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mindmelter · 4 months

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New Soldier Skin

Nick found it weird that the doctor was calling him again for a check up, he had done one early that month and they normally don't do twice a month. But he had no choice in the matter, he was just a soldier.

"I'm feeling perfectly fine doctor, there's no need for another check up, also I'm out of duty tomorrow"

"Nonsense, It's very important that we keep track of the health of our soldiers, now stand on the scale over there please. We just want to make sure that you are ready to return to your family, I bet you must be really excited right?"

"Yes I am, Doctor, It's been a long time, can't wait to see my wife and kids back at home" He said getting on the scale.

The doctor's friendly expression changed drastically once Nick was standing on the scale with his back to him, now the doctor had a blank and emotionless expression. The doctor walked to his laptop on his table and pressed a key.

"My wife can't wait to see me back at home, and the kids are really...huh?" The soldier looked down at his feet confused, he could feel the scale vibrating beneath his feet, he tried to take his feet off the scale but he couldn't, his feet were stuck to the scale like a magnetic force was pulling them down "That's weird, I can't pull my feet off the scale, doctor?"

"Thank you for your service, Nick" It was all the Doctor said before pressing another key on the laptop.

"What? What is..." Before Nick could finish, he felt a strong electric shock run up from his feet and spread to the rest of his body, he could feel every cell in his body being hit by the eletrical charge. His body became rigid and he grunted for a few seconds, but then the humming of the scale stopped and he fell to the floor completely hollowed out. His hollow head on the floor with smoke coming out of his orifices.

The Doctor looked unfrazed at the lifeless bodysuit on the floor, actually, he looked even bored with the whole event.

"You can come out now, your new skin is ready" The doctor said and then the door opened and a humanoid alien entered the room. The white humanoid alien was wearing a visibly worn out and torn open human skin, it was very damaged with holes and scratches, and was also missing half the face, under the skin it displayed the alien true form, a white gelatinous goo.

"It was a shame that your last human skin was damaged in battle, you're always so careless with your skins. The General was furious." Said the Doctor.

"I know, I will be more carefull this time" The Alien said looking at the skinsuit lying on the floor, suddenly his true white form started to melt, hollowing out his current damaged skin, his gelatinous form crawled on the floor in the direction of Nick's skin and started to enter through the holes in his head, mouth, eyes, nose, ears, soon the hollow body of Nick started to inflate and gain life, Nick's flat muscles started to get bigger to their full power. The alien was filling every part of Nick with It's slimy form, filling it like a balloon.

After a few seconds he stood up in his new human body, Nick's eyes were completely white with the gelatin alien body underneath, but they quickly started to turn into normal human eyes, now identical to Nick's eyes.

"Do you have any new assignments for me Doctor?"

"No, actually this was his last week of service before his break, you're going back to his family tomorrow"

"Are you serious? It's so boring to pretend to be a husband and a dad, You know I like the action, I want to go into combat!"

"Sorry, but I'm just following orders from the General." The Doctor said grabbing the deteriorated human skin from the floor and looking at it with a disgusted expression. "This was your fourth skin only this year" The doctor then threw the human suit inside a garbage chut on the wall, then he closed it "That's why we chose Nick to be your next skin. The General thinks it's better for you to spend some time out of combat. I know It's not fun to have to pretend to be our skins, but I guess it will be good for you to relax a little, besides you don't have to act exactly like Nick, you just have to not act too much out of character"

"Is being fucked by men too out of character for this hunky skin?" The soldier asked with a devious smile, looking at the doctor with hungry eyes.

"As long as his wife doesn't find out..." The doctor said dropping his pants to the floor, exposing the jockstrap he was wearing.

They both started to make out as Nick groped and squeezed the doctor's big package. Nick dropped to his knees and lowered the Doctor's jockstrap and was in awe to what he saw.

"Wow, your skin is so freaking hung!"

"He used this thing on a lot of women, but I didin't used it in a long time"

"Fill it up, I want to see how big it when completely filled"

The doctor member started to inflate like a modelling balloon in a fraction of seconds.

Nick then started to suck it while he jerked his own hard member. A few minutes later Nick was lying on the doctor's table with his burly legs up being roughly fucked by the doctor's thick cock.

"How is my health, doctor?" Asked Nick with a grin while having his hole stretched by the doctor's big member.

"You're fine... really fine. You are free to go to your new family. Just don't forget to smile and say sentimental words when you see them, like how much you missed them"

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Monthly Report:

Doctor, I'm having a blast in Nick's skin, you were right, I needed a break from all the action, I can have as much action in here with a body like this, I lost count of how many guys fucked me already. Apart acting like a gay slut in the shadows, his wife and kids don't even suspect their beloved husband and daddy is just a skin now. I guess I'm doing a good job as Nick.

End of report.

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she-likesorchids · 8 months

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CADENCE: Part One

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Audio Erotica Reader

Summary: Matt can't wait to get home to listen to your latest audio. He's a loyal subscriber, and you get him worked up like no one else does.

Warnings: SMUT, 18+ ONLY. Mutual masturbation (sort of), pillow humping, dirty talk, some light sacrilege. You know, THE GOOD GOOD. Reminder that you are responsible for what you see once you click "Read More".

Author's Note: I would like to thank the Academy (@bellaxgiornata @loveroftoomanyfandoms and @souliebird) for enabling this. Edited, but not beta read, we die like Ray Nadeem (RIP). ENJOY!

Divider by @saradika

Matt was sitting at his desk going over a deposition when his phone buzzed with a new notification. He had been waiting for word on something specific, so he switched his headphones from his laptop to his phone to see what it was. As soon as he heard the source of the notification, he slammed his laptop shut and started packing up his things to leave. Foggy heard the commotion from his office and came to check on Matt to make sure everything was okay.

“Hey, buddy. You okay?”

“Yeah, Fog. Just feeling a headache coming on. The seasons are changing and you know how that messes with me,” Matt replied as he stuffed his laptop in his bag.

“You want me to walk with you?”

“No, it’s okay, Fog. I can make it just fine.”

“Alright, buddy. But text me when you get home. You know I worry about you and your headaches,” Foggy called out as Matt walked out the door.

“I know, Foggy. But I’ll be okay. See you tomorrow, buddy!”

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Matt walked home as quickly as he could, resisting the urge to break into a full on sprint. Once he made it to his building, he dashed up the stairs two at a time, and threw off his jacket as soon as he shut his door behind him. He furiously loosened his tie as he pulled his phone out of his pocket and used the voice command to open up the notification once again. This time when he opened it, he was met with the sound of your voice.

“Hey baby, I missed you. Did you miss me?”

Your smooth and sugary voice went straight to his cock, so he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, stepping out of them on his living room floor. He palmed over the bulge in his black boxers and pulled off his tie before going to work unbuttoning his shirt as your voice continued to play through his phone.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day. I even had to excuse myself from a meeting to go touch myself in the bathroom, but I wished it was your hand. You know just what to do to make me feel good.”

Matt was so caught up in your voice that it took him a moment to realize he was now half naked in his living room, right on display in front of the window. Truthfully, he didn’t care if the neighbors saw him, but he grabbed his phone and went into his bedroom. He placed his phone on the nightstand, shed his boxers, and climbed under his silk sheets.

“Oh, fuck,” he breathed out as he slowly stroked his cock while you continued to talk.

“Am I turning you on, baby? I can see you’re getting awfully worked up in those dress pants. I’m getting pretty wet, myself. You’re so fucking hot. You wanna watch while I rub my clit?”

“Yes, sweetheart. Make those pretty noises for me,” he replied as if you were in the room with him.

You let out a moan as you rubbed your clit, and Matt swore he could hear how wet you were. He started stroking his cock faster and you moaned louder.

“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna come, baby.”

“Yes, come for me, sweetheart. Fucking scream for me.”

“But I wanna come with your cock inside me, so I’ll wait for you. I want you to feel me, and I want to feel you. Let’s come together, baby.”

Suddenly his hand wasn’t good enough anymore, so he sat up in the bed and stuffed one of his pillows between his thighs to straddle it. The cool silk of the pillowcase felt like heaven against his achingly hard cock that was dripping with precum and begging for release. He started counting the Hail Mary’s he was going to have to say later for this depraved act in his head, but in the moment, he couldn’t be bothered to care.

“You’re so big, baby. Do you think you’ll fit?”

“I’ll go slow, sweetheart, I promise. We can make it fit.”

Matt rolled his hips against the pillow at the same time you let out another moan, and he grabbed onto his headboard for leverage.

“You feel so good, filling me up so perfectly. Fuck me, baby”

“You feel good too. I’ll go slow at first. I want to feel you.”

“You’re not gonna hurt me, I can handle it. Just fuck me, baby. Please.”

“How can I say no when you asked so nicely?” he purred.

He quickened his pace as you continued making soft sounds of pleasure. He should be ashamed of what he’s doing: fucking his pillow while listening to audio porn and responding back to you as if you could hear him. But, he didn’t care. Once he accidentally discovered erotic audios, he couldn’t get enough, and you were his favorite creator. Your voice was like a drug to him, and he was always jonesing for another hit. He couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to actually fuck you instead of his pillow, but he would have to settle for this for now.

“Oh, fuck I’m so close. I’m gonna come baby. Are you gonna come too?”

“Fuck. Yeah, sweetheart I’m gonna come.”

“Come inside me.”

You let out a guttural, almost feral moan, and Matt screamed in tandem with you. His thrusts became more erratic, sweat was beading on his forehead, and he was white knuckling the headboard. He was getting closer with every sound you made, and he wasn’t going to be able to hold back much longer.

“Oh, OH F-FUCK.”

“Yes, sweetheart. Oh yes, oh FUCK.”

His chest heaved, his breathing was ragged, and his hips stuttered into the pillow as he came hard. He collapsed backward onto the mattress, a thin sheen of sweat covering his entire body. “Shit,” he breathed out as he ran one of his hands down his face.

“Did you like that? Be sure to subscribe for more, and don’t be shy about leaving me a comment! Until next time, audiophiles…”

After a few minutes, Matt sat up and reached for his phone to close the app. He knew that pillowcase was ruined, but that could wait. He stood up on shaky legs and made his way to the bathroom to take a shower. As much as he loved your voice, and how turned on he got by it, he longed to have you in his bed so he could hold you afterwards, and maybe even join him in the shower.

When he was done washing the post-coital sweat off his body, he dried off and put on a fresh pair of boxers and sweatpants, threw the defiled pillowcase in the trash, and sat down to leave you a comment on your latest audio that he got off to. He set his phone back on his nightstand, laid down in bed, and allowed his mind to wander about how you actually felt and how your skin smelled. Maybe one day he could find someone with a voice as gorgeous as yours.

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The “CLOSED” sign had long since been displayed in the door of the coffee shop, and you were finally done with your closing duties for the evening. Your boss said you were free to go, so you grabbed your bag and your jacket, said your goodbyes, and headed out to your shoebox of an apartment. You loved living in New York City, but it was expensive, and just being a barista didn’t pay the bills. No one knew about your “side hustle”, and you liked it that way. It was oddly empowering to you that you were a caffeine peddler by day, but you used your voice to get people off by night. It was perfect because you could have fun living out your own fantasies, but no one knew your face.

After scarfing down the take out you picked up on your way home, you sat down to check the notifications on your latest audio post. There were always lots of comments to sift through, but there was one username in particular that commented on every single audio you posted, and you always looked forward to their comments.

As you scrolled through the comments, you finally saw the one you were looking for: “rllygdlwyr commented: So hot as always, sweetheart. I ruined a silk pillowcase with this one. May have to start buying them in bulk if you keep this up.”

You laughed and bit your lip at the comment. Normally, subscribers calling you pet names would creep you out, but this one was loyal, and they pretty much paid for your take out habit with their subscription and their tips. As much as you hated to admit it, they kind of kept you going.

Once you were done checking your account and responding to comments, you took a shower, put on some slinky lingerie, and pulled out your favorite toys to make a new audio. According to their username, they were most likely a lawyer, so tonight you decided to try a little roleplay.

“I’m afraid I’m guilty, but is there anything I can do to lessen my sentence? I heard you’re a really good lawyer.”

#mandy writes #matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x you #matt murdock smut #matt murdock fanfic #daredevil fanfiction

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imshymorph · 3 months

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It’s soft!Price once more, because i have issues.

So, talking about the possibility of you being the injured one…

John Price is a hypocrite and a liar, so much talking about how his last medical leave wasn’t anything, how he was fine. How much he’d insist he wouldn’t be all over you if you were the one with those injuries, because he knew it wasn't that worrying. All bullshit.

Here you are, a bunch of months later, being the one on medical leave. It had been one of those “it happened so quickly” situations. You and Gaz were entering a building in the lookout for some intel, thought the floor was clear, but a tango saw you from the connecting staircase and threw a grenade to the room you were entering.

- - - - -

You managed to grab one of the many straps on Gaz’s combat vest and pulled him with you to take cover. As you two landed on some ruble you felt a sickening crack on your side, one of your ribs giving in and breaking. You had been lucky enough, no organs punctured or injured. Even then, it meant at least six weeks of deskwork and limited movement, and an incredibly annoying and constant pain.

At least your new routine was easy to follow, alternating pain meds every five hours and avoiding putting extra strain on the hurt side. The worst part though? The damned breathing exercises and the fact that Price would walk in your office every two hours because “love, that’s how often the doctor said you had to do them.”

That was an overstatement really, because he’d walk in every two hours to specifically demand that you do the exercises. Always helping by holding a soft pillow to your side to avoid letting the cracked bone shift too much.

But in reality he was checking on you every ten or so minutes with whatever excuse he could think of. He’d bring you water, tea and biscuits… and the tray from the mess hall at lunch and dinner time, “so you don’t have to walk to the other side of the building, love”. He’d also make up excuses about reports, pointing out the dumbest typos or asking you to explain something (despite perfectly knowing what had happened because he was also there).

It wasn’t even a week in when you let out a sigh, the tenth time this morning he had come in with whatever excuse to check on you. He had made it, his objective accomplished. He knew had finally given in when your eyes moved from your computer screen to him. “John, you know what I was thinking? Why don’t I make space on my desk so you can work here with me. In case I need anything.”

As soon as the words left your mouth, a big smile was pulling at his. He left the room with a murmur of “anything for you, love”. That sneaky bastard, you thought as he walked in less than five minutes later. His laptop and a neat pile of reports on his hands, completely ready to make the move to your space.

#cod x reader #x reader #captain john price #john price #captain price cod #captain price #captain price mw2 #captain price x reader #john price x reader #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty #soft!price #he’s so sneaky #somehow you’re always the one giving in whenever he feels soft

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selfloverrrrrr · 3 months

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Watching You~

Part 3

Warning: smut, heavy smut, noncon, jealousy, unprotected sex, age gap, yandere.....

( All characters are aged up/18+)

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Read those warnings carefully.....if you don't like my stories block me not report....

Gojo stopped his car. "There we are" he spoke. I looked out side, there was the prettiest house I have ever seen. " That's your house?!" I asked. " Yupp" he replied. " That's so beautiful...I loved it" I said. " Pretty girl has pretty choice ~" he teased and I giggled. " Now don't think about Megumi and keep that smile on your face... He'll be fine soon." Gojo said and I nooded with a smile.

"Let's go inside" Gojo spoke."yeah" I replied. I opened the car door and bend to get out of the car. I didn't noticed that while I bend over my ass cheeks were out from my short skirt and was revealed to Gojo. He stared at me then went out of the car and lead me to his house.

We entered the house. He showed me the house. He showed me my bedroom. Then give me dress for the night. I thanked him. He told me that he's coming back and going to change. While he went to change I was walking in his house. Suddenly I saw a room. Gojo didn't show me the room.

I went to the room. I thought that the room is locked but when I grabbed the door knob it was open. I opened the door and went inside. My eyes were wide open from the view infront of me. I was froze in my place. That room's wall was full with my pictures. My pictures that I didn't even know someone took. And there was a big table in that room. On that table on one side there were some panties. When I went closser I realised those were my panties which were suddenly missing in my closet. Then on the other side of the table there were two laptop. Those laptops were open. And what I saw on those two laptop screen gave me Shiver down to my spine. On those laptops live camera footage were going on. One was my room's footage and the other one was Megumi's room's footage.

All I can feel was fear. I understand all things. All fucking things. I started stepping back and decided to run from the house. I turned around and was about to run when I bumped into someone. And that was none other than Gojo Satoru. I looked up at him with fear in my eyes. His face was expressionless. The way he was starting at me it digging into my soul. He started walking towards me and I started walking backwards."you shouldn't have seen these." He said in a low voice still walking towards me. " W-wait-" I tried to speak. " Now you have to face the consequences" he said. A smirk appeared on his lips.

My back touched the table. Gojo was so close to me. He leaned towards me. and then he spoke. " You shouldn't have date Megumi. You shouldn't have sex with him. He doesn't deserve you. I do." He was starting deep into my eyes. More sceary thing was that smirk on his face. His face was too close to mine. I was breathing heavily. Then he leaned towards my ear and whispered in a low voice. "I did that with Megumi last night. I'm the one who broke his bones and stabbed him. I broke both of his forearm's bone then I broke his spine bone. He couldn't stand anymore and fall on the floor and then I stabbed both of his legs. And the way he was screaming in pain...ahhhhhhh... that was too satisfying..... and you know what.... today at the hospital.... I was torturing him.... I grabbed his broken arm and squeezed it tightly....and he was trying to scream in pain but couldn't..... that was moreeeeee satisfying~" His smirk became more hard. Tears falling down my cheeks but I couldn't say anything.

"oh don't cry, pretty girl~" he cooed in my ear and grabbed my hair and dragged me towards his bedroom. I groaned in pain. He threw me on his bed and locked the door. Took off his shirt and threw it on the floor then started crawling towards me on the bed."please stop" I said and tried to push myself backwards but he grabbed my leg and pulled me towards him. I gasped. He was still smirking."stop?... Where's the fun then? The fun part is about to began ~" he whispered and crashed his lips on mine.

I tried to push him away but his grip was too strong. I can't even move myself. He was kissing me too roughly. I couldn't breathe. He grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head. My boobs bounced out. He looked at those with lust in his eyes and didn't waste any time, crashed his mouth on my breast licking, sucking and teasing the nipple and squeezing the other one with his hand. I moaned in the sensetion. I grabbed his hair and tried to stop him by pulling it but it didn't even effect on him. "S-sensei stopppp" I scremed but he didn't stop.

Then he took off my skirt and then took off my pantie."I'm gonna took it too" he whispered and then looked at my pussy. He rubbed his finger on my clit and whispered " so wet. You naughty little slut, you were imagining about your Sensei doing dirty things with you ~". Then he licked my pussy. I couldn't help but moan loudly. He smirked at my reaction and undo his pant.

His dick sprang out. It was too big and too thick. Fear grabbed me by my neck. " S-sensei no no no... P-please no... s-stop" I begged but didn't even listen to me and slammed his whole dick inside me in one slide. I scremed. He didn't even give me time to adjust his size and started thursting in and out roughly. I was throughig my legs with pain and begging him to stop. And he was liking it so much. His thurst became harder and harder. I clenched around him tightly and he moaned loudly " ughhhhhh....ahhh s-so...ahhhh....so f-fucking tight " he started rubbing my clit with his thumb and I bite his shoulder scratched his back to control myself. With a few more thurst I came. He was still thursting roughly. I felt his cock pulsing inside me. I tried to push him away with all of my strength." Ughh...no no no no...ahhhhhh...no please no....ahhhhhh..... n-not ahhhh.....not inside..." I moaned. He grabbed my throat and chocked me down to the bed. " Shhh.... shut up and just fucking take what I'm giving you." He screamed. Within a minute he came inside me I could feel his seed inside me. He pulled out. My vision blurred out.

" You are mine and just fucking mine. Don't ever dare to think of Megumi for a moment. Or else you know damn well what I'm gonna do." He whispered in my ear.

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cashmeremars · 10 months

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𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 || 𝐦.𝐥

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: mark lee x non-idol!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you miss Mark, but he’s busy with work and you’re busy with school, so your relationship lives through a computer screen.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff, established relationship, semi-secret relationship, mark sings you to sleep :(

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.3k

𝐚/𝐧: soft boyfriend mark is the only mark that matters. i’ve had this in my drafts since 2018...

11:48 pm

12 more minutes until you’d get to see him again.

You sighed as rays of blue light danced on your skin. You hadn’t heard from Mark in 2 weeks. His schedule had gotten so hectic preparing for the Dream comeback and the 127 tour, he hardly had time to think, let alone call you. Mark’s absence was difficult, but it was understandable. He was doing what he loved, even if it meant being sleep-deprived, overworked, and under-appreciated. You hated how the idol life took its toll on him, but he constantly reassured you that he was fine.

With bags under his eyes, ever-so-slightly slumped shoulders, and a jitter in his fingers, he told you he was fine. So you told him you believed him, even though it split your heart in two to watch him suffer. You never wanted to pry because it might stress him out to really talk about his feelings, so the time you spent together was treated like an escape from reality; An escape from fame for Mark, and an escape from academia for you.

Mark would tell you about a funny thing that Haechan did in the dorms, or read you a poem he had written while in the car heading to dance practice. Your favourite was when he would bring out his guitar and pluck haphazard melodies as you watched him through the screen. Then Mark would ask you about your day, and you’d tell him about the quaint little cafe you stumbled into after an exam, or the squirrels that you fed at the bus stop on your way to school.

The few times that Mark would actually tell you about his NCT activities, he’d rave about how amazing tour practice has been, and how he wanted you in the crowd with him. On those days, you’d have to remind Mark that you couldn’t be anywhere near his professional activities because the chances of one of you slipping up and giving nosy fans or intruding journalists a reason to speculate Mark’s romantic life were too high.

Then you’d fall into a suffocating silence until one of you changed the subject.

11:58 pm

2 more minutes until you’d get to see him again.

Your heart melted into the floor as you tussled with the wires of your earphones. Should’ve just bought those Airpods, you thought to yourself. You opened up your laptop, hands shaking as you navigated toward the Facetime app. A green dot appeared next to your laptop camera, and you stared into your reflection. You analyzed the background presented on the screen with a sigh. Your room was a mess. Worse than it usually was. You pushed yourself out of your desk chair, practically sprinting around your bedroom trying to make it seem presentable. Mark had seen your bedroom in every manifestation, from organized to sloppy, but it had never been this bad.

You tossed the dirty clothes laying on your bed into a hamper before adjusting your duvet. Your textbook sat open on your pillow, reminding you that you’d have to finish whatever chapter you were on once you were done indulging in fantasyland with Mark. You threw your bookmark into the bind of the textbook before slamming it closed. Reality could wait until tomorrow morning. The stuffed panda Mark gave you leaned on your headboard, greeting you with its permanent smile. Mark won the stuffed animal for you at a carnival in Chicago when he was on tour. He told you that the moment he saw it, he knew he had to win it for you. 45 minutes and $60 later, the panda was looped under Mark’s arm for the entirety of the tour until he was finally able to bring it back home to you.

12:00 am

Your ears perked at the unmistakable melody ringing from your laptop.

[Mark <3 is calling]

Your feet carried you to your computer in what felt like half a second. You plopped down onto your chair, fixing your hair before putting in your earphones and navigating toward the answer button.

“Yeobooooo,” Mark’s voice flooded your ears, allowing a riptide to form in your heart.

“Maaaarrrk,” you reply as the corners of your mouth began to upturn. You felt your cheeks warm up at the sight of Mark. He was dressed in an oversized grey hoodie, with flat hair, and his round glasses. You loved when he wore his glasses. You’d always teased him, calling it harry potter cosplay, but he was undeniably adorable.

“Oh, God, you don’t even know how much I’ve missed you. I’ve been talking about you so much that Johnny actually banned me from talking about you,” Mark chuckled, “$2 fine every time I mention your name,” Mark explained. You felt your heart flutter knowing that Mark missed you as much as you missed him.

“Tell me about it. My friends groan whenever I bring you up when we’re hanging out on campus. I’ve been insufferable without you,” you sigh.

“Glad to know we’re in the same boat.” Mark’s hearty laugh warms your ears. “How’s school?” he continues.

“It’s fine. Just the usual; tests, quizzes, labs, annoying professors, blah, blah. How’s idol life?” You ask.

“Same old. Dance practice, recordings, youtube content, variety shows, same as it always is,” Mark’s reply matches yours, embodying the mutual frustration with the repetitive monotony of your lives that you both feel.

“I get it. It’s nice seeing you for a change, even if I’m technically not actually seeing you. I like hearing your voice.” You fiddle with your earphone wires.

“Yeah, I wish I could reach through the screen and just be there with you. I’ve really missed seeing you in person. Hearing your laugh, the way your nose crinkles, how warm your hugs always are,” Mark trails. You couldn’t help but smile at his words. You missed him more than you’d ever missed anyone.

“Yeah, it sucks a lot. You know, at one point I started listening to those ASMR phone call things on youtube that your fans make of you. They’re actually quite well done,” You confess, opting to stare at your laptop keys instead of Mark.

“ASMR phone calls? I didn’t even know those existed,” he replied. He sounded more amused than weirded out. Mark was never judgemental, especially when it came to you.

“Oh, well you do now I guess.”

“I guess I need to record one of our phone calls so I have something to listen to as well,” Mark joked.

“I’ve sent you like 200 voice recordings in the past, though,” you laugh. Whenever something happened at school and you didn’t feel like typing, you would send Mark voice recordings of you detailing the events that had occurred. Mark always preferred those as he felt as though he were having a real-life conversation with you.

“Oh yeah. I hadn’t even thought about that. I’ve just been suffering without your voice for no reason.” Mark pushed up his glasses. “Hey, is that the panda I got you?” He says as he leans further into his laptop camera to peek more into your bedroom.

“Of course. I’ve kept it on my bed since you gave it to me. It still sort of smells like you,” You say as you get up from your chair and walk toward the panda.

“Probably because it was in my suitcase for like 2 months before I could give it to you,” Mark laughs. You give the panda a squeeze before walking back to your chair, placing the panda on your lap.

“I like it. It feels like you’re here even when you’re across the world,” You gaze at the panda once more. Noting how its right ear has started to flop down with time.

“When do I get to see you?” Mark asks, adjusting the hood of his sweater.

“I’ve got three more weeks until the semester ends,” You say as you glance quickly at the calendar hung above your desk.

“I’ve got three more weeks until the tour starts,” He sighs.

“So that gives us… 2 days?” You squint.

“2 days,” Mark confirmed.

“Is that enough time?” Your fingers start to tinker with the leg of the stuffed panda.

“If you’re willing to be a night owl, then it should be perfect,” He replied, running his hand through his dark hair.

You and Mark hardly ever hung out during the day because of the risk of fans or sasaengs spotting you in public. So you’d usually hang out through the middle of the night, hanging out in parks, taking walks through your neighbourhood, or sneaking him into your house so you could watch movies together. It wasn’t ideal, but just being with him was enough.

“I think it’ll work,” you smile.

“Oh! Do you wanna hear something I’ve been working on?” Mark perks up, looking around his desk for a moment before locking eyes with something off-screen.

“Of course.” You straighten your posture in your seat, anticipating whatever Mark has stored for you. Mark reaches over until his body is out of frame. He returns with his acoustic guitar in hand.

“Okay, it’s a work in progress, and I don’t really have any lyrics for it, but I thought the melody was cool.” Mark begins strumming the guitar, closing his eyes as he allowed the melody to float from his fingers.

It was beautiful. The melody was soft and sweet, a contrast to most of 127’s songs. He began humming along to the guitar, possibly singing what he imagined the lyrics should sound like. The song was pretty, even through the slightly muffled audio from your earphones. You leaned your head into your hands, watching him get lost in his music. It was amazing to watch him. You could only hope to find something that made you feel half as passionate as Mark was with music. His sleepless nights were worth everything in the world if it meant he got to create music.

“How was that?” He asks, opening his eyes to gauge your reaction.

“It was perfect, Mark.”

“Really?” He raised an eyebrow at you. He was always so hypercritical of his own work.

“Yeah, I really loved it.” you nod, “Do you know what you want the song to be about?” You continued.

“Yeah. I think I want to make it a love song about a boy who meets a radiant girl that he can’t stop thinking about,” Mark looks at you expectantly, holding back his signature ping-pong giggle.

“Would it be a stretch to assume that the song is about me?” you raise your eyebrows at him.

“Not a stretch at all. The song is absolutely about you,” Mark’s smile seems to warm the atmosphere of your room.

“So, would you release it with the group?” you glance at the mini NCT poster decorating your wall.

“I think I would want it to be a solo song.” He tilts his head, quirking his eyebrows.

“A solo?” your voice perks.

“Yeah, I mean if that ever happens again. I feel like it would be refreshing compared to the concept that I currently have going on.” Mark motions with his hands.

“I agree. The duality of man,” you joke.

“And it’ll be like our secret special song or something. Only we would know that it’s about us,” He continues.

“Well, us and the rest of your bandmates would know,” you say.

“Right,” He smooths out the sleeve of his hoodie.

“I really like watching you perform, Mark.” you lean closer to your camera, watching the way Mark becomes bashful under your gaze.

“Thank you,” he whispers. His eyes remain locked on his keyboard as he scratched his forehead. He always got awkward when you complimented him.

“I’m really proud of you, Mark. Even if the company takes you for granted, I see the effort you put into everything, and all I can say is that I think you’re phenomenal. You’re so talented, Mark. Everything that you do leaves me in awe,” You continue.

Mark pauses for a moment, allowing your words to sink in, “I love you,” he replies.

“I love you too, Mark.” You smile.

“Do you wanna hear something else?” Mark asks, reaching for his guitar once again. You nod. You bring your knees to your chest, allowing your head to rest on them as you wait for him to start playing his next piece. You spent the next hour joking around, trying to come up with the most absurd lyrics as Mark strummed his guitar.

3:02 am

Your snores peppered Mark’s ears as he watched you through the computer screen. You’d fallen asleep accidentally about 30 minutes ago, but he didn’t have the heart to end the Facetime call because it meant he wouldn’t be able to see you again for a while. Mark placed his guitar on the floor before reaching for his phone. Your upper body was still in the frame as your head was leaning onto the desk. He could see the soft rise and fall of your shoulders through the pixelated screen. Mark always thought you were adorable when you slept. Your cheeks always puffed up and your mouth would twitch occasionally. Mark opened his camera app, laughing to himself as he zoomed in on your sleeping face. He snapped 3 photos before he started looking through them. Mark laughed again as he clicked on his favourite photo, making it your new contact photo. He sent the same photo as a text message to you, as a fun surprise for when you wake up. He closed his phone, opting to look at you once more. She looks peaceful, he thought to himself. The stress of school-work or exams didn’t matter to you when you were in slumber, and it made Mark’s heart swell. All he wanted was for you to be happy. Mark takes off his glasses, placing them down as he lays his head on his desk, mimicking your position.

“Good night,” he sighs, joining you in sleep.

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imamotherfuckingstar-lord · 8 months

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imagine being Bucky's neighbor

The noise: the constant noise coming from the halls would have driven Bucky insane had it not been for who the ruckus was coming from. He eased up from as he continued to type on his laptop, sending the email to his writing editor before removing his gaze from the screen. He checked the time on his smart watch and smirked – it was two in the morning, oh to be young again. His socks glided across the hardwood floor, faded white shirt and sweats on. It was his usual outfit for writing through the nights, what could he say? He was a creature of comfort and every Friday night, like clockwork, noise came from the hallway of the apartment complex he lived in. The floor he lived on for years had been quiet, the four apartments had been occupied by a retired couple, a photographer who was constantly away, a divorced fella and Bucky. Then the divorced fella moved out and a new tenant moved right on in – you, a snarky, loud only on the weekend’s talent manager. The first time the two of you met, you were attempting to break into his apartment, and it was a sight.

“Motherfucker, fucking…key….”

Bucky watched from the peephole, recognizing you from the other day; when you had a few friends helping you move in. He stared down at the jiggling doorknob, annoyed to no end that his writing session had been interrupted. Fed up with a few more attempts, he pulled open the door so suddenly that you flung forward. Bucky quickly stepped aside and watched as you fell onto his expensive antique carpet.

“Don’t throw up on the rug.”

“I don’t have rug in my doorway,” you murmured, getting up on your elbows. Her eyes glazed over to the living room, sobering up at the fact you weren’t in your apartment. “Fuck.”

“Fuck indeed, come on,” Bucky sighed and helped you to your feet. He held you steady for a moment by the waist, finally getting a good look at you. His face softened at the lightness in your eyes, the smirk on your face and the way your hands cradled your head. “You’re drunk.”

“Obviously.”

He laughed. “Your apartment is two doors down.”

You nodded, reaching for the frame of the door. Looking at your neighbor, you nearly threw up on seeing how attractive he was – even in his lousy white tee and sweats. He had a look to him, could be a model…

“You have a face for modeling. Are you signed to an agency?”

Bucky laughed again. “Absolutely not. I’m a writer.”

“Great.” You rolled your eyes and stepped out of the apartment. “Another pretentious prick, but at least I don’t have to work with you. Anyways, apartment two doors down…”

He said yes and scooted you out of his apartment, smiling uncontrollably as he watched you hobble away; nodding his head when you pointed to your door. You blew him a kiss, then saluted him before fetching your keys – the last thing he saw was your fingers wiggle goodbye as you disappeared into the apartment.

He saw you through the peephole, staring right at him and he grinned, flinging the door right open to a slightly inebriated you. Hair out of place, leather jacket on – you held up a bottle of expensive champagne and he asked if the night was successful. Grinning with glee, you moved into the apartment and turned as he closed the door.

“Two Oscar nominations! I stole this from Reese Witherspoon’s table.”

Bucky whistled and plucked the bottle from your hands, apologizing for not being able to make it. You waved a hand and promised it was fine, moving to him. His smile faded into contentment as your hands slipped up his back and he leaned in for a kiss. His body felt so nice and warm, free arm around your waist. You kissed him twice before asking if he was done writing for the night.

“Just sent the last pages to my editor.”

Practically giggling in excitement, you rushed to the kitchen and grabbed two wine glasses off the shelf. Bucky followed and leaned against the counter, opening the bottle with a boyish smile. You held the glasses out and he poured the champagne, setting the bottle down on the counter. You handed over his glass and he held it up in the air. He stared at you for a moment and couldn’t help but think of that first night – you were so drunk on his carpet. Then the next day he found a fruit basket at his door and note apologizing for your misbehavior. Of course, he had to thank you and asked you over for dinner – which turned into another dinner, then a late lunch and then sex. Mostly in that order.

Then everything turned into unexpected love and now you didn’t have to second guess which apartment door was yours, because his was yours now. And hopefully, the sparkling diamond ring in his desk would seal the deal later that week – that you would be his forever and ever.

“To us,” he chimed.

“To us,” you repeated, eyes softening as the glasses clicked. “And the hot sex we’re having tonight.”

Bucky laughed and clicked his glass against yours again. “Definitely.”

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bagopucks · 1 year

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Trevor x Reader, platonic Jamie

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“Yeah?” Silence. “Yeah.. yeah okay.” Pacing. “No that’s fine.” Approaching footsteps. “It’ll be rescheduled?”

I looked up from my phone, blankets pulled around my waist, sitting up in Trevor’s bed. “Alright. I’ll talk to you later then.”

Trevor stepped into the room, lowering his phone from his ear as he made eye contact with me and dropped his duffel bag.

“What’s the word?”

“They cancelled the game. We’re on a severe storm watch all night, and the power’s out across the whole city. The Civic Center can’t host people on backup generators.” Trevor kicked his shoes off, and I smiled at how quickly he began to lose pieces of his suit.

“So I get a night in with my baby?”

“Trevor?”

I sighed, glancing past Trevor to see Jamie in the doorway.

“I get a night in with my baby and his boyfriend.” I corrected, smiling to assure Trevor I wouldn’t mind.

“They cancelled our game.” Jamie informed Trevor, though he was already behind on that information.

“I know I just called.” Trevor waited to take off his shirt or pants, sitting on the foot of the bed as he began to undo his tie.

“It’s really quiet.” I was caught off guard by the sound in Jamie’s voice. He seemed nervous.

“Yeah.. kinda is.” Trevor agreed, tossing his tie toward his desk chair. I looked back down at my phone, checking the specific weather for the next few hours. “Wanna play laser tag?” My head snapped back up toward the boys.

“Oh, yeah!” Jamie was out of the doorway in a flash. I heard Trevor chuckle softly. He looked back at me with a bright smile.

“You don’t mind, do you? Jambo isn’t a big fan of things like this. Makes him anxious.” Trevor leaned forward for a kiss, and I was swift to deliver. When I pulled away, I nodded.

“Keep him busy for a bit. I’ll call the electric company.”

“You’re the best.”

It didn’t take long for the boys to get changed and run off through the house.

I didn’t think it would be too hard to make a quick call. But even behind Trevor’s closed door, I could hear the boys yelling and laughing at the tops of their lungs. Cursing each other out and threatening one another from behind furniture and walls.

It was hard to keep a straight face while I was on the phone.

After about thirty minutes, I was given an estimated time on how long it would take for the power to be back. After I hung up, I grabbed a spare laser tag gun, and ventured out into the treacherous war zone that was the living room.

I had no vest, but I was only coming out to end the boys’ stalemate.

“Trevor, don’t come any closer!”

“What are you talking about? I can hear your footsteps!”

I bit my cheek to limit my laughter. One was tucked away in the corner behind the couch. The other behind the armchair across the floor.

“You’re such a liar!” Jamie accused, and I decided he would be my first victim.

I tiptoed over to the couch, and once I was close enough, I hopped up onto it and shouted. A cruel joke, but it scared the shit out of Jamie- who screamed in response as I shot him.

“Jamie?” Trevor’s concern was evident in his tone. I turned to look at him just as he stood up, raised my gun, and tagged him out.

“Fuck!” Trevor threw his hands in the air. I laughed softly.

“They said the power should come back on by tomorrow. Couldn’t give a good time because of how bad the roads are. They don’t know which power lines the electricians will be able to get to or not.”

I climbed off the couch and tossed my gun down. I finally heard Jamie breathe out a sigh and stand up.

“You two have portable phone chargers, yes?” They nodded. “And water in the fridge?” Another round of nodding. The fridge wouldn’t stay cold forever, but I was mainly concerned about them having something to drink in the event that their pipes had issues as well. “Alright. Then who’s up for a movie on my laptop?”

“Oh me!”

“Does Jamie have to stay?”

“Hey!”

“Jamie is a part of this household. Yes he’s staying.” I spoke with a light laugh. “You two grab a few blankets and pillows. I’ll set up the laptop.” They were gone in a flash. I grabbed my laptop from the coffee table and pushed the table back against the couch. I sat down on the floor and turned the device on, checking to see it had a full battery before I grabbed my phone to turn its hotspot on. I connected the laptop to it, and went to find my streaming services.

Soon, the boys returned with blankets and pillows. I moved from the floor and instructed them to set everything out. They fought over which side of the floor they wanted to be on, while I pulled up a film on the couch. Once they got settled and sat on the floor, I quickly joined them, seated next to Trevor on his own blanket while I set my laptop in the middle.

“What are we watching?” Jamie asked as he sat with his legs criss-crossed.

“Top Gun.” I answered, giving Trevor room as he laid down. I lowered myself onto my side next to him, resting my head on his chest and tangling our legs together.

I never minded spending time with Trevor and Jamie. Even if there were moments when I specifically wanted Trevor and not his lovely counterpart.

I learned Jamie was a package deal. And a good one at that. I figured out early on that I could still have quality time with Trevor, so long as I kept Jamie entertained. Which was incredibly easy. And he was a quiet guy as it was anyway. Sometimes it felt like he wasn’t even in the room.

My gaze drifted to Jamie as he dragged a blanket into his lap, fidgeting with the fabric while his eyes were glued to the screen. He was nervous, but he’d be alright.

When my gaze shifted to Trevor, I realized he was already looking at me. Our eyes locking caused him to smile and breathe out a quiet chuckle.

“Hey, baby.” I whispered playfully.

“Hey.” Trevor mocked quietly.

“You’re missing Tom Cruise.”

“You’re here. He can wait.” I rolled my eyes at him before looking back at the laptop.

It wasn’t until we were halfway through the movie when Jamie laid down, and we eventually heard the soft snores coming from his lips.

After that, I carefully stretched a foot out and shut the lid of my laptop, and I looked back at Trevor.

“You wanna go back in your bedroom?”

“I’m kinda comfy here.” Trevor admitted quietly. “And I don’t want him to freak out if he wakes up alone.” As much as I knew Trevor loved tormenting Jamie, he also loved looking after his best friend too.

“He’s not a four year old.” I whispered with a smile.

“Yeah, but he might feel a little left out.”

“What? That he can’t cuddle with us?” I tried not to laugh. Trevor rolled his eyes at me. “It’s alright, Zig. We can stay out here.” I pressed a kiss to his lips before I nestled back into his side, resting my head on his chest again.

“But at least put a blanket over the poor thing. He’s gonna start shivering.”

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timetorace · 2 years

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𝐒𝐰𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬

Hi everyone. I still don´t have my laptop and I´m writing on my phone so things are taking me forever. To the anon that requested: hope you like this, i think i included everything you asked for <3 I guess you were talking about these photos? YATCH VIBES

ship: charles leclerc x fem!reader.

summary: His brother throws you into the sea without knowing that you can't swim and Charles panics. Full request here.

warnings: almost drowned. sea.

word count: +1.3K.

You should have done so many different things that day. For example, maybe wearing a life jacket or letting your boyfriend's brothers know that you couldn't swim very well. You never wore life jackets, you usually didn't need them because there was no way in hell you would go into the water voluntarily. Not that you were scared but you had never been much of a swimmer and had had an accident in a swimming pool as a child that had left you with enough trauma to postpone swimming lessons indefinitely. Charles knew it and most of your friends knew it too so the only reason you would go in the water would be if you were shipwrecked. You had already been dating for a year but you had never been on a yacht with them before so Lorenzo and Arthur didn't know.

It was April, summer wasn't officially here yet but it seemed like a good day to go on a yacht. By noon the wind had picked up a bit but even so, you had put on a sweater and decided to go on deck with Arthur to play frisbee while Lorenzo and Charles were inside finishing their lunches. You accidentally threw the frisbee into the water for the fourth time on a road, Arthur went looking for it before but he let out a moan of complaint that time.

"It's the wind, I swear" You laughed before he ran towards you to chase you in circles. It wasn´t the wind, you were terrible at that game.

"Whoever throws it, looks for it" Arthur crooned and before you could tell him that you couldn't swim he picked you up intending to throw you into the water.

"Arthur! Wait-" You managed to yell before he pushed you into the water. You would like to say that you saw it coming but since you fell on your back you were not able to prepare for the impact either. You gasped when you felt the cold water hit you. It was Europe, it was summer but there was a slight wind so the water was definitely colder than you would like to take a dip. Opening your mouth when you were hitting the water was a bad idea because you swallowed salt water. You moved your legs and arms desperately trying to stay afloat, only your head was out of the water when you felt someone pulling you to get you afloat. You were small so your legs were kicking hard. You coughed a little at the movement, swallowing more salt water.

"(Y/N)! Are you ok?" You heard the desperate and anxious voice of Charles calling you.

You tried to nod slightly as you continued to cough but it came out more like a desperate nod so you just moved a bit more against Charles wrapping your arm around his neck. Charles wrapped an arm around you and you felt bad for him having to swim one arm back to the yacht. You promised yourself that you were going to learn to swim once and for all before you scared him to death.

When they reached the ladder you simply climbed up and started spitting water on your knees on the floor. Your lungs were on fire and you couldn't find fresh air, not only were you spitting up water but more water had entered your nose than you knew.

"Are you okay?" Someone asked you and you placed the voice as Lorenzo's and nodded slightly in response. In the background, you could hear Charles yelling in French. From the random words you could catch he was definitely yelling at Arthur and he wasn't happy with his brother. You wanted to say something, assure him that everything was fine, that you were fine, but you couldn't even think to say what you were thinking.

"Are you sure?" Lorenzo insisted and you nodded again before getting up from the ground. You felt how fresh and clean air re-entered your lungs.

"Yes, I'm just catching my breath" You replied weakly before giving him a lopsided smile. He handed you a towel. Your legs were shaking from the effort. "Thanks" You wrapped the towel around yourself before entering the yacht room and sitting on the couch.

"Stay away!" You heard Charles exclaim behind your back and you heard his footsteps entering the interior of the yacht. "I'm going to get you a change of clothes" He murmured without looking at you before going down the stairs of the yacht to go get your bag. Was he the one angry with you? You just sat there like a wet chick waiting for him to come back.

"I'm so sorry," Arthur said, approaching you like that and you automatically felt bad because of the sorrowful and anguished face he had.

"Arthur" You murmured letting out a cough "I'm not mad" His pained expression made you a little sorry so you wanted to reassure him "How could you know?" you shrugged

"I´m still sorry"

"It's ok" You gave him a reassuring smile before hearing Charles' footsteps coming up the stairs and Arthur's panicked expression before he disappeared back onto the deck.

Charles placed the bag next to you on the couch and began to take out your change of clothes even without looking up at you "Are you mad at me?" You asked him before taking your wet sweater off along with your bikini top and putting on a dry one. "I'm sorry" you added in a small almost inaudible whisper but the one next to you heard you clearly.

"I'm not mad" He answered before releasing a sigh.

"Then why aren't you looking at me?"

"Mad? No, I'm mad, I'm scared as shit that's different" He explained sitting next to you to hug you from the side "I don't think my heart can beat normal again at least for a while"

"Oh babe" You caressed his cheek "I'm sorry"

"It's not your fault" He whispered softly, resting his head on the top of your head and taking in the scent of your hair.

"Are you still not talking to Arthur?"

"I'm mad at him" He growled and you couldn't help but smile slightly despite everything.

"You know he didn't do it on purpose"

"What he did was stupid." Charles scooted you up onto his lap.

"You need to forgive him" You pointed

"He is my baby brother, I will eventually, just not today"

"I didn't know you could hold such a grudge," You told him in an attempt to lighten the mood.

"You have no idea the panic I felt when I ran out and saw you in the water" He whispered, brushing your cheek with his lips “And your scream was just-”

"I know" You promised yourself that you were going to book some swimming lessons on Monday if that would avoid having to panic him again "And I´m sorry" You muttered hiding your head in the crook of his neck "but I'm ok"

"I don't want to feel like that ever again" He replied stroking your hair and you simply wrapped your arm around his neck to stick closer to him if that was possible. At that moment you realized that Charles was still wearing his wet swimsuit and that he hadn't changed into it yet.

For a few minutes, a silence formed between you before Charles spoke again "You are always wearing life jackets from now on"

"No, I'm not" You moaned in complaint "I will look like a ridiculous little girl and Arthur didn't do it on purpose"

"No matter the intentions, you almost scared me to death" He responded by placing a kiss on your head.

"I'll learn to swim, I promise"

"You haven't for the last 24 years, why now?" Charles didn't want to be mean, he was just curious about your abrupt change of heart.

"Your panicked face when you pulled me out of the water" His desperate voice calling out your name still resounded in your ears "I don't want you to feel like that ever again" you added, repeating a little what he had said before.

"Good, my poor heart couldn't take it" He murmured against your neck and you let out a laugh.

"You are so dramatic" you rolled your eyes

Charles paused before murmuring against your skin, "Please don't scare me like that ever again?"

"I will try" You replied with the same tone.

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smartycvnt · 10 months

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Break On Through

Title: Break On Through Pairing: Harley Quinn x Reader Prompt: 6. "I thought you hated each other." "Things change." NR WC: 1408

"Harley please," Selina begged as she stood in between Harley and the door. There was a new presence in Gotham, one that required the ladies of its underground to band together in a united front. Selina had noticed several women being taken out, and now the group behind it was showing their faces. Not in a literal sense, but whenever a new woman in power disappeared, everybody knew who had done it. Selina didn't want to see herself or any of her friends on the nightly news after being brutalized by these savages. That was why she had called in Harley and Y/n, the two of them were the smartest people Selina knew, and they'd be sure to know how to keep everyone safe.

"No way. Nuh-uh. I'm not doing it. I am not working with that piece of work over there. She's awful Selina, absolutely awful." Harley could have gone on all night, but Selina was smart to clamp her hand over Harley's mouth, literally shutting her up.

"The two of you are the only ones I know who can break the psychology of these guys. We've thrown everything else we can at them, they have to be outsmarted. That's the only way they'll stand down," Selina said. It was truly the last defense, and Selina wouldn't have tried getting Y/n and Harley together otherwise. Harley hated Y/n, who had been just an intern at Arkham whenever Harley had started to lose her mind. Selina wasn't completely sure why Harley hated Y/n, but she assumed that it had something to do with workplace gossip or the like. "So, please just go over there, sit down with her, and see what makes those douchebags tick."

"Fine, but I ain't being nice to her. Not even a damn smile," Harley said as she shoved her finger against Selina's chest. Selina sighed and nodded in agreement, although Selina wasn't sure how long they'd be alone together before Harley broke her promise. Selina had seen Harley through a lot, and post-Joker, Harley was a slightly more stable and vibrantly happier version of herself. Selina wondered if it was anything like Dr. Quinzel whenever the blonde first arrived at Arkham all those years ago. Selina had heard the stories from Ivy about the bright faced and determined young woman who had been corrupted by The Joker.

"Whatever, just go," Selina mumbled. Harley ran off around the corner, but stopped herself before she reached the mess on the floor where Y/n was working. She didn't want to seem too eager, even if Harley was excited about getting to stop these guys. She had bashed in quite a few of their heads after watching them mow down a group of working ladies on the corner. Harley didn't indulge herself in their services, but they were good women, ones who had never passed judgement on her for any of her mistakes.

"What the hell is this mess?" Harley threw her arms up as she took a good look at everything around her. It looked like a good third of the room's floor was covered in various forms of papers. Y/n's laptop was sitting on the couch behind Y/n, occasionally being typed into whenever Y/n came across something familiar.

"This is my process. Stop judging me and do something useful," Y/n said without looking up from anything. Harley felt like she was in shock, both from the way that Y/n had just spoken to her and because of the mess on the floor being considered a "process." Harley was certain that it wasn't anybody's actual process to make a huge mess just for what looked like a few notes on a computer. How Y/n made it as a doctor rather than a patient at Arkham was officially beyond Harley.

"What have you got so far?" Harley asked as she grabbed an empty notebook and box of newspaper clippings with information about the attacks. Y/n rattled off some things that were obviously taken almost directly out of a textbook before getting into her own interpretations of the information and what the guys were doing. Harley would never have admitted it, but she was impressed by the things that Y/n was telling her. The inferences were completely on point and had more than enough information to back them up if Harley were to question any o them. "Maybe you're smarter than I thought."

"Well only one of us was swindled by a madman," Y/n muttered under her breath. The pencil in Harley's hand splintered as her fist tightened around it. Y/n looked amused by Harley's reaction, as if she was playing with her. Finally, it clicked for Harley why Y/n had been fired from Arkham.

"You're a psychopath, aren't you? Just a little too dangerous to be herding the rest of us around. I don't think I've ever met anyone who was enough of a wacko to get turned away from the looniest of looney bins," Harley teased. "And they put that on your file so you couldn't go nowhere else. Ha, you got stuck in Gotham with the rest of us!"

"Why don't you keep over there to your notes and I'll keep to mine. I'd hate for you to learn the real reason I got booted from the staff," Y/n said. Her voice had taken on a dangerous tone, one that Harley hadn't thought the woman to be capable of. They stayed to themselves for a few more hours, but Harley couldn't help herself and just had to tease Y/n a little more. The punch had come without a warning on Y/n's part. Harley hadn't even noticed Y/n stand up or walk over. She just felt the fist connect with her face. Y/n was sitting back down before Harley registered what had happened. There was blood, more blood than Harley thought was even in her face.

"Damn, that's one hell of a right hook," Harley said as she used the bottom of her shirt to soak up some of the blood. Y/n simply got up and grabbed Harley something to drink as the color started to drain from Harley's face. The two of them found themselves sat down on the floor next to each other. Neither of them said anything as Y/n flipped through the notes that Harley had taken so far and Harley tried stopping the blood from pouring out of her nose. "You know, I don't take kindly to people smacking me around any more."

"Admittedly, that wasn't very mature, but it did sort of feel good. You were starting to get on my nerves," Y/n said flatly. Harley wasn't sure why, but she found something humorous about their situation.

"Good, you should stand up for yourself. Especially in times like these," Harley reasoned. The two of them chatted absentmindedly for a little while longer until their exhaustion got the best of them. Harley tried insisting that Y/n take the couch, but Y/n gave it up because she felt bad about punching Harley in the face. That was how the two of them ended up laying down cuddled up together on the floor with a throw blanket just barely both of their bodies. That was how Selina had found the two of them, and once Y/n had left to get back to her own place, Selina decided to question Harley about their night.

"What was that about? I thought you hated each other." Selina didn't bother to hide her amusement at finding the two of them cuddled up together. Y/n wasn't the cuddling type, and Selina knew just how terrible that woman's bedside manner could be. Harley must have done something very special to convince Y/n to cuddle up with her like that.

"Things change. I dunno," Harley answered. Selina narrowed her eyes at Harley, and slowly, Harley began to crack. "Okay, okay! I think she's cute, and maybe, just maybe, it has something to do with knowing that she can take care of herself. I like that in a woman, someone like me needs to be kept on the straight and narrow sometimes."

"Well, you should ask her out then," Selina said happily. Harley mulled the thought over, completely overlooking the possibility that Selina had used their situation as a means to play matchmaker.

#my writing #harley quinn x reader #harley quinn #dc x reader #dc

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writingwithciara · 1 year

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For Your Protection ~Bucky Barnes~

summary: despite never really interacting with bucky, all y/n wants is for him to be safe. but she doesn’t know that the only reason he puts himself in harms way is to protect her.

word count: 2.5k

pairings: bucky barnes x reader

warnings: mentions blood

a/n: it’s day 2 & today’s trope is ‘protective’. i tried to keep it within the FATWS timeline as much as I could. Also, in the first half, bucky is nowhere to be seen. I guarantee you he’s there. And I know bucky is pretty close to invincible, but I needed to have it where he could get seriously wounded for my idea to work properly

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“You’re leaving on another mission already?” y/n followed Sam around his house as he searched for something.

“Yeah. The world is in constant need of saving.”

“Oh. Well can you keep Bucky out of danger?”

“Seriously? He doesn’t listen to me. He jumps into a situation without even thinking about the dangers that lie within it.” Sam chuckled and picked up his bag.

“Still, can you at least try?”

“Why are you so worried about him? You’ve known him for 3 months and you two barely interact at all.

“I have no idea why I care so much. Just promise me, Sam. Please?”

“I can try but there’s no guarantee I can actually keep him out of danger.”

“Thanks, Sam. And as always, I will be here when you get home to patch up your injuries.”

“So you figure I’m gonna get injuries, but you don’t want Bucky to get them? I get it. You love him more than you love me.”

“Not true at all.” y/n smiled. “Just go save the world. But be as safe as possible.”

It was 2 days later when Sam came home. He was covered in minor scrapes, and he had a few bruises on his arms. Bucky was nowhere to be seen.

“Hey, where’s Barnes?”

“I have no idea. As soon as we got back to town, he took off. Didn’t tell me where he was going either.”

“Oh, well did you guys succeed on the mission this time?”

“Uh, no. Not this time. I gotta go back to New York though.”

“I’m coming with you.”

“No, you are not. It is way too dangerous out there for you.”

“I don’t mean I want to go dive into the crime world with you. I just want to go to New York and be right there if something bad happens, which it won’t. Please?” she placed her hands together and looked up at her best friend.

“You know I can’t resist that look.” Sam shook his head. “If I agree to let you come along, do you promise that you’re going to stay out of danger, and not leave the hotel?”

“Yes sir.”

“Okay. Then you can come with me.”

“Oh, thank you.” y/n smiled and threw her arms around his shoulders. “When do we leave?”

“As soon as possible. But we’ll need a backstory. I hope you’re good with being undercover.”

That night, y/n and Sam quickly checked into their hotel room. As they made their way to the elevator, y/n spotted some guys staring at them.

“Do you see that?” she whispered.

“See what?”

“There’s two guys over by the front desk, one by the front door, and another one by the restaurant entrance. They haven’t taken their eyes off us since we walked in.”

“It’s probably just security. I’m sure it’s fine. People tend to stare when a good looking couple stays at a nice hotel.”

“Good looking couple? Really?”

“Hey, we gotta sell this to be able to go undetected here.” Sam pressed the button required to take them to their floor. When the doors opened again, he checked the card and walked to their room. He placed his bag on the bed and sat on the edge. Y/n joined him a few seconds later.

“You’re sleeping on the couch, right?”

“Sure, if that’s what you want.”

“Well, if we have to play a couple in public, I don’t want to have to pretend to like you in the privacy of our own room.” She offered him a smiled and pulled out her laptop.

“You’re lucky you’re my best friend. Otherwise I would be greatly offended.” Sam looked over at the couch. “I’m sure if it was Bucky, you’d offer the bed up to him, wouldn’t you?”

“Not a chance. And if you two were the gentlemen I know you are, you wouldn’t make me sleep on the couch.”

“Touche.” Sam smirked and looked towards the bathroom. “Since you get the bed, I get first shower.”

“Fine. But I have to bandage that large cut on your chest.”

“Wait, how did you-“

“You can’t hide anything from me, Sammy. We’ve been friends forever. I know you by now.”

“You’re good.” By this time, he was already in the bathroom and 2 seconds later, y/n heard the shower running.

While she waited for Sam to shower, she took the opportunity to go out on the balcony. Down below, drivers in their cars rushed by and the lights across the city were bright. She had never been to New York before and she wanted to enjoy every part of it, even if she was only there for a dangerous mission.

“Hey, there you are. What are you doing out here?” Sam approached her and looked out at the lights. “It’s your turn in the shower.”

“Thanks, Sammy.” y/n headed back into the hotel room and grabbed her clothes. The shower was calling, and she could already feel the warm water cascading off her body.

As she rinsed the conditioner out of her hair, she heard a crash coming from the other side of the door, followed by hushed voices.

“What are you doing? Are you trying to break stuff?”

“Look man, is y/n around? I need her help.” Bucky clutched his lower abdomen and winced a little.

“She’s in the shower. But I don’t think she’d be up for cleaning up any more of your wounds. She’s exhausted.”

“This one…it’s serious.” He lifted up the bottom of his shirt enough for Sam to see the large gash that looked like it had been leaking blood for a while already.

“Damn, that’s-“

“Oh my god. Bucky, are you okay?”

“I could really use your help.” He looked towards y/n as she moved closer to him. She reached out to touch around the wound and Bucky jumped back at her touch.

“I’m sorry. I’ll go get my kit out of my bag.” As she hurried over to her bed in search of supplies, Sam and Bucky continued their conversation.

“You’re lucky to have her, you know.”

“She’s the best.” Sam smiled and looked back at Bucky. He was watching y/n’s every move. “Oh my goodness. I just realized why you keep coming to her to patch you up.”

“What do you mean?” Bucky responded without taking his eyes off of the girl currently on a mission to help him.

“I mean, you could go to anyone for help, but no. You come to the only girl you know that has very little experience in this field. I think the main reason you do it is because you have feelings for her.”

“What? That’s crazy. The Winter Soldier doesn’t have feelings.”

“True. But you’re not the Winter Soldier anymore, Buck.” Sam smiled. “You can let yourself be open to love now, you know that.”

“I guess you’re right.” Bucky looked down at his shirt and watched as the blood soaking through the material was finally starting to show. “But I can’t risk falling in love with someone while doing what I do. There are a lot of bad people in the world, and it would break me if one of them actually hurt y/n. Like, what if she gets caught in the crossfire? I would not be able to live with myself if that happened. So even if I did have any feelings for her, I would not be able to act on them. Bad guys use that as leverage. You should know that.”

“You know, honestly, I’m surprised one of them hasn’t come after her yet. She’s been in my life forever and I’ve made some pretty powerful enemies.”

“We have to promise to keep her out of trouble.”

“I agree.”

“Alright. I got everything I need to fix you up. Sit on the bed and make sure you stay still.”

Bucky did as he was told and only winced when it stung, which was almost constantly.

That was 5 months ago…

Y/n was currently enjoying a relaxing day back at Sam’s place, but it was interrupted when she heard the front door flying open. She got off the couch and grabbed the nearest object she could find to defend herself. Fortunately, there was no need to attack. It was only Sam, dragging in a badly beat up, barely conscious Bucky.

“What the hell happened to him?”

“Two words. Flag smashers. They got to him and there was nothing he could do to fight back.”

“What about his vibranium arm?”

“Yeah. They, uh, ripped it out and destroyed it.”

“Oh my goodness. I’ve never seen Bucky looking so helpless.” y/n sighed and pulled out the kit from the end table drawer. She kept glancing up at Bucky as she searched for the necessary supplies. When she found everything she needed, she quickly cleaned him up and dressed any wounds she could find without being too invasive. When she was sure he was asleep, she slowly made her way into the kitchen where Sam was pulling a couple drinks from the fridge. He handed one to her before opening his own.

“I figured you’d need this after everything that’s happened today.”

“Thanks, Sammy.” As the each sipped their drinks, y/n kept looking out towards the living room. “Did you get hurt?”

“No. Well, just a minor bruise on my ribcage, but it’ll go away shortly. No need to worry, darling.” Sam offered her a smile

“Why does this keep happening to him?” Y/n sighed and set her empty bottle on the counter before grabbing another one and downing half of it in seconds. “I hate seeing him like this.”

“I know you do. And I know why you’re so eager and ready to take care of him when this does happen.”

“Hmm. And why is that?��

“Over the past 8 months, the two of you have grown incredibly close. Most of that is because you’ve spent so much time patching up all of his cuts and bruises. You’re healing him and I think you enjoy healing him because you have feelings for him.”

“That’s ridiculous. Bucky is just a friend. I would do the same for you if you ever got incredibly hurt like that.”

“That may be true, but this is deeper, and you know it. Why do you keep running away from your feelings? There’s nothing to be afraid of. Bucky is a good guy.”

“Who you hated for the longest time.”

“That’s all in the past, y/n. Besides, I have never seen anyone have this much of a positive impact on him ever. Your kind heart is the reason he feels so compelled to save people.”

“Me? Why on Earth would he do it because of me?”

“Maybe you should ask him.”

“Y/n, you’re still here, right?”

“Yeah. Just in the kitchen. I’ll be right there.” y/n set her bottle down and went back out to the living room, leaving Sam behind in the kitchen. She sat on the edge of the coffee table and looked at Bucky. “Glad to see you back in the land of the conscious. How are you feeling?” y/n pulled out some new gauze and ointment and began to change the bandages.

“I’m feeling better than I was an hour ago, thanks to you.” He pulled himself up enough so she could wrap the gauze around his stomach. As she came back around, he gently grabbed her arm. “You have no idea how grateful I am that you continue to take care of me.”

“You would do the same for me if the roles were reversed.” She offered him a genuine smile and he returned one.

“That is very true. Although, I think I would lose it if the roles were reversed.”

“Why do you say that?” she asked while rubbing ointment where his arm should be.

“Well, for one, Sam would absolutely kill me if I let anything bad happen to you. Let’s just get that out of the way. But I would lose it if you were in as much pain a I am right now. I would want to hunt down the monster who did it and make them pay.”

“That’s awfully sweet. Thankfully we don’t have to go through that.” As she placed the supplies back in her kit, a question came to her mind. “Why do you always come back from a mission in far worse of a condition than Sam does?”

“We both work really hard together, but whenever the bad guys mention you or threaten you in any way, I just can’t help but fly off the deep end. I would never let them hurt you so I always need to make sure they can’t. I risk my life so you can stay as safe as possible.”

“Bucky, is that true?” she looked at him and smiled softly. He nodded and reached for her hand.

“It’s very true. It started when we first met. Sam said you were important to him, and because he’s kinda my best friend, I felt this urge to just protect you whenever possible. I know we barely interacted at all for a few months, but when you first patched me up and took care of me, something inside me changed. I’ve never felt this strongly about protecting someone I barely knew. Now I know that you’re way more than just Sam’s friend. You’re y/n. A strong, smart and insanely beautiful human being.”

“Awe, Bucky.”

“I’m not quite finished yet.” He tried to chuckle but winced when he felt a pinch in his chest. “When you and Sam were staying in New York and I came to you for help, Sam and I had a discussion. He informed me that feelings can be real, and even though the Winter Soldier didn’t have any feelings, he told me that I should be open to love again. I’m glad he told me that because it was then that I realized that whenever you were patching me up, I had slowly fallen in love with you. And not just because you take care of me all the time. But because you have the world’s kindest heart. It makes me want to be a better person.”

“Sam and I had a similar conversation just now, back in the kitchen. He asked me why I keep running away from my feelings. But now, I don’t want to run anymore. You are an incredible man Bucky Barnes & I really think I love you too.”

“Really? You love me too?”

“Of course I do.” She smiled again, squeezing his hand tightly.

“I’d ask you to kiss me to seal the deal, but Sam is currently staring at us and I don’t want to make this awkward for him.”

“Sam can deal with it.” She placed her lips where Bucky needed the healing the most. He immediately kissed back, finally thankful that Sam was such a good friend.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #mcu

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writingintheshadowsforever · 2 years

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Imagine being the Avengers weapon expert and Kate accidentally kissing you

You were in your lab working on a new staff for Yelena, after testing out her upgraded widow bites on actual mission. She barged into the lab the second she returned with a duffel bag on her shoulder, and dumped the contents out on your workstation. With no regard for the work you were already doing. She demanded that you give all of her weapons cool upgrades, and then she saw the look on your face. The blonde was one of your best friends, and you loved her. But you didn't appreciate her burying your papers, and the mini bombs under her pile of staffs, batons, guns, and knives.

She apologized profusely realizing what she did, and actually got upset thinking you were angry with her. You calmed her down, letting her know it was okay and in the future just choose an empty space to put her stuff on. She agreed and the two of you started going over ideas for her weapons.

That was about two days ago and you hadn't left the lab since. Unless it was to sleep or shower your food was delivered to your lab by Yelena or another agent. You didn't think anyone would really notice your absence around the Compound, considering your lab was already basically your home. If you weren't in there then you would be in the room. Every now and then you make the occasional trip to the kitchen to grab something out of the fridge. But other than that was it unless one of the Avengers requested your audience somewhere else.

Well that was your routine before you started hanging out with Kate on a daily basis. The archer kept her promise and even after getting her trick arrows back. She made it a habit to stop by the lab just about every single day. Unless she was on a mission, or you were working on a huge project and needed solidarity. Even then Kate would at least join you for a small lunch break, and if she noticed you were too caught up with your work. Kate would force you away from it and take out into the city to enjoy yourself.

This was one of those times Kate had a mission that would require her to be away for at least three days. At the most and you promised to spend some time with her before leaving, but here it was her last day. Before she had to depart for the mission later that night, and there had be no sign of you for almost two days. She knew what exactly what was going on, and decided to head to the lab to put a stop to it.

You were too focused on the simulations running on your laptop to realize the doors slid open. It was when your chair started moving backward pulling you away from your workstation. You became aware of the presence of the intruder, and you didn't need to turn around to see who it was.

"Kate no I'm almost done I just need to see if the end of the results, and make sure the damage of the energy waves will be controlled." You whined reaching for the desk in a last ditch effort to try and and grab it. But it was too faraway and as your body leaned forward to make up the distance. Which was still no good and if it wasn't for Kate grabbing the back of your jacket. You would've face planted on the hard concrete floor.

"And I only have a few more hours left of free time before I leave for my three day mission. Those weapons can wait and Yelena will be fine without them after all I'm going to be her partner." She told you spinning the chair around so you were facing her.

You couldn't hide the guilty look on your face when you realized that. Indeed you'd been neglecting her these past couple of days to work on the weapons.

"I'm sorry Katie the rest of my day belongs to you. Whatever you want to do I promise" You said rubbing the back of your neck with a sheepish smile.

O-Oh y-ye-yeah th-that sounds great yeah um I was thinking of-" Kate paused stumbling over her words. You calling her Katie threw her like it always did. Besides Yelena you were the only one who called her that, but when it came out of your mouth. It was way more adorable than when the blonde would use it.

You raised an eyebrow at her with a more confident smile forming now. "Did you want to go into the city?"

Kate shook her head finally pulling herself together. "No I wanted to teach you how to shoot an arrow. You told me last week that the bow and arrow was the only weapon. You truly sucked at and I want to help you master it."

The confidence vanished as you let out a nervous chuckle. "Um are you sure about that?"

"Of course its not like you'll be shooting an apple off my head or something? We'll start out with some basic target practice and go from there. Come on its going to be fun" Kate said not really giving you a choice. Her hand latched onto yours, and next you knew she was tugging you out of the chair.

You let her lead you down the hallway and into one of gyms for training. It was empty besides the two of you with nothing but wide open field. At the end was a three giant target boards spread out next to each other. There was a small table with a pretty normal looking bow and arrow on it.

"Where did you get this archery set from?" You asked picking it up to study the material a bit more closely.

"I bought it from Walmart yesterday when I went snack shopping" Kate answered. Her eyes drifting upward to the ceiling knowing you were giving her a judgmental look.

"You mean to tell me one of your best friends is literally a pro at building weapons, and has access to some of the strongest materials out there. But you choose to buy a cheap archery set at a grocery store instead of coming to me." You knew she wasn't trying to insult your skills or anything, but still you were offended.

"It was on sale and a good set for beginners. I thought it would be perfect for you rather than some of the high tech stuff. You gave me those arrows can do some serious damage y/n. I figured you wouldn't appreciate me using them for training" She explained.

When she putted broke it down like that. You couldn't argue with her decision anymore. "Alright come show me how to do this." You caved picking up the bow, and doing your best to notch one of the arrows. Your hands fiddled with the bowstring trying to place the arrow in there perfectly. When another hand covered your own and began guiding your movements. Kate rested her other hand on your waist for the time being. You could her body pressing into yours slightly from behind, but it was until your head turned to the side. And found her face just a few an inches away that you let out a shaky breath forgetting the words on the tip of your tongue.

"Hey pay attention or you'll never get this down" She chided softly nudging her chin forward.

"Oh yeah right so I just-" Your voice trailed off as you let Kate take over and guide you in putting the arrow in place. Then her other hand left your rest and came to rest on the your other hand. With her help you were able to notch the arrow, pull it back without it falling out, and released it. In the past whenever you tried to shoot an arrow it wouldn't go far before hitting the ground. This time the arrow sailed across the gym and struck one of the wooden targets. It didn't hit the bullseye but at least it made it.

Kate took a step back missing the disappointed look on your face since you were still facing away from her. "There we go let's just do that a few more times then we'll work on your aim."

For the next two hours Kate taught you basics of shooting arrows. Until you could notch the arrow and shoot it successfully without her help. After that she moved on to helping you learn how to aim better but only got ten minutes in. Before Yelena came barging into the gym in her Widow suit, and a bag slung across her shoulder.

"Bishop change of plans we need to move out in ten minutes. Go get ready and meet me at the quinjet." The blonde announced throwing a quick wave at you, and then she was gone again.

You managed to wave at her too not bothered at all by the lack of acknowledgment. Yelena was always like that when it came time for an important mission.

Kate let out a frustrated groan at having her time with you cut short. What could possibly be going on that it required them to leave almost five hours early.

You placed the bow and arrow back on the table and turned to Kate with a cheerful smile. "Its okay Katie we can pick this up when you get back."

"I know but its just I'm going to be gone so long you know" she replied walking closer to you.

"The next three days will come and go before you know it. Trust me I'm not going to replace you before then I don't think I could ever replace you."

Kate beamed at those words and without realizing it she leaned forward to press a lips to yours for just a few quick seconds. Your body froze and there was no response from you at all, but it was so fast that it didn't matter. She pulled away with a grin "that's really nice to hear y/n. I gotta go before Yelena decides she needs to hunt me down. I'll see you in three days" with those words Kate took off out of the gym. Leaving you there rooted in the that spot shock written all over your face.

It wasn't until Kate was seated in the quinjet next to Yelena buckling herself in. She realized just exactly what she did, and her eyes widened as soon as the realizations hit her.

"OH CRAP"

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ayoitspatricia · 2 years

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Could do Evie from descendants x fem shy reader

Evie finds a lost dog and it won’t leave her alone to the point it follows her everywhere she goes no matter how she many time she tries to get the dog to leave as it outsmart her *she swears that this dog is smarter than it look which is something her friends find amusing and hilarious that she is outsmarted by a dog and tease her about it 😂😂*

evie has no choice but to keep the dog until she finds it owner until she notice someone is putting a lost dog sign of the same dog she found

*she find out it the girl she like and want to be with, but can’t because she nervous and the fact she a vk. Also the dog breed is smimilar to the benji movie from 1974. he so cute and I love it and the theme 😍🥰 and if no one know the movie you have to see it*

Lost Dog

(Evie Grimhilde x fem!shy!reader)

Evie has been getting so much attention and I am here for it!! 😍

“Does anyone know whose dog this is!?” Evie exclaims as she walks into hers and Mals dorm with a fluffy dog following her, “He won’t leave me alone!”

Mal looks up from her spell book and at the dog, then at Evie, then back at the dog, then back at Evie.

“Not a clue E,” Mal then turns to Carlos, “This yours? If you want to get a load of animals at least know how to look after them-“

“Oh no, that’s not one of mine.” He interrupts, turning to Jay.

“Why the hell would it belong to me?”

Evie huffs, “Well he obviously has to be someones.”

“Yeah, one of those prissy Auradon kids most likely.” Mal goes back to reading her book.

Evie scrunched up her face in annoyance and attempted to walk towards her wardrobe. But, with every step she took, the dog just twirled around her feet which made her trip up multiple times.

When she then turned to pick up the dog, he ran away to the other side of the room. This made the group snicker as she ran after the dog.

“You know what, watching this is far more interesting than reading.” Mal smirked as she threw her book to the end of her bed.

“Don’t just sit there! Help me!” Evie whined, now crouched down on the floor, trying to scoop the dog up in her arms.

“Nah, I think we’re better of sitting this one out.” Jay replied, leaning back against the wall.

“Agreed.” Carlos slips in, before looking back at the laptop in front of him.

Evie rolled her eyes and got up from the floor, brushing off her dress. She turns around and looks in the mirror, taking the mini crown out of her hair to readjust it. Before she is able to put it back on her head, it slips out of her hands.

“Dammit,” She goes to pick it up but the dog beats her to it, running away with the crown in his mouth. “NO COME BACK!”

A week later, Evie is walking through the gardens with the rest of her friends. The dog is still by her side, to her dismay.

“I’m telling you, this dog is not just any kind of dog. He’s an intellectual genius!” Evie babbles as she continues walking.

“Have you tried just leaving him somewhere?” Jay asks her.

Mal snorts, looking at Evie, “Tell them the story.”

“Fine!” Evie scowls, “I was exhausted of having this menace of a dog follow me around all the time, so I decided to just leave him in the gardens.“

“You can’t just abandon animals like that!” Carlos exclaims.

“I don’t care Carlos! Just shut up and let me finish.” She cried, “Anyway, as I was about to go to sleep later on in the evening, I kept hearing small taps at my door. And when I opened it, the dog was there!”

“How did he even get in?” Jay questioned in disbelief.

“That’s her whole point about this whole ‘smart animal’ business.” Mal budges in.

“I just don’t understand, how could he remember where my dorm was but not his owners?” Evie frowns.

“Hey Evie,” Carlos says as he stops walking, making everyone else halt. “Isn’t that the same dog that is chewing on your dress right now.”

“Wait what? Ew, get off!” Evie lightly pulls the dog away.

Mal pulls Evie from her spot and pushes her in front of what Carlos is looking at.

In front of her is a missing dog poster, tied to the tree. She then looks at the dog on it, the same dog she’s been dealing with for the past week! At the bottom, a small piece of text reads, ‘If found, please return to Y/n Y/l/n’s dorm.’

“Oh my God!” Evie suddenly shouts which makes everyone jump, “This is Y/n Y/l/n’s dog!”

They all just look at her, and Mal scoffs, “So you’re telling me, you didn’t know that the girl you have liked for ages has a dog!?”

“No! I am yelling to you about the fact that my crush has a dog and I never knew!”

“Same thing,” Carlos shrugged and everyone looked at him, “What?”

“Well, don’t waste any time.” Mal ripped tbe poster from the tree and handed it to her, “Go, go, go!!”

“Alright, I can do this.” Evie starts running and gestures for your dog to follow, “Come on!”

“Don’t forget to confess your undying love for her!” Jay calls to her.

As Evie get’s to your dorm room, she hesitates to knock on the door. Of course she has to return the dog at some point, but she felt nervous about what you would think of her.

Would you be mad that a VK was the person who had kept your dog for a week? What if you didn’t want anything to do with her?

Evie then takes a deep breath and does two loud knocks, retreating her hand and then instantly regretting her decision.

Inside of the dorm, you was sitting by your desk creating more posters. You was worried sick, hoping that your dog had gotten in to the hands of someone kind hearted.

Your dorm was in a random place on the grounds, so it was self explanatory as to why your dog didn’t remember where to find you.

You then heard the knock and you jumped out of your seat, heart beating furiously.

As you opened the door, you felt more nervous when you realised who it was. Evie Grimhilde, the girl that you had liked for ages.

“Oh hello there Evie,” You said sheepishly, “Can I help you?”

“Oh hi Y/n, I um have your dog here.” She smiled.

“Really?” You squeal, clapping your hands in excitement.

She giggles and you look to the floor embarrassed, you then feel your chin get lifted up, “Don’t worry, that was really cute. Here you go.” Evie leans down and picks up your dog, giving him to you.

“Thank you so much! I hope he wasn’t any trouble?” You take your dog and put him into his bed. A blush was evident on your face although you tried to act confident.

“Of course he wasn’t!” Evie laughed awkwardly, remebering the events from the past week. It probably would have been best to have just told you how badly behaved your dog was, but she did not want to upset you.

“Are you sure?” You ask, “I am sorry if he wasn’t, did he do anything bad? I really am sorry-“

“Hey, it’s alright.” Evie placed a hand on your shoulder to stop your rambling. She could tell you were super anxious. “You don’t need to apologise.”

“O-okay.” You stutter.

“How about we meet after school tomorrow to discuss what adventures me and your dog got up to?”

“Yeah. Yeah! I’d like that very much.” Your cheeks were burning.

“It’s a date then.” Evie kissed your cheek, “I’ll see you soon Y/n.”

“I-I’ll see you!” You had a massive grin on your face, still unable to hide your shyness.

Evie walked as fast as she could to her dorm before slamming open the door, “I asked Y/n Y/l/n out on a date, and it’s all thanks to that dog!”

#x reader #y/n #reader insert #x fem!reader #x female reader #x fem reader #x female!reader #fluff #descendants #descendants x reader #evie grimhilde #mal descendants #puppies #dogs

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greazyfloz · 1 year

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I need some Jack Hughes angst please

Toxic

Angst: 21. “When did we become so toxic?” & 10. “xxx and we are done”

-Sad Ending-

Jack and I just left the honeymoon period. We have been going in circles following this non-stop loop, We fight, we break up, one of us apologizes (typically sex driven apologies), we come back, he are happy, then we fight and the circle goes on and on. I don’t know what changed but we went from glued to the hip to wanted almost nothing to do with eachother. There isn’t one thing in particular we fight about, but when one of us is slightly annoyed with one another, it’s known. At first, we were good at keeping it pretty private when we fought, but Jack has been more comfortable with fighting in front of friends and his family.

Tonight Jack and I made plans to stay in and have a movie night since he is getting back from a road trip. I cleaned the apartment and search through Pinterest to find something nice to cook supper waiting for him to arrive. He said earlier he would be home right before supper, and it is getting close to the time we usually eat so I picked a random recipe that ended up being quite fancy.

Jack doesn’t come home for supper and I called and texted him about 5 times because I was starting to get worried. I heard nothing. I didn’t put the supper away i just threw it out before getting ready for bed.

Around 1am I hear the front door open and close waking me up. I hear Jack open the fridge and search around before grabbing a beer. I could tell he was drunk by how loud his feet fit the floor as he made his way around the kitchen. He comes into the room slamming the door behind him making me jump. I sit up in bed and look at him. “You moving or something” Jack says holding my laptop in his hands

“What are you talking about Jack?” I say tired of this.

“Stop acting stupid Y/n” He says throwing my laptop towards me. I lands beside me then starts to slowly slip off the bed

“Jesus Christ Jack! Be careful!” I say catching my laptop before falling off, “I can’t just go out and buy a new one!” I say as Jack opens my laptop setting it on my lap. The tab that is open was a Zillow page of 1 bedroom apartments in outside of New York.

“Why are you saving up?” he says. “When you going?, HUH?! When you leaving Y/n” he continues getting louder

“Do not yell at me. Not tonight!” I say back, “I haven’t even been on my laptop in two weeks. Remember two weeks ago? The last time you were a total jackass!” I say in defense starting to raise my voice. Jack shakes his head and lets out a dark almost mean chuckle

“You’re going to blame me?” he says, “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Yes Jack, I am going to blame you!” I say, usually by now I would start crying but I am way too fired up. “What happened to our night in tonight? I was here, where were you?”

“Oh come on, you are starting this with me right now because I went out with my friends instead of babysitting my girlfriend?” he says, “Fine, leave! I don’t care!” he says throwing his hands in the air walking out of the room.

Without saying a word I grabbed a bag and start to grab things stuffing as much as I can. I make my way down the hall and head towards the front door. As I am putting on my jacket, Jack looks back at me and says “Holy fuck! You are actually leaving instead of trying to work this out? Wow!” he says standing up “Wow Y/n. Grow the fuck up!” I look at him from across the room with no expression on my face. I grab my car keys from the hook on the side and open the door. “Step out that door and we are done” Jack warns. I look at him shaking my head before leaving slamming the door behind me.

I make my way down to my car, and almost automatically cry as I am sitting there staring inside the parking garage. When I finally cleared my eyes I went down the street to the closest hotel since it was too late to bother any of my friends. In the morning I woke up and went back to the apartment to get more of my stuff. I strategically waited until Jack’s morning skate before going up.

I enter the apartment and and see Jack in the kitchen, “Hey babe” he says sadly wrapping me in his arms but I don’t hug him back. “I’m sorry about last night” he says through his lips pressed in my hair. When he lets go he looks at me confused. “What’s wrong?” he questions. I wanted to scream are you freaking stupid, but this is apart of that never ending cycle.

“I thought you were at morning skate” I start avoiding his eyes, “I’m coming to get some more of my stuff” I continued with tears threatening to fall.

“No no no no. Y/n it was a little fight. I apologized, and I won't forget again” he says knowing I am serious.

“I can’t do this anymore” I say quietly pushing past him and entering the bedroom. He follows behind me. I pack a couple bags and Jack quietly watches. I avoid looking at him while trying to gather my things until I start to pile some stuff at the door. When I look over at Jack sitting on the bed he is looking at me with tears falling down his face. I drop my bags and sit beside him on the bed. I wrap my arms around him and he covers his face in my chest letting the tears fall. I rest my chin softly on his head before saying “When did we become so toxic?”, Jack lifts his head and looks at me. I do everything not to give in. I have never seen Jack so hurt. He clears his throat and looks at me.

“What can I do?” He says, “Please Y/n, please, tell me how I can make this better” he says sniffling. I stand and look down at him tears now filling my eyes.

“We just need a little time apart” I say before picking up some of my bags and leaving.

#jack hughes imagine #jack hughes #nhl fanfiction #nhl imagine

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cariantha · 2 years

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You Look Very...

Book: Open Heart, Book 1

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Sawyer Brooks)

Word count: 1.2K

Rating: Teen

Category: Fluff

Warning: A curse word or two.

Prompt/Summary: Sawyer shows up at Ethan’s place unannounced and neither is prepared for what they see when he opens the door. This takes place after Miami but before the opera.

A/N: Inspired by the “dresses” ask from my beautiful friend @peonierose.

As she scooted out of the car, Sawyer promised, “I'll only be a few minutes."

"Not a problem, babe," her companion assured, already scrolling through their phone to keep busy while they waited.

Sawyer grasped her clutch and a file folder in one hand, the other picking up the bottom of her dress to keep it from getting snagged as she climbed the steps to the entrance of the building.

Without thinking, Sawyer buzzed herself in with a code that had previously been shared with her.

"Good evening, Miss Sawyer," the security guard greeted. "Don't you look lovely tonight."

"Why thank you, Mike," she beamed while making her way to the elevator bay. As she stood waiting for one, "Having a good night so far?"

"Can't complain." And with the ding of an available lift, "I hope you and Dr. Ramsey have a pleasant evening.”

"Thanks, but I'm actually not staying long tonight. Just dropping something off." She twisted the file in the air for him to see just as the elevator doors closed on their conversation.

After being whisked to the top floor, Sawyer walked to the door labeled 8A at the end of the hall and knocked. One hard knock, followed by two quick softer ones.

Just a few minutes prior, a frustrated Ethan shoved his laptop to the side. Having reviewed his fifth sepsis case study that day with no new insights, he threw his head to the back of the couch and ran his hands down his exhausted face. Closing his eyes, he willed himself to think of anything else but his dying mentor.

With some luck, his brain cooperated. Behind his eyelids, he had been transported to a warmer climate, where salt air tickled his nostrils, and ocean breeze cooled his heated skin. Where he sat in a similar position with the most pleasant weight straddling his lap. His hand was held in place with the most melodic rhythm beating beneath the heel of his palm…

THUMP. Thump, thump.

The familiar pattern of knocks at his door jarred him back to reality. He knew in an instant who stood on the other side, and without further thought he swiftly crossed the room to answer.

As the door gently swung open, “Sawyer? Is something wrong? Is it Na-” he paused, suddenly distracted by her appearance. “Naveen?”

“Oh, no, he’s uh…” she muttered, momentarily losing her focus. “He-he’s fine. Stable and all settled in for the night.”

Initial worry set aside, they each took a moment to appreciate the sight in front of them.

Sawyer sucked in and held the breath that had just escaped from between Ethan’s lips.

He stood barefoot before her. The only article of clothing on his body, soft cotton pajama pants, accentuated his V-cut abs. Blues followed greens as they traced the defining lines of his bare pectoral, trapezius and deltoid muscles, ending on the patch of dark hair just below his navel.

Ethan’s abs involuntarily constricted. A muscle memory triggered by her stare, one he had caught before through a slightly fogged mirror.

Then it was his turn to admire her. Starting with the point of her black leather heel, his eyes trailed up her silky smooth bare leg, to where the slit in her dress rested just inches from where he imagined delicate black lace panties. When his eyes reached the top half of the hourglass, he unconsciously bit his bottom lip, wondering if the exposed skin of her shoulder felt as pillowy soft and tasted as sweet as he remembered.

Sawyer was the first to break the sizzling tension.

“I’m so sorry, I’m an idiot,” she shook her head and averted her eyes. “I should have called or texted instead of just showing up unannounced.”

Since Miami they had only met in neutral locations to work on and discuss Naveen’s case. The temptation of being alone in his apartment was too great a risk.

“I don’t mind,” Ethan said sincerely.

Casually leaning against the door jamb, he searched her face for any clue as to why she stood at his door. “I thought we agreed to take the night off. What brings you by?”

“We did, but I was reviewing some case files in the records department at the end of my shift and found something that I thought would be helpful,” holding the file up. “The patient’s test results are almost identical to Naveen’s,” she said excitedly, “and the course of treatment prescribed had very promising results.”

“Sawyer, you know case files aren’t supposed to leave the file room, right?”

“I know, but I told Maggie that it was for you. She has a huge crush on you, and with the promise that you’d personally return it tomorrow, she agreed to let me, well technically you, borrow it,” she winked.

“Jesus, Rookie,” he said, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You really are a pain in the ass.”

“And you secretly love it,” she said with a flirtatious smile.

He couldn’t deny it.

“Well, why don’t you come in and we can review it?” he suggested, stepping back slightly to make room for her to enter.

“I can’t stay. I have another commitment tonight. They’re actually waiting for me downstairs. I promised I’d only be up here for a few minutes,” she explained, wishing more than anything she could cancel her plans.

That’s when the realization slapped him in the face. Dressed like that, of course she had other plans. She was obviously someone’s date for the evening.

Even though he felt like a bullet just pierced his heart, Ethan moved his hand gesturing to her dress and spoke matter-of-factly, “Of course you do. Sorry, I wasn’t thinking. You shouldn’t keep your date waiting any longer.”

“My date?” she asked, confused. Then quickly understanding how the situation had been misconstrued, and wanting there to be no mistake, she clarified. “I mean I guess technically I’m her date for the night. My roommate, Sienna, purchased tickets for a black tie fundraiser event. It’s to support the local animal shelters. It means a lot to her, and her dick of a boyfriend ditched her at the last minute, so I agreed to fill in.”

Had his feet not been firmly planted, the wave of relief that hit him would have certainly knocked him over. “That’s a…” he caught himself, “that’s...kind of you.”

“I don’t want to keep you two from enjoying your evening. Thank you for bringing me the file. I’ll review it and we can discuss it in the morning.”

As she took a step closer and extended the file toward him, his hand covered hers where it gripped the manila folder.

“Sawyer?”

“Yeah?”

He tugged her a little closer then slowly dragged the fingertips of his other hand across her bare shoulder and down her exposed arm. He swallowed and then lowered his voice, “You look…very…”

With raised eyebrows, “Appropriate?” she offered softly.

“Yes, appropriate,” chuckling quietly at what had apparently just become an endearing inside joke.

“Ethan?”

“Yes?”

“You look very…inappropriate,” she breathed, scanning the expanse of his chest again. “Which is why if I don’t leave this instant…” she trailed off.

He squeezed her hand, a silent acknowledgement of the same desire pulsing through his veins. As Sawyer looked from her wrapped hand to Ethan’s thirsty eyes, he loosened his hold enough for her to gently pull away.

“Goodnight, Ethan.”

“Goodnight, Rookie.”

A/N: I kind of want to write a sequel now about them fantasizing about each other that night. Maybe my first smutty fic?🤔 I'll think about it...no promises.

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#open heart #open heart choices #open heart fanfic #ethan ramsey #ethan ramsey x mc #ethan x mc #ethan x sawyer #choices stories you play #choices open heart #playchoices #choices fic writers creations #cfwc fics of the week

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akariarda · 5 months

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Movie night

request from ao3.

Misako and Garmadon are watching a movie together in their bedroom.

"What should we watch?" Misako exclaimed as she sat on the bed next to Garmadon.

"You brought popcorn," Garmadon noticed with pleasure.

"Are we going for illegal streaming?"

"That's where the best things are," Misako replied. "Now, any suggestions?"

"Hmm, maybe something adventurous or futuristic, I don't know... Do you have any ideas?"

"I was thinking something set in the past, maybe Greece or even a movie about Napoleon," she suggested.

"I'm not really up for that," Garmadon responded. "Star Wars?"

Misako shook her head in response.

"Asterix and Obelix?" Garmadon looked at her and laughed. "That's a cartoon for kids."

"But it's really good," she insisted. "What's it even about?" Garmadon asked through laughter.

"It's about a tribe of Gals who fight against Romans trying to occupy them,"

Misako explained. "You never watched it when you were little? It's a cult classic."

"We didn't have television when I was little," Garmadon reminded her.

"Oh right, I always forget," Misako replied.

"I watched it when it first came out, but I don't remember much. What are you looking up?" he asked when he saw Misako fiddling with her laptop.

"Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit," she answered.

"I love those, they're my favorite movies we've ever watched together."

"You know they're my favorite overall, but we watch them all the time."

"Is it possible that you're tired of them?" Garmadon teased.

"Never," Misako replied and kissed his nose. "I just want to try something new."

"Maybe... a horror movie!?" Garmadon exclaimed and leaned over Misako, causing the popcorn to spill.

"Garmadon!" she exclaimed, although it was mostly because of the spilled popcorn.

"You know I hate horror movies. I'm scared of them and I don't understand why people willingly scare themselves for no reason."

It's strange that you're not afraid of your FBI shows, they're much more realistic," Garmadon said, grabbing a popcorn from the bed.

"There are no fantastic creatures, although they're real in njago. Plus, I love the story behind it with the characters."

"That's understandable," Garmadon said and only then did it seem like Misako noticed the scattered popcorns.

She gathered everything she could into a bowl, and those that fell apart she threw on the floor.

"We'll clean it up later," Garmadon emphasized, not wanting her to start now.

"I'll go make more popcorn," Misako told him. "You put whatever you want, as long as it's not a horror movie."

"Okay," Garmadon replied as he fiddled with the page.

"And?" Misako asked him, sitting next to him.

"I love your popcorn the most," Garmadon enthusiastically said and kissed her forehead.

"Asterix and Obelix?" Misako asked incredulously. "I thought you didn't watch children's cartoons?"

"Even the best ones happen," Garmadon replied and paused the movie.

"Imagine how great it would be if there was a magical potion like the one they use to become stronger."

"I thought you were strong enough on your own," Misako teased him.

"I am," Garmadon replied. "I meant for you."

Just then, Misako hit him with a pillow.

"What are those twelve labors of Hercules?" Garmadon asked her and stopped the movie.

"Those are the twelve impossible tasks Hercules had to complete to cleanse his sins. Now they do them differently."

The movie continued, and Garmadon became more and more interested.

Misako was tired and gently rested her head on Garmadon's shoulder, closing her eyes.

"Hey, sleepyhead, wake up," Garmadon gently shook her. "How can you sleep during the most exciting part? Obelix just ate the entire restaurant!"

"Maybe we can continue tomorrow," Misako suggested and yawned.

"Fine," Garmadon grumbled. "But we have to continue tomorrow. This is the best children's cartoon I've ever watched that adults can enjoy too."

"I'm glad, my love, I'm glad," Misako smiled as Garmadon excitedly talked about the movie, while slowly drifting off to sleep.

#ninjago #misako montgomery garmadon #lord garmadon #young misako #young garmadon #Garmasako #Garsako #Movie

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