#my sincerest apologies to them on their day but i will make it up to them i PROMISE

[gutsby]

Ruined!

Pairing: dbf!Joel x Reader

Summary: Joel is an old man who struggles to cum sometimes. You’ve got time to kill and a tight hole to fill.

Warnings: 18+. Peepaw brainrot + a dash of anorgasmia. Unprotected p-in-v, cockwarming, age gap, daddy kink.

Note: Finals are whooping my ass left & right. This is a quickie.

Word count: 1.2k | Part of the Waiting Game ‘verse

Surely he was hurting you now.

Joel Miller had a kink for many, many fun activities, but splitting a sweet young thing like you over his cock to the point you were almost in tears was just not one of them.

At the same time your poor, surely-bruised walls pulsed around his hardened length, he felt a pang of guilt. His balls were pressed against your ass like two lead weights, soaked with the remains of your third release, and his mind was at war with itself—keep fucking you like this? Pull out and offer his sincerest apologies for not being able to cum? A boy your age would’ve never had you waiting around like that, aching around his cock, much less begging for something as simple as a cumshot.

He decided to go straight to the source. Leaning over your prone body on the bed before him, he was careful not to rut his hips or jostle his dick around too much.

Joel pressed a hot, stubbled kiss to your cheek, then:

“‘S’it too much, baby? She need a break, maybe?”

Joel thumbed at that space where your body ended and his began and nearly lost his mind to the pearly-white slick that had accumulated with time. Two hours time, he had to remind himself while you moaned and writhed and bucked your ass back. Your cunt was choking him.

Crying, too.

Your eyes flew open the moment his words reached you.

“You kiddin’ me, Miller?! I could do this shit all day.”

Sometimes Joel forgot you were only in your twenties. Really, the thought only occasionally crossed his mind in moments like these—or when your father, his best friend, happened to bring you up—but when it did, it hit him hard. You were young. Lively. Surely far too spry and full of life to be messing around with a man as old as him.

Joel’s guilt ran almost commensurate with his pleasure when he felt you anchor your feet on the bed and start to fuck yourself back and forth over his still-throbbing dick.

Almost.

He planted a hand beside your head and grinned. He let you fuck him. Felt you pull off, crawl up the bed a little, then beckon him back to your body, where your ass was now pointing up and your back was arched in invitation.

Almost.

“You know I can’t sleep without your cum inside me.”

And you made a point to spread your knees and look behind you with a smile as sweet as Milo’s tea, fingers drumming a beat against the bedspread in anticipation.

“You do wanna fill me up, don’t you, daddy?” you teased.

Yeah, no. The guilt was gone. Joel could worry about being a depraved old man when he was done cumming.

Then he was back inside you, driving his hips until every last inch of him was wrapped snug within your wet and velvety embrace, and he sighed. A real protracted one, like the kind he was liable to exhale after climbing two flights of stairs, or else just hoisting himself off the sofa. Or lifting you in his arms and fucking you hard against the hood of his Bronco. Any time. Any place. You were kind enough to oblige him with the best cardio of his life, so the least Joel could do now was make you cum again.

He snatched your hands up in one of his own and placed your wrists at the base of your spine. With his other, free set of fingers he took to rubbing your clit gently.

“SON OF A—”

“—good girl.”

You let out a bloodcurdling scream into your pillow and secretly hoped this man’s dick would never deflate again. Not with the way he was sawing his thing back and forth and dragging you to the edge, circling your clit like you were the single most precious thing in the world to him.

“Oh, sweet pea, I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

Like he could feel the tears staining the cushion himself.

“Mmrooonme,” you cried into it, voice garbled by cotton.

“What’s’at, honey? Can’t hear ya.”

Joel then bent at the waist, pretending to be leaning in to hear you better, when really he knew he’d be digging in your guts with that big, bulbous head of his and making you squeal again. Hands still held captive behind you, you inched your chin back on the pillow so your moans could be heard even louder while Joel sped up.

“You— ruined me,” you repeated. Now clear as ever.

Joel tried to hide his smile and glanced down between your body and his. Then, while his ring finger joined the other two to make their tight, light circles, he returned,

“Ruined? Pussy feels just fine t’me.”

You’d kill him if he wasn’t so good at this. You turned your head more to meet his eyes from the corner of yours.

“No. Ruined me. For anyone else.”

Probably forever.

“Good.”

You knew he liked it that way.

You saw it in his eyes. Felt it in his touch. The hefty, broad, and greying Joel Miller had been loafing around on this earth long enough to know how to claim what was his. When his hips knocked yours to lay you flat on the bed, you already knew what was coming next.

First, his arms came to rest on either side of your body.

“Shit,” you whimpered.

Next, his lips went trailing down to your ear.

“Just a little more, sugar—that’s it,” he murmured while his hips sank in, and you felt that big, delicious stretch.

Then he released your hands so they were free to squeeze the sheets, and when they did, his moved over them—lacing his fingers through your own—and his lips pressed a kiss to your jaw. He held you in a tender grasp. His breath was hot on your neck, and the whole of his body was blanketing yours. Joel knew you liked it like that, which is why he made sure not to leave an inch of space in between. He was grunting, rutting, holding you close while his cock drilled a maddening pace inside you.

“You ruined me too, y’know,” he mumbled into your skin.

His nose was flush with the side of your cheek, nudging inward. Begging you to turn your head just a little more so he could kiss you. Weak as you were, you obliged.

And you moaned against that grey, stubbled chin of his when the thrusts above you had your cunt grinding the bed, rubbing that soft and helpless nub on the sheets.

“C’mon— let daddy have it,” he growled, “Let daddy have it and make it his, huh? That okay by you, baby?”

It was.

More than okay, as confirmed by the orgasm that tore through your body moments later while your teeth sank into the flesh of Joel’s lower lip and your cunt clenched and soaked over him whole. Joel wedged his tongue in your mouth and fucked you through it. His broad and callused hands were like iron around your own, holding you tight and keeping you still amidst a maelstrom of pleasure that combed over your every last nerve.

He licked into your mouth. Licked over it. Took the sick and distinct pleasure of knowing no one but him got to see you like this, with your jaw hanging slack and your eyes rolling back and your whines repeating quietly, ‘Daddydaddypleasedaddyfuckohfuckdontstop.’

Maybe ruined wasn’t such a bad thing to be at all.

#NOBODY SPEAK TO ME UNTIL I’VE HAD MY MORNING COFFEE #AND BY MORNING COFFEE I MEAN THIS MAN’S LOAD IN MY MOUTH #PREFERABLY FOLLOWED BY AN OLD FASHIONED #joel miller smut #joel miller #joel miller tlou #joel miller imagine #joel miller one shot #joel miller x reader #joel miller fanfiction #the last of us #tlou #the last of us fic #joel miller x you

[kpop---scenarios]

Whiplash (2)

Pairing: Felix x Reader x Hyunjin

Genre: Street Racing, Gang, Friends to Lovers

Word Count: 4k

Taglist: @sheala--marie @kayleefriedchicken @chartrucewhore @cookiesnmilfx

Part One |

“I'm never drinking again.” You groan, rubbing your head, squeezing your eyes shut as you try to sooth your throbbing head. The only thing you remembered about last night was dancing with that guy and then everything goes blank. You take a deep breath in and out before your eyes shoot open. You sniff harder, smelling something delicious, wondering who was in your apartment. And then it hit you, you weren't even home. You looked around, recognizing Hyunjin's room immediately. You crawl out of his bed, your feet shuffling out the door and down the hallway, towards the delicious smell. As you get closer you can hear Felix and Hyunjin talking.

“Food always gets her up. Just wait.” Felix laughed. He knew you so well.

“This smells so good.” You groan, sitting down at the island as you watch the two make pancakes, bacon and eggs.

“I told you.” Felix says, glancing at Hyunjin.

“Good morning.” Hyunjin says, smiling at you as he slides a plate in front of you.

“Morning.” You smile, picking up your fork, ready to dig in. But you couldn't. You looked up at the two men, who were staring at you smirking.

“Do I have something on my face?” you ask, wiping your face off. Neither of them reply, they just keep cooking, glancing at you and smirking.

You take a few bites of your food, trying to ignore those two but flashes of last night keep playing in your head.

“Did I.. “ you pause. “Did I do something last night?” You ask.

Hyunjin and Felix look at each other and then back at you. “Okay, what!?” You yell.

“Maybe I need to get off too.. cause of you two!” Felix says, his voice deep, his eyes on you.

“The things I wanna do to the two of you are not platonic.” Hyunjin says.

Your fork drops as you gasp. Your hands cover your mouth as you stare at them both, your eyes wide. The memories come flooding back to you like a tidal wave and you want to actually fucking die.

“That.. I, um. Wow. Okay so I was drunk. Like really drunk. My sincerest apologies. I'm gonna go.” You mumble. You slip out of the chair quicker than you realized, slipping on your shoes and grabbing your purse and heading out the door. You could not believe you had said all that. you were gonna be embarrassed for the rest of your life. Once you had walked a couple blocks you called a cab so you could properly grieve and call Seulgi so she could talk you off the ledge.

“You said what!?” She gasps.

“Yeah.. drunk me has no sense of boundaries apparently.” You sigh.

“So what are you gonna do?” She asks.

“I'm going to handle it like a mature adult.” You declare. “And pretend it never happened.” You can hear Selgui sigh on the other end of the phone.

Once you're home, you collapse in your bed, closing your eyes while your brain replays the things you said to Hyunjin and Felix the night before. Drunk you really liked to speak your sober thoughts apparently. As embarrassed as you were, you were feeling more anxious than anything. Based on their reactions this morning you knew your friendship wasn't ruined with them, but you couldn't help but feel guilty for saying those things. What if you had made them uncomfortable? What if they started distancing themselves from you? You were a ball of stress and you weren't sure how, or if you could make things better.

You spent the rest of the day in bed, ignoring any phone call and text that made your phone ring. You just wanted to wallow in your self pity for a little bit longer before facing anyone. Part of you knew it wasn't a very big deal, but the other part was mad because you had done so well to keep yourself in a platonic place with them. Finally a few hours later, and after you couldn't stand listening to the beeps and ringing of your phone anymore, you looked at it. All the messages from Felix and Hyunjin, not to mention the phone calls from them as well as from Chan, Changbin and Han begging you to come over for homemade pizza night. you decided to text Han back, letting him know that you'll be right there. You didn't wait for a reply, not that you needed to, but you got dressed and headed over to face the music.

Walking into the house, it's unusually quiet. Where were those rowdy boys? All you could hear was the low humming that was coming from the kitchen. You followed the sound, finding Felix in the kitchen, rolling out dough.

“Hey.” You smile, sitting at the island that you left in a rush only a few hours before.

“Hey you.” He grins, looking up for a second before focusing back on his dough. “The others had to run out for a bit, but we'll let the dough rise and then make the pizzas.” He tells you. You nod your head, feeling too nervous to say anything.

“Can I get you a cocktail?” He asks.

“Oh god, please.” You smile. You knew you shouldn't, but what more could you say to him? Felix quickly whips you up something delicious and you drink it far too quickly.

“Good thing I made extra.” He chuckles, filling your cup again. This time you sip on it as he works on more dough. “What's up? Why do you seem all weird?” He asks.

“What?” You question. You were acting weird, you were quiet and distant.

“Is it because of last night?” He asks, not looking up at you.

“Yeah.” You sigh. “I don't want things to be weird with the three of us.”

“Why would things be weird?” He asks, now looking at you.

“Because of what.. I, you know, said.” You mutter. Felix laughs.

“Maybe I want you to use me non platonically.” He smirks, looking up at you.

Your stomach drops. You stare at him, your mouth hanging open. “I'm.. what?” You ask. But before Felix can reply, you both hear the front door open. You turn your head to look at the entryway, and in walks Hyunjin with a smile plastered on his face.

“There's my girl.” He says, grabbing your chin. “What's going on?” He asks, looking between your shocked face and Felix.

“I think I'm dreaming.” You say, turning back to look at Felix who continues to smirk at you. You pinch your cheek, just to see, but you're not. This is real life.

“Pizza!” You can hear Changbin yell, as the rest of the boys come into the kitchen. They all hug you before standing around the island, Felix giving everyone their dough, and placing all the topping options, cheese and sauce in the middle. The rest of the night you could barely focus, Felix's words replaying in your head.

“Maybe I want you to use me non platonically.”

Was he interested in you? Was he joking? You wanted to ask him, but you didn't want to do it in front of everyone, so you left it. Later that night, as you were trying to sleep in your bed, you fell asleep to the thought of using him non platonically.

Over the next few days, you didn't see much of anyone. They said they had a lot of things going on, and you didn't question it. Sometimes they were very suspicious but you figured they were just being guys. With nothing to do, you made plans with Seulgi and a few other friends for a girls night. But of course, the night that you had plans was the night that the guys wanted to do something.

“How?” You laugh at one of the girls. “How do you manage to score four dudes in one singular night?” You ask. “I can barely get one.”

Everyone at the table laughs at your comment to Lisa. This is what you needed, a fun night out with some girls, and a guy named Mike who had tagged along. It was a good way to get your mind off of things. You took a shot from one of the bottles on the table, beginning to feel tipsy as you eat a little bit of food. You look at Seulgi who is looking at you with a weird look on her face.

“What?” You ask. Her eyes dart over to the left, you look over and see Felix and Hyunjin sitting at a table with two girls you didn't recognize. Your heart sank as you stared at the girls smiling while they're talking. You glance over at the boys, but they don't look like they're enjoying themselves as much as the girls are.

They must have felt your stare, or maybe you stared for too long, but they looked over, directly at you, and seemed shocked to see you. You gave them a slight smile and wave before turning back to your other friends. You tried to ignore them, but you could feel their eyes burning into the side of your head as you spoke, your group drunkenly trying to figure out what to do after dinner.

“Do you guys wanna go to the club?” Mike asks, looking at you. You shrug your shoulders. “I wouldn't say no to dancing there.” You smile, glancing at Felix and Hyunjin, who are now walking over to you.

“Are you guys going to the club?” Hyunjin asks, looking at you. You nod your head, your heart beating quicker. They could do nothing and your heart flutters with butterflies in your stomach.

“We'll see you there.” Felix smiles, walking out of the restaurant with the two girls and Hyunjin. You shake your head, trying to get the thought of them out of your head.

The moment you get to the club, you, Seulgi and Mike head straight for the bar. The three of you take a few shots before heading out to the dance floor, leaving Mike to sit there. You always loved dancing with girlfriends, because you never had to worry about unwanted touching. The two of you danced by yourself for a bit, until Mike decided to join you, and for some reason he had decided he wanted to dance with you. His hands grabbed your hips to pull you in close to him, but you really didn't want to. Seugli had disappeared on you, leaving you to fight him off on your own. He turns you around to face him, his hands roaming your body. You push him away, but he grabs your wrist, holding it tightly.

“I just wanna dance with you.” Mike grits through his teeth. You can see the anger bubbling up through his body.

“I don't want to dance with you. I'm sorry.” You say, trying to free your wrist from his grip.

“One dance. That's all I want. You can't tease me and then not give me what I want.” He scoffs.

“Excuse me?” You yell, pulling your wrist from his grip. “I never fucking teased you. I said no, so fucking listen.” You turn to walk away from him but he grabs you again, holding you even tighter, trying to pull you off the dance floor. You fight him with all you had but he just holds on tighter, pulling you away. Until you halt, you look up and see Hyunjin standing in front of Mike, he's angry. Your wrist is released, Felix now holding onto Mike's hand, twisting his wrist hard, causing Mike to fall to his knees.

“Don't you know what no means?” Felix asks, his voice scary as he glares at Mike. You turn and run to Hyunjin, he wraps his arms around you as he continues to stare at Mike. Felix leans down, whispering into Mike's ear. “You touch her again, I'll fucking kill you. Got it?”

Luckily you don't hear him as you nuzzle into Hyunjin's chest. Until you realize that they had dates, and they needed to get back to them. You felt guilty, it seemed like you were always getting into situations that they needed to save you from and that wasn't fair. You backed away from Hyunjin, looking sad and guilty.

“You guys have dates. They're probably looking for you.” You say, looking up at them both. “Thank you for helping me, and I'm sorry you have to keep saving me.” You whisper.

Felix and Hyunjin look at each other before looking back at you. “Don't apologize.” Hyunjin smiles.

“We'd go to war for you, baby.” Felix winks before he and Hyunjin leave to find the girls they were with. Finally Seulgi comes back, explaining she was waiting in the longest line for the bathroom.

“What happened!? Why are you crying?” She asks.

“Mike.” You sniffle. “He wanted to dance and I didn't. He got really aggressive.” Seulgi looks guilty as she listens to you.

“I'm so sorry.” She whispers, pulling you in for a hug.

“Luckily Hyunjin and Felix saved me.” You chuckle. “I don't know where Mike went off too.”

“Fuck Mike, he's banned from the group now.” She says. “Where did Felix and Hyunjin go?” She asks.

“I sent them back with their dates.” You say. She nods her head.

“What do you wanna do?” She asks. “Stay or go?”

“I'm gonna go. But you stay. Honestly, I just need some air. I'm gonna walk home. I promise I'll be fine. I'll call you when I'm home.” You say, giving a slight smile. She hugs you tightly, and watches you walk out of the club.

You really didn't want to call a cab but you did. You weren't dumb, you knew something bad could happen if you walked. You didn't want to bother any of the boys. You stood outside the club, waiting for your cab and you were annoyed, you felt like you only attracted men who didn't have good intentions and you didn't know why. You just wanted someone.. maybe two men who loved you with everything they had, like you felt for them. Honestly you just wanted Hyunjin and Felix and you didn't know how much longer you could fight off these feelings. It felt like they were bubbling up to your chest now and it was only a matter of them before they made your head explode.

You paid your fare and headed inside your apartment. You turned on your shower to the hottest that you could handle to scrub off the feeling of Mike's hands on your body. You couldn't help thinking about what could have happened to you had Felix and Hyunjin not been there for you. As you finish in the shower, you come out and check your phone seeing an email you'd been waiting for. A few weeks ago you had interviewed for a receptionist job at an elite law office. You nervously opened the email, screaming and dropping your phone in excitement as you jumped around your room. You got the job and you were so happy to not be living off of your savings anymore. You pick up your phone, reading the rest of the email, seeing you still had a few days before you were starting, you were so happy you completely forgot about what had happened that night. You fell asleep quickly, feeling like everything was going to be okay.

The next morning you woke up, in a great mood and ready for the day. You looked at your phone, seeing a message from Felix.

[9:58am From Felix] Morning, Can I take you to lunch today? I need to talk to you.

A knot immediately formed in your stomach. This was going to be bad. He's going to end the friendship or something. He was probably tired of you and your shit. You didn't want to go, but you needed to know. Your anxiety wouldn't let you not know and you wouldn't be able to function.

[10:09am To Felix] That doesn't sound good. Let me know when and where.

[10:11am From Felix] Same restaurant as last night. Meet you there at 11:30am]

You don't reply. You can't. You can feel the lump in your throat getting bigger. You tried your best to get ready, to make yourself look decent but you were on the verge of tears and you couldn't control it. The thought of losing one of your best friends was devastating.

You sit at the table, your fingers interlaced as you wait for Felix. Your head is down as you try to breathe through the anxiety. You hear the door open, your head shoots up and you see Felix and Hyunjin walk in. There are no smiles, no happy greetings and you knew this was going to be bad. The two men sit down, across from you, staring at you.

“Did you order?” Felix asks, looking at the menu.

“I can't eat right now.” You whisper. Fuck. Your tears were going to start spilling right away.

“Neither can I.” He sighs, closing the menu. “Look, the reason I asked you to lunch and that Hyunjin joined too is that we really need to talk to you about something.” He says.

The tears fall as you look at them. They're now staring at you confused.

“Why are you crying?” Hyunjin asks, reaching over to wipe your tears.

“I don't want to lose you guys.” You cry. They look at each other before looking back at you.

“Why are you losing us?” Felix asks.

“Isn't that what this is? You're ending the friendship?” You ask.

Felix laughs. “I guess in a sense.” He says. He reaches over and grabs your hands. “This isn't about ending anything. More so taking it to the next level.”

You stare at him. “next level? Like ultimate best friends?’ you ask.

They both laugh, and then stone faces as they take a deep breath. “I'm falling in love with you.” Felix admits.

“What?” You whisper.

“And I'm falling in love with you.” Hyunjin admits. “And we don't know what to do.”

“We don't want to ruin things if you don't feel the same but neither of us could hold it in any longer.” Felix says.

Suddenly the tears flow, you take your hands back to cover your face as you sob. Neither of them say a word as you cry. Until Felix's phone rings.

“Yeah Chan?” He answers. “Fuck. Now? Shit okay, we're on our way.” He says. He looks at Hyunjin who immediately knows what's going on.

“We gotta go. But we're having a party tonight. Please come and we can talk.” Felix tells you as they both stand up and walk out the door.

You're in shock. That's not at all how you thought that conversation was going to go.

They are both falling in love with you. And you're already in love with them both. What do you do? Do you choose one and leave one heartbroken, while also leaving yourself heartbroken. Did you date both? Could you date both? Would they be okay with that? You stand up and head home, your mind swirling with thoughts on what to do. You couldn't believe it.

Later that night you got yourself ready for the party, you were very confident on what you were going to do. And you hoped they didn't ask you to choose because you wouldn't be able to. You wanted to give dating both of them both a try. If the three of you put in the effort, you were sure that you guys could do it.

You walk through the door of the party, seeing the house was filled with people. Changbin and Han run up to you, engulfing you in hugs before Han demands another beer chugging rematch.

“We will, later.” You laugh. “Do you know where Felix and Hyunjin are?” You ask.

“I think in the kitchen.” He tells you, going over to say hi to someone else. You make your way to the kitchen, seeing Felix standing there talking to someone. You take a deep breath, and head straight for him. He smiles as he sees you walk up to him. You press up against his chest, sliding your hand on the back of his head, pulling his head down closer to you. He stares into your eyes as you move your face closer and closer, until your lips touch his. As soon as your lips touch, he takes control. He spins you around, pinning you against the fridge as he deepens the kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth.

Felix breaks the kiss, stepping away from you with a grin on his face. You look past him seeing Hyunjin standing there. You motion him to come to you with your finger. He walks towards you, and you move past Felix, grabbing onto Hyunjin's collar and pulling him down. His lips touch yours and he quickly slides his tongue into your mouth, hardening the kiss.

He pulls away from you, grinning at you and Felix. You guide Hyunjin to stand next to Felix and you clear your throat as you look at both of them.

“I can't choose, and I won't choose. I'm falling hard for you both and I want you both. If you're okay with that then I'm all in, but if you're not then it won't work.” You tell them.

“I'm in.” Hyunjin smiles.

“I'm all in.” Felix says. You were so fucking happy in this moment. You kissed them both before grabbing some celebratory shots. The three of you take a few shots before you drag them both to the living room to dance. You feel as though you're in heaven, grinding your ass into Felix and Hyunjin grinds in front of you. Your happiness is short lived, as the front door busts open and in walks eight men, one of which you recognize. The music shuts off as Chan, Changbin, Jeogin, Minho, Han, Felix and Hyunjin stand in front of the intruders.

“What the hell are you doing here Hongjoong?” Chan yells. The man just laughs.

“What? You thought you could start doing illegal mods on cars and I wouldn't fucking find out?” He yells.

What was going on?

“Is business slow?” Chan asks. “Maybe if you were better at your job, you wouldn't lose so many clients.” He says, fake pouting. Hongjoong turns red as anger consumes him.

“Me and you. A race now, the winner keeps doing mods, and the loser closes up shop.” He yells. Everyone begins cheering but you feel confused. You'd heard about street racing, but you had no idea that they were involved in it. You look at Felix and Hyunjin, who look guilty.

“Y/N.” You hear from across the room. You look over and a familiar man walks over to you. You squint your eyes as he comes closer, and then it hits you. It was San. You had a mini fling with him years ago and ended on good terms and as friends.

“San! Oh my god.” You laugh, running up to him, wrapping your arms around him. “So good to see you.” You laugh, letting go of the large man. Hyunjin and Felix are on each side of you, glaring at their enemy.

“Get your hands off of her.” Felix snaps, pulling you back, and closer to him.

“We used to hook up.” San winks. You roll your eyes.

“If you can even call it that.” You laugh.

“It was good to see you, Y/N.” He says, winking at you before walking towards his group. You turn to Hyunjin and Felix, a stern look on your face.

“Street racing?” You gasp.

“Y/N.. listen.” Hyunjin starts.

“How long?” You ask. “How long have you guys been doing this shit and why didn't you tell me?”

“Since before we met.” Felix says. “It's not that we didn't want to tell you.”

“We just wanted to protect you.” Hyunjin says. “We're involved with a lot of dangerous people. We just want to keep you safe.”

“Hyunjin, Felix. Let's go.” Chan yells. The crowd disperses, heading out to wherever the race is going to be.

“Go to one of our rooms.” Felix says. “We'll be back in a bit.”

You scoff at the handsome man. “Absolutely not.” You deadpan.

“I'm coming with you.”

#lee felix #hwang hyunjin #stray kids #felix smut #hyunjin smut #stray kids smut #kpop fanfic #kpop writing #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #skz x reader #skz imagines #skz smut #skz fanfic #skz

[rendevok]

“Take my hand” pages 5-11

1 - day 2 - truth - 3

#nmweek23 #narumitsu #wrightworth #phoenix wright #miles edgeworth #i spent all yesterday shading and lettering these your boy is so tired BUT IT WAS WORTH IT #in which i cram way too much into way too little and yet way too many pages for a single day #my sincerest apologies to them on their day but i will make it up to them i PROMISE #‘prove it’ you’ll NEVER GUESS what happens next :^))))) (<-guy who is extremely predictable) #phoenix is so strong because if miles looked at me like that i’d be going crazy and im like a known enemy of edgeworth #see you guys in like 5-7 business days on part 3 o7 #fan art #aa #fan comic #rendevok #OH OH ALSO there’s like a whole fucking essay i could write about these pages esp wrt light and also The Hands but youll have to ask for it #just know that if you see something… there was probably a reason for it! #ok thats it fr this time

[jukednuked]

lyney the type of guy to 'recharge' his magic by kissing you

lyney the type of guy who'd send one of his hat pigeons to deliver you a love letter (it turned into confetti after being read)

lyney the type of guy to let you carry him on your back because he's 'tired' (blud wants to be as close to you as possible)

lyney the type of guy who'd apologize to you by making a bouquet of flowers appear out of nowhere

lyney also the type of guy who'd value what you both have a lot, he'll get real serious if he senses any type of resentment after an argument

lyney the type of guy to teach you a magic trick or two, like how to steal someone's heart maybe?

lyney the type of guy who'd be so good at pick up lines that it's almost frustrating how he can make you feel like jelly in a split second

lyney the type of guy who'd never, ever let you come to his house in hopes of avoiding a certain harbinger (blud doesnt want you to get put in a meat grinder)

lyney the type of guy to massage your shoulders frequently because seeing you all satisfied makes him feel like he can take care of you

lyney the type of guy who'd jokingly bite you one time because you just look too cute (it will become more than one time)

lyney the type of guy who'd beg you to become his assistant in one of his magic tricks involving a box and a saw because lynette refused

lyney the type of guy who'd trace shapes on your hands whenever you feel upset and just want to sit in silence

lyney the type of guy who'd get real sad if he doesn't find you in the audience when he's having a magic show, might fumble over his words and accidentally make a snake appear rather than a cat

lyney the type of guy who'd tell you to throw tomatoes at him like he's a medieval criminal if he ever fails a magic trick

lyney the type of guy who uses the thought of you as a way to cope with his past

lyney the type of guy who'd show off his magic to you whenever you compliment someone else just for you to go wowowoww lyney!!

lyney the type of guy who conveniently always chooses you as guest of the magic show

lyney the type of guy to get you a matching hat just like his one, just a different colour

lyney the type of guy to have a diary<33 every page involves your name at least 1-2 times

lyney the type of guy to slide notes with angry faces drawn on them under your door whenever you forget to give him his goodmorning/afternoon/night/literally-every-part-of-the-day kiss

lyney is that guy

A/N: my sincerest apologies @strawberrylabs if you look closely you can see the blood, sweat and tears i shedded writing this😓🙏 i secretly wanted to switch it to the most gut wrenching angst mid way but im soooo nice

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin #genshin lyney x reader #lyney x reader #genshin impact lyney #genshin lyney #lyney #genshin impact headcanons #genshin imagines #genshin impact fluff #genshin fluff

[g3tosugu]

wake up, sleepyhead

wriothesley x f!reader

wc: 2.1k

synopsis: this was just an excuse to write sleepy grumpy domestic wriothesley that is the whole point of this lmfao

a/n: i started writing this in past tense and then halfway through i changed to present tense for some reason???? anyway i just went with the present tense for this one so i apologize if you don't like that :c

It's been about a week since you left the Fortress of Meropide. You had gone home to visit with your family after not seeing them in so long. Ever since you moved down to the Fortress of Meropide you were rarely without your boyfriend, Wriothesley. You were coping rather okay. It felt weird at first but you have your family with you. Wriothesley? Well, he had his own ways of coping. By burying himself in his work. Not only was he working harder than necessary, he was also beginning to take it out on others. It was pretty obvious to most of the prisoners and other workers that the Duke was in a mood.

“Wait, the Duke is coming, let’s move over to the cafeteria. His grace has been pretty agitated lately” a prisoner whispers to his friend in the direction of the production zone. The corner of Wriothesley’s mouth twitches in annoyance as he passes by them, fully being able to hear. “Don’t you have work you could be doing you two?” he speaks over his shoulder. Normally, he wouldn’t have given a remark like that any thought but today wasn’t normal. He felt like he was going insane.

"You know what" he turns to the guard that has been walking by his side, "Please give Miss Sigewinne my sincerest apologies. I have some work I would like to deal with back in my office". "Of course, your grace" the guard salutes and continues to make his way to the infirmary. Meanwhile, Wriothesley begins stomping his way back to his office. Once he is alone, he runs his fingers through his hair and sighs a very heavy and loud sigh. "I just need to get to work" he tries to shrug off whatever it is that is making him feel so insane.

When he sits down in his chair to begin working, the words on the papers in front of him seem almost foreign. His mind begins to trail off. The day before you left, the two of you went to the overworld to do some window shopping. You had been begging him for forever to do more domestic activities together. It wasn't that he didn't want to do those things with you, he just wasn't sure it would suit him or that he would even be good at them. He didn't want his lack of interest to drag down the mood but he knew he would be a fool if he ever turned down an offer to spend more time with you.

Images of you that day continue to pop up. The way the sun kissed your skin and made you almost glow, even in the light. The way you would engage in friendly conversation with the other Fontainians so effortlessly. It was like he was spending his days with an angel. You had run into Charlotte from the Steambird while you were out. He wasn't super familiar with the woman, only having met her on one or two occasions, but he knew you two were close. Before you moved down to the Fortress of Meropide you had actually worked at the Steambird. A little while after you worked there you almost got a job at the Court but Monsieur Neuvillette thought you would fit well working alongside Wriothesley. At first when he had discovered the Iudex had sent you to work with him, he was a little irritated. He wasn't one to go against the wishes of Neuvillette so of course he trusted his judgment regardless of his own personal feelings. But, not soon after you began your time there, he quickly realized the real reason why you were sent down there.

"So, how is Y/n doing with her position at the Fortress?" Neuvillette asked Wriothesley after they finished discussing other work matters. He eyed the Iudex for a moment, "I'm sure you can make a pretty good educated guess". A sly smile slowly graced Neuvillette's face, "That's good. I often worry you get too wrapped up in your work and forget that you can still be a person and not just the Duke". His sincere words make Wriothesley soften his body language a little more.

"I hope you are happy"

"I am. Thank you"

As Wriothesley's mind continues to play through the last time he was with you, his head lowers onto his desk and into his arms. His eyes close as he tries to soothe the headache that is beginning to pound at the back of his head with his thoughts of you. It wasn't long before he was asleep.

When you arrive at the Fortress of Meropide you take in a long drawn out breath. "Home" you softly say to yourself. Yes you just were home technically but, this is different. This has become your new home.

You first make your way to the infirmary to visit with Sigewinne. "Y/n! You're back!" she smiles brightly before giving you a hug. "Oh I've missed you so much Sigewinne. I hope things have been alright down here" you fix her hat and hair for her after having accidentally tousled it in the hug. "Things have been fine! The Duke has been a little troublesome to deal with however" she giggles. "Oh? Has he been upset?" you ask concerned. "He's just been working a lot and it's been putting him in a bad mood. Although, I'm pretty sure it's just because he's been missing you so much" she explains. You smile fondly at the girl "I see. Well, I just wanted to see you to give you this" you reach into your bag and pull out a very ornate looking wooden bowl. Sigewinne's face lights up, "Ooh! You didn't need to bring me a gift". "Oh please there was no way I wasn't going to bring you something back. I just thought you might like to use it for medicine or even making your drinks" you smile as she takes the bowl from your hands. Her hands trace over the carvings of the bowl and she smiles up at you, "Thank you so much. I will make excellent use out of this!".

"It was nothing. Well, I'm going to go see Wriothesley now" you start to say your goodbye. "Oh, by the way, he was supposed to meet with me today to discuss something but he didn't show up. When the guard told me he decided not to come see me I got worried so I went to check on him" she goes on. "Is something the matter?" you ask as you wait for her to get to the point of her story. "He was asleep at his desk when I got there" she giggles softly. You smile "Don't worry. I'll make sure he gets proper rest in his own bed later".

You try to open and close the doors to Wriothesley's office as quietly as you possibly can. They are rather heavy doors and it's sort of a chore to open them at times which makes times of sneaking in very difficult. Guess that was the point. Once you make your way up the steps, you finally see him. Soundly sleeping with his head in his arms on his desk. You can't help the adoring smile that spreads across your face. His lips are slightly parted and his hair is gently tousled. When you get closer to him you notice a pink star sticker pressed to his cheek. "Oh Sigewinne" you softly laugh.

You've finally decided that you've admired your boyfriend and his beauty long enough. "Wriothesley" you gently touch his shoulder and say his name in a light sing-song voice to rouse him awake. His eyes flutter open and when they focus and see you standing next to him, he feels like he can breathe again. "You're back" his voice is just a little husky from having been sleeping with his mouth slightly open. "Indeed I am. Why are you asleep at your desk?" you ask as you set your bag down and begin to reorganize the papers that are messily spread around his desk.

He scratches the back of his head and yawns, "I was just resting my eyes". The way you immediately side eye him doesn't go unnoticed. "I talked to Sigewinne" you finish tidying, "She told me you've been burying yourself in work and you've been having a temper with everyone".

Wriothesley doesn't respond. He just stands up and pulls you into a tight hug, burying his face into the crook of your neck. "Archon, I've missed you so much" he sighs and takes a deep breath to take in your scent. Your heart melts as you feel the soft hum in his chest as he holds you against him. "I've missed you too, my love" you let one arm move from his back to allow your hand to find his hair. You rake your fingers through the hair at the base of his neck and you can almost feel him hold you tighter after the gesture. He really did miss you.

"How about, I get you home and get you to bed. It's starting to get late and you need a proper night of sleep" you gently push him away from you because you knew he wasn't moving if you didn't tell him to. The more the two of you stood there not embracing, the more his body mourned the loss of your touch. The man groans slightly when you move even further away from him to get ready to leave.

"Man you are just Mr. Grumpypants" you tease as you sling your bag over your shoulder. Wriothesley chuckles, "Can you blame me? I've been without Mrs. Grumpypants for the past week" he grabs his coat off the back of his chair. "'Mrs?'" you glance over at him before fixing your hair. The grumpy mood that he was in suddenly dissipates when he hears the hopeful sounding tone in your voice.

He walks over to you and lifts his hand to the side of your face and cups your cheek. His thumb gently rubs your cheekbone and you nestle your face into his hand like you have to chase it. Your eyes look up into his. "I know that look" you softly say as you feel yourself sway closer into him. You never thought you would live to see the day where the Lord of the Fortress of Meropide had the most intense look of yearning you've ever seen on a person's face.

You lift your hand to the back of his head and pull him down to kiss him. The way your lips move in sync with each other and how connected you feel in the moment is enough to make you feel like you were in a dream. His rough hands everyone knows can cause serious damage are now delicately placed in your hair and on your waist.

When you separate, you move your hand from his hair and finally remove the sticker that was stuck to the side of his face. "Couldn't have said anything earlier?" he laughs. "What? Pink is totally your color" you grin.

When the two of you return home together, Wriothesley thinks back to the thoughts he was having before he fell asleep in his office. The thought he had about how he knew you loved the domesticity in a relationship. He looked down at his hands and at the scars that covered his arms. The same hands and arms that hold you so gently. Memories flood his mind of all the times the two of you held each other, made dinner together and shared stories of your days with each other. "I was thinking" he starts as you enter the room for bed, "We should make that window shopping thing a weekly thing". "Oh yeah?" you smile. You make your way across the room to him and stand in front of where he is sitting on the edge of the bed. He absentmindedly reaches out for you and pulls you onto his lap so you straddle him. Him being touchy when you were alone wasn't abnormal. The fact that you knew he was acting like this because of how much he missed you made it different. "I think instead of just window shopping once a week, how about we go see a show at the opera house? You always talk about how you've been missing it" you suggest as you run your fingers through his hair. A toothy grin forms on his face, "I can't wait". He wasn't as bad at this domestic stuff as he thought.

#genshin fluff #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #wriothesley fluff #wriothesley x reader

[sailoryooons]

fae au where human oc who doesn't know that she works in a normal looking restaurant but it's exclusive only for faeries to formally offer their human mates a lifetime in fae world also serves as common place for faes. possibly a fluffy soft fae yoongi? idk what to do with him but i trust you 😅

❀ Pairing: Fae!Yoongi x human!reader

❀ Summary: Every day, Yoongi works at the coffee shop in his little corner of the world. Every day, you come in and order the same thing, sitting in the same booth. The only problem is, Yoongi is pretty sure you don’t know that you’re one of the few humans in a faerie coffee shop. 

❀ Word Count: 1,249

❀ Genre: Urban fantasy, secret crush, pining 

❀ Rating: SFW

❀ Warnings: Light pining, Yoongi has an unspoken crush on reader, that’s really it 

❀ Published: August 20, 2023

❀ A/N: Hi anon - I am so stupid and I did not realize until I finished your entire request that you asked for reader to work at the coffee shop and not Yoongi. Please accept my sincerest apologies, I got them switched around and wrote this entire thing with Yoongi as the worker and reader as the patron. I hope that this will work anyway, but please no I am so sorry for getting it wrong, I had to edit this author’s note because I did not realize I swapped it until I went to post this just now. AGGHHHH I’M SO MAD AT MYSELF LMAO. 

❀ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

| Masterlist | Ask |Hali’s Happy Agust |

“Have you guys ever been sued by Coffee-Mate?”

Yoongi looks up when he hears your voice at the counter. He nearly spills the matcha latte in his hand, not expecting to see you, ready to order. Usually, Yoongi sees you come in. He’s always ready for it, looking up as you enter the room like clockwork. The times that you catch him off guard are few and far between, his senses always alerting him to your presence before you do. 

Today, though, he’s a little bit busy. With Hoseok out on vacation, it’s just Yoongi and Jungkook manning the shop and Jungkook is better behind the scenes baking than up front taking orders. It’s left to Yoongi to make all the coffees this morning, and of course, everyone in the world seems to be at Coffee Mates on an early Saturday.

“Uh,” he tries to put together a sentence, thoughts pulling together sluggishly at the sight of your pretty smile and vanilla perfume. He swears when he goes home to fall asleep at night, he smells vanilla. “Not that I’m aware of. I’d have to ask Jin.”

“Hmm, seems like a conflict of interest.” 

Yoongi’s mouth quirks a bit as he fastens the top to the matcha in his hand and slides it on the serving counter to Namjoon. The gentry fae nods in thanks at Yoongi and shoots you a raised brow before looking back to Yoongi, a silent question. Yoongi gives the tiniest shake no before turning back to you as Namjoon sighs and retreats. 

Namjoon has been trying to get Yoongi to ask you out on a date for the better half of a few months. Every day you come to Coffee Mates at the same time, with the same order. You always sit in the same booth, which Yoongi might have put a glamor on to keep it open for you, and you always pop open your book to read for hours, coffee in hand. 

Yoongi supposes he could ask you out. You’re friendly enough and you seem to enjoy what few interactions you have. He’s caught you looking at him at least once or twice, though he worries it’s because his glamor has dropped in your presence or you’re seeing a waver in the magic that hides the nature of most of the shop. 

Because unlike most patrons at Coffee Mates, you are blissfully unaware of all the magic that surrounds you. 

At first, Yoongi thought it was a joke. Humans don’t just come to this coffee shop without knowing what it is. A bridge between worlds, a little haven for faerie suitors to offer their human counterparts an invitation to Faerie. Or for fae like Namjoon and Jimin, a place to hangout among other creatures of their kind.

Coffee Mates welcomes all fae creatures and their human counterparts, which is why you’re unusual. You have no faerie partner, no knowledge of magic. You don’t notice the floating lights in the shop or the pointed ears hidden behind Yoongi’s dark hair. A steaming cup of hot chocolate levitates just a few feet away from where you stand now as Taehyung draws on a napkin, and you’re none the wiser. 

It makes little sense. But it doesn’t have to. The patrons and the workers of the cafe have accepted you all in some unspoken agreement. Watching you curiously, making eyes at Yoongi whenever you laugh particularly hard at something he says. 

“Almond latte?” Yoongi asks, already typing in your order on the screen. You hum and nod, handing over cash. Yoongi goes through the motions of putting it in the register, but unknown to you, the money always appears in your wallet once more. He’s been pretending to accept it for weeks now, unable to bring himself to charge you. “Give me ten.”

“Hmm, I think I’ll only give you nine.”

He smiles. “Challenge accepted.” 

You leave the counter and sit in your booth. Yoongi watches you from the corner of his eye as he makes your drink, hands memorizing every ingredient and heating it just the way you like it. Normally when Yoongi makes the drinks, he uses magic to help him. He gets much more done that way, but with yours, he always does it by hand. Takes his time to froth the cream for the design on top, always careful when he pours in the cream to make a leaf, or a heart, or something else cute on the top of your coffee. 

Yoongi likes to personally bring it to your table. Every time that he does, you chide him and insist that you can come to the counter. He doesn’t mind, though. It gives him a moment to stretch his legs and escape the heavy hum of machinery and the buzzing energy of magic. 

Today, you’re leaned against the window, an open book in your hands when he approaches. You sense him and look up, smiling and shaking your head as you snap the book shut. “Eight minutes exactly.” 

He smirks. “When have I ever let you down?”

“You couldn’t possibly, Yoongi. You are singularly gifted in making my day.”

Yoongi gestures to your book to hide the fact that he’s blushing from the tip of his ears to his cheeks.  “What are you reading today?” 

“It’s a romance book about soulmates.” That throws him for a loop. If you notice the way he blinks in surprise, you don’t show it. “It’s a really fun read. Do you believe in soulmates?” 

He swears half the cafe turns to look at the two of you. Namjoon leans a little out of his booth, tilting his head to eavesdrop. Taehyung has dropped his pen and placed his chin in his hand, watching with a goofy grin on his face. 

Of course the entire cafe full of sharp-hearing creatures is listening now, interested in your mention of soulmates. Yoongi clears his throat awkwardly, pulling on his apron. “I guess?”

“You guess?”

“I don’t see why not?” 

“Hmm.” You look him up and down and for a second, he swears you see right through his glamor. See down into the core of him, heartbeat thumping a two-syllable rhythm: soulmate soulmate soulmate. “I hope to find mine one day.”

“I think you will.”

“Yeah?”

Yoongi feels his cheeks warm. Chews on his lower lip a little as he nods. “I definitely think you will.” 

“Thanks, Yoongi.”

Everyone watches him return to the counter. He hides from their gazes by busying himself with wiping down one of the machines even though he could flick his fingers and be done with it. He needs the distraction to steady his hands and breathing. 

Yoongi certainly believes in soulmates. The fact that you believe in soulmates sets him on fire. Ignites something in him that is nervous and excited. Something like hope, softley burning. For faeries, soulmates are quite common. It’s why Jin made the cafe in the first place, a haven for faeries to help bridge the world between the fae and their sometimes human mates.

When Yoongi looks up at you, rain splattering on the window, crowning your head, he thinks maybe he will take Namjoon’s advice, finally. Maybe he will ask you out on that date he’s been dreaming about. Because if you believe in soulmates, maybe you can believe in magic.

And maybe you can believe that the reason you’ve found this little invisible coffee shop is because your soulmate makes you almond lattes every morning. 

#yoongi fanfic #suga fanfic #bts fanfic #yoongi fic #suga fic #yoongi x you #yoongi x reader #yoongi imagines #halis happy agust

[bedoballoons]

Hi again!

I loved what you did with my ask and I was wondering if I could get something else!

Do you think I could get genshin guys (Childe, Kaeya and Ayato because I always see this happening with them and you can add anyone else you seem fit if you want) with a reader who kinda just shuts off when degraded, as in they just hate being degraded in any way and just breakdown if they get called something like a slut or whore or something? I know I hate being called those things and get kind of cold towards people if they degrade me and it just rubs me the wrong way when I see it in fics so I wanted to see if you would like to take this!

Feel free to ignore this by all means!

And do you think I could be your little flower girl my lovely? You seemed to like the flowers last time so have some more from me💐

Hope you're having a lovely night/day and hope to talk soon! <3

Dkrnktjj I hope you don't think I've ignored this and of course you can be my flower girl! Though I'm not sure if you meant anon wise or not? I do enjoy the flowers though! Thank you and here have one in return 🪻

(P.s: I think the MOST common person who gets written with degrading is Wanderer, so I decided to add him as well for anyone who loves him and not the degrading <3)

─⊰💕𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤💕⊰─

{༻~Cold from your words~༺}

CW: GN! Reader who doesn't like being degraded, slightly suggestive, cursing, slight angst to fluff!

(Includes: Wanderer, Childe, Ayato, and Kaeya!)

𑁍༄Wanderer:

"Wouldn't you like that, slut~"

You'd never fallen out of the mood so quickly...that word making your skin feel like ice. Of all the things he could have said...he choose to refer to you like you where a whore...

"What's wrong? I thought we were-"

"Yeah we were, then you called me a slut...and it bothered me. I'm sure there are people who like that, but I'm not one of them...call me baby, call me love but don't degrade me okay.." You moved away from him and looked at the floor, wondering if hed get upset with you. He was Wanderer after all and he could get a bit rough with his words..

"I..should have asked. I'm sorry, but let's not let it ruin our good time okay? I won't use degrading names again."

Your eyes widened in shock, since when had he been so understanding...and kind? Maybe all this time around other had softened his heart...or maybe you had.

𑁍༄Childe:

"I could make you beg like a little bitch~"

You paused mid kiss and pulled away, feeling your whole body run cold at that word, "I'm not a bitch..."

"Of course you're not really, I just thought it be fun to experiment a little~" He leaned in to kiss you again and you moved away from him, catching him off guard.., "I didn't mean it literally-"

"Then don't say it...I don't mind experimenting, but not with that. I'm not a bitch so don't call me one.." You looked away from him, waiting to hear his response...but instead your felt his arms wrap around you tightly.

"I apologize, truly. I won't call you anything like that again...will you forgive me? Cause I was really enjoying that kiss of yours~"

𑁍༄Ayato:

𑁍༄Kaeya:

"Oh but you've been acting like such a slut all day, how could I forgive that~"

Your smile faded almost instantly when those words left his lips, it didn't matter how attracted you were to him or how good of a kiss you were having, calling you that left you completely numb and awkward. "Ayato...please don't call me that."

He seemed a little taken aback at your response and he moved away from you, hoping to not make you any more uncomfortable then you already word. "My sincerest apologies, I will refrain from calling you that or anything similar in the future. I never wanted to make you feel uneasy. Please, is there any way I can make it up to you?"

"How about...we just eat some dessert instead?"

"Of course, I'll have Thoma fetch us something... again, I truly am sorry. I hope you can forgive me."

"Awe, but you're such a pretty little whore for me~"

"Wait what.." You pushed Kaeya away, suddenly feeling like the flustered moment you were having was all but gone. Mood ruined.. "What did you call me?"

"So sorry. I think I might have let my thoughts get the better of me, I was only trying to-"

"It's okay to try things, but let's talk about it first alright. I don't...I don't like being called a whore..." You crossed your arms over your chest, feeling uncomfortable, even a little upset by the whole thing.

"You're completely right...you know I don't truly think of you that way. I'm sorry if I ever made you feel like I did."

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚~Have a nice day!~*⁠.⁠✧

#genshin impact #genshin headcanons #genshin #genshin fanfic #genshin x reader #genshin x you #wanderer headcanons #wanderer x you #genshin wanderer #wanderer x reader #childe x reader #childe headcanons #childe x you #genshin childe #ayato headcanons #ayato x you #ayato x reader #ayato genshin impact #kaeya x you #kaeya x reader #genshin kaeya #kaeya headcanons

[familyvideostevie]

you know i can't say no

this was the top vote from this poll, hope you enjoy! napping with remus <3 | fem!reader, 1.1k

The dream unfolds like most of your waking days do -- softly, slowly, sweetly. In it, you've got your head in Remus's lap and he strokes your hair lazily, his long fingertips tracing lines on your scalp. You're torn between closing your eyes and enjoying it and keeping your gaze on him, impossibly handsome even from this angle. A small, sleepy part of you knows it's a dream because he's not home yet. You're sprawled on the couch in your flat, windows open to let the spring breeze in as you wait. 

The dream is nice but you know that reality is nicer. Remus is actually yours, even if it does sometimes too good to be true. Deserved, sure -- everyone deserves to be loved the way he loves you, so wholly and intensely -- but sometimes unbelievable all the same. 

The sound of the front door opening rouses you just enough that your dream-boyfriend disappears. You blink your eyes open half-heartedly, turning over to catch a glimpse of the new living, breathing body in your home. "Darling?" Remus calls, eyes on this shoes as he toes them off. "You home?"

In your head you say Yes, my love, I'm here, I've been waiting for you, but what comes out is a sleepy groan. Afternoon naps seem to do the opposite of what you'd like them to -- you always end up more tired and groggy than before. You'll swing your legs off the couch in a few seconds and go give him a hug and ask what you should eat for dinner. Definitely. For sure. 

But instead your eyes slide closed again and you lose track of Remus. "Oh," he says from somewhere above you, softer than before. "Didn't wake you, did I?"

You find your voice this time. "You did," you mumble, but your lips stretch into a smile. "S'okay." You force your eyes to open again and find him in a crouch in front of you, hand mid reach to tuck your hair back, or something. When he sees that you're looking at him, he pivots and brings his palm to your cheek instead.

"My sincerest apologies," he says rather seriously. "How can I make it up to you?" Remus looks even more handsome in real life than he did in your dream. Hair a little windswept, the scarring on his face especially prominent in the afternoon light. His eyes, always so tired, soft in that way they get when he's with you. He looks pleased to be touching you, pleased to be home. Something in you settles at the sight of him. 

"You were in my dream," you tell him. He blinks, stands from his crouch to sit on the edge of the sofa next to your legs. You know his knees ache easier than they should, his entire body often at war with him. And yet you also know he would kneel for you -- for anyone he loves, really -- for hours and not complain once. He is so kind, so good that you don't always know how to keep up with him. 

He pulls his palm from your face and you make a small noise but he's quick to cover your knee, instead. His thumb strokes back and forth over the soft material of your pants. 

"Was I?" He sounds amused now. He laughs the most when he's around Sirius, but you're a close second, and you'll take it. With you, at least, he's softest. Your hand fumbles for his and he catches it, bringing it to his lips to kiss your palm. Sleepy butterflies erupt in your stomach. 

"But you're here now," you say around a yawn, eyes fluttering shut once more.

"Seems so, sweetheart." Part of you remembers your original plan -- it's almost time to eat and you should get up to get that sorted. You tug yourself up but overshoot it and all but careen into Remus's chest. "Woah, there," he chuckles. You hook your chin over his shoulder as his arms surround you. He smells like citrus and something spicy and warm.

"Food," you say, finally attempting to banish the nap-fog for real. "I bet you're had a long day. What do you want to ea--"

"I have had a long day," he interrupts you. "And what I'd like most is a lie down, I think." You tuck your nose into his collar and roll your eyes. Everyone says that Sirius and James get up to the most shit, but you know that Remus is maybe the most mischievous of them all, always convincing people to do things without making it obvious. He has an uncanny ability to lead people in the direction he wants -- but he never leads them astray. 

"I see what you're doing," you mumble. "Sneaky bastard." His chest rumbles as he laughs. 

"What, pray tell, am I doing?" He pulls away from you, hands on your shoulders to get a good look at you. This close, you can see the beginnings of stubble on his cheeks, the swirling storm of his eyes as he looks at you. Your lips part and he smirks just a little before leaning in to kiss you chastely. It's soft, the press of his lips barely there, but you lean into him all the same until he pulls back. He swipes his thumb over the soft skin of your under eye before tapping your chin as if asking his question again. 

"You know what," you breathe. You lick your lips. 

Remus starts to maneuver you so that you can both fit on the couch. You let him. "Maybe I just came home and saw the most beautiful girl in the world on my couch and decided that I'd rather lie down next to her than do anything else."

"Flattery, Lupin," you tell him, "does not work on me." The hammering of your heart from one small peck says otherwise, but you ignore it. He situates himself on his back and tugs you over him, tangling your legs together and resting your head over his heartbeat. It's steady and sure, even when you snake your hand underneath his shirt. Unflappable, your boyfriend is. 

"We both know that's not true." He's right. A single compliment, his hand in yours, even a glance from Remus across the room is enough to sent your own heart into a riot. It's terribly annoying and the boys tease you about it constantly. 

Remus sighs and you rise and fall with the breath. "We do need to eat," you say into his chest. His hand trails through your hair, just like in your dream, and you feel his lips on your crown for just a moment.

"Later," he whispers. "I'll cook. Go back to sleep." You want to protest just to be difficult but you can barely keep your eyes open. His gentle touch, the beat of his heart, the steadiness of his breath all lull you back toward dreams, even if the best one is right here in front of you. 

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Friends? Never. Pt.21 (Ellie Williams x reader)

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SYNOPSIS: You and Ellie had been bitter enemies for years now but before that you were best friends. You had always planned to be roommates one day but when that becomes a reality the situation isn't exactly how you both imagined it.

Tada! Hope this was worth the wait, my sincerest apologies, please excuse me while i go scream into my pillow anyway, enjoy u angels !!

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“Flip it mommy! Flip it!” 

“Okayyy, get ready, cross your fingers and your toes.” Clem looks at you perplexed and it only makes you giggle. “For good luck! I haven’t had as much practise as Mama.” She makes on O sound with her mouth before crossing her fingers and swaying as she tries to cross her toes. You take a deep breath in and flick the pan in attempt to flip the pancake. When it lands in the pan perfectly you both cheer before you quickly remember Ellie sleeping upstairs. She slept through most things but since Clem she has slept lighter, often beating you to the punch if you both heard Clem crying from a nightmare. You both giggle as you continue making the stack of pancakes. You put raspberries on the top pancake of Ellie and Clem’s plates in the shape of a smiley face before leaving Clem to pour syrup over her pancakes to her heart’s content as you check you have everything you need for when you leave. Your backpack was packed and so was Clem’s littler one so you returned to the kitchen to see the girl drowning her pancakes in syrup. She finally decides it’s enough when the syrup is almost spilling over the edge of the plate and lets you finish up your and Ellie’s pancakes. 

When everything was ready you let Clem carry her plate up the stairs as you carried yours and Ellie’s. Clem creeps into the room ahead of you and with a small nod of your head you both beam and take a deep breath in. 

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” You both yell in unison causing Ellie to jump awake. Clem quickly puts her plate on the bedside table and jumps at Ellie, wrapping her arms around Ellie’s neck and snuggling into the half-awake girl. 

“Happy birthday Mama! Wake uppppp, we made you pancakes!” Ellie’s eyes jolt open and as her eyes fall on the plates in your hands a huge grin creeps across her features, it only grows as she meets your eyes. 

“Thank you baby! Oh you are the best.” She squeezes Clem before shifting over to allow room for you to sit down next to her. You pass her plate to her as well as her cutlery and then pass Clem’s plate to her also. You notice Ellie looking down at the raspberry smiley face and when she looks back at you, your cheeks grow hotter at her doting gaze. 

“Happy birthday babe.” 

“I love you so much.” She leans in and presses a sweet kiss to your lips before pressing a kiss to Clem’s forehead. “and I love you kiddo. Thank you so much.” Clem giggles and you nod your head towards the pancakes to get her to eat before they go cold. She wastes no time before stuffing her face, Clem following her lead, as you watch them both devour what looks more like syrup with a side of pancakes, smiling at the matching smears of syrup on their chins. You put your plate down on the side and get up off the bed. “Where are you going?” Ellie scoffs through a mouthful of food. 

“To get your presents silly.” 

“Babe, you shouldn’t have.” 

“Shut up and eat your pancakes.” You chuckle as you walk off to Clem’s room where you had hidden the presents. As you approach the room once again you hear Clem’s voice. 

“Mama how old are you now?” 

“I’m twenty kiddo.” 

“Wow that’s really old.” 

“You’re telling me.” You giggle as you walk back in the room with the presents in your arms, handing one to Clem and laying the rest on the bed. 

“Go on Clemmy, give Mama her present from you.” She hands it over and Ellie handles it so carefully as she feels the softness of it under the brown wrapping paper. You had been preparing for Ellie’s birthday for some time now so each time you went on patrol you’d always be on the hunt for presents or other useful items such as the wrapping paper you had somehow managed to sneak past her, she was so oblivious sometimes. Ellie ripped open the paper and gasped as a green dinosaur plushie came into view.  

“Oh thank you kiddo! This is the best. What should we name ‘em?” Ellie beams at Clem who had grown slightly flushed at Ellie’s giddiness, she was so like Ellie. 

“Mmmm, Rex!” Clem chirped causing Ellie to chuckle. 

“Perfect. Welcome to the family Rex.” Ellie goes to smoosh the dinosaurs nose into Clem’s face as a sort of kiss before you stopped her and pointed to your lips as your eyes flicked to Clem’s, suddenly she noticed the sticky splotches of syrup still shining on her chin and laughs.  

“I’m gonna go get a cloth so we can clean you both up!” You say pointedly at Ellie that suddenly darts her tongue out of her mouth to taste her matching syrup stains. 

“Wait babe I can go, you need to eat yours.” 

“Ellie shut up.” You smile lovingly before disappearing out of the room again missing Ellie and Clem both trying to lick all the remnants of their breakfast of the places they could reach. You return and wipe Clem’s face with the damp cloth and then move onto Ellie before she can try and grab the rag and do it herself. “Okay, now you can play.” Ellie rolls her eyes as she smiles before diving the plushie back at Clem and nuzzling it into her face while making obnoxiously loud smooching sound with her lips. 

“Ah mama that tickles!” Clem shrieks through giggles before Ellie lets up and points the plushie in your direction. 

“Pucker up buttercup!” You raise your eyebrows at Ellie as your face remains deadpan. “Uh whose birthday is it? Mine, sooooo... pucker up.” She grins cheekily as you huff and pucker your lips, your eyes fluttering shut out of habit. When you feel Ellie’s lips on yours your eyes flash open, squeaking ever so slightly at of surprise. “What you thought I’d let Rex here steal my mrs? No way.” Ellie sounds so serious you can’t help but laugh at her absurdity, you swear you never laughed this much with anyone other than Ellie. She places the plushie down between her and Clem, patting him on the head before grabbing another present, this time it was rectangular and solid – a book, she thought. She looks at you for permission and with a nod of your head she rips the wrapping off with even more might than last time. “Holy fuck, babe! Are you kidding me?” She holds the book up in awe as her eyes scan over the title again and again. “Stargazing for dummies” She repeats quietly. “Are you calling me a dummy?” 

“Yes but you’re my dummy.” You grin and she is so excited she doesn’t even snip back at your quip. She flips through the book quietly as you watch and her smile only grows with each page she looks at. 

“I can’t wait to use this, thank you babe, really.” She cups your cheek and rubs her thumb over the expanse of skin as she looks at you like you hung the stars in the sky that she was itching to look at with you and Clem, she didn’t want to wish the day away but she also couldn’t wait for nightfall. You nudge her with the next present as she seems completely lost in the book and although you loved to watch her, you were on a schedule and you wanted enough time for the big surprise you had planned before the next bigger surprise you had also planned, you had been preparing for Ellie’s birthday for awhile... 

She screeches when she reveals the set of watercolours you had found at Mabel’s stand at the market the other week. She only really drew with a pen or a pencil and after she had rambled to you about how she wishes she could add colour to her artwork sometimes, your mind was set, you were on a mission to find something to allow her to do that and Mabel, being Mabel, had the perfect timing. “Clemmy, how do you feel about me painting a picture of your cute little face?”  

“Really?!” 

“Oh yeah, it would be my honour. My first painting is gonna be of you and Mommy.” She beamed at Clem before muttering to herself. “My girls.” Her eyes met yours and they conveyed the love that was pouring out of her as if she was screaming the words at you, so loud and clear it caused you to tear up slightly. She looked elated and it made your heart sing.  

You all sat together as she opened the last few presents, the atmosphere warm and tender as the sun glowed throughout the room. When everything was done, you offered to help Clem get ready but she seemed eager to prove she was big enough to do it herself as she hopped off the bed and sped towards her, formerly your, room as you and Ellie chuckled at her. 

“Babe I genuinely don’t know what to say. I don’t deserve you.” She pulls you into her lap as you wrap your arms around her neck and lean in for a longer kiss now that Clem is out of the room. As you pull away you notice the glassy sheen over her eyes, mirroring yours. “I can’t even explain how much I love you.” 

“Oh El, I love you more and you deserve the world you dummy.” You smile as you recall her reaction to the book while snuggling into her. “Do you like all your presents?” 

“Are you kidding me? I’m the luckiest girl in the world, I can’t thank you enough, this has been perfect.” 

“Good but the day is not over yet, we’ve got a lot planned so you need to get ready.” 

“What are we doing?” 

“If I tell you that it ruins the surprise, just get ready, it’s gonna be hot today by the way.” You wink before climbing off of her to take the dirty dishes downstairs leaving her dumbfounded as she tried to figure out what you had planned. You smirked knowing she never would. 

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“Maria, I know that lake, infected never get out there because if they go that way they’re spotted by the guards at the towers and taken out. Please it’s for Ellie’s birthday, I just wanna make it special.” You begged and pleaded with Maria as she looked at you like you were a thorn stuck in her thumb. 

“I wouldn’t be as opposed if it was just you and Ellie but Clem too? I don’t like the idea.” 

“Oh come on Maria, do you really think I’d do something that would put her in danger? I’ve been there so many times over the years and there’s never been any infected ever. I’ll even wake up super early to check out the area and make sure it’s clear before she wakes up if it will make you let us go.” Maria rubbed her temples as she contemplated your idea. 

“I will let you go, with Clem, for a few hours, I’ll send a team out to clear it in the morning so don’t get there before ten am alright?” 

“Oh my god thank you thank you thank you!” You pull her into a tight hug as she chuckles at your excitement. 

“Seriously though, don’t let your guard down and whatever you do, do not put that little girl in danger. If anything seems the slightest bit off, you come back, okay?” 

“Of course Maria, I promise we’ll all be fine.”  

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“Babe why are we at the gates?” 

“Family outing!” 

“Does Maria know?” 

“You think we’d be going if she didn’t?” 

“True.” Ellie climbs on Shimmer and then you help Clem up to sit in front of her before mounting Greg. Your heart jumped a little as the gates opened and you began your short journey to the lake where you and Ellie had snuck off to so many times when you were fourteen and again recently. You had mainly seen the lake at night so the image of the crystal-clear water shimmering from the sun was making you antsy to get there. 

Ellie surveyed her surroundings desperately trying to guess where you were going until suddenly it popped into her mind. “Are we going to the lake?” 

“I don’t know, are we Ellie?” You look over your shoulder and flash a coy smile seeing her face light up. 

“Fuck yeah.” You hear her mutter causing you to roll her eyes, lovingly but still disgruntled by her potty mouth that had already worked its way into Clem’s vocabulary. It annoyed you more that you had to stifle a laugh whenever Clem swore than Ellie actually swearing but she didn’t need to know that because she’s never let you live it down. 

The lake came into view and Clem screeched at the sight, she loved the pond in Jackson, but the pond didn’t compare to the large lake that shimmered exactly like you had pictured. As you dismounted the horses and tied them up, Clem bounced around unable to contain her excitement. You slid her backpack off her shoulders and emptied the contents, a swimming costume and some arm bands that would serve well while you taught her to swim. You came across them on a patrol as well as the swimming costume in a shop in the mountain resort and it gave you the idea about the lake. You still didn’t understand why they sold that stuff at the mountain resort but it worked in your favour so you didn’t dwell on it. You found a bikini for yourself that you were already wearing under your clothes so you knelt down and grabbed the options you had brought for Ellie to show her. A forest green all in one swim costume, a black bikini that was similar to yours and a pair of black swimming shorts – or trunks as the package had called them. 

“I wasn’t sure what you’d want so er I grabbed a few options.” You say holding them out to her as she inspects them. She settles on the black bikini top with the black swimming trunks as you began changing Clem into her costume that was a pink all-in-one with a little frilly skirt running around her waist. She looked as cute as a button and as she span watching the skirt float around her, giggling and clapping, you knew she liked it too.  

“I’m never taking it off!” 

“We’ll see about that.” You grinned as you began blowing up the arm bands until they were firm then pushing them up her arms until they sat just below her shoulders. You looked up to see Ellie changed and the sight of her toned body had you licking your lips. “Why don’t you take her in? I’ll be there in two secs.” She nods and smiles before leading Clem to the water as you shrugged off your clothes to reveal the red bikini you had picked out. It was simple but it made you feel pretty and from the way Ellie’s jaw dropped as you sauntered over to the edge of the lake, you knew she agreed. 

You all spent hours in the lake, teaching Clem to swim, Ellie attempting to do handstands and failing miserably causing her to cough and splutter and moan about water going up her nose though you only scolded her for not learning her lesson over and over again. Eventually she managed to stay up right with her legs bent and flailing for a couple seconds and the proud look on her face when she emerges from the water has you relenting and telling her it looked perfect just to stop her from trying again. 

The sun made the water warmer but it was still a welcome reprieve from the sweltering heat on land. It was so easy to get swept up in the joy of the moment you almost missed the sun showing you it was time to head back to Jackson but you didn’t which gave you enough time to rush them out of the water and back into their dry clothes after they both practically shook off like dogs just in time. 

The whole way home Ellie moaned and groaned about not wanting to leave but you promised her over and over again that you’d go back soon and that seemed to satisfy her enough that she’d stop being a pain in the ass. 

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“SURPRISE!” Ellie screamed like she had never screamed before as she walked through the front door and was greeted by her friends and family all standing in the living room. At the exact moment her face contorted and her body jumped away from them a bright flash went off followed by Jesse’s deafening laughter as he nearly collapsed on the ground.  

“I could’ve killed you all!” Ellie shrieked as she clutched her chest, you and Clem both in a similar state to Jesse. 

“Yeah, yeah, sure you could kiddo.” Joel walked over to her with a cocky grin as he embraced her in a hug that she wasn’t quite recovered enough to return. “Happy birthday, I love ya.” 

“Ew old man, don’t be gross.” You pinched her side and she winced before looking at her feet. “I love you too.” She muttered. 

“I know. I’m great, don’t blame ya!” He chirped and all of a sudden Jesse started cackling once again as he stared down at a... polaroid. Ellie snatched it from his hand and her moment of absolute terror had been caught at the perfect moment by Jesse. Her mouth was open, mid-shriek, one leg was pulled up to her chest and her arms were crossed over defensively. You peaked over her shoulder and started cackling like a hyena as you snatched the polaroid from her.  

“Look Clemmy! Isn’t this a good picture of Mama?” You managed through wheezes, Clem immediately giggled before the polaroid was ripped from your hand by Ellie once again. 

“Alright, alright. Can we be nice to me seeing as it’s my birthday maybe?” 

“Speaking of, happy birthday.” Jesse chimes in as he hands Ellie the polaroid camera. 

“Wait, seriously?” 

“Yeah, found it on patrol and figured you could use it seeing as you’re all artsy fartsy. I got you loads of the paper thingys that you put in the camera also, they’re in a bag in the kitchen. It was a sick shop.” He was so nonchalant after giving Ellie something that was going to allow her to make all the memories of Clem growing up and her growing old with you permanent. 

“Jesse you fucker this is fucking awesome!” She lunges at him and hugs him like she’s trying to break his back as he pats her back lightly with the hand that wasn’t pressed as firmly to his side than the other. 

“Ooh our turn! This is from me Maria and Tommy.” Joel smiled as they all stepped aside revealing something under a white sheet. Ellie inched over to it and ripped the sheet off to see an electric guitar, the amp and everything. She had seen one in the music store with Joel on patrol and picked it up saying how cool it would be to play one of them so when Joel was there a few weeks ago on patrol the idea suddenly popped into his head and he enlisted Tommy’s help to lug everything back to Jackson and fix it up so it was like brand new. He hadn’t been entirely sure it would be possible but when he tested it, it was near-enough perfect. 

“Are you fucking kidding me right now? An electric fucking guitar! Babe, I am gonna serenade you so hard tonight.” She almost sings her last sentence as Joel grimaces at you. 

“Sorry ‘bout that.” He says sheepishly as you chuckle. 

“Don’t be, this is really impressive guys. It’s perfect.” You answered as Ellie was too busy fiddling around with everything, she didn’t even know what to do first so she just started almost glitching as she moved from the guitar, to the amp, to the wall, to the cords all wrapped up neatly on the floor, back to the guitar, then to wall again and so on until Joel took pity on the frantically excited girl and set it up for her. 

“While he’s fixing that, Ellie, here’s your present from me. Happy birthday!” Dina beamed as she handed her a box. Ellie opened the lid and her jaw dropped. There were CDs, DVDs, vinyls and most importantly, the savage starlight comic that would finally answer the cliff hanger that has played on her mind since she was fourteen. She had found so many over the years but she had never found the comic that was the second part of the one she had stolen from Bill’s. “Your lovely girlfriend over there helped me a little with the other things, we kinda made the collection over the past few months but I found this the other week and figured you mightttt want to know what happened after that cliffhanger we’ve all heard you moan about for years.”  

“Dina, this is insane, thank you so much.” She hugged Dina before turning back to you and enveloping you in her body like you would float away any second. “And you... Thank you, this has been the best birthday ever! You are an angel.” She whispers into your hair as you hold back happy tears that you had been fighting all day, you had been so emotional lately you were honestly considering the possibility that the strap on Ellie found was magic and you were actually pregnant. It was more likely that you were due on your period but still, it was nice to fantasize.  

Ellie flipped through the contents of the box until Joel announced the guitar was ready causing her to leap over to him, almost tripping on the white sheet she had left discarded in the middle of the room. She took the guitar in her hands, slipping the strap over her neck and putting an arm through before strumming a chord then made the house vibrate ever so slightly. Clem clamped her hands over her ears as she winced slightly causing you to pick her up and kiss her cheek as she giggled with you. “Whoops, lemme turn that down a little bit.” She says sheepishly before repeating the chord with a look of awe painted all over her features.  

You grabbed the polaroid camera and snapped a picture of her standing looking down at the guitar and she frowned at you as you beamed in her direction while shaking the polaroid. Your mum had always done that when she’d take a picture of you on special occasions, so you simply did it out habit and not because you knew if it actually helped or not. 

The afternoon rolled round into the evening as you all sat outside round a fire Joel and Tommy had been keeping alight. So many pictures had been taken already but Ellie’s favourite by far was the one of you holding Clem, Clem cuddled into your side as you hold her on your hip, Clem was smiling cheekily at the camera and you were kissing her forehead with a smile that was evident even from the side of your face. You were glowing and she glowed even brighter every time she looked at it. She didn’t need any presents for this to have been the best birthday, it was already the best because this was her first birthday with both of you in her life, loving you was the best present she could’ve ever asked for. 

Everyone stayed until there was a chill to the air and the orange and pink hues of the sky had long turned to darkness with hundreds of thousands of stars glittering over their heads. The stars seemed clearer tonight and as she thought about the stargazing book you had gifted her, her excitement only swelled. 

Dina and Jesse were the last to go, Joel, Tommy and Maria leaving about an hour before, excusing themselves due to their tiredness. Ellie had scolded Joel for how much of an old man he was, as always, but when he quipped back with ‘watch out, you’ll blink and you’ll be as old as me’ she could’ve been scared at the thought, she would’ve been a year prior but as she looked at you and Clem it only made her excited for all the years you would share together. 

Once everyone had left you put a defiant but very sleepy Clem to bed and returned to Ellie in the back garden with two blankets and her stargazing book. 

“Oh you read my mind.” 

“It’s almost like I know you super well or something.” You giggled as Ellie stomped out the fire and you both laid out the first blanket before laying down and covering yourselves with the second one. You cuddled into Ellie’s side, leaning on her chest as she wrapped an arm around you and thumbed through the book with her free hand to find the section showing her different constellations. You spent at least an hour looking at the stars, occasionally arguing over what constellation was which though you always relented eventually. 

“Did you have a good birthday babe?” 

“Better than good, it was fucking perfect. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” 

“They all got you such good gifts, they know you so well. Feel like they put me to shame.” You chuckled as you said it but she picked up on the insecurity on your voice in a matter of seconds. 

“Babe, the lake, the surprise party, the pancakes in bed, you literally spoiled me rotten and then the presents on top of that, they were perfect, the whole day was perfect and so are you. I love everything you got me, especially because it came from you. This day wouldn’t have been perfect without you, okay?” 

“I love you Ellie, happy birthday.” 

“I love you more than there are stars in the sky, thank you, for everything.” You kissed her soft, sweetly as you cradled her head, smiling into the kiss. She was right, it was a perfect day. 

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Zoomies

Zoomies: Y/N likes to keep her private life private, especially from her close friends at Star Labs. Unfortunately, she is forced to reveal a secret of hers when her daughter’s day care closes for the day.

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Toddler Shenanigans.

To Note: Barry Allen x Female!Reader, Reader has a Daughter.

Request: @twilightlover2007: My idea for the next is the team doesn't know about Y/N's life outside of working at Star Labs until one day she brings a special little guest with her due to some unforeseen circumstances. She brings in her 2 year old daughter. HR and her daughter become fast friends; I wanna see a kid fascinated by all the stuff in Star Labs and when she sees the flash suit she squeals as she's a huge fan of his. I would love for her to have feelings towards Barry but she never said anything mostly cus she's a single mama. (Dad either died or is not involved).

Authors Note: For some reason I get the feeling that HR would make a great babysitter, also, little baby gorl in flash onesie? So adorable! —🐝

Word Count: ~3.7k

“…sorry to inform you that the daycare workers of Central City’s Toddler Town are out with the flu and thus we are unable to open up the daycare to look after your little one. We offer our most sincerest apologies and will work to…” Lowering your phone, you looked at your daughter who was happily shoveling Cheerio’s into her mouth, oblivious to the troubles in your life.

“Well, looks like you’re stuck with me today, kiddo,” You sighed out, massaging the place on your forehead where you already felt a headache forming. This morning hadn’t gotten off to a good start. First, your alarm clock had failed to go off, then your daughter didn’t want to get changed into her clothes for the day, and to add to that, the daycare that usually looked after your daughter while you were at work had closed because most of its workers had come down with the flu.

It wasn’t the worse thing in the world, but life as a single mother wasn’t easy and you savored the moments you had to yourself. Well, a quick call into to work and you could work at home for the day… but your daughter would be a distraction, and a very good one at that. An idea came to you. Cisco and the others would be at the lab, and that meant plenty of extra eyes and ears to keep track of your daughter.

“Not the safest place but it’s better than stuck at home with you climbing up the walls.” You sighed to yourself, setting your phone down and reaching for a washcloth to clean up the mess your daughter had made while eating breakfast. She wasn’t that bad of a messy eater, but she did sometimes get enthusiastic with her food, and that usually ended up with food projectiles raining around the circumference of her highchair. Cleaning up the cheerios was a quick task, and by the time you were done, Y/D/N was kicking in her seat and waving her arms at you, obviously wanting down.

“Mama!” Y/D/N exclaimed, her feet kicking against the high chair. “Down, down!”

Setting aside the washcloth, you picked her up and set her against your hip before reaching for a wet wipe on the kitchen counter to wipe her… you guessed it… messy face.

“Were you eating your Cheerios or just playing with them?” You asked as she giggled and tried to hide her face from your attempts to wipe at her cheeks. Little meaty fists half heartedly smacked at your hands, and withdrawing the wet wiped, you looked at your daughter with a raised eyebrow. “What? You want to have food stuck to your face all day?”

“I want down!” She squealed, kicking her legs against your body. Letting out a soft chuckle, you lowered her to the floor and watched her dart off for her toys neatly packed away in her toy box. Keeping up with your daughter was difficult, from the moment she woke up to the moment she passed out, she was on the go. She didn’t walk, she sprinted. Where she got the energy, you didn’t know, but you did know one thing: Y/D/N was going to be a firecracker when she grew up.

You watched as she pulled out her beloved flash stuffed toy and started zooming around the kitchen, making noises as she went. She absolutely adored the Flash, he was her hero and idol. If she could grow up to be him, she would. Well, she’d be meeting Barry for the first time today, and while you wouldn’t tell her that it was him that was the Flash, she would probably be over the moon about all the Flash paraphernalia.

So while your daughter ran around, you cleaned up the kitchen and started gathering your required supplies to be working at the lab. Packing a backpack, you started adding a few things for Y/D/N to tide her over for the day, mainly a few books, some colored pencils, and several snacks. If you ran out of things to keep Y/D/N entertained at the lab, well, there was plenty there that she could play with safely. Tucking your wallet and car keys into your backpack, you shouldered it before looking around for your wayward daughter.

“Y/D/N?” You heard a giggle from the living room adjacent to the kitchen, and Y/D/N head popped up over the side of the couch, mischief in her eyes. Grabbing her coat, you held it out. “Come on, it’s time to go!”

She slipped from the couch and hurried over, her sock covered feet scurrying across the floor. Somewhere in the time you had been gathering your things, your daughter had managed to get herself into her favorite flash once complete with a hood that had little lightning bolts.

“Y/D/N…” Little lips pouted up at you as she wrapped her arms around her red covered body and turned her chin.

“Don’t wanna change!”

“What happened to the clothes you were wearing during breakfast?” You asked, your eyebrows pinching together as you looked around for the discarded clothes. She wasn’t the best at dressing herself yet, but she could wriggle in and out of clothes enough to change them. Currently, her favorite onesie that mimicked Barry’s suit, was only half zipped up, her left arm was bunched at her elbow, and the onsie itself was shifted on her body so it was longer on one side.

Just by the look on her face and the pleading in her eyes, you found yourself folding to your two and a half year’s wishes. Shaking your head while laughing, you fixed the lopsided onsie so it was on her body correctly and flipped up the hood, watching as her eyes lit up. With an enormous grin on her face, she let you put her coat on over her onesie, and that grin only widened when you pulled out her red Flash sneakers that had little wings attached to them.

“Gotta complete the look, right?” You explained as you tucked her feet into them. With her shoes and coat on, her flash stuffed toy in hand, and your backpack slung across your back, you picked her up and carried her out of the apartment.

“…above all, I need you to listen to the adults, okay?” You spoke  from where you were kneeling in front of her. “No touching things that aren’t yours or we might not be invited back.”

Y/D/N nodded at you in all seriousness, and despite the seriousness of the conversation, it was hard to keep a strait face while she was dressed so adorably. Looking up at the building, you silently wondered how your team mates would react once they found out that you, a single woman not in a relationship, had a daughter. Your life outside the team was private, you had never really talked about it because, well, single mothers didn’t usually have a good reputation. That was going to change today and you only hoped that your friends would take kindly to Y/D/N.

Taking your daughter’s tiny hand in yours, you walked towards the entrance, wondering what you were going to say when the team set their eyes on the little girl next to you dressed as the flash. When people saw her, their hearts melted she was that adorable, but would the team be mad at you because you had never told them about her? You were about to find out.

Entering the building, Y/D/N started skipping along side you, kicking her light up flash sneakers. The lights flickered off the walls of the lab and as you neared the cortex, you heard a heated conversation between Cisco and Caitlin regarding the design of Barry’s suit and the sensors within it.

“I’m telling you, it will look ridiculously cool and help with Barry’s aerodynamics.” Cisco’s voice rang out.

“That’s absurd, Cisco, his suit needs to be affective, not aesthetically pleasing.” Caitlin argued back as you and your daughter emerged from the hall. Caitlin and Cisco were standing head to head, both with sour faces.

“Aesthetics is part of the package,” Cisco insisted. Caitlin snorted and shook her head, then she caught sight of you. You waved at her as her eyes went wide and next to you, your daughter tugged on your coat.

“Mama, who are they?” She whispered, hiding behind you but poking her hooded head out from behind your legs.

“These are my friends,” You explained, lifting your eyes from your daughter to your friends. “This is Cisco and Caitlin.”

“Oh my God that’s a tiny child,” Cisco eked out with strained tone. “Why do you have a tiny child, Y/N?”

Caitlin gave Cisco a look before stepping forwards and bending down.

“Hi, my name is Caitlin. What’s your name?” Caitlin asked. Your daughter edged a little further out from behind you and kept her eyes on the floor.

“I’m Y/D/N,” She said shyly, still hugging your leg. You cleared your throat.

“Y/D/N’s daycare is closed today,” You explained, looking down at your daughter.

“I’m still trying to process the fact that you have a kid,” Cisco said, his voice high. As you were snorting, your daughter let out a dramatic gasp and darted forwards.

“Y/D/N!” You exclaimed as she moved her feet across the cortex to body slam the glass screen that covered Barry’s suit when he wasn’t using it. She pressed her face against the glass, her body practically vibrating.

“Mommy, mommy! Look, it’s the Flash!” She gasped, only briefly glancing back at you for a moment before gluing her eyes back on Barry’s suit.

“That’s not the Flash, baby,” You spoke up, hurrying forwards. “That’s just his suit, you know, like how you have your suit?”

“OMG, she’s exactly like a mini Y/N.” Cisco whispered from behind you. You shot a dirty look over your shoulder at Cisco taking a dig at your mostly hidden love for Barry. Well, a lot of people knew you loved Barry, but you know, Barry wasn’t exactly the most observant of people when it came to the romantic feelings of others. Besides, you had your daughter to look after, your feelings for Barry would always come second to her. In addition, how could you ever compete with Barry’s first love, Iris? While Y/D/N continued to fawn and preen over Barry’s suit, you took a step back and rubbed your forehead.

“You look exhausted,” Caitlin commented, walking over to where you stood. You looked at her and shook your head.

“I’m a single mother of a child that seems to have an unlimited amount of energy through the day.” You told her. “Half the time I am watching I spend chasing after her and the other half I spend searching for her. She doesn’t give me a break.”

“You could always put a tracking device on her,” Cisco chipped in as he walked over with his hands stuffed in his pockets. Your head was snapping to his faster than a mother hearing her child talk back.

“You want me to put a tracking device on my daughter!?” You hissed under your breath. Cisco held up his hands.

“I’m just saying,” He said in his defense. “You’d always know where she is.”

Sighing out in frustration, you ran hand over your head and looked back at your daughter fawning over the various Flash paraphernalia scattered around the cortex. She was having the time of her life.

“I don’t want to become a helicopter mom,” You sighed softly. Caitlin cocked her head to the side and gave you a shrug.

“You are a mom, I think you are entitled of being a helicopter mom at this age. Toddlers get themselves into the strangest of situations.” Caitlin told you before you both looked to where your daughter had been standing. She was gone.

“Snicker doodles,” You cursed, your head swiveling around in search of your daughter. “This happens every time!” Trying not to panic, you began searching for your child with Caitlin and Cisco’s help.

“I think that tracking device would be helpful right about now…” Cisco spoke as you poked your head into the nearest bathroom. She wasn’t there.

“Not the time, Cisco!” You uttered out, feeling like a bobble head with how much your head was snapping around trying to find your naughty daughter. “Y/D/N!”

“I’m sure she couldn’t have gone far,” Caitlin spoke up, going to the cortex desk and pulling up the security cameras. Just as you looked at the possible hallways Y/D/N could have wandered down… you heard a squeal of laughter coming from the labs. The three of you hurried in the direction of the labs. You hurried to the labs and upon emerging into the spacious room, you stopped short.

HR had your daughter perched on his hip while he stood in front of a white board, and your daughter was currently drawing all over the board with what you only hoped, was a dry erase marker.

“Oh thank God,” You sighed out, putting your hands on your knees and breathing out a breath in relief. You literally felt like you had lost a few years off your life, loosing Y/D/N is the labs. “Y/D/N!”

At your sharp call, Y/D/N’s head snapped around and HR looked your way.

“This little precious Flash wandered in here!” HR happily explained as you marched up to him with a frown on your lips.

“Y/D/N Y/L/N,” You started. “What did I tell you about wandering off!?”

Her lip wobbled as her face fell, she knew she shouldn’t have run off on you. You let out a sigh at her face.

“You make me worry so much when you do that. If you want to go somewhere, you need to tell me first, okay?” You said as you walked up to HR and made sure you had eye contact with your daughter.

“Sorry,” Y/D/N whispered out, slumping against HR’s shoulder. She knew she had done something wrong, and that was all you needed out of her, to recognize that what she had done was wrong. So softening your face, you let your eyes lift to HR.

“I see you made a friend?” That had her perking up and a smile starting to grow on her face. Her little face beamed up at HR and she started kicking her feet in happiness.

“HR! HR!” She chanted, her little fist gripping his shirt. HR beamed back at her and tickled her side, making more squeals of laughter erupt from her lips.

“Mystery case of where Y/D/N went is solved, I’m gonna go work on that tracking device.” Cisco said, placing a hand on your shoulder as he passed you. You didn’t have the constitution at this point to tell him otherwise.

“HR, do you mind watching Y/D/N for a little while? I need to get some work done.” You softly asked while Y/D/N went back to dragging the hopefully dry erase marker, across the white board. This time HR was beaming at you and gave you a thumbs up.

“Me and the little one can spend hours drawing!” HR said excitedly, true excitement glowing within his blue eyes. You felt better about leaving her in his hands, after all you knew that Y/D/N already seemed to adore HR and he her.

“I owe you one,” You told him before back away and leaving the two to play with the whiteboard.

The day had gone wickedly fast, much to your surprise. HR had kept Y/D/N so entertained you were sure that the two were best friends by the end of your work day. Between drawing on the whiteboard, HR reading one of his novels to her, and the finger painting session, you were convinced HR was a God at babysitting. That or he had a natural disposition with children. Either way, the pair adored each other and you dreaded the moment you had to separate them.

Work ended for you and you were shifting into team flash mode. Barry had arrived for patrol for the night and had yet to cross paths with HR and your daughter, so that conversation hadn’t happened yet. The night kept everyone busy and at some point, Y/D/N had passed out while being carried around by HR, and he hadn’t bothered to put her down. So drool was slowly collecting on his shoulder. HR hardly seemed to care, or notice that he was still carrying her around. Looks like you found yourself a potential babysitter.

You got into helping Barry navigate the streets of Central City as Cisco monitored the police channels. There wasn’t much going on tonight, mostly just a few burgleries, one fire, and a cat stuck in a tree that had already scratched three firemen trying to get it down. Barry had manged it, but he had earned himself a nice set of scratches on his cheek. It was a good thing he healed fast or his coworkers would have questions in the morning.

You were clicking through a few feeds of security camera’s when Barry blew in, done with patrolling for the night. You looked up at his cheek as he pulled down his cowl and frowned.

“That cat did a doozy on you, Barry,” You spoke. Barry let out a snort at your words and walked over to where you sat at the cortex’s curve desk.

“First time I’ve dealt with resistance during a rescue.” Barry spoke, his fingers brushing over the healing scratches. “How’s your night been? Cisco said you had to work here today?”

And there is it… how exactly did you go about talking about this? How did you tell Barry that you had been hiding your daughter away from the team since the moment you found out you were pregnant? As it turned out, you didn’t have to say anything. 

HR came walking into the cortex, your daughter still drooling away fast asleep on his shoulder, while twirling one of his drumsticks in his free hand. Barry spared him a glance and then did a double take, his brows pinching together as his mind worked over the fact that HR was carrying a child.

“B.A.!” HR exclaimed. “You’re back! How was your night?”

HR happily walked over, oblivious to Barry’s gawking, as he was his usual cheerful self. You watched as Barry’s eyes ran over your daughters form, dressed in her flash onesie, which was now dirty. It didn’t take a genius to figure out who she belonged to… she was after all, a spitting image of you. HR stuffed his drumstick in his back pocket and began patting Y/D/N’s back as he hummed and went to talk to Cisco.

Your eyes dropped to your lap as Barry turned back around to face you.

“Y/N?” Barry asked, his voice still soft. You pursed your lips and hesitantly raised your eyes to meet his in trepidation. “I— I didn’t realize you had a daughter…”

You cleared your throat, feeling your cheeks warm in shame.

“Yes, well, I’m not exactly proud to be a single mother.” You murmured softly. “Her daycare is closed today and I needed help watching her… she’s a handful since she never stops running around until she’s passed out from exhaustion.”

Barry’s face softened and he let out a breath through his nose.

“Nonstop the whole day? Sounds like she’s got a serious case of the zoomies.” He chuckled. You joined in and rubbed your tired eyes.

“Yes, well, she also idolizes the Flash. I think she’s trying to get as fast as him.” You reply, glancing at your daughter passed out on HR’s shoulder. “She’s obsessed with that onesie.”

“She’s cute,” Barry commented before studying you closer. “You know, Y/N, we wouldn’t have judged you for being a single mother.”

“I know, it’s my pride,” You admitted. “As a single mother I think I’m trying to prove that I am capable of providing for her the way she needs.”

“You don’t need to do that alone,” Barry told you, giving you one of his heart stopping smiles. “We’re here for you, just like you’ve always been here for us. Next time you need help just call me.”

“Barry, I can’t ask that of you. Not when you are dealing with your own issues and Iris…” You told him. Barry shook his head at you.

“Iris and I broke up a while ago, we just don’t seem to work.” He explained, rolling his head to the side. “We— it’s probably not ever going to work, I thought I loved her for so many years. I’ve been ignorant to those around me.”

You shrugged at him.

“You were in love, Barry.” He scratched the back of his head.

“Was I?” Barry asked, his eyes momentarily distant. “Look, Y/N, I know if this sounds weird, but do you want to go out some time? I feel like I’ve never really known you and I want to know you better.”

You stared at Barry, your cheeks warming. Barry must have seen something on your face because he was turning a shade of pink and scrambling for words.

“I know you’re busy with Y/D/N and all, but I also want to get to know her too, she’s important in your life. Probably the most important thing actually, I mean, she already likes the Flash? You think I have a chance at getting her to like me?” You started laughing at Barry’s word scramble.

“Barry, I’m pretty sure she’ll like you the way you are, no Flash needed to convince her.” You told him. Barry’s face turned bright once more.

“Great! Because there is this Flash day event involving kids, there’s support to be a bunch of little kid activities she might like and since she already likes the Flash…”

“She’ll love that.” You spoke, cocking your head at your sleeping daughter. “She eats, sleeps, and breathes, all things Flash.”

“Great! I’ll text you the details when I get home,” Barry said with a glowing smile before the two of you looked back over to HR who was still patting Y/D/N on the back. He really didn’t seem to even know he was doing it. “He’s a natural with kids, isn’t he.”

“Surprising, isn’t it.” You said with a tired sigh. “But those two sure seem to adore each other.”

Date Published: 6/30/22

Last Edit: 5/1/23

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in love & in war: the one where he meets you

Description: Join Ciel, the Earl of Phantomhive, as he embarks on one of the most difficult challenges of his professional life: getting you to fall in love with him in order to become the next chairman of TransAtlantica— your father’s vast shipping empire.

Warnings: The reader’s opinions are a bit old-fashioned, and they don’t reflect my own! Besides that, I’m sure there will be some explicit content down the line, but honestly, this story is much more romcom than our usually scheduled programming. It’s just a silly palette cleanser in season for Valentine’s Day.

Author’s Note: Hi! You guys expressed that you guys like more frequent posts, and I’ve reached a bit of a roadblock on my main Ciel fic right now. I thought I would write up a quick beginning to a potential drabble series! If you guys are interested in this premise, let me know! It’s fun to write such chill stakes content for once lol. Also, this isn’t based off a particular request! I’m still playing with my ideas from those, and at this point, I can confidently say you guys are getting either a one shot or a 1-3 part series based on one. Thank you all for submitting, and feel free to keep them coming.

Happy Reading!

- Dan

MASTERLIST

In Conference

April, 1895

Your life was nowhere near as easy as it seemed.

Perhaps, the average onlooker might see you and presume that the expensive jewels wrapped around your neck and your fingers were the most burdensome aspect of your privileged life. Or perhaps they might have thought it would be the pinch from your stately heels or the strain from a brilliant, yet strategic, permanent smile.

Your business smile. Your future-Countess-of-Richmond smile.

But they couldn’t have been more wrong.

This very moment was exact proof of that— you were in the midst of your world collapsing. The abject shock rattling through your mind was akin to a nightmare. Your eyebrows pulled together in a contentious pout, the horrified look you used to get away with your most childish crimes from your parents.

“Marriage? Simply not.” You begged, alreadying feeling your will to fight waver under your father’s tired stare, your mother’s pained grin. “I’m only—”

“Of perfect age to begin looking for a potential partner. 22 is well past ready, I would say,” your mother answered for you.

“I would be— but—” you sputtered like a fish out of water only to inhale deeply through your nose. You needed to collect yourself. Negotiate thoughtfully and logically. That was the only way to get yourself out of this.

“Speak with intent, Y/n,” your father interjected boredly, retraining his attention on the business reports he was reading. He fixed his glasses, pushing them further up the bridge of his nose.

Speak with intent. You knew those words well. They were your solace, the lighthouse in the storm that came with childhood temperament. Your father, no matter the cause of your distress, would answer: Speak with intent.

“Right,” you cleared your throat apologetically, glancing down at your hands as they sat clasped in your lap. “Sincerest apologies, sir.”

Your father hummed, eyebrows jumping a fraction of a centimeter. He picked up his pen and scribbled his signature at the bottom of the report. Your mother’s hand fell on the nape of his neck to make him turn his gaze back up at you. He hesitated before doing so, waiting to click a stamp onto the signed report.

“I do not wish to marry,” you enunciated your words carefully, confidently. “At least, not yet,” you added, now catching your father’s attention for the blunder. “I’ve yet to meet someone I love,” you felt your face redden, a desire to run back to your room threatening to overtake your fortitude. You were only so strong under your father, the Earl of Richmond’s deliberation stare. It struck fear into the other side of conference tables, lecture halls, and courtrooms. And now, across his desk at his only daughter.

Before your father could remind you that love wasn’t the most important aspect of a successful marriage, your mother interjected gently.

“What about the Duke of Clarence’s son, Antonio? He seemed to like you,” she prompted. Wrongly. You’d danced with Antonio at the Summer Solstice gala that the Pembroke family threw annually. The man opted to use the waltz’s entirety to brag about his family’s Italian vineyards and his love for agriculture. And, of course, his admiration for your father’s entrepreneurial genius. His shipping empire, TransAtlantica, had just successfully fortified shipping systems in all of the states; a step forward from simply cycling through all major ports along the east coast.

“He doesn’t love me,” you complained, “he loves TransAtlantica. He’d much prefer to marry our family corporation!” Antonio was suitable. He was decent, but that’s all he truly was to you. It’s all he ever could be.

You met your mother’s eyes pleadingly, and she pursed her lips, fully knowing the next words out of your mouth. You had a deal. From a young age, you knew the Richmond family, the Y/l/n line, respected contracts more than all else. Since you turned 17, you had one signed by all three parties and dated.

Your mother sucked in a breath through her teeth. “I remember the deal,” she said, taking a moment to consider her own words. The corners of her lips twitched as if she was attempting to hide her amusement with you. She understood— her own father, your grandfather, was just as militant, stiff with professionalism. Promises were negotiations with terms, signatures, and stamps. There were no arguments this way. “Dearest,” she addressed your father, the hand that was on the back jumping to his shoulder, “you do as well.”

“Do you?” You challenged, indignantly crossing your arms. “I request you restate the terms, mother.”

“If we are to pressure you into marriage before you feel ready, you must consent to the courting party,” your father took the liberty of answering gruffly. He squared his shoulders, regarding you purposefully— equal parts exhaustion and respect for your endurance. He cultivated it, after all. It was a fire that burned in your family for generations, as sacred as a temple flame.

“Yes,” you affirmed, “and so, I must choose the man I wish to be with.”

“With respect to your titles— no one below your station. And he must be chosen by the end of this courtship season,” your father added, negotiating. He tilted his head, analyzing your next move.

You knew of the first term since you were a child. You even remembered the exact day you learned them. You were a young girl, a little younger than seven. A young commoner boy had attempted to hand you a rose. Your maid at the time had scolded him for standing in the way of a noble family, since he had stepped out in front of you. It was a discernible moment, truly.

As for your father’s second term… you were unconvinced such a thing could be done.

“The end of the courtship season is in four months,” you replied, frowning. You were sure you met most eligible men in your social class. How were you to form a genuine connection in such little time? Even if you couldn’t find love per se, you still wanted to find someone you were compatible with.

“If we reach that deadline and you find no one, we can talk about it,” your mother answered. “And, you must allow me and your aunt to fix you on outings with suitors we like.

“Fine. Only if Daphne joins me,” you replied, knowing fully well that you weren’t allowed anywhere without your handmaiden present.

. . .

Next week

Your mother was sure not to waste any time in beginning to schedule supervised outings with a different well-educated and ennobled man that was within the appropriate age constraints. You’ve never had such a boring week, brutally torn away from the studies you adored so much.

“—And we’ve got another vacation home down in Tuscany, I think,” the Viscount Lineford’s son concluded, taking a peremptory drink out of his tea. He was dressed crisply in beige trousers that rolled up past his ankle and low leather shoes. His sterling watch sparkled in the spring sun.

You fought a building yawn that tempted the back of your throat, determined to hide your exhaustion with the man. It was a good effort, but you certainly weren’t impressed.

“That must be incredible,” you answered absently. “It must be such a lovely foreign getaway for the Lineford family,” you grinned diplomatically, blind to the horror that twisted his — you didn’t care to remember his name, unfortunately — face.

“Foreign? Excuse me Lady Y/n, but my family traces far back into Italian culture that we are practically Roman…” he started, only for you to interject.

“Will you just excuse me, please?” You struggled to keep the desperation out of your face, calmly searching for your supervisor. She was meant to be sitting at a table nearby, merely ensuring that your outing remained within polite societal constraints. More importantly, Daphne served as your escape when your potential suitors proved most unbearable. All you needed to do was subtly tilt your fan to your left ear and the woman would always scramble over to you with an excuse to steer you out of any scenario you found distasteful.

Such as this one.

Daphne never normally left your side, a realization that allowed worry to creep into your tone. “I’m unsure where my maid went, and I would like to fetch her,” you replied, standing and shouldering your small day bag over your shoulder.

“I’m sorry?” He asked, chuckling with bitter disbelief at your rudeness. Ladies were supposed to be demure and polite. You were impatient and honest, a product of an Earl knowing that his daughter was the object of his legacy. Your father trained you as he would a son, and your tutors followed in suit. “Surely you’re joking; this is the middle of our tea.”

Her pocketbook and her sweater weren’t even sitting on the chair she had been occupying, causing you to blink at the empty table in disbelief.

“No, I’m not. I think something might be wrong,” you shouldered past the man, stepping between other individuals sitting at the common tables in the park.

“Fine, you aren’t worth it anyway!” He called at your back, but the words hardly registered with you.

The area was rather common for courting pairs to visit in the early spring. However, it could also be populated with…criminals. “Excuse me,” you mumbled, quickly walking down the paved pathway through the greenery to the main sidewalk, the London pavement heavy with pedestrians. The streets were perhaps more crowded with carriages and sweating horses.

You couldn’t be alone in the city! As a woman of your stature, it simply wasn’t done. Never. Ever. It was an affront to your teachings, and it was unsafe. You needed your friend, not some stranger.

“Where is she?” You mumbled, rapidly attempting to discern every face that passed you. Surely it wouldn’t be long until someone recognized you— you were one of the most photographed families in the country. In fact, you were fortunate no one had offered your location to the press while you were on this outing. You never would have heard the last of it.

Some took hold of your handbag and darted off, using your distractedness to his advantage. He ran to the end of the block and crossed the street, weaving through pedestrians once the crossing guard allowed your side to walk over. If your hand hadn’t been tightly clutching the strap as you walked, you never would have noticed.

You did your best to pick up your speed and chase him, yelling out.

You cried out, glancing down at your long springtime dress. Your short heels were nowhere near efficient enough for you to make a chase out of the robbery, nor should have needed to! Even still, you lunged into the street — without looking.

In fact, if you had committed to your step, you would’ve been flattened by an oncoming carriage, given that the crossing guard had ordered pedestrians to stop passing moments prior. The only reason why you didn’t make the life-ruining step seemed to be… a tall young man with a serious face and staggering presence. He only had one exposed blue eye, the other was concealed by a black eyepatch. His grip tightened around your arm, pulling you intimately into his chest.

You breathed heavily, tearing yourself out of his arms. A flair of irritation caused you to glare at him as you righted your stance and smooth your dress. However, he did save you from a potentially life ending situation. His immediate insurance of your safety was more meaningful than a misaligned gown that you fixed in seconds.

In fact, the moment truly was a bit theatrical. The man was handsome enough to make you smile with uncertainty, your irritation melting. “Thank you for that,” you said, relieved that the sidewalk seemed to clear, the crowd dispersing from the main street. “I could have been killed.”

“That would have been quite a shame,” he replied, locking eyes with you. The man made a thin attempt at returning your smile. He was enchanting, regal… your heart skipped a beat, considerably flustered.

…Until he spoke again, completely distorting the immediate magnetic lure you felt from his sharp features: “Rather careless of you, my Lady. You ought to be smarter than that.”

You frowned. “In case you failed to notice, that man stole my handbag and essentially disappeared,” you snapped impatiently. It had your identification, emergency notes in case you needed to purchase something, the current novel you were fixated on…how were you meant to return to the estate now?

“You weren’t catching him, I don’t think,” he noted astutely, watching you as you stepped past him to go in the direction you came from. Perhaps Daphne circled back to the park in search of you. You absolutely needed to find her.

“Thank you for your help. Good day,” you answered brusquely, continuing to walk. However, he remained in stride with you, still unabashedly smug. It quickly absolved you of any former gratefulness you had toward the man for pulling you away from oncoming traffic. Perhaps it might have hurt less to have collided with a horse and a carriage over the velocity and mass of this random man’s ego.

“What, don’t tell me you going to go chase him,” He said patronizingly, a sardonic pull infecting what you thought was initially a careful smile. No, the man was just another arrogant bastard, it seemed. “In those shoes, especially,” He perused, causing you to stop once more and regard him.

“I am a noble woman, you will not speak to me in such a manner no matter what line of—“ you caught the sapphire family and silver crest rings around two of his fingers — “mediocre destitution you come from!” You jabbed purposefully, undeserving of his rudeness and his condescension, no matter what title he occupied in your class. You were the partial inheritor of TransAtlantia; you trained to run the company to some degree since you could speak. Few could step to you.

“I believe I said good day, kind sir,” you added poisonously, daring him to continue to test you before speeding back towards the park. You needed Daphne, you needed an officer…anyone besides this pompous— you ended the thought before you could further infect yourself with such unladylike curses.

It really wasn’t so easy being the daughter of an Earl.

CIEL PHANTOMHIVE

“I’ve planned things so Lady Y/n’s maid is off helping a little girl find her mother; I separated the two by distracting the girl with a kitten. Y/n will panic without her maid being within her immediate reach, drawing her out to the street. I will cause her to put herself in harm’s way by distracting her at the corner of 89th Street and Arthur. Be ready by the street post. I’ve made the new paralegal late to his case, he will have instructed his butler to drive quick. You will need to pull her away from the street. If you miss, things may end rather…unfortunately for the young woman,” Ciel Phantomhive’s butler, Sebastian Michealis, outlined.

Sebastian was Ciel’s head butler, his head chef, head landscaper, tailor, tutor… but most importantly, the Earl of Phantomhive’s contracted demon. The supernatural being was at his disposal and his bidding; his new role being the most interesting one of all: matchmaker. He fabricated a scene for Ciel to meet Y/n Y/l/n, and ideally, make her love him.

It was simple, really. Ciel needed a wife; Y/n’s family needed a competent businessman to run that prosperous giant of a shipping enterprise; and most importantly, the woman seemed to be rather competent. The only danger to his strategy was, of course, Y/n’s foul storybook idealism, apparently. Ciel knew Y/n was highly educated and well graced in ettiquiete, but she seemed intent on finding some happily ever after of sorts.

She wanted a husband— a bloody love match. No— she needed an actor to convince her that she was worth marrying beyond the incredible status she represented. There was no asset greater than a title and an economic monarchy to inherit, and securing such a prize meant that Ciel needed to woo her.

“My Lord, you must be considerate, but not too kind. Though you should also refrain from acting too smugly or the lady may take offense,” his butler had offered some horrifically embarrassing — and incredibly unhelpful — acting lessons for him to express the particular warmth Lady Y/n seemed to be looking for.

Love. A feeling Ciel hadn’t known in around nine years. Arguably, it could’ve been more. And yet, in order to stop being solicited by desperate mothers and unlikely candidates, he was securing his bride.

According to Ciel’s butler, that meant he needed to create a memorable foundation in the woman’s mind, an introduction that would leave her curious, impassioned. Wanting more. Something to make him stand out amongst the other faceless, classless mouth breathers who would be vying for TransAtlantica, now that word of her search for a suitor was widespread.

The company and Y/n’s hand were all one in the same courtship, and Ciel was sure the was going to win both.

The Earl of Phantomhive was never one to lose. He’d be remiss to start now.

#anime fanfiction #black butler fanfic #historical fiction #ciel phantomhive x reader #ciel x reader #sebastian michaelis #black butler

[denaliwrites]

It's How I'm Made

Tenth Doctor x Genderfluid!Reader

Summary: The Doctor has been especially protective of you since your coming out, even willing to go to bat for you in the face of aliens that look like they could probably snap him in half. Can be read as a sequel to On the Brave Shit.

Soundtrack: YES MOM by Tessa Violet

Requests: Open!

Warnings: Enbyphobia. Misgendering. Anxiety.

"Do you really think you can stop me, little girl?" the alien in front of you taunted, and you hated that it worked, that you wavered, that you almost lost your grip on the pipe you were using as a makeshift weapon.

The alien laughed, rubbing salt on the wound.

"Oh, come on now," you heard the Doctor say from behind you. "You can't be that dull. I mean," he paused for effect, scratching the back of his head as he awkwardly shuffled closer, "that's obviously an adult human. And, also, he's clearly a man. I mean, look at him!" The Doctor motioned vaguely at all of you, with a knowing look shot to you before shifting back into a passive expression.

Your heart swelled, though, and with a new surge of confidence your grip tightened and you stood firmer, facing off the alien with a glare.

"Don't be ridiculous, this is obviously--"

"An adult human male, yes," the Doctor cut in, followed up with a dramatically exasperated sigh. "Really, you'd think an alien from a planet with sixty-seven genders would get it, wouldn't you?" he asked, turning to you.

You blinked. "Sixty-seven?"

"Oh, yes," the Doctor said cheerfully. "And, remarkably, none of them are 'male' or 'female.' I mean, they have a few that are close enough, at least in terms of what a human can wrap their head around."

"Oh." That explained why the alien in front of you seemed... like a guy? You thought, anyway.

"Could also be the perception filter," the Doctor commented absentmindedly. "Anyway. Apologize to my friend, please." You knew the Doctor well enough to tell when he was no longer making polite requests. When he was angry.

And by God, he was pissed.

The alien, luckily, seemed to catch onto that. It turned to you, bowing deeply. "My sincerest apologies."

"Oh. Er... accepted?" You weren't... really sure what to make of this whole situation. It wasn't every day you got misgendered by an alien from a species with sixty-seven genders yet couldn't seem to grasp the idea of gender presentation.

As if no transgression had passed, the Doctor effortlessly moved on with a grin. "Now, how about we get you home?"

After you and the Doctor had dropped the alien off on its home planet and you had met, by your estimate, sixteen and a half of those aforementioned sixty-seven genders, you leaned against the TARDIS doors while the Doctor flipped random switches on the console -- you swore it was different every time.

"Are you all right?" the Doctor asked suddenly, and it was only then that you realized there were tears rolling down your cheeks.

"Erm, y-yeah, I'm... fine."

He did not look convinced -- understandably.

"Listen, what that alien said --"

"Is that all people see when they look at me? A little girl playing dress up?" you asked suddenly, stopping the Doctor in his tracks. "Is that all I'll ever be?"

The Doctor looked so devastated for a moment before he cleaned up his expression and replaced it with his carefully curated neutral default.

"I thought--" You were cut off by a sob that you did your best to choke back. "I thought I looked so great today."

"Hey, now," the Doctor said, joining you at the door in a few long bounds. You stared up at him hopelessly. "You do look great," he assured you as he leaned against the door with you. "You look how you want to look, and that's what matters. Right?"

"Not if people don't see me as what I'm trying to be."

"Oh, there's no trying," the Doctor said. "You are what you are. Other people don't matter. Even I don't matter. The only person, or alien, or whatever, who matters is you."

The way he looked at you made your heart swell, but you still weren't entirely convinced.

"Do you feel masculine right now?" he asked.

"Not really," you answered honestly.

"... Right. Well. I should've expected that. Okay. Did you feel masculine before that alien said anything?"

"... Yeah," you answered, still honest.

"Then you're masculine. Don't let anyone take that away from you. Especially an alien from a species with sixty-seven genders and yet no concept of being a different gender than the one you were born as."

"Do they have trans aliens in that species?"

"Yes! That's why it's so baffling!" the Doctor sighed exasperatedly.

"Oh, so they're just.... like, a mega bigot," you observed with a laugh. The Doctor returned the sound, and the two of you dissolved into a fit of giggles that lasted way too long, yet not long enough.

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[juneknight]

Imagine a housewife kink with any of the boys. Just them coming home to reader making dinner for them asking “how’s my pretty wife been?” And then bending reader right over the kitchen island and absolutely destroying reader.

wholesome domestic relationship 🤝disrespectful sex

“Smells good.”

You jump, wooden spoon nearly flying out of your hands. You turn and lightly smack it with him, leaving a little crescent moon of sauce on his dress shirt. God, he looks better than the dinner in his work clothes, tie loosened, jacket off. His lips quirk—he knows what he does to you.

“You scared me!”

“Sincerest apologies.” He leans in to brush the tip of his nose across yours. “How is my little wife? How was her day?”

You begin to tell him, but the words trail off when he reaches past you and turns the burner off, the sound of simmering liquids coming to an end. Your mouth goes dry when you feel his hands brushing the bow of your apron.

“Look so goddamn cute in this apron,” he says, lips finding your neck. “I want to tie your hands up with it. Lay you over the kitchen island. Eat my dessert first. What do you say? Yes?”

Breathless, you give an eager: “Yes!”

#marc spector x reader

[whenlostinthedarkness]

Afterglow: Chapter 5 - No Idea

Lead Singer!Reader x Lead Guitarist!Ellie Williams

Summary: Your band journeys to California for a performance where you and Ellie just may have taken things too far.

Warnings: Angst, Infidelity, and a small bit of sexual content (thigh riding)

WC: 5.2k

A/N: You know the drill! Listen to the song No Idea by MUNA and watch the performance while you're at it too - here . Enjoy!

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“You’re an idiot, you know that!” Your elbow dug into the side of Ellie’s ribs, causing her to mouth a yelping sound along with a mischievous grin.

“I didn’t do shit! You’re the one who liked it.”

You didn’t say anything to her teasing, instead, you opted for a smile that said every word.

Eventually, Ellie’s attention was caught on the screen of her phone, leaving you to look around the first class section of the plane. Per usual, you felt a shaking in your limbs as you watched other passengers find their seats or stick their luggage in an overhead compartment. Everyone seemed so excited to be lifted into the air inside an enclosed capsule, flown across thousands of miles of land and sea, and dropped off at their desired destination just like that. Is that not crazy to anyone else?

As if she already knew, Ellie’s hand slid to fit in between your fingers, making you jolt slightly.

“You okay?” She spoke softly into your ear as her hand gave yours a slight squeeze before settling to hold your palm with hers. 

You hesitantly nodded, because sure, you weren’t hyperventilating on the floor (yet), but you also weren’t sunshine and rainbows either. “You know how I am with these damn things.”

Ellie nodded in understanding as she took both of your interlocked hands and brought them down to rest on the top of her thigh that was crossed widely over her leg. If you had asked yourself days ago if you’d ever be in a situation like this with Ellie again, you would’ve said not a million years.

 Look at you now.

“You never liked things that you couldn’t control.”

This made you winch a bit, even though Ellie had no intention of bringing up some of the very words that were spoken minutes before she stormed out of your shared apartment those years ago. It stung and Ellie could see that all over your face.

“I-i mean like you know, roller coasters and shit. You never liked things that you couldn’t know the outcome of..”

There Ellie was, digging herself into an even deeper hole. Thankfully, you found that humor outweighed the remembered pain, at least for now.

“You’re fine Ellie.”

Her dough eyes looked up at your warm, grinning face with the sincerest of apologies, you couldn’t help but bring your other hand to pinch at the skin on the tip of her chin. “You’re cute when you’re nervous.”

“Don’t say that,” Ellie shook her head with playfulness to her pupils, “I'll have to be way more nervous from now on if you’re going to grab my chin like that.”

Her suggestive eyes made your mouth lower as your mind thought of playfully smacking Ellie on the side of her cheek, but opted that she may enjoy that part a little too much as well.

“You can’t say shit like that out loud!” you whispered through gritted teeth as your eyes scanned your surface area to make sure no one had laid their attention on the both of you.

Ellie grinned cheekily, knowing that her flirtations would get a rise of a reaction from you, and damn was she right.

It was scary how much comfort she was finding in using the old tricks she had sitting in a metaphorical box. Now, it was like the box had never been super glued shut, tossed in a corner, and cursed from ever being ripped open again. Instead, Ellie found the box cutter and took that bait the second she was able to. Not that you weren’t a willing participant either.

Just then, a voice came over the intercom as it warned that lift-off would be happening shortly and seatbelts were mandatory - something you’d buckled yourself into the second your ass sat in your seat thirty minutes ago.

Ellie pulled the strap of the seatbelt across the entire length of her mid-half, snapping the buckle shut before her eyes went directly back to you.

Your hands were tense as they pinched the top fabric on the leg of your sweatpants. Your knees bounced at an alarming rate, one that made Ellie’s seat vibrate and alert her to just how well, or not well, you were holding up.

“Hey,” Ellie nearly whispered as she tucked away the hair blocking your side profile from her view. Your eyes glanced over towards her just as you were letting out a breath through your nose.

“C’mere.”

Without much thought, Ellie wrapped her arm around your shoulders, pulling you as close to her as possible. The only time she released her comfort was when the plane made a graceful landing in its designated location. 

—-

It was much warmer in California.

Your skin was sticky as you peeled the hoodie off of your arms-in desperate need of some free flowing air to cool down your rapidly growing body temperature.

“Damn”, Ellie said as her hand shielded her eyes from the bright sun. “This is a fucking contrast.”

Jesse laughed, “Yeah seriously.”

The entire band stood in a circle formation just outside the back entrance of the music venue. It was a type of space that you always appreciated. The ethereal architecture, vintage warm wallpaper, and high ceilings almost made you feel as if you were in a church, except this building held far less trauma.

Ellie flicked her finger along her lighter as a loose cigarette emerged from behind her ear. Even though you tried your hardest to ignore her plump lips as they wrapped around the thin white cylinder, your eyes betrayed you.

As Ellie exhaled her first intake, her eyes moved upwards and instantly met with yours. You quickly moved your eyes, but knew that you were caught. Except this time it didn’t feel as though you were caught doing something you weren’t allowed to do. This time felt more like that embarrassment you feel after getting caught doodling someone’s name over and over in a notebook. 

Ellie felt flattered and cocky all in one knowing that you were watching her with that look that she knew had you creating scenarios she would hopefully get to act out on you later. She couldn’t help but smirk as she silently teased and taunted you in the friendliest way possible.

Sadly, the quiet flirting came to a halt as Ellie’s hands began digging in each of her Jean pockets as she searched for her vibrating phone. 

Immediately, a new pinch of guilt and fear hit Ellie like a ton of bricks as her eyes nervously looked back at yours. 

“I uh-gotta take this.”, Ellie addressed the group while holding up her phone just before she slid her thumb along the screen. Her voice was low as she walked away from the group, but you were still able to make out the gut wrenching  “hey babe”  she spoke to her girlfriend on the receiving end.

Dina studied you. The way your body tensed and the way your pupils grew twice their normal size. She didn’t want it to be true-god, she really didn’t, but She was growing tired of having zero answers to her inquiries so she took matters into her own hands while she had the opportunity.

“You wanna go on a walk?”, Dina said as she nodded towards you with her hands stuffed inside her front pockets.

You nodded with guilt graffitied all over your face as you mentally scorned yourself about being less obvious from here on out. Now, you just had to face your friend and ensure that everything was fine.

“What’s up with you and Ellie?”

Dina didn’t waste time beating around the bush once the both of you made your way into the venue and began walking through the large empty space. You were just happy she was bringing this up when it was just the two of you instead of in a group setting.

“What do you mean? Everything’s fine.”

Dina shook her head, humored, “It is so clear that things are different between you and Ellie..I don’t know what happened at the hotel that night, but ever since then you’ve both been acting weird around each other.”

“Weird how?”

Again, Dina shook her head, but this time, her feet came to a halt. “Don’t lie to me like that babe. I know you and Ellie better than that.”

She was right. She had known every phase of you and Ellie all the way from roommates to crushes to girlfriends to ex’s. This was going to be tough to hide from her, not to mention, it didn’t feel right keeping something like this from someone who was your best friend. But what else could you do?

“Alright-yeah… Something did happen last night.” You started as Dina braced herself for the worst while she nodded to encourage you to continue.

“It just kind of happened… I didn’t mean for it too, but… me and Ellie talked about everything. Our break up and relationship. We’d never really gotten that closure from each other after everything went down and we sort of laid it all out on the table.”

You hated lying to her-your best friend and confidant, but you couldn’t have her thinking you were a home wrecker either. Her opinion was much too valuable to you and jeopardizing that would feel like letting down your parents or guardian.

“Awe babe,” Dina relaxed honestly as she smiled and rested a reassuring hand on the top of your shoulder. “Is that why you guys have been-I don’t know, “she trailed off, then made direct eye contact, “...more friendly with one another? I almost swore you guys were flirting, but it makes sense now that you were both just more comfortable around each other.”

You knew she was buying everything you were feeding her and that’s what made the sting of it that much worse. Lying to one of your best friends never felt good, but gaslighting her into believing what she was seeing was incorrect, somehow felt that much more betraying.

“Yeah, exactly,” you nodded, “It’s like a weight has been lifted or something. We can talk to each other without this weird barrier now ya know?”

Dina smiled and nodded along as she grabbed both of your hands. “All I ever wanted for the both of you was for you to find happiness. Even if that happiness isn’t with one another in a romantic sense.”

Your front teeth jammed into your lower lip at the mention, but you kept your lips pinched together in a smile that you hoped didn’t look too much like a disguise.

“...i’m just fucking glad this is out of the way now. I’m sure it’s easier on your friendship now that everything's out in the open.”

The guilt began to weigh heavier and heavier the longer this conversation went on. You were desperately searching for a way to end it in a way that wasn’t abrupt or obvious. 

“Yeah it is for sure. It’s been nice,” you said with eyes that swiveled around the room until you laid eyes on your escape.  “Hey, I'm going to hit up the bathroom.”

With departing words, you and Dina both split off in opposite directions and Thank god, because you were in desperate need of breathing room.

As you entered the bathroom, the first thing you did was press your palms on the bathroom sink and look at yourself in the mirror. You felt uneasy staring back at the person who just lied repeatedly to their friend and bandmate. You’d never had anything happen that you didn’t feel comfortable telling Dina. It felt weird to have this type of confidential information, with no one to share it with. Well, except for-

Suddenly, the squealing of a stall door opened and out walked the very thing that had lie after lie rolling off of your tongue.

“What are you doing here?”

“So I'm not allowed to use the bathroom now?” Ellie quirked as she walked to the long double sink next to the one you still had your hands pressed against.

“I didn’t see you come in-you scared the shit out of me.”

Ellie’s damp hands reached for a nearby paper towel just before she, so slowly it almost felt like slow motion, slipped two silver rings over one finger on each hand.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t watch. Ellie would be lying if she said she didn’t do it on purpose.

“So..how are you?”

“Seriously Ellie?”, you disputed as your lower back rested along the porcelain of the white sink.

Of course, Ellie came to stand directly in front of you, but not without checking her surroundings first to make sure you were truly alone.

She had a look in her eyes that had you aching for her hands to reach out and touch you. You invited her in closer with a silent nod.

“Can I kiss you?” Ellie spoke with the softest voice you’d ever heard. Of course, you couldn’t help but nod at the green eyes that were glistening at you.

Her mouth tasted like honey and Marlboro as the dew from her chapstick spread onto your lips, making you rub them together once both of your mouths had departed the others.

“I missed this.”

You nodded in agreement, “I did too.”

“For how long?”

You looked at her puzzled, “What?”

“How long have you missed this?”

Her forehead rested against yours as she asked you the question that made you want to crawl under a rock and never, ever reveal your true answer. You stayed silent as a large gulp moved through your throat.

“What if I said that I've missed this for a really long time.”

You shook your head at her confession as if what she said wasn’t true or that you didn’t want to believe it was true. “Don’t say that.”

Ellie’s forehead creased up as she questioned, “Why?”

Because in your eyes Ellie had it all. She had a loving girlfriend that supported her entirely and to the ends of the earth. They both seemed so happy and so in love and everyone else thought the same as you, but how can two people be so in love if the other is desiring secret affection with another person, let alone a person who is their ex.

Ellie didn’t like your puzzled face or the silence. “Why is it so hard for you to believe that I missed it?”

Your eyes burned the second they locked with hers, making you pull them away quickly. “What about Kat Ellie?”

“What about her?”

You sighed loudly as your hands raised in the air briefly before smacking back down against your legs in frustration. “How can you say that you missed this when you and Kat seem so happy together.”

“We are happy together,” Ellie verified with lips that sat in an unreadable straight line and yes that were avoidant.

“Then how can you miss us kissing and..doing whatever this is and be happy with your girlfriend?”

That one had Ellie stumped. She searched every crevice, unpacked every suitcase, and unraveled every scrap piece of paper that was floating around in her brain, but she didn’t have an answer. Instead, she stood with arms crossed in front of her chest until she thought of what to say next.

“If you don’t want to do this just say so-.”

“That’s not what I said.”

“Then what are you trying to do?” Ellie questioned with a voice that begged to raise an octave, but she fought the urge. “Why can’t you just accept the fact that I like kissing you and touching you and being around you? This is exactly what we did when we were dating.”

“Because we aren’t dating Ellie! We are sleeping around behind your girlfriend's back which is the complete opposite of dating.”

A build-up that felt like fire rose in Ellie’s brain. She couldn’t tell the difference between anger and tension. “Then tell me that you want to stop! I don’t know what you want from me!.” 

“God fucking damn it Ellie!” You began pacing in a circle until your forehead gently met the white bathroom wall. With closed eyes, you rested in her words. What were you trying to do by bringing this up? Were you trying to find a reason to stop this? Why would you stop something that felt so damn good?

Ellie was hesitant, yet followed through as she slowly wrapped her arms around your center and rested her chin on your shoulder. “What are you feeling right now?”

You didn’t know or you didn’t care to know. Everything felt so damn complicated.

“I don’t know”, you simply stated before a layer of silence comfortably filled the porcelain filled room.

To both of your shock, the bathroom door flew open. Surely not with enough time for you and Ellie to part and act as if you were having a normal gathering with your bandmate.

Luckily it wasn’t anyone either of you knew. Ellie mumbled a fuck under her breath as she silently ushered you to the door as quickly as possible.

———

“How are we feeling so far California?!” You spoke into your microphone just before bringing a water bottle to your parched lips. Your question was answered by the screams of the crowd that seemed to never end as you peered over the tops of thousands of people’s heads.

“I don’t think we could hear you,” Ellie smirked as she shouted excitedly into the microphone, “How are we feeling tonight?!”

You found yourself smiling as you watched the way Ellie could command a crowd to scream louder than you thought possible. She was always so good at complimenting your stage presence and ensuring that the crowd was meeting your exact energy.

As the crowd’s yells died down, the entire venue went pitch black with only a handful of red lights pointed toward the stage lighting up the room. The voices of those who were familiar with your setlist began to rise in anticipation and excitement; you found your smiling lips grace the caged foam of the microphone as you opened your mouth and began to sing the beginning of the first verse.

One thing you knew how to do was flirt with the crowd. Your eyes scanned as you sang, making sure to stop and hold eye contact with someone in the crowd for at least a couple of seconds to really engage with them. Something that you’d never do when off stage, yet when you were up here in the lights and with your favorite people, you felt so powerful and confident. 

As you got to the chorus, your hips swayed along with the beat and the lyrics that were suggestive in a very clear way. You remembered when you sat down to write this sing after having been on a date where the girl said you, “looked so innocent and sweet”. You found yourself with your hands in between your legs that night, thinking about that very girl and how you wanted to do things that weren’t so sweet and innocent. You could say the thought of you being perceived as innocent in a sexual sense got you off.

As you got to the second verse, your eyes caught on Ellie who, unbeknownst to you, had been watching you the entire performance. Her expression was somehow challenging you, but to what? You weren’t quite sure.

You managed to pull your eyes away from hers as your legs carried you to the opposite side of the stage. The crowd’s voices began to rise as they prepared for your lazily choreographed dancing that always drew screams and camera flashes from the audience.

You continued singing as you watched Dina as if she were your prey. You drew closer and closer until your front came in contact with Dina’s back. Yours and her hips began to move back and forth in sync with one another as you sang the lyrics that expressed how there was a ring around your finger that you’d pulled from your lips. Jokingly, your hand felt up Dina’s ass, as she swatted you away with a smile that had the both of you laughing. 

Now, it was time for your bit with Ellie, except this time you felt nervous.

Night after night; concert after concert, you’d done this small dance with her in the center of the stage that had you both swaying in sync. However, that was all before this entire thing with Ellie began. Now, you were dancing with your ex-girlfriend turned secret affair to a song that spoke of how badly you wanted to fuck someone.

Having to look Ellie in the eye, sing those lyrics, and move in a sexually indicative way with her just felt scary somehow. It seemed Ellie wasn’t feeling any of those same feelings or at least she was just better at hiding them

You turned on the ball of your foot and sauntered towards a girl who still wore that overconfident smirk all while her fingers were busy strumming on the electric guitar that hung around her shoulders. Just as the beat for the chorus began, you both stood in front of the other and began swaying your hips from side to side, just as you did every performance.

The crowd’s high-pitched screams squealed through the venue as you and Ellie stood so close to one another, that your knees were bumping with every movement. Then, Ellie got on her knees.

Your legs spread even further apart to make room for her to sit right in between them as you throw your hips in a circular motion, nearly making Ellie’s face collide directly with your crotch if it weren’t for the guitar she held in her hands. 

She looked up at you as if you were her goddess. The way the light hit you, the way you looked so confident as you moved your body with your eyes half lidded-she was lusting after you in front of thousands of people and she didn’t care because you were all that she could focus on. 

Then, you bent down and rested your palms against the tops of your knees, which brought your face so close to hers. The sweet glistened over your top lip and Ellie found herself missing notes that should’ve been muscle memory by now, all because she was envisioning how your mouth, and other things, tasted right this very second. 

Your eyes locked onto Ellies as the both of your faces began to move closer and closer to one another's, something that wasn’t unusual for this performance…that is until you felt her bottom lip brush along your mouth. That definitely wasn’t a common occurrence.

You jerked back to a full standing position so fast, in the hopes that no one caught on to what sins nearly happened on center stage. Meanwhile Ellie stayed low on the ground with a smile that spoke of zero guilt. You found it amusing how little she could care or worry.

You patted her head as if she were your guard dog- Ellie replied by nuzzling her face against your thigh with the cheekiest smile on her face.

Eventually, Ellie moved back to her place on stage left; it seemed that smirk was permanently etched into her smooth lips for the entirety of the performance. Somehow you were able to recover quickly, most likely due to the pressure to perform in front of thousands of pairs of eyes, especially when you were only halfway through the setlist. 

—-

The air was chillier now that the sun had been long gone for the day. You hugged your jacket around your body as a gust of wind caused your hair to fly out in various directions.

“What are we doing tonight fellas? Bar? Club?”

You winced at the mention of the social places that were the furthest thing from what you wanted right now. “How are you not tired Jesse?”

“C’mon. It’s LA. There’s gotta be some cool elite clubs or some shit.”

You shook your head with a grin, “Can’t tonight. I already have reservations with the bed in my hotel room.”

“Ah, whatever. D you coming with me?”

Dina had her mouth open ready to answer, but a crowd of several dozen concert goer’s had taken up camp in the parking lot that was just over the fence that separated the band from the admirerers. As you, Ellie, Dina, and Jesse came into their view, the eyes and voices of those who kindly waited just to catch a glimpse and a wave from the foursome began to rise. 

You gave a wave and a kiss that spread from your lips to the tips of your fingers as you extended the gesture to the fans who awaited your departure from the venue. 

“Gimme a sec.”

The onlookers hands shook rapidly the closer you got. Phones and pens and anything else you could imagine were being extended to you and you were quick to please the crowd.

“I love you so much!! ” You answered with a genuine “i love you too” as you placed the pen back in the fans hand.

“When is your next album coming out.” You smiled as your finger hit the shutter button before you handed the phone back to it’s owner. “Soon enough I promise.”

“You and Ellie were so hot tonight.” You prayed no one could see the wince that was mixed in with your smile as the mention of a nearly fatal mistake to your reputation. “Thank you for coming tonight,” was all you could manage to say.

Your cheeks nearly felt as if they would fall off the second you got into the safety of the dark SUV. Your body met the plush cushion of the seat and you felt like you could fall asleep right then and there if you closed your eyes for even a millisecond.

Ellie scooted in closer to you in the most back row of seats as her hand pushed the still sweat drenched waves from her forehead. You couldn’t help but smile as you watched her struggle to maintain control of the locks that seemed to defy gravity.

“Let me,” you said as you reached for the keys that were hung around a hot pink carabiner that hung freely from the loop of your jeans.

Ellie looked at you confused until you moved your finger in a twirl-like motion. “Turn around.”

Ellies cheeks were warm and grin severe as she turned around in her seat. Meanwhile, your hands lightly touched the thin strands of her hair as you began to gather the top layer in your hands. The black hair tie snuggly held half of Ellie’s hair up in a messy bun that enunciated every single one of her facial features.

“Thanks”, Ellie whispered with that same grin still on her face as you nodded and tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear. She made you feel like a high schooler who had the biggest crush on the coolest girl in school. 

“How was tonight for you?”, Ellie said as she got comfortable in her seat and angled her body towards you. She still had a grin on her face, but this one was much more boyish-filled with a hint of humor and a dash of admiration.

“Why don’t you tell me?”

Ellie shrugged her shoulders confidently, “I asked you first.”

You could feel your eyes rolling already as your grin became a teeth-baring one.

“You guys cool if we go out tonight?” Dian interrupted as she gazed back at the both of you from her seat a row ahead.

“As long as you don’t wake me up I don’t give a fuck what you kids get up to,” Ellie clapped the back of Jesse’s shoulder teasingly as he shook his head and shoved her hand as if they were two kids having a playful fight.

“Me and Jesse could always room together so we don’t wake you guys up only if that’s okay with you guys.”

Ellie shrugged in such a nonchalant way, you’d never know that she had been scheming on  how to get Dina and Jesse to share a hotel room again so she could be alone with you. 

“Works with me if it works with you.”

As Ellie’s eyes scanned yours, you felt a rush of goosebumps cover your arms and legs. You nodded, keeping your eyes trained on Ellie, “Yeah, that’s chill with me too.”

—

You were both so impatient.

The second the hotel door shut behind Ellie, your hands were in her hair and hers around your waist as both of your lips smacked together.

“The way your eyes get dark like that makes me lose my mind”, you spoke breathlessly as your forehead rested against Ellie’s.

Her eyes pinched together in confusion, “What?”

Your lips ghosted along her jawline as they made headway towards her neck, forcing Ellie to close her eyes as she caved into the pleasure. 

“When you want to fuck me your eyes turn almost jet black.” Ellie groaned as her fingertips dug into your hips while your lips continued assaulting her neck. This time your teeth joined in as they gently ground into the tight flesh that tasted of mild salt of previous sweat.

“I love it when you make that sound.” The most Ellie could reply was another pitiful little whine.

Slowly, the both of you started making your way towards the nearby bed until Ellie’s back was colliding with the mattresses and you were straddling her waist.

“Get back down here, we’re not done.” Ellie’s hand that rested on the back of your head guided your face and body to bend downwards at her command. Your mouths consumed one another again and again.

Your hands clutched the white duvet as your hips desperately ground down to meet Ellie’s as your lips continued moving in synchrony. That is until, without cause, Ellie grabbed your hips harshly as she fought your back-and-forth movements, causing you to slow down drastically against her force.

You looked at her with widened eyes that were begging her to allow you to writhe against her freely, but then she did it. With a couple of wriggles of yours and her body, she bent her leg upwards, sending her kneecap to gently bump against the thumping space between your legs.

Your eyes instantly softened as you moved slowly against the hill her knee created. “You really thought I wouldn’t remember how much you like to get off on my thigh? Please, give me a little more credit than that.”

As good as it felt, you couldn’t keep a straight face as you chuckled and lifted one of your hands to playfully smack Ellie’s chest. “Shut the fuck up”.

“Am I wrong?” Ellie said with an amused grin that you didn’t respond to. Instead, you ground your hips down to rub your center against her knee that was hitting exactly where you needed it to hit.

With a shaky breath and your head bent low, Ellie watched you grind against her covered knee until you were a stuttered, wet mess. She loved every minute of it.

#afterglow #ellie williams #tlou2 #tlou #the last of us #ellie fic #ellie the last of us #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams tlou #the last of us part 2 #MUNA

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— a bit longer..!

summary : "don't sleep yet.. stay awake just a bit longer."

content : romantic fluff ; reverse comfort for diluc and scara! ; nightmare ment. for scara

characters : diluc, venti, kaeya, ayato, scaramouche

diluc ragnvindr ; only you.

it's not often that diluc tries to disrupt your sleep; he's a gentleman, after all. but tonight, he's met with an unusual exhaustion- one that will only go away with your attention. he lies down beside you, arms looping around your waist as he nuzzles into your neck. "stay with me..." his voice is a mumble against your skin. so you do. he's love-stricken when you stroke his luscious hair, asking him how his day went. here, he doesn't wear a mask. there's no need to be reserved around you, and therefore he rambles on about his work and the people he met. it's only when diluc's words trail off into a doze do you finally fall asleep yourself.

venti ; kiss devil no. 1

it's no secret that venti is mischievous around you, and he plans to carry his playfulness from the moment you wake till you fall asleep. or try to fall asleep, at least. right as your breathing evens out and your mind drifts off, he comes up by your ear to plant the loudest smack! of a kiss against it. he's proud- you can hear it in his giggles. and no matter how many times you brush him off, he'll continue attacking your ears, even gently biting them at one point. like a cat, you almost say aloud. but you stop yourself, knowing that any sort of praise will expend you another hour of sleep disturbance. as a last resort, you trap him in your limbs; to which he snuggles up within and kisses your lips one final time.

kaeya alberich ; kiss devil no. 2

there aren't many reasons for kaeya to keep you awake. in fact, the only excuse he can think of is that he simply wants your attention. his is a tease that starts off innocent and unassuming, with a request for a goodnight kiss from the person he loves most. his hand is quick to secure your chin just as you're about to pull away, and what was meant to be a short peck turns into a two-minute long make out session- one that leaves you gasping for air. "sorry, i couldn't help myself," he whispers with a grin. and when you give him a look, intrigue glosses over his eyes. kaeya loves challenges- and your disapproval appears to be a mighty one.

kamisato ayato ; rare occasions.

many a nights, ayato retires late enough such that you're already deep asleep. so on rare occasions when he gets to sleep together with you, he tends to have long conversations to make up for lost time. tonight would be one of those rare occasions. it's a sleepy chitchat- with your words dragging here and there and his responses getting shorter by the second. but letting go of this chance to be with you is definitely not on his to-do list. he strokes your cheek from time to time; an action that somehow keeps you both awake. at one point, your words are barely coherent- and that's when ayato gives an apologetic kiss to your forehead. "sincerest apologies, my lamb; i shan't keep you up any longer"

scaramouche ; a shoulder to lean on.

scaramouche isn't the type to wake you up and tell you he had a nightmare. that's something you'll have to find out for yourself- by his trembling figure, sat up and weeping. offering your shoulder initially results in an ego-motivated rejection, but it only takes a little more effort for him to succumb into your arms. he hides his face in your chest, hands grasping onto the back of your shirt as if you're going to disappear. "don't- don't leave me..." and his mumble pierces straight through your heart. so you give him time; and you give him yourself- hearing his sobs wind down into sniffles, then into open-mouthed breaths. right at this moment, scaramouche's weight- along with his trust- rests entirely on you.

#diluc x reader #venti x reader #kaeya x reader #ayato x reader #scaramouche x reader

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Alastor x Sewing! Reader pt.3

A/N Thank you everyone so much for reading! I am so happy to know people are enjoying the story- it makes me kick my feet and giggle out of excitement!!

Chapter 4

Saturday was an incredibly busy day for you. Lots of new orders and clients. New dresses to make with matching ties, suits to alter and dresses to hem. There were a few quilt orders, even with spring on the horizon people needed blankets to ward off the cold. As for the formal attire, the city was having a popular band play and hosting a dance. You didn't really know the details but going to Mimzy's was more than enough for you. You weren't sure how much of your comfort zone you wanted to reach out.

Alastor's coat turned out wonderfully. You used a crimson red lining trying your best to match it to the vest he was wearing from memory. The outside of the suit had the matching red thread to discreetly tie his uniform together. It turned out wonderfully! There was even enough leftover material for you to make an inner pocket.

Today was Sunday. That meant absolutely no touching any of your work. This is the one boundary you had set with yourself. If not for it, you would completely burn out. Burning out was not an option, your job was your craft. Instead, you spent the day tidying up and running to the store to prepare your meals for the week. Living alone made your weekly resets easier and also gave you plenty of time to work on your sewing when necessary.

The day went by smoothly from cooking, to cleaning, to reading and pampering yourself you were ready to fall asleep as soon as it became dark. Plus, you had a sweet plan for in the morning.

Getting up extra early, you set towards the kitchen. Last night while falling asleep you had the idea to bake him something while delivering his coat. Unsure of what he enjoyed, you made a family recipe. Brie and raspberry preserve rolls were always a hit no matter what occasion you made them for. They were incredibly simple to make and you were done as the sun finished rising.

Getting ready to go, you packaged the rolls in a wicker basket. There were plenty of them littered around your home and the shop. Every Sunday when you went to receive produce for your weekly grocery run you always came back with one or two to carry all of you belongings.

You beat Alastor to work, slightly disappointed hoping to say thank you again. You left his items at the front desk and made your way back to your shop ready to start another busy day of sewing.

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'My sincerest apologies for keeping your coat, I hope it is okay that I went ahead and matched your kindness. Thank you generously from the bottom of my heart.'

Alastor read the letter with a smile of his face. How lovely! He didn't expect you to fix his coat. Undoubtedly you felt his attempt at making it fit properly. It fit him better than his own work. He was impressed with both the fact you tailored his suit that well without as much as a measurement as a guide but the new upgrades you gave the suit as well. He would admit that it was much more comfortable now with the nicer material and lack of pins.

Today, Alastor was the happiest broadcaster in the world, his smile sounded through the radio. He would have to stop to thank you on his way home after work and compliment you on your skills.

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