#you should be deep cleaning your new house anyway! | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

moonlightpetalz6 · 7 months

Text

Kinktober Day 1 (Praise Kink)

Character: Sebastian (Stardew Valley)

Reader: Fem Reader!

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, Praise kink, smut, pet names, unprotected sex, harsh language, mentions of alcohol, mentions of cigarettes,

Wc: 4,795

A/n: AAAAAH Finally I can start posting these! anyways I really hope you enjoy this story! I tried my best to label all the warnings, so I apologize if I missed any! Anyways! I fucking love Sebastian in Stardew he was the first one I ever married in game!

______________________________________________________________

"If you keep glaring like that, you'll get wrinkles." You scoffed, bringing your drink to your lips as you glanced at your friend Leah, who happily munched on a salad, giving you a playful grin as she pointed her fork in the direction your eyes had been staring daggers at just seconds ago. At the other end of the Stardrop Saloon stood your recent ex-boyfriend Sam and his usual gang, except this time there was someone new with them. Your eyes took in the sight of your ex's arm tightly wrapped around Penny's shoulders as he went and kissed the top of her head, causing your heart to ache as you slightly cringe at the sight. "He's such a dick, right?" Leah questioned, tilting her head towards Gus, who silently cleaned one of his glasses. Gus opened his eyes, glancing from the two girls over to the group of young adults whose laughs echoed throughout his salon.

"Would you like another drink, Y/n? on the house?" He questioned, getting ready to give the farmer another cup. You took one last look at the new couple before letting out a deep sigh while pinching the bridge of your nose, feeling a slight headache approaching. "No, I think I should start heading back home. I have to wake up early to help Pierre with some new sales ideas he has." The two let out small sympathetic 'ahs' at your words while giving nods of understanding. You carefully rummage through your jeans, pulling out what you owe and slapping it on the counter as you wave goodbye to everyone who acknowledged your exit. You carefully swing the door open, closing your eyes as the night breeze hits your slightly flushed cheeks, letting out a contempt sigh as you lean against the Saloon, staring up into the night sky.

'Come on Y/n it's been like two months now, get over it.' You thought, annoyed with your feelings. 'Maybe I should try dating again? I am pretty busy, though, with Winter coming in just a few months.' Letting out another deep sigh, you kick yourself off the wall, shoving your hands in your jeans pockets as you turn to return to the farm. Before you could even take the first step back, the doors to the Saloon opened as a familiar figure stepped out in front of you, causing you to stop all movement. "Oh, you're still here, Y/n?" Sebastian questioned, a cigarette between his lips as he looked down at you, slightly surprised to see your form next to him. You took a small step back as your body shifted, showing discomfort at the man's sudden appearance. Sebastian didn't say anything as he eyed you silently while lighting his cigarette.

"Uh…hey, yeah, I was just about to head back." You mumbled, unable to make eye contact with your ex's best friend. Sebastian hummed his eyes, boring holes into your unaware figure as he let out a puff of smoke while carefully leaning against the Saloon. "Is that right? You want to keep me company for a bit?" His words catch you by surprise as you look up at his mouth, slightly open in awe. Sebastian gives you a barely noticeable smirk, amused with your reaction, as he raises a brow, tilting his head down to get a better look at you. "What? Just cause you and Sam are no longer together doesn't mean I have to stop talking to you, does it?" He scoffed, eyes narrowing as he clicked his tongue. You grew nervous with that as you quickly waved your hands out while stuttering over your words as you tried to devise excuses.

"T-that's not! I- well, it's just you guys are so close and…um…I… I'm sorry." You admit defeat as you bend over from guilt. Sebastian just let out a small chuckle while ruffling your head as he let out another cloud of smoke. "Good to see you haven't changed since we last talked." He mumbled while motioning for you to join him against the wall. After a moment of hesitation, you decide to entertain your old friend, having not talked to anyone besides Leah since the breakup. "You're right…I haven't changed at all." You admitted while looking down at the ground, tapping your feet together. Sebastian's eyes narrow as he takes in your pitiful form, his chest tightening with disgust as he recalls how you used to smile whenever he saw you with Sam. An awkward silence falls between you, neither knowing what to say to the other after having not spoken in two months.

"Did you see Sam and Penny?" Finally, Sebastian addresses the two people filling your vision the entire night. He doesn't take your eyes off your form, watching you stiffen at the mention of his best friend and new girlfriend. He hesitates momentarily, debating whether he should hit you with the harsh reality of their situation or leave you to your deluded thoughts. "... They're dating now." He finally starts watching as your body trembles, causing his jaw to clench as he feels a bit of rage cloud his vision, not liking the effect his best friend still had on you. Sebastian bites his lip before going to continue with his words. "They've been dating since-!" His words cut off, eyes widening in shock as he feels your petite, but rough hands press against his mouth as you stand on your tiptoes, your body trembling.

"Please… don't continue, I u-understand." Your voice sounded so pathetic and broken to the programmer as he listened to the minor hiccups that left your lips. "Hey, are you crying?" He mumbles carefully, going and caressing your cheek, feeling like his heart was stabbed with a pickaxe when he handles your damp skin under his fingers. Sebastian had only ever seen you cry once during the after-party of one of their band's gigs. Everyone was out cold from partying too hard, but Sebastian had woken up to use the bathroom, his head swirling from the alcohol as he staggered towards the bathroom. When he reaches out to grab the doorknob, he is shocked to see it swing open, his sleepy and intoxicated eyes locking with your surprised, tear-filled ones. "...Sam broke up with me." After staring at each other for an eternity, you whispered to Sebastian.

Scowling at the memory, Sebastian cups both sides of your face, carefully rubbing his thumbs in circles across the bags under your eyes, most likely due to the lack of sleep you have suffered since the breakup. "Hey…hey shhh. Don't cry, Y/n, oh come on, princess, look at me." He cooed, his face inches from yours as he made eye contact with you. "Oh Y/n, you poor thing…geez, why didn't you come to me if you were suffering so much?" You couldn't say anything to the man before you as you cried, feeling your throat ache with each pathetic sob. You look up at Sebastian, his eyes no longer holding that annoyed and lazy look this time; they're much softer and filled with love and compassion as he gives you a small smile. "I-I'm sorry, Sebastian, I don't mean to," He cuts you off, pulling you into a tight embrace as he carefully rubs circles along your back.

"Shhh, don't apologize, Y/n." He whispered, nuzzling his chin against the top of your head as he took in your scent, his heart racing as he gave your body a small squeeze of reassurance. "Just cry it out for me, okay?" He asked, a small smile ghosting his lips as he felt your body starting to relax. "There we go, that's a good girl." As the words left his lips, you heard the door to the Saloon open, causing whoever just left to hear everything. You go to pull away from Sebastian's comforting embrace, not wanting to have people get the wrong idea. However, his grip suddenly tightens as he rests a hand on your head, pressing your face further into his chest. "Y/n? Sebastian?" Your eyes widened at the familiar voice, your body stiffening as your heartbeat against your ribs. Sebastian rubs circles on your lower back once again as he lets out a lazy hum while looking over at his best friend and Penny standing just inches away from the two of you.

"Oh hey…you two going home for the night?" He asked with a bored tone, utterly different from the gentle, caring one he had with you moments ago. Your mind starts to wander off as you think back to his words from earlier, finally processing. 'Princess? Good girl?' You thought your cheeks were quickly heating up as steam practically danced from your head, heart pounding as embarrassment overcame you. 'W-what the hell was with that?! A-and this current situation…oh no, Sam's going to get the wrong idea-!' Your rapid thoughts are put to a dead halt as you feel Sebastian's hand suddenly slide down to your ass, his palm gently rubbing circles along the squishy flesh before giving it a slight squeeze causing you to jump as you hid deeper into his chest. "Y/n? Are you okay?" You heard Sam question with that sickening sweet tone he would use when you used to date, indicating he was worried for you.

"She's fine, just had a bit too much to drink tonight, right, Y/n?" You felt Sebastian dip his head close to your ear, his warm breath hitting your already flushed skin as he quietly whispered his following words. "Right, sweet girl? Be a good girl for me, and nod your head so he can beat it." He growled the last part as his grip on your ass tightened, causing a small whimper to leave your lips while the man chuckled. You do as told while slightly peaking past Sebastian's arms, your eyes still teary from your minor breakdown moments ago. "Y-yeah, Sebastian's right." This earned you a small reward as you felt his thumb carefully rub circles along your hip. You said nothing after that, internally praying for the two to leave so you could hurry up and return to the farm. Your thoughts soon drifted as you inhaled the smell of Sebastian's hoodie; he smelled of cigarettes and motor oil, hinting that he must have been working on his bike at some point today. You felt your mind get fuzzy as you nuzzled closer to him, causing the man to stiffen as his arms squeezed around you, resting his chin on your head again.

Sam stood there momentarily before nodding, a nervous smile crossed his face. "Ah, I see! I was just about to walk Penny home. Do you want me to take Y/n back to the farm for you?" Sam asked, his eyes only leaving your form to glance at his best friend for a second. "Nah, I'm going to take her back home. You worry about getting your girl home." Sebastian laughed, though you felt his annoyance as he tapped a finger against your skin. Sam hesitated momentarily before complying when he felt Penny tug on his sleeve. With a slight frown, Sam nods his head while giving you both one last look. "Right…get home safe then." The two walked off, leaving you and Sebastian alone outside the Saloon. You listened as he let out a deep sigh, his entire body seeming to relax as he carefully rubbed his hand up and down your back while letting out a small laugh. "Finally, I thought he'd never leave." he joked, arms still holding you close. You felt yourself growing hot as you carefully tried to pull away.

"U-um, Sebastian, I should get home now." You whispered, avoiding looking up at him. Sebastian hummed, tilting his head to look down at you, his eyes narrowing as a lazy smirk tugged at his lips. "Oh, that's right, I have to get my good girl home~" He cooed, causing your eyes to widen as you looked up at him in shock, your mouth open to shout who knows what at him. Still, he was ready for this as he went and pressed his lips to yours, one hand carefully capturing your chin between his thumb and index finger as he tilted your head up to deepen the kiss. At first, your body is stiff from shock, your mind trying to process how all this was happening as your wide eyes stared straight into Sebastian's narrowed eyes. He smirked against the kiss as he pressed your body closer, his free hand trailing up and down your side, causing your body to relax as you slowly gave in to the feeling.

The two of you slowly pull away from the kiss, a small string of saliva still attaching your lips as he presses his forehead against yours, his hand carefully caressing your cheek. "Are you lonely, baby?" He whispers, brushing his lips against yours, his eyes filled with desire as he slides his thumb down your lower lip, watching the plump skin tug with his digit, causing him to lick his lips. "Do you want me to take care of you, sweet girl? I can fix that lonely feeling, Y/n." His words cause you to shiver as a small whimper leaves your lips, tears filling your eyes as you feel your chest swell with joy at his praise, your ears wanting to hear more of it. "Come on baby…tell me what you want like a good girl." He kisses along your jaw as his hands ravish over your squirming body, eagerly awaiting your response. You bite your lip as you try to think of the consequences if you take the man in front of you home. You look up at him with a slight pout on your lips as he gives you a lazy smirk; however, his eyes hold nothing, but admiration mixed with lust as he stops, his hands gripping your hips with one last squeeze. "What's wrong, princess?" He whispered, feeling your hands grip at his hoodie.

"Sebastian I…I want you to take me home."

_______

As soon as the door to your house shut, Sebastian was all over you. His hands roamed around your body as he slid them up your shirt, kneading at your encaged breasts as he breathed a deep sigh into your ear. "S-sebastian, wait! We just walked in!" You cried, trying to push him away but failing as he went and pressed your front against the wooden floor, grinding against your ass as he leaned over you, licking the shell of your ear. "I'm sorry, princess, but I can't wait anymore. You're just too fucking cute." He growled, his hands making quick work of your shirt as he unclipped your bra, watching your breasts bounce with each grind of his hips. "So, fucking perfect princess." He whispers, going to pinch at your hardened nipples, earning a slight squeal out of you as your hips move back against his, causing him to bite his lip at the sudden friction.

"Fuck do you like that Y/n? Does my sweet baby girl have sensitive nipples? Do you like me playing with them between my fingers like this?" He laughs as he gives a rough pinch to them, causing your back to arch as a low moan escapes your lips. "Y/n, do you want to know a secret?" He whispers while flipping you onto your back, making sure to grab each of your legs as he wraps them around his waist, pressing the bulge in his pants against your clothed pussy, a slight blush on his cheeks as he looks down at you with a lustful gaze. "I've always wanted you. From the moment you moved here, I wanted to make you such a good girl who I could spoil." He admitted while sinking to leave kisses from your neck towards your chest as he carefully started sucking on one breast, an intense shiver running through his body as he listened to your moans, feeling you squirm underneath him.

"Sam didn't deserve to have you princess." He moans his teeth, lightly biting the sensitive bud, causing you to let out a small cry, bucking your hips up to meet his own, causing him to chuckle as he pulls away from your breast with a small pop before sitting up straight. "Such a good girl~" He purrs while slowly pulling down your jeans, his lips trailing kisses down your thigh to your ankle as he lets out a small gasp, his eyes locking with the wet spot soaking through your panties, just begging for him to lick it all up. "Such a good girl, Y/n…" He whispers while sinking his head between your thighs, pressing a small kiss against the slick-coated fabric, causing your pussy to twitch as you watch him with hooded eyes, small pants of anticipation leaving your lips. "How long has it been, princess?" He whispers before dragging his tongue up and down the fabric slowly and tormentingly. "When was the last time someone made this pretty pussy of yours feel so good?" he growled while tearing the material out of the way, his tongue invading every inch of your dripping hole.

Your eyes shoot open as you slap a hand over your mouth, a deep groan leaving your lips at the sudden pleasure jolting throughout your body as your muscles tense up. "F-fuuuuuuck." You cry, a hand reaching out to grab at his dark locks. He grabs your wrist, stopping your movement with a slight chuckle as he pulls away from your pussy. Your juices make his mouth messy as he slowly licks his lips, shaking his head. "Uh uh~ answer my question, princess…when was the last time a guy was inside you?" He leans over your body, lips inches from yours, slowly slips a finger past your folds, rubbing teasing circles around your clenching hole. You whine from the act while wiggling your hips, wanting to feel the digit deep inside you. "Come on, baby~ Just answer my question, and I'll reward you like the good girl you are." He teased, eyes clouded with lust as he tugged at his pants with his free hand, letting out a small groan from being so pent up.

You look at him with a slight pout as he bites his lip, almost reaching his breaking point from how adorable you looked underneath him. "S-since Sam and I dated…I haven't fucked anyone else, so please…mmh…please make me feel good, Sebby~" You made sure to drag out the little nickname hoping it would give you some reaction, and boy, were you right. Sebastian clenched his teeth together, eyes narrowing as they clouded with pure desire as he licked his lips. "Since Sam, huh?" He asks a hum towards the end. Your eyes widen as your mouth forms an o when you feel his rough and lengthy finger sink deep inside you, causing your back to arch as you grip his biceps, watching his eyes travel down to his hand. "Then my poor baby hasn't been satisfied in so long…" he whispers before sliding another finger inside your needy hole, watching as his fingers go in and out each time, coated in a new layer of your beautiful juices.

"You're doing such a good job baby, oh such a good fucking job." he moans, watching as your body squirmed underneath him while feeling you needily clenching around his fingers, causing his cock to twitch in his pants as he growls, biting into the crook of your neck. "Princess, look at me, sweetheart." He breathes while carefully adjusting your gaze onto him. "Did you know he used to brag about you all the time?" He confessed, eyes locking with your clouded ones as he slowly freed himself from his pants, a slight hiss leaving his lips as his cock sprang against his chest. "He used to tell me all the time how sexy you were…" You feel your eyes roll to the back of your head as you hear the man fingering you talk about how your ex used to praise you to others, finding yourself disgusting for getting aroused.

"He was right but failed to mention how cute you are. Such a cute and obedient pussy~" He sang, a cocky smile on his face as he watched your body shiver underneath him, watching your eyes tear up as your pussy clenched around his fingers, indicating that you had found your release. Sebastian whispers sweetly into your ear as he slows down his fingers, still pumping them through your orgasm. "That's it, princess…such a good girl for me~" he praised while placing kisses all over your cheek as you frowned, trying to get the words to leave your mouth between heavy breaths. "I-i'm not… I'm disgusting." You whimpered, allowing your inner thoughts to come out. Sebastian frowned at this as he went and pulled your legs over his shoulders, causing you to squeak as he removed your limp body closer to him. "W-what are you doing?" You cried, still trying to come down from your orgasm as you pushed at his abdomen.

Sebastian says nothing as he slowly slides his tip along your wet folds, watching the juices mix with his precum. "He's tried to ruin you…" he mumbles while positioning himself against your throbbing hole, his eyes slowly locking with yours as he grits his teeth. "Be a good girl for me, okay princess? You'll be my pretty little slut and take it all, right?" He smiles at his words while capturing your lips in a deep passionate kiss before sliding his cock into your tight hole, causing you to whimper and whine at the sudden intrusion, a few tears escaping from your eyes. Sebastian groans, his rough hands sliding up and down your hips reassuringly before pulling away his brows knit together as he kisses the corner of your lips. "So good, Y/n…such a good girl for me, princess." He mumbled, slowly moving his hips as he watched each pleasurable expression cross your face at the feeling of him inside you.

"S-sebbyyyy," You whined, wrapping your arms around his neck while needily placing sloppy kisses along his neck, causing him to laugh in adoration, loving how cute you were being for him. "What is it, princess? What does my sweet girl want me to do?" He happily lends you his ear, so happy to hear you moaning out his name like you did so many times in his fantasies when he sat at home jerking himself off in the basement. You look up at him, lips swollen from him kissing you so aggressively, cheeks flushed as a bit of drool slipped from the corner of your mouth. "Please move! I wanna feel good!" You whined desperately, causing a soft and caring smile to appear on his face. "As you wish, princess." He whispered before pulling away from you, legs still tossed over his shoulders as his grip on your hips tightened.

You gasped and moaned as his thrusts became more aggressive, the feeling of his cock rubbing against your squishy walls filling your mind as you tossed your head back, your loud and pitiful moans echoing throughout the quiet and dark house. Sebastian looks down at you, a slight blush on his cheeks, his breathing heavy as he watches your fucked out expression, his cock twitching inside you as he brings one of his hands to your chest, giving a squeeze as he desperately tries to thrust as deep as he could inside you. "Smile for me, baby~ ah, come on smile! Fuck show me that pretty smile, baby~" He whined, watching as you brought your head to face him, your expression causing him to swallow back a loud moan as he felt himself about to cum at just the sight. You looked up at him; the moonlight barely lit the area, showing your eyes shining from the tears of pleasure that had dampened your soft skin. Your cheeks were so flushed as drool slid down your chin when your lips tugged up into a fucked-out smile as you reached your arms up to cup his face.

Sebastian looked down at you with wide eyes, his mouth open in awe as he felt his chest swell with nothing but love for the farm girl. "Sebby~ Am I a good girl? I did as told please tell me I'm a good girl!" You whined, feeling his cock hit that one spot you needed as you reached your second orgasm causing your tongue to stick out at him, his eyes turning feral. "Fuck princess…yeah, you're such a good fucking girl, alright baby." He suddenly pulls out, causing you to let out a needy whine, having not had enough of his cock inside you just yet. "Whose dick do you like more princess? Mine or Sam's?" He suddenly questions before slamming his entire length back inside your sensitive pussy, ignoring that you had just released for the second time that night.

"It's mine right princess?" He growls, watching your tits bounce up and down at his faster pace. You can't say anything too fucked out by the intense pleasure you were receiving. Sebastian grunts and groans, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he feels his cock wanting to paint your walls so pretty with his cum. "Come on baby say my dick is better. Come on, say it! Say it, oh god, say it with those pretty lips of yours, Y/n~" He whines, sticking his tongue out as he captures your lips in another sloppy kiss, listening to your lewd juices echoing throughout the house, his mind going crazy. He pulls away from the kiss, watching the strings of saliva fall back onto you, his heartbeat pumping through his ears as he pried your mouth open with two fingers.

"Say it for me, princess, and I'll give you such a good reward~ Just say it, baby. Come on, be my good, naughty girl~" He whined, desperate for you to say the words that would show him you no longer belonged to his best friend and that you were now finally his perfect girl who would do anything to be praised by him. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you start feeling the knot in your stomach for the third time that night. The words barely leave your lips above a whisper, but he can still hear it. "Y-Your dick, Sebbyyyy! Mm, I like your dick more, Sebastian!" A deep growl leaves his throat as he presses his hips right against yours feeling himself ejaculating into your messy pussy, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he feels your walls clenching around him. You lay there too fucked out of your mind as you felt his cum filling your insides, a happy smile crossing your face as you watched Sebastian unconsciously try to push any cum that leaked out back inside when he pulled out.

"That's my good girl~ so perfect for me~" He muttered while picking you up bridal style, leaving kisses along your face as he took you to your bed, carefully laying you down as he brushed a few strands of hair from your face. You hummed, tired eyes looking up at him as you leaned into his touch. "I'll grab you some water," he mumbled, giving you another kiss before heading towards the kitchen. As he patiently waited for the glass to fill, he noticed his phone going off, causing him to flip it open and look at the name of the person trying to call him.

Sam

"Yeah?" Sebastian muttered, holding the phone up to his ear as he stopped the running water, making sure to have a tight grip on the cup, not wanting to break it. "Hey, I was calling to see if you made it home yet! I know you said you were taking Y/n home earlier. Did she get back safe?" Sam's voice laughed from the other end, instantly asking questions. Sebastian enters the room, stopping when he sees your sleeping face pressed against the pillow. He smiles quietly, walking over to you and placing the cup on your nightstand. "Yeah, we returned to her place a while ago." He admitted waiting to see if his best friend caught the fact he said 'we' instead of just you. Sam hesitates for a second, causing a slight smirk on Sebastian's lips as he awaits the blond's following words.

"Are you still at her place then?'

Sebastian just hummed as he sat on the edge of your bed, carefully playing with a strand of your hair as he looked down at you, eyes filled with love.

"Of course, I'd still be at her house. After all, she's my girl now~."

3K notes · View notes

deadbydad-writes · 3 months

Text

Professor! Miguel O'Hara Smut Headcanons

Sorry I've been gone for so long, school and family stuff happened and yeah, but I'm back! And, I have a gift! There isn't enough of Professor Miguel O'Hara tbh

Professor! Miguel O'Hara who had went up to you after class, asking you why you were failing your Spanish tests and why you weren't doing well on your work.

Professor! Miguel O'Hara who had offered to privately tutor you himself, offering to give you lessons after school and even on the weekends if possible

Professor! Miguel O'Hara who had invited you to study there on the weekends, saying that it was better for him to help you there instead of some old boring classroom

Professor! Miguel O'Hara who you started to have catch feelings for, noticing how bigger he was compared to you but he was always gentle with you

Professor! Miguel O'Hara who had eyed your body after sometime, admiring how you acted around him and how much you had improved with your Spanish.

Professor! Miguel O'Hara who started to give you small kisses on your cheek, forehead, neck and shoulders whenever you passed a quiz or finished your work on time.

Professor! Miguel O'Hara who had you laid out on his own bed, his lips pressed against yours and his fingers buried deep inside your dripping cunt after you went to his house to show him your grade in his class.

Professor! Miguel O'Hara who had one hand gripping your waist, his palm warm against your skin as he had your legs around his own waist.

Professor! Miguel O'Hara who whispered sweet praises and promises in your ear as he gripped the headboard of his bed as he fucked his large cock into your tight pussy, making you moan and squirm underneath him in pleasure.

Professor! Miguel O'Hara who kissed and nibbled on your neck, saying that he would put his baby in you, mark you as his own, telling you how beautiful you would look with your belly all round and full and your tits swollen with milk.

Professor! Miguel O'Hara who fucked you until you came on his cock, screaming his name as you arched your back off the bed and your nails digging into the skin of his back and shoulders.

Professor! Miguel O'Hara who filled you up with his cum until you felt it drip out of you and down your thighs, whining in discomfort as he pulled out.

Professor! Miguel O'Hara who cleaned the mess up with his tongue, coaxing you into another orgasm as he lapped at your soaked folds, a grin on his face as he pulled himself away from in-between your thighs.

Professor! Miguel O'Hara who bathed and cleaned you, dressed you in a set of new clean panties and one of his shirts, admiring how big it was on you.

Professor! Miguel O'Hara who wrapped his arms around you, spooning you from behind as he placed his hands on your stomach, whispering in your ear how good of a mommy you were gonna be and how well he would treat you.

Professor! Miguel O'Hara who held you close and watched you fall asleep in his arms, kissing your forehead as he too drifted off to sleep.

How did I do on this? Please let me know in the comments, and hey should I do a part two of this?

If you have any suggestions, for if there is gonna be a next part to this, then please do tell me in my inbox! I would love to hear some ideas from you guys!

Anyway, I hope you guys liked this! I love you guys, and I'm so excited to be writing again!

Also, here is a link to this list!

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel spiderman #miguel spiderverse #atsv miguel #miguel x reader #across the spiderverse #smut writing

1K notes · View notes

bluecollarmcandtf · 3 months

Note

I'm so annoyed, my best friend has such an asshole for a husband. He basically never pays attention to her, all he cares about sport, beer and his friends. He never helps around the house and he's a lazy slob! He's always at the gym or going to the game with his bros. He's such a prick, maybe he should just be date his bros since he's so obsessed with them. He's always complaining about his wife "bothering him". Plus who would want to marry a slob anyway, as a husband he should be devoted to cleaning his house and caring about who he is married to.

I think I found the guy you're talking about, and you're totally right about him being an asshole. Your friend deserves better than an uncaring, selfish, pig-of-a-husband. That girl has tolerated him for too long! She won't be seeing him or his sexist buddies ever again when I'm done here...

Just look at him! The first thing he does when he gets home is grab a beer and park that fat ass of his on the couch. Sure, he might hit the gym later on his way to the bar, but he's not planning on helping his wife out with dinner. He's not really planning on talking to her at all until he needs a blow job later tonight.

You mentioned his name was Brett, I think?

Well, Brett can barely hold a job. He's lucky you gave him a chance and got him a gig as a delivery man. I think he's been doing this for a month now, but he absolutely resents the work. Brett can't really enjoy anything unless he has a beer in his hand, and he absolutely hates wearing that stuffy little uniform.

Nevertheless, he's been consistently showing up so far; probably because his wife is waking him up, washing his clothes, and feeding him breakfast. Brett essentially only uses her as a maid and sex toy!

It's a good thing I've got something planned for Brett today as he starts his delivery rounds. He doesn't notice me following as he grumpily carries a package out of his truck, and he doesn't have time to react when I reach out and grab the back of his head.

"You're not going to move," I command, sinking my fingers into the soft parts of his skull, "You're going to let me in."

A deep sigh blows out of Brett's mouth, and I know his willpower is gone. "I'm not going to move. I'll let you in..." he repeats numbly.

With permission, I shoot inside his mind, discovering much of what I expected. His thoughts revolve around meeting up with his bros after work. He hasn't genuinely cared to think about his wife in ages. His mind is just as simple and unlikeable as he is.

Good thing I'm here to change it!

"Brett, I'm changing your thoughts. You like that. You want me to rewrite you."

"You're..." he struggles to form words, "You're changing my thoughts. I like that. I want you to rewrite me..."

"Good," I grin maliciously.

Bringing my lips closer to his ear, I begin to fill his head with his new personality. He accepts all his new goals and dreams wholeheartedly. I imagine, you will like them. They're the ones you asked for...

Done for now, I pull out of his mind, whipping Brett back into consciousness! He gasps for air as he regains his senses, but then something overtakes him. He's taken off running down the street!

I follow behind, knowing exactly where he'll end up. I must say that I enjoy watching his thick ass jogging away in those tight brown shorts. He's a lot more muscular than I gave him credit for.

I'm sure his new husband will enjoy that body of his too.

Brett sprints several blocks and runs straight up to a house at the end of the street. It's the home of one of his football buddies. I think his name might be Axel or Alex or something. I'm not sure.

Anyways, Brett bangs on the door, panting like a dog. When the door is finally opened, he wastes no time. Brett pulls his bro in for the long passionate kiss he's been waiting for.

"Dude?" his friend mumbles as their lips part, "What are you doing?"

Little does he know that I already hypnotized him, too. He's going to accept everything Brett does like it's what he's wanted all along.

"Axel! Man, I love you!" Brett moans, pulling his football buddy in closer, "I want you to marry me. I'll quit my job and be your housewife. I'll be better at that! And you can boss me around and use me however you want, bro! I mean everything; cooking, cleaning, everything!"

"Woah, dude! That's a lot to take in," he hesitates, but already his mind is giving in, "But yeah. I like the sound of that. Being my wife means more than just cooking and cleaning though."

Brett looks at his new love earnestly. Meanwhile, Axel straightens up and crosses his arms to look rough.

"It means pleasure, whenever I want it and wherever I want it. It means you only get to watch the football games in between you serving me and my friends. By the way, they're just my friends now. Got it, dude?"

"Yeah," Brett whines, "Just let me start now!"

Axel smirks and pulls his new house husband into the house, giving him a possessive slap on the butt as they pass over the threshold.

"Alright, bitch. I'm gonna treat you just as bad as you did that old girl of yours."

"Who?" Brett asks out of genuine confusion, but he's already brushed off the comment and dropped to his knees.

"I don't know. Don't care either," Axel sneers, "Just get started. Haven't blown a load all day."

The faint sound of repetitive gagging echoes out of the house as the front door slams shut. It seems like my work here is done.

The football gang will enjoy having a very willing bro to take care of all their needs, and Brett will do it with a genuine smile on his face. That friend of yours is a free woman, so I suggest she find something fulfilling to do with her life. Brett may be trapped in another marriage, but she sure as hell isn't!

Hope you liked how I handled your problem!

#gay hypnosis #hypno story #male mind control

399 notes · View notes

hawkins-losers · 2 years

Note

It's canon that Steve LOVES boobies, so can I have some titty fucking? I bet he'd be into that ;)

Summary: Steve wants to try something new. Unsurprisingly, it involves two of his favorite things: you and boobies

Warning: smut, breast action(?),

‘’Come again?’’

‘’I want to fuck your boobs.’’

You furrowed your eyebrows, not quite understanding what he was asking. ‘’As in…’’

‘’Having sex with your boobs.’’ Steve rubbed the back of his neck in search of a way to explain it best without sounding dumb. ‘’You eh...push them - your tits - together and I slide my cock between them. Like thigh fucking, but with boobs instead of sliding between your thighs.’’

The concept was fairly simple and you didn't find the appeal, but if Steve wanted to try it, you will happily let him fuck your tits. He loved them so much, the idea was honestly not that surprising.

‘’Oh. Okay.’’ You giggled, shifting on the couch. ‘’You want to do that now, or?’’

‘’You want to?’’

You shrugged, a nonchalant smile on your lips. ‘’Why not. Cable tv was boring on Thursday nights anyway.’’

Steve stood up so fast he must have gotten whiplash, taking your hand and dragging you upstairs to his room. Although he liked to christen every surface and corners of his house, he’d rather make a mess on his own sheets than having to explain to his parents why their couch needs to be dry-cleaned.

He began undressing before you could make it to the bed and you couldn't help but laugh at his eagerness. You copied his actions and pulled your shirt off, pausing when reaching back to undo your bra.

‘’Should I keep my bra on? They're not gonna be as close apart if I take it off.’’

‘’Off.’’ There was no hesitation in his voice. ‘’Please. Off.’’

You unhooked the back and freed your breasts and let your bra fall on the carpeted floor, the chill of the room awakening your nipples. They weren't that apart nor saggy, but all natural breasts have a small gap in the middle. That’s just the way they are.

‘’Where do you want me?’’ you asked.

Steve’s head snapped in your direction, trying to untangle himself from the pool of clothes at his feet. ‘’Fuck, you’re so beautiful.’’ He twitched at the sight of your tits, mouth watering and dying to latch on them.

He instructed you to lay down on the bed, then clambered on top of you to sit on your stomach, keeping his weight on his knees on either side. Excitement sparkling in his eyes as he looked down at you. He couldn’t believe this was really happening.

Steve couldn’t help himself, taking your breasts in his hands and kneading them, making his cock twitch on your stomach. He loved how soft they feel and how his fingers sink into your breasts. He also loved how they casually jiggled every time you’d laugh.

You both hummed in pleasure – he was so good with his hands.

‘’So beautiful,’’ he said to himself as he contemplated. Then, Steve surprised you by swirling the tip of his tongue around and over the peak of your nipple, and taking it between his lips to kiss longingly.

You closed your eyes and moaned.

‘’Mmh, tastes so good too.’’ He switched nipples and a small giggle left your lips.

If you feel low, get yourself a Steve Harrington. He’ll shower you with compliments and worship your body every chance he gets, making you his personal false god.

‘’Steve,’’ you purred, arching your back against his lips.

He blew on your nipple, making you shiver. ‘’We’ll get back to this later.’’ He craned his neck to kiss your lips.

Your hand found its way up his back while your other gave his cock a few strokes with fumble fingers, making Steve sigh in pleasure. When his tip began leaking, he pulled back and grabbed the lube, sleeking himself up.

The first time his cock brushed between your tits, Steve let out a deep groan. This was just fantastic.

You pushed your breasts together as he rocked his cock between them, sliding easily and getting off with the friction. ‘’Feels good, baby?’’

Steve hummed, barely able to speak. There was just enough friction from your tits against his sensitive, pink head that made his body tremble with pleasure.

‘’So good- ugh.’’ He was watching with blown eyes. ‘’I’ve been thinking about this for so long,’’ He greedily grabbed your tits, pushing them together and teasing your perky nipples. ‘’This is such a pretty sight.’’

You smiled beneath him and Steve felt his heart leap straight into his throat. The moans that came out of his lips were unholy. You had never thought something so...simple could make him moan so loud.

An idea popped in your head and you tipped your neck down to lick his tip as it came up, making Steve throw his head back, hips stuttering forward in surprise and pleasure.

‘’Holy shit-’’ A deep groan followed, more pre-cum leaking. Your tongue darted out slowly to lick it away, savoring the taste of him in your tongue. ‘’You’re gonna fucking kill me, you naughty little minx.’’

A grin crossed your lips. Steve was in absolute heaven right now, the feeling of your soft tits rubbing his cock as you gave occasional licks to his tip sent his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

Unfortunately for you, two could play this game.

A tumble of moans came out of your mouth when Steve rolled one of your nipples between his thumb and forefinger in just the way you like, smirking devilishly above you.

A couple of trusts later, you noticed a crease between Steve’s brows, telling you he was close. He could feel the arousal stemming, pooling into his balls. He didn’t still his hips though, erratic with his thrusts.

‘’Cum on my tits, baby,’’ you encouraged, shaking and pushing your breasts together to get him to his climax. ‘’Make a mess on my tits.’’

That did it for him, painting your tits and collarbones with his cum.

When he was finished, you pulled him close down and into a deep and feverish kiss, tangling your fingers in Steve's hair. His cum was getting on his own chest, but he couldn't care less. That's what showers are for, right?

‘’Let me catch my breath, and then I’ll go down on you. Yeah?’’ he said against your lips, bumping his nose with yours.

Taglist: @broadway-or-noway @violetsleftfist @thelaststraw3 @cursedandromedablack @Slashersimpfor @savagejane1 @wh0reforbucknasty @eddiemunson-slut @slvdsjjk @hehehehannahthings @dreamdancers-world @eddiemunsonbby @notbeforelong @lexi-2004 @violetrainbow412-blog @tatespillows @alwayslexii @lilygreennn @milkiane @imahomeslice @bunnygrl16 @cwritesforfun @marauders3rawh0re @your-mom21 @parkersmyth @voguesir @milkiane @andrewgarfields-girlfriend @lilygreennn @alexxavicry @charlie-chick @wandamaximoffs-deadchild @horrorstreet @rmeddar123 @pastel-abyss-x @lil-tracys @luvmybbies @chloepricesgrafitimarker @inluvweddiemunson @i-like-trains @kittenfrostt @simp-for-slasher @m-rae23 @kenzi-woycehoski

Steve Harrington taglist: @dylanstilinskiposts @captainbuckyyy12 @valevalentyne @yourfavoriteakutagawakinnie @heizenka @eddie_munsons_girlfriend @scarlet-kazuha @uhidklol-26 @magicalchocolatecheesecake @swiftbyul @Fandomfaeryreads @harrys-tittie @tinfoilhat2719 @straycatarang @wayfaring----stranger @starstruckspring @fourlokiss @mi-amoree1111 @starshipsxx @ghoulishlygrey @bubsonnobx @truewdw1 @bubsonnobx @ohhrexella @Dreamtiara @pastelbabygirl19 @steves-robin @eddiemunsonbby @evanstanwhore @bootlegmothman420 @courtmr @nia-um @strangermarvelgirl @fandomloversvaries @missmaxmayfield @m1rkw00dpr1ncess @Minksblog @soph69420world @truewdw1 @crying-caro @nancewheelersworld @nluvwitheddiemunson @veniceb1tch88 @hcloangcls @ilovetaylorswift1 @steveharringtonsupremacy @jusstdreaaming @buckyswhxre @tomspidertingle @thechoiceslookgrimm @bobafettsleftglove @princesseddie @yourfavdummy

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #smutty blurb spree #steve harrington smut #stranger things smut #stranger things #stranger things imagine #steve stranger things

3K notes · View notes

darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 8 months

Text

Unexpected 46

Warnings: non/dubcon, pregnancy, pegging, Lloyd being the worst, post partum, csection, suicidial ideation, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

‘You look good’.

The doctor’s words echo in your head. You stare at yourself in the mirror, trying to see what she saw. You don’t look good, you are repulsive. You pull your shirt down over the stretch marks and fix your sweat pants, hiding the rigid scar. No infection, no internal issues. That’s probably what she meant.

You hear the dull buzz of your phone. As you pass the bassinet, you check inside. The baby’s asleep. It’s been a long day of calming her since your return from your appointment. She received a clean bill of health, a sparkling review from the doctor. She’s growing, eating well, meeting all her milestones. How many can there be, it’s only been six weeks.

The house is quiet. Dottie should be asleep. She hasn’t bothered you at least. You lay down and check your phone. It’s Andy. Shoot, you forgot to text him back after your shower. You tell him as much in your reply.

You lower your phone as you lean against the pillows. Six weeks. The doctor said you’re all clear. You don’t know if you’re ready, even though you want to be. You sigh and breathe out your anxiety. Fuck it. It’s not that deep.

‘Wanna come over?’ You don’t even read Andy’s follow up before you send the message.

Shit. Shit. You see the checkmark, he’s read it but he’s not typing. Fuckkkkkk. You misread. The last week and a half, sneaking around to make out, having the type of fun you forgot back in high school, it was only that. Shallow and fleeting.

You’re really not ready for this. You’re thinking too much. Making it into more than what it is. It’s just fucking. That’s all it’s ever been. Besides, you might not even get that far. You just want the company.

Your phone jitters. You look at it with dread; ‘sure, I still owe you that massage.’

You squeak, quickly smothering it with your hand. What was that? You don’t make those noises. You don’t get giddy. You are a grown woman. A mother.

Damn. That’s right. You’re a mother.

You get up and peer at the bassinet once more. You grab the monitor and carefully wheel the rolling bassinet to the door. You carefully open the door and enter the hall. She’ll be okay in her crib for an hour. You’ll put the camera in with her. She’s tired out from the doctor’s anyway.

You make the transfer, leaving the nursery door open, just in case. You don’t know why you’re so worried. The baby just sleeps all the time. Just a blob.

You go back to your room and find a new message. Andy, he’s already on his way. Oop. You text that you’ll meet him at the back door. You sneak back out and make a cautious descent down the stairs.

He waits for you in the shadows by the doors as you shine the flashlight of your phone at him. You unlock the left one and let him in. He’s in a hoodie and sweats hanging crooked on his hips. You turn off the light and whisper for him to come in, shutting the door softly behind him.

“Can’t go back upstairs. Already made too much noise,” you keep your voice low.

He nods, hands in his pockets, swaying on his feet nervously. You giggle and grab the front of his hoodie. You drag him into the living room and over to the couch. He touches your wrist and stops you.

“Ah, I still owe you,” he insists.

“It’s fine,” you try to dismiss his offer. You just want to see if your body still works, if you can still feel.

“Please, lay down,” he coaxes, “let’s… let’s take it slow. Enjoy it…”

You let him go. Yeah, he’s right. You turn away and stare at the cushions in the dim glow of moonlight that shines through the window. That window where you and Lloyd–

You won’t think of him. You get down on your stomach. Andy lowers himself on the edge of the couch and places a hand on your shoulder.

“You can take your shirt off,” he suggests.

“I’ll keep it on,” you say, trying not to let your embarrassment glean through.

“No problem,” he assures you, trailing his hand down.

He begins to knead your back, leading with his thumbs, finding kinks you never felt before. He works you firmly but gently. Shoulders, sides, hips. He moves up, down, all around. You moan as he loosens the muscles knotted from months, if not years, of strain.

He lets one hand crawl over the back of your sweats. You don’t stop him. He gropes your but, squeezing it until you moan, a signal that he can keep going. He fondles you, humming at the feel of you. It’s flattering even if you’re overly aware of the extra pounds.

His fingers slip down and you part your thighs. He pauses as he hovers over the seam of your pants.

“You good?” He rasps.

“Keep going,” you say a bit harsher than you intend.

He listens, pushing on the seam as he feels around the fabric. He presses it against your cunt, rolling until he finds your clit. He has his hand hooked under you, rocking as pressure gathers around his touch. Your breath hitches and you purr, tilting your hips as you as good as ride his hand.

“It’s good,” you say, “let me…”

You reach down and push down the elastic of your sweatpants. He retracts your hands and guides them down for you. You turn over as you untangle your ankles from the fabric and sit up. You’re too impatient to keep playing around.

“Here,” you bend your legs over the cushion, “sit.”

You pat the couch next to you. He seems reluctant but he sits. You hesitate.

“You don’t… we don’t have to keep going if you don’t want–”

“No, I do,” he insists, “really, I don’t wanna rush you.”

“You’re not.”

You stand up and come in front of him. You reach to tug on the zipper of his hoodie and pull it down, revealing his naked torso beneath. You cluck, “you hurried over?”

“Kinda,” he admits lightly as he leans forward to frame your hips.

He lets one hand fall down, tracing your vee to your slit, flicking his finger up between your folds. You twitch and bend to reach for his pants, gripping him through the fabric. He shudders and slides his finger further along your cunt.

You grasp the elastic of his pants and tug. He lifts his ass, his urgency matching your own as he raises the fabric above his tip and sets his dick free. You climb into his lap, holding yourself on your knees as you take him in your hand. You stroke him, he’s already hard, and feel how he trembles. He’s a man, it’s not you, it’s just sex.

You press a hand to his firm chest, feeling the soft hair there, the hard muscle. He trails a hand up and plays with the hem of your shirt. You keep him from lifting it. It’s dark but you don’t want him to see anything.

You angle him against you, rubbing his tip against your cunt. You curl your fingers as you lower yourself onto him. He gasps, his hand resting on your thigh as you take control, easing down slowly as the friction burns your wall. You grunt at the moment of resistance. You’re not wet enough. You don’t fucking care.

You bring your fingers to your lips and wet them in your mouth. You reach down to play with your clit as you sink to your limit. He feels good. You think. He squeezes your hip and his other hand goes to your chest. Your tits are heavy and sore but you ignore the discomfort.

You roll your clit under your fingertips as you rock in his lap. He squeezes your tit harder as he groans. You feel the plucking, dull but there.

He runs his thumb over your tender nipple and you whine, feeling a trickle as the fabric dampens against you. Fuck. Whatever. Just milk. Like a fucking cow, you can't help but leak.

“Feel okay?” Andy asks as he snakes his hand around to your ass, still pawing at your swollen tits.

“Yeah, fine,” you grab his chin and tilt his head up, muting him with a kiss as you buck, flicking at your clit desperately. You just want to cum, you need to. You need that release.

#lloyd hansen #andy barber #dark!lloyd hansen #dark lloyd hansen #andy barber x reader #the gray man #defending jacob #drabble #unexpected #au #series #lloyd hansen x reader

249 notes · View notes

therealcocoshady · 3 months

Text

Recovery - Chapter 1

Eminem x Reader (Y/N) fanfiction

Summary : Y/N is getting sober and trying to rebuild her life after a hard breakup when she meets Marshall Mathers.

Tags : mention of SA ; Miscarriage ; Addiction

Author’s note : this is my first shot a my writing a fanfiction. Hope you enjoy it x

Chapter 1

- Thank you for having me, you said to Talia.

- No problem, baby. You stay as long as you need to, she answered while giving me a hug.

You looked around, taking everything in. In a matter of days, you had lost nearly everything. It all started when you woke up in the hospital, several tubes attached to your body.

FLASHBACK

Apparently, you had been in a coma for three days. Simon, your boyfriend of two years was sitting in a chair next to your bed.

- I can’t believe you did it again, Y/N.

- It’s not what you think, Simon.

- It is exactly what I think. You need help. You need to get yourself together. Next time you might not be so lucky. You might actually die, he said.

Dying. To be fair you hadn’t really tried to kill yourself. It was more complicated than that and Simon knew it.

- I’m sorry, you said, trying to hold his hand.

- No, he simply answered, taking his hand off yours.

He looked at you with a piercing gaze, not saying a word for what felt like forever. He didn’t need to, anyway. You already knew it was over.

- I love you, Y/N. I really do. But I can’t go on like this. You need to seek treatment, he said with tears in his eyes.

- I just wanted to sleep, you know, you tried to explain.

- By taking over 100 pills of Xanax ?! Are you fucking kidding me ? He asked, fire coming from his eyes.

- I…

Tears started rolling on your cheeks. As much as you knew you had done something terribly stupid, you wished he wouldn’t break up with you. You wished he would understand.

- Simon, don’t do this, you pleaded.

- I’m sorry, he simply said, getting up and grabbing his jacket. You have a problem and I cannot deal with it.

He walked towards the door and faced you for the last time.

- Your stuff will be packed when you get out of here.

And there it was. Shortly after moving in with your boyfriend, you were homeless.

END OF FLASHBACK

- Are you ok, Y/N ? Talia asked.

- Yeah. Sorry. I just… I can’t believe it’s over, you said. I really screwed up.

She gave you a big hug again.

- What’s done is done. Now you need to focus on getting better, she said.

- Thank you for being here for me. And allowing me to move in with you. And not judging me.

- What you need now is not judgement. It’s support. I am a bit mad though, she explained. I wish you had come clean to me about all those prescription pills.

- I thought I could manage, you tried to explain.

- Well you thought wrong.

Your best friend was being hard on you, and she had every right to be. For months, you had been lying through your teeth to everyone in your life. You had pretended that you were this happy-go-lucky girl who had it together. On the outside, you had everything : you were successful in your PhD research at university of Michigan, a loving boyfriend you had just moved in with and a tight-knit circle of friends who loved you unconditionally. But deep down, you had been unable to handle the pressure of your studies and, the hardest thing of all, you had lost your baby, going through a miscarriage at 13 weeks of pregnancy.

- You should rest before I take you to your meeting, Talia said. And then, we’ll go to the studio. Jamal invited us.

- Do we have to ? I think I’d rather come back here right after the meeting, you pleaded.

- Meeting new people will be good for you, she said. And I won’t lie : I don’t think you should be alone in here.

She was making it clear that she didn’t trust you. After all, how could you possibly prove that you weren’t going to be popping pills as soon as you were alone ?

- Right, you said.

She left you to your new room. Thank God she and Jamal, her boyfriend, were living in a big house with plenty of room to spare.

Jamal was a beat maker and producer and had made quite a name for himself. He was now starting to work with famous people. One of them was Eminem. You weren’t a big fan, although you did enjoy some of his most well-known music. In fact, this man was to be credited for you learning how to swear in English, as you’d learned the language by watching movies and listening to music. You hadn’t listened to him in a long time though and you were kind of wondering what he was up to, now.

Talia sometimes went to the studio with Jamal and she was getting along with everyone. According to her, “Em” (as she called him) was a great guy and she was pretty sure the two of you would get along.

FAST FORWARD

You had officially made it through your first NA meeting. It had been emotional but you were glad you went. Now was the time you dreaded : meeting everyone at the studio. As much as you appreciated Talia’s efforts to help you clear your head, you weren’t exactly the social type.

As the two of you entered the studio, you were greeted by half a dozen people. As soon as he saw you, Jamal got up and have you the biggest hug.

- How did it go ? He asked.

- Uh… it went well, I guess, you answered.

You weren’t particularly intent on talking about it, especially in front of people. Fortunately, Jamal was wise enough not to elaborate. The two of you were close and he knew better than to embarrass you. Still, you were thankful for his concern. From the moment he learned you’d be moving in with them, he had been nothing but supportive. « I know you’ll get through it », he had said.

Talia introduced you to everyone.

- So, this is Y/N, our new roommate and my very best friend, she said.

- How come we never met you before ? Somebody asked.

- Well, Y/N is a scholar so she doesn’t have a lot of time for people with lesser minds, she said jokingly.

You blushed immediately. Your best friend was the most supportive person of your work and she never stopped telling you how proud she was.

- Nice to meet you all, you said a bit awkwardly.

You shook everyone’s hand and you kind of had a shock as you introduced yourself to Eminem. You remembered him from at least fifteen years ago, blonde hair and clean shaven. He was now sporting brown hair as well as a well-trimmed beard. You would never have recognised him, had the two of you crossed path in the street. You couldn’t help but think to yourself that he was rather good looking. And in pretty good shape for an older dude who was in his early fifties. In fact, he did look at least ten years younger.

- Call me Marshall, he said as soon as he shook your hand.

- Ok, Marshall, you said while looking in his deep blue eyes.

He wasn’t as cheerful and smiling as the others, but he wasn’t distant either. You had always pictured him as a loud person, but the man you had in front of you was far from it. In fact, he seemed like the quiet, rather serious type. He looked like he was staring at you as if he was trying to read into your soul.

You joined Talia and sat on one of the big leather couches while everyone got back to working. You looked around and noticed that the studio seemed like a very comfortable, soothing space. For the first time today, you eased a little.

After some time, the group decided to take a break. Most of them went outside to smoke a cigarette and get some air, but you stayed inside. You did indulge in the occasional cigarette but you had been told it would be easier for you to refrain from taking any substance. You tried to be reasonable and not get tempted by the smell.

At some point, you were left with only Marshall, who was listening to the tune they just recorded in his headphones, pushing buttons on the mixing desk.

- So, how long have you been sober ? He asked as he looked at you.

- How do… how do you know ? You asked in shock.

- I was with Talia and Jamal when they got the call about one of their friends behind in the hospital after an OD. And you playing with your NA chip kind of tipped me off, he shrugged.

- Oh. Right. Actually, today was my first meeting, you said and blushed a little.

- Recovery is hard, he pointed out. Congrats on taking the first step.

You didn’t say more and he got back to mixing, as you stayed silent and watched him being extremely focused. As you studied him, you couldn’t help but notice an AA necklace dangling from his neck.

- So you’re in recovery too ? You asked.

- Yeah. Been sober for fifteen years now, he said with a smile.

- Wow. That’s impressive.

- Doesn’t mean it’s always easy, though, he confessed. But it’s 100% worth it.

There were a hundreds of questions going through your mind, but you clearly did not know him enough to ask them. Instead, you just smiled.

- Want to give me your opinion on the track ? He offered with a smile while handing you the headphones.

- I know nothing about music but sure, why not, you said, taking place in the chair next to his.

You placed the headphones on your ears and he played the song. You closed your eyes, in order to concentrate on what you were hearing. You were amazed at how fast this man was able to rap. Yet, you could hear and understand every single word. You particularly enjoyed the rhyming schemes. And, as ever with Jamal, the music was on point.

- it’s good, you said. It’s really good.

- Good to hear, he said with a smile.

The others came back to the room and Talia seemed extatic at the sight of you and Marshall talking. She knew how shy you were and every time you talked to someone new, she saw it as some sort of victory.

- So, people, Jamal said. How about y’all come to our place after ?

Everyone cheered and agreed. From what you gathered, it was usual for the group to meet at Jamal and Talia’s after a long day at the studio, so that they could kick back and get their mind off work. Talia held your hand in hers.

- I forgot Jamal wanted to have people over, I’m so sorry she said.

- It’s fine, you reassured her. But I’d rather stay in my room, if you don’t mind.

As everyone was arriving at Talia and Jamal’s, you said your goodbyes decided to hide in your room. Not that everyone hadn’t been super nice, but you highly suspected that there would be alcohol involved, if not weed. While you were climbing up the stairs, Talia grabbed your arm.

- Are you going to be ok ? There won’t be any hard liquor or anything like that, Y/N. Just a few beers, she said.

- I know, but… it’s been a long day. Meetings, people… I’d rather rest, you reassured her.

- Sure, she said as she gave you a peck on the cheek. I’ll be downstairs if you need me.

As soon as you entered your room, you changed into some comfier clothes : a cream-colored, cashmere set. You removed your makeup and put your hair up in a bun. You weren’t going to see people anyway so why bother ? You decided to watch Friends (your favorite show on Earth) and snuggle under a throw that reminded you of the place you shared with Simon.

After a couple of episodes, you heard a unfamiliar knock.

- come in ? You said.

The door opened and you saw Marshall standing there.

- So, are you hiding ? He asked with a smile.

- Kind of, you admitted.

- You have nothing to be scared of, he said. It’s very chill, downstairs.

- There’s still booze, right ?

- Just beer.

- I don’t really trust myself, you admitted.

- You had a drinking problem too ? He asked.

- Nope. Just pills. But now that they’re gone, I swear I’d take anything just to feel remotely… whatever.

- I feel you, Marshall said.

- Do you ?

- Yes, he simply said, showing his AA necklace.

- How do you feel so comfortable in a setting like this then ? You asked, wondering if you would ever get to the same point.

- It’s been 15 years, he explained. It gets easier with time. Plus, I’ve come to value the person I’ve become much more than the person I used to be when I was using. No money in the world could convince me to come back to that.

- It’s hard, you know. Hiding here when I know what’s going on down there, I said.

- Talia already gave Jamal so much shit about it, he said with a laugh.

This made you smile. Deep down, you knew Jamal didn’t mean harm, so you were kind of hoping Talia wasn’t giving him too much of a hard time.

- Thank you, you whispered. I don’t want to deprive you of your own fun, though.

- It’s fine. I don’t think I’m gonna stick around for long. I wanted to see if you wanted to go for a drive. You know, change your mind …?

- Uh… sure, I replied. Give me 5 minutes so that I can get dressed ?

He left the room and you quickly put together an outfit with a pair of dark wash jeans, a black turtleneck, a pair of knee-high boots and a blazer. You put your hair in a sleek ponytail and added some mascara for good measure. You weren’y trying too hard, but I definitely wanted to make an effort. After all, you had just met him - and he was extremely attractive.

- Ready to go, you said as you emerged of my room.

- Some sweats would have been enough, you know, he said joking.

- Oh. I started blushing.

- You look great though.

He didn’t say a word more and you got downstairs.

- Y/N and I are going on a drive, Marshall announced.

- Wait a minute, Talia said before you got the chance to get through the door.

She looked at both of you.

- No messing around. No drinking. No smoking. Nothing illicit or illegal. And you’d better be back home before midnight.

- Yes, Marshall noted with a chuckle.

- Yes Mom, you said jokingly while giving her a peck on the cheek.

As you got ouf of the house, you got to an impressive car. You were never good at recognising the brands or models, but this one was huge and it seemed like it was really expensive. It was also a bit contrast with Marshall, who did not look like the over-the-top stereotypical rapper. In fact, he was wearing normal clothes - jeans and a hoodie, no luxury logo to be seen.

- Where are you taking me ? I asked.

- You’ll see, he said with a voice full of mystery.

Normally, you wouldn’t have agreed to a car ride with someone you barely knew, but you were so eager to leave the house that you did not really care.

You took place in the car and Marshall started driving.

#eminem #marshall mathers #eminem x reader #slim shady #eminem fanfiction #eminem fluff #eminem imagine #marshall mathers headcanons #marshall mathers imagine #marshall mathers x reader

135 notes · View notes

jungwonie-bae · 9 months

Text

Need a new roommate? ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

Heeseung x fem!reader reader is called she

genre- fluff, strangers to lovers

word count- 5.3k 【5,382 words】

warnings- a little suggestive, throwing up, drunk heeseung, swear words, grammar errors, not really proof read

summary— you’re really broke and is in need of a new roommate. But then a unexpected stunning face shows up at your door, because he had seen your fliers.-☆

༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶

you’re broke. And you can’t even pay your own rent for your own apartment anymore. Damn, you need a roommate to split the price.

well, you have a little money to print some fliers. Good start. You’re stressed. What if nobody is interested in living with you? You might as well live back in your parents home. That’s another option.

you stretch, then rub the tiredness out of your eyes. Your work place does not pay high enough though you work your ass off 13 hours a day. Should you quit? Nah, no one, and no place else would’ve hired you anyway.

you yawn while putting on your shoes and your coat. You grab your keys, your bag, then lock the door behind you. The chilly crisp air meets your face and you slightly smile. Perfect weather. Now you go get printing.

༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶

You grab some duct tape you found in a random drawer, and rush out with your newly printed papers that all say “ looking for a new roommate. Call XXX-XXX-XXXX (your number) for the address.”

You rip the duct tape between your teeth to cut it as you stick the papers on street lamps and poles. You try to make them as noticeable as possible, so you can get a new roommate quickly. You are not really trusting yourself with this, since you kicked your last roommate out because they brought too many of their guests over to fuck. Damn your ears.

you guess you would give it another try, but this time you really needed it.

4 days later, you get a call late at night.

“hello?” You ask.

“hi, is this the right number for a roommate? I saw the fliers.” A slightly deep voice says. You were surprised to say the least, since your last roommate was a woman. Would it be weird living with the opposite gender?

snapping out of your thoughts, you answer, “yes this is the right number. I’m y/n by the way. Thanks for calling. I would like to know about your sanity first?”

“Oh my room is pretty clean in my parents home. I was taught to always clean after myself. And I’m pretty obedient. So that makes things easier. I can also cook if you want. Don’t worry, I won’t burn your apartment down. I promise.” He yawned.

you nodded your head at his answer. He’s clean, obedient, and he can cook? Wow, you sure are lucky.

“sure. I’ll text you the address after the call. Thank you for calling once again.” You politely say. You sigh. A message pops up on your screen from an unknown number, and you open it curiously. Oh, it’s the guy from before.

(unknown number)- call me heeseung

(unknown number)- also can I move in next week?

you- oh of course! Let me tidy up the house a bit then. Uhh I’ll check my schedule when I’m free and we can talk.

you then opened his contact and changed his name to “new roomie heeseung.” You think nothing of it. You never even thought of his looks, or friendliness. Only his cleanliness.

new roomie heeseung- okay thank you so much 😄

you leave him on read, and put your phone down. Okay, time to get cleaning.

.༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶.

3 days passed, and it’s the end of the week. Heeseung comes tomorrow. You’re nervous. Very nervous.

you’re very proud of yourself when you look around your apartment. It was sparking clean, almost blinding you. You smile to yourself, and go clean the bed sheets and comforter of the guest room for heeseung.

your phone buzzes from your back jeans pocket while your holding the bunch of the guest room’s sheets. The comforter is drying outside, and you’ve already dusted every centimeter of that room. (yours too.)

you’ve cleaned up your room and bought a few decors for the kitchen too. You want to make a good impression on your new roommate. What if he would move out because of you?

Nah you’re too nice for that. You’ve got looks too. You’ve caught the eyes of people several times in college and high school, and your face hasn’t changed much.

You didn’t sleep that much that night. Work was really stressful the day you cleaned. Cleaning can take your mind off of things sometimes. Today was finally your day off, to meet heeseung. You two were still talking over text daily, but made it a surprise to show each other your faces. He was surprisingly fun to talk to too.

The following morning you were still wide awake, with somehow no eye bags at all, and swept the whole apartment. You vacuumed as a double check too. you check your phone.

new roomie heeseung- I’m almost there!

you: don’t worry, take your time

You sat of your couch waiting and waiting patiently. The clock strikes 2:30 pm. A few minutes later, knocking is heard.

You stand up immeadiately and checking yourself. You run to the bathroom, check your makeup, (You wore light makeup) and fix your outfit a bit. You rush to the front door and open it.

Woah. a tall handsome man stands in front of you. He’s absolutely stunning. Time seems to slow down once you opened the door. Best decision you’ve ever made. Damn you better close that mouth of yours before you start drooling and embarrass yourself.

“it’s heeseung,” he smiles confidently at you, while holding all his luggage. Damn he is so handsome. It makes you want to see him smile forever. Fuck, your delusional ass needs to be stopped before your mind drifts somewhere else.

“hi,” you bow, “I’m y/n the owner of the apartment. Come inside and put your luggage in.” You motion him toward the living room.

“the guest room- no your room, is on the left side of the hallway and next the the bathroom.” You inform, and point towards where you were saying. He listens carefully. When you look over at him, he’s already looking at you. He smiles, and takes off his shoes.

“you can go ahead and unpack. Make yourself at home. Do you want a drink?” You ask.

“water is fine with me,” he shrugs. As he walks away you smile to yourself. How did I get so lucky? You think. You snap out of your thoughts, and go to the kitchen to get him some water.

as you reach for a clean cup, heeseung comes out. He watches you intently, not making a sound. He smirks to himself.

“damn why is it so high,” you grumble. You then feel someone’s presence behind you, and a hand reaches for the exact cup. “need help?” The male says behind you. You’re flustered. “You know, I could’ve done it myself.”

“seems like you needed help though,” he smirks. “I’ll get the water by myself by the way.”

you nod you head, pointing to the water boiler where the water had been boiled a few hours prior to his arrival. You walk to your room embarrassed.

tsk, this is so cliche. You thought. No way your going to get close with that guy. He’s a bit flirty, from what you’ve noticed. Maybe he’s had multiple girls drool over him before, including you.

you don’t know anything about the guy in your house, he could be a murderer. You sit on your bed and wonder, going into your own world. Soon, you fall asleep, with your door slightly opened. Also with someone watching you fondly from the creak in the door.

.༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶.

heeseung was still living in his parents house after college. He had a job, a well paying one, but he didn’t seem to like the idea of living on his own. Not that he wasn’t mature enough, he just didn’t want to.

His mom scolded him that he was old enough to move himself out, and started comparing him to his cousins, once again. This happens every time. He groans to himself.

“OKAY! I GET IT! I’LL TRY TO FIND A NEW PLACE BY NEXT WEEK. HAPPY?” Heeseung shouts from his room. He can already see his mom smiling in his head. A silence passes, and heeseung flops onto his bed. He knows that it will be hard to find a new place to call home.

as heeseung walks out from the cafe to take a stroll, he spots something. More like a flying paper. It lands on the ground right in front of him, like it was destiny.

“looking for a new roommate.” He reads aloud. He smiles to himself in victory. Just what he needed. He picks up the paper to dial the number printed. I hope nobody else has taken this opportunity, he thinks to himself. He calls your number, and you pick up a few seconds later. You agreed almost immediately, and the address was thankfully not far from his parents home.

he couldn’t stop smiling on his way back home to tell his mother.

— a few days later—

His mom is excited. She helps him pack everything, and clean up his room. After that is all finished, he tells you he will be coming soon with all packed luggage.

“my baby is all grown up now,” his mom smiles. She pinches his cheeks lovingly, while heeseung is trying to swat away her hands.

“thank you, but I’ll be going now,” heeseung grumbles. “Love you mom” he kisses her cheeks goodbye. His dad hugs her.

“be safe son! You’re an adult now!” His dad shouts behind him.

heeseung smiles as he gets into his truck. “Goodbye! I’ll make sure to visit from time to time!” He drove off, humming a happy tune.

when he had arrived, he parked his truck outside. He looks at his watch, 2:34, not too late. He grabs his heavy luggage and repeats the address number in his head multiple times. Once he reaches your floor, he’s huffing and puffing. He’s nervous, since the two of you decided to keep your faces a surprise. He nervously rings your doorbell, and when you open the door- he’s completely out of breath this time.

you’re absolutely adorable in his eyes. When you smile up at him, it makes him almost immediately smile back. He decides to put a confident smile on and introduces himself.

“ it’s heeseung.” He says. You introduce yourself very politely, and motion him towards his own room- not before inviting him in with a drink. He smiles. Finally. He takes off his shoes, and carries his luggage to the room you had pointed to.

He heard clanking of glasses in the kitchen, and curiosity filled him. He goes to where the sound came from, and sees you trying to reach for a cup. Cute, he mumbles under his breath.

he doesn’t know where this boldness comes from but then- he automatically helps you, making you flustered. He sees the light blush on your cheeks. He’s used to doing things on his own, which was what his parents taught him to do. He fills his cup, and sips the liquid inside.

he watches as you rush to your room, and he smirks a bit to himself.

a few minutes later, as he’s walking back to his room, he sees that your door is opened a little bit. He was going to ask about the wifi, but found that you were sound asleep. How much cuter could you get? He smiles fondly to himself admiring your silent sleeping figure.

.༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶.

when you wake up, you are parched. So of course, you go into the kitchen to fill your cute duck mug. As soon as you walk out of your room, you see heeseung only in a towel, leaning against his bedroom door frame. His hair is slightly damp, and messy falling in front of his eyes. How the hell can a man be so sexy?

You freeze. Heeseung doesn’t notice you, gladly, because his phone is distracting him. He sure took the message, “make yourself at home.” You blink a few times before walking the other direction to the kitchen. You check the time first- 6:00 pm?!?

You sure slept for a long time. You don’t realize that you’ve been staring at your phone screen that has turned off already, because you had spaced out.

Now heeseung finally notices you and smiles. He sees that you’ve spaced out and your duck mug and phone are in both your hands. He gushed to himself at how cute you look. He puts a hoodie on and sweats before approaching you. He walks over to you and asks, “how was your sleep y/n?”

you jump a little, snapping out of your thoughts. You turn around, and smile back at him.

“it was alright, but that was much needed rest. Work has been tiring lately, that’s all.” You say casually, though he didn’t ask. He stares at you while you talk. He listens carefully to everything you say.

The conversation flows smoothly, and goes on and on. The two of you are the about the same age, him being a few months older. What a coincidence. You both learn about each other and your habits. You tell him about how you two will split the bills, and he agreed knowing it would be fair enough. Giggles and laughs fill the air. Maybe you do want to get close with him.

you both order takeout for dinner, and become more comfortable with each other as time passes by.

A few hours later, [10:34 pm] you both say goodnight to each other. You wave, and go to your respective rooms. You flip down on your bed and crawl into your comforter.

You sigh. Why can’t you sleep? Were you in..love? No stupid! It was because you took a nap in the afternoon! You thoughts cloud away as you finally drift off.

meanwhile, in the other room across from you, heeseung can’t sleep because of the opposite reason.

.༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶.

the next morning, you wake up tired, but determined. You get ready, but today you put on a little extra makeup. You want to work harder and overtime today so you can get extra pay. You put on a cute outfit, a shirt with a collar, and add a cute clip in your hair.

You had forgotten about heeseung, so when you went to the kitchen, you were surprised. “Good morning,” Heeseung says. His morning voice is a bit deeper.

“morning.” You respond. You walk quickly past him, to get your mug to get water.

“where are you going?” A voice says behind you.

“to work. Don’t you have a job to go to too?”

“yeah, but it’s later in the afternoon.”

You nod. an awkward silence fils the air as you make your toast and run to the front door, to put your shoes on. As you grab your keys, a voice stops you. “wait,” Heeseung says. “When do you come home from work?”

“9 pm today. I’m working overtime. Usually I come home at 7 pm. why do you ask?”

“uh so we can get to know each other more? Also, I’ll be coming home before you.” He rubs the back of his head. You wonder if there was another reason behind that. You smile.

You check your watch. “okay, I’ll tell you my schedule once I get home. I’ll be going now!” You grab your keys and head out.

he picks his hand up to wave, but the door shut closed before him. “bye.. have a nice day at work…” his lips form a thin line, and he turns around to get ready to go to his own work place.

.༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶.

“Someone’s in a good mood.” Your coworker, and best friend, Chaeyoung grumbles. You were so caught up into your own world, that you forgot about the people around you. Oops.

you smile at her excitedly and spill everything. How your roommate was so hot, and how he was really sweet about everything. His reactions are on timing, and his laugh is angelic. You could go on and on about him, but just then your boss walks in front of you two.

“get back to work!” He barks. “yes sir.” You mumble, head hanging low.

.༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶. when you come home from work, the apartment is silent. You put down your things, and run to your room. You flip down on your bed exhausted, but your stomach growls so loud that the earth also rumbles.

you groan, not wanting to get up. You see a figure by your bedroom frame. “Are you okay?” Heeseung asks. He walks over to you.

do I look okay? “Yeah I’m fine,” you mumble. “Just a little hungry.”

“I’ll make something for you, don’t worry.” He says.

“wait.” You grab his wrist to stop him. That catches his attention immediately. “You don’t have to.”

“but I insist.”

you sigh, letting go of him. “okay then.”

—

as you play on your phone, heeseung calls you out. You crawl out of your bed, and walk to the kitchen. A bowl of fried rice sits on the table with chopsticks and a spoon at the side. Heeseung’s smile is contagious. “This is for me?” You ask, pointing your index finger to your chest.

“go ahead and dig in.” He gestures towards the bowl. “Thank you for the meal.” You say genuinely. When the rice hits your taste buds, your eyes widen. You look over at heeseung, who was already looking at you for your reaction, and you put up a thumbs up. You giggle to yourself. He cooked this for me! Does that mean he cares for me? You think. You see heeseung smile at the side of your eye, probably proud of himself. “Do you want some?” You ask. He’s taken aback. Then hesitates. He slowly nods. “Sure.”

you grab your spoon and get a spoon full. You try to give the spoon to him, but the moment you turn, he opens his mouth. He wants to you to feed him. He looks at you expectantly with his cute blinking bambi eyes and his mouth open, waiting to be fed. The proximity catches you off guard and you blush. You put the spoon into his mouth, and he chews.

“oh wow. I’m a good cook.” He compliments to himself. He smirks up at you, know the effect he has. He walks away like nothing happened after that.

.༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶.

he’s giving you mixed signals. It’s been a few months of living with him, and you’ve fallen deep. One day, he’s being affectionate, and the other day he’s neutral. You’ve gotten comfortable with each other, making jokes about anything, and doing Rock, Paper, Scissors to see who does the dishes.

but today, he went out to to go to hang out with his friends. Today for you, was just another tiring day of work. You take a very refreshing shower, and do a face mask. It was a day to yourself. You wear your cute shiro pajamas, and matching fuzzy socks.

you grab a few chip bags and drinks, and get cozied up in your cocoon of blankets. You grab your laptop, and watch your Netflix show. You feel so relaxed. A few hours and a few episodes later, you feel tired. Why hasn’t heeseung came home yet? You yawn.

just then, your phone rings. You pick up immediately, seeing the caller is was your roommate.

“hello? Is this heeseung’s roommate?” A male voice asks.

“Yeah. What’s going on? Also who are you?” You ask.

“I’m Jake, heeseung’s best friend. Heeseung is reallly drunk right now, and I need you to take him home.”

really? You taking heeseung home? But your so comfortable right now! You groan in frustration.

“okay just send me the location and I’ll be there.” You say and then hang up. You get out of your comfy bed, and get changed into a hoodie. You don’t want to change your pants, so you leave it be.

you check your phone and see that heeseung is at a bar. You pick up your keys and drive to the location. Once you arrive, you text that you’re here. You lean back on your car so that they could see you. Jake said he would check heeseung’s phone for him. A few minutes later, you see a blonde carrying a drunk heeseung on his back. You giggle at the sight.

Jake comes up to you, (because you told him that you were the one leaning on a car wearing a black hoodie) and tells you to open the car door.

He drops heeseung onto the passenger seat, and says goodnight to you. You wave back and turn your head to see a very drunk heeseung. He can barely open his eyes.

“hee, how much did you even drink?”

he holds up his hand to say he drank a “little bit”. (Like 🤏) you giggle at the sight, thinking he was lying. “Let’s go home.” You sigh.

you close the door, and put his seat belt on for him. You do the same for yourself, and then step in the pedal.

once you park into the parking lot, you unbuckle and go out to take heeseung out of your car. When you try to pull him out of the car, he whines. “I don’t want to get out,” and “I’m too tired to move.”

you groan in annoyance. You then pick him up, his arm around your shoulders, and your arm around his waist. You had to carry him all the way up to the 5th floor… and he was kind of heavy. I’ll get through it.. you think.

—

“I think I’m gonna puke.” He groans. “ my arm is also numbing.”

“We’re almost there, just- hold on a bit longer.” You say. You pant, and stop for a while. Just one more stair case. Why did the elevator have to be broken at this time?!?

heeseung gags, and immediately covers his mouth. You walk slowly up, so he doesn’t throw up easier.

once you make it, you let heeseung sit on the ground, so you can unlock the door. You drag him inside, and take him to the bathroom. “There, you can throw up now.” You pat his back, and stand up to get him a glass of water.

after heeseung is done, he wipes his mouth with the tissue you gave him, and you hand him his water.

“Feeling better?” You ask. He nodded, and gulp down the whole cup. “Let’s go get you some rest.” You stand up, and pull him with you. You go walk to his room, and lay him down. He lays there and talks quietly with you.

“hey I gotta tell you something.” Your ears perk up at that. You notice that he isn’t at all tired anymore. “Hmm?” You answer. You’re sitting on a chair you dragged from his desk to next to his bed.

“wait- nevermind.” He mumbles. Your a bit disappointed, and was kind of hoping he was going to say some good news.

“okay then I’ll go get you some more water, and I’ll go to sleep.” You sigh, yawning and stretching. When you stand up, a hand grabs your wrist. Heeseung is avoiding eye contact with you, but you think he’s still drunk. “Can you maybe sleep with me?” He mumbles, barely a whisper. You almost didn’t catch that. Your eyes widen, and you stutter, “ uh- I- uhm-” “it’s okay you don’t have to.” He let’s go of your wrist.

you sleeping with him? You’d take the opportunity if you could. So you hesitantly walk over to the other side of the bed, and tuck yourself in. There’s a awkward tension into the air, but heeseung speaks up first. “Would it be weird if we could cuddle?” You shake your head. The sheets shuffle, and a hand goes over your waist. Your not facing him, thankfully, or else he would’ve seen your tomato face. His other hand taps your back to lift a little, so he could hug you from behind.

you get the message almost immediately, and lift up a little. His arm slips through and he shifts so close to you that your back touches his chest. No words are exchanged between you two. His hand rubs circles on your stomach, and unconsciously slips under your shirt not in a sexual way. His head is tucked into your neck, your hair ticking his face. You knew he wouldn’t remember any of this. You sigh, hand going over his own.

you fall asleep, with thoughts clouding your mind. Little do you know, he was actually sober. He didn’t lie about drinking a little bit. He smiles to himself, and falls asleep a few minutes after you.

.༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶.

You wake up before him. When you try to get out of bed to make his hangover soup, his arms around you hold you tighter. He pulls you flush against his chest. His head is a mess, and his eyes are a bit puffy. How can he be so adorable?? You gush at him, and pry his arms away. He doesn’t move. You groan to yourself. Not going to lie, you actually love this position. You could get used to this. But, you two were only roommates. Just roommate things, right?

“Heeseungggg” you whine, trying to get out of his grip, though you don’t want to. “I’m going to be late for work.” He opens one eye and smiles. Your now facing him, trying to wake him up. He closes his eyes again, teasing you.

“I don’t care. Stay with me.” He mumbles. You groan and slap his face lightly and playfully. “ow.” He hold your hand on his face, making your hand cradle his face. You blush at the contact.

“I have to get up and make you your hangover soup.” You mumble.

“I don’t have a headache because I woke up next to you.” He winks. You glare at him playfully. You finally get up, and heeseung lets you, to go get ready. You stretch, and walk out of his room. “She’s so cute,” he mumbles. He hides his face into his pillow.

you get ready, and then go to the kitchen to make hangover soup and your breakfast. A few minutes later you see a sleepy heeseung walk out of his room. As if he was still drunk, he walks over to you and wraps his arms around your waist. His head tucks into your neck, chin resting on your shoulder, so he was basically back hugging you. “I’m tired.” He mumbles. You don’t respond, because your words are caught in your throat. You hum back instead, and keep mixing the soup to distract yourself. Just on time, your toast pops out. You walk over to spread your spread of choice on the toast, while heeseung’s hand is still on your waist.

“go ahead and scoop the soup into a bowl. It’s ready. I’ll be going now- and be careful. The soup is still hot.” You turn off the fire and smile at him. “ bye! I’ll text you when I’m coming back home.”

heeseung waves, “bye.” He winks at you. You blush as you head out. He smirks to himself, and turns around to grab a bowl.

For you, your heart is thumping so loud. Waking up next to heeseung, and back hugging you while making breakfast? He is driving you crazy.

.༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶.

At around the time your about to leave work, heeseung texts you.

heedeungie- meet me at the park after your work is done

you- okay

you- I think I might have leave early anyway today

you then put down your phone, and tell your coworkers that you’re leaving early for the day. You go into your car, and drive to the location heeseung sent you.

once you arrive, you text heeseung that your already there. He calls you, so of course you pick up. He tells you to meet at the Apple tree.

you walk over there, and see heeseung sitting down on a picnic mat. He had a buttoned up collar, the first three unbuttoned, and a pair of dark slightly baggy jeans. You smile when he make eye contact with you, and he calls you over.

“what are we here for?” You ask.

“We’re star gazing.” He states. He looks over at you to see you smiling at him. He smiles back. “I’ve never been star gazing with someone before.” You mumble.

he looks over at you once again. “Really? And I’m the first one?” His smile is so big.

“yeah.”

“Wow.” He looks at into the sky. “Let’s play some games till the stars appear yeah?” You nod.

the night goes by fast, and laughter fills the air. “Oh look. There are stars now!” Heeseung exclaims happily. You look up, a see the beauty in the sky. You smile to yourself. you’re looking at the sky, while heeseung is looking at you. “So pretty.” He mumbles. He looks back up before he gets caught staring.

“Oh and before I forget, I need to tell you something.” Heeseung says. You look over at him, giving him your undivided attention. He takes a deep breath.

“uhm so- uh- ever since I saw you when I moved in, you were so pretty. No- you are so pretty. Oh- straight to the point.” He looks you in the eyes. “Y/n, I like you so much that my heart hurts knowing I can’t have you. I might get kicked out because of this right? If you don’t like me back can we stay friends...” your eyes soften at him. Tears start welling up somehow. You don’t know why you start crying- maybe you were just really happy.

“Nono no no, no- y/n why are you crying?” He cups your face before he pulls you into his chest and let you cry. After you calm down a bit, you look up at him. You laugh at yourself for your stupid actions. He’s confused why you had a sudden mood change, but let’s you do so.

“Lee Heeseung.” He looks down at you in his arms. “You do not understand how much I liked you when I first opened my front door. And no, you will not be kicked out. I don’t know what your saying, but you can have me. I’ve been all yours from the start. I want to be more that just roommates and friends. I like you so much heeseung,” You cry a bit more before looking up at him for an answer, but he’s just staring at you. “What?” You laugh.

you did not expect what happened next. He crashes his lips onto yours. You kiss back almost immediately, and that soon turn to a little make out session. You pull away first, catching your breath. He pulls you back into another kiss, one that’s more passionate. The night ends off with little giggles, and stealing kisses from one another.

—

once the two of you had gotten home, heeseung sat on the couch waiting for you to finish showering. He had already finished way before you did. When you came out, he rushed over to you and hugged your warm body. “I missed you.” He mumbled.

“hee, it’s only been like-40 minutes.” You state.

“I know, but I still missed you.” He whined. You smile at him. “let’s go to sleep yeah?” You pat his face gently and affectionately. He grabs your hand to make it stay on his face and nods while closing his eyes. “m tired anyway.” He mumbles.

you laugh at his cute gestures and then you walk into the kitchen. Our grab his cup and yours, and fill them both with water. “Drink some water first.” He waddles over to you in his matching blue Shin Chan pajamas and obediently drank from his plain black mug.

after that, you both brush your teeth together, and go into his room. It feels as if you’ve always been doing this, though it was the first night dating. You crawl into the sheets, and he immediately pulls you into his embrace. You snuggle into him, and fall asleep very quickly. He kisses your forehead. “Good night, y/n.”

—

a/n- sorry, I got a bit carried away… sorry my grammar is ass, and I didn’t care to check over it.. I love heeseung guys

#lee heesung x reader #enhypen imagines #enhypen fluff #heeseung fluff #heeseung #heeseung imagines #heeseung x yn #enha #enhypen heeseung #enhypen #enhypen x reader #engene #yn #heeseung x reader #enhypen oneshots

202 notes · View notes

adrift-in-thyme · 5 months

Note

I’ve never requested anything before so I hope this is right!

I’m going with some Malink angst, I absolutely LOVEEE reading your whump fics for them so I guess… more pain please? 🥲 if that’s okay?

Tysm for the prompt @endlessartpumpkin <333 I had a lot of fun with this one. It’s very angsty hehe

I hope you enjoy it!

CW for blood and injury

——————————

Malon has always been aware of the possibility that Link would die before her. He is a hero, after all, her knight in shining armor through and through. If someone needs help — whether to reunite with a loved one or save an entire kingdom — he will never refuse them.

Sometimes, she has the selfish yearning that just once…he would.

And now, as she gazes at the heroes standing on her doorstep, as she gazes at her husband lying limp in Twilight’s arms, she wants it more than ever. Because Link, who is full of life and laughter and love, Link who has faced the moon itself and lived to tell the tale, her Link who proposed with the biggest, gaudiest ring in Hyrule because he wanted to show her how much he cared…Link the love of her life should never look like he does right now.

She steps forward, one hand held to her lips, the other reaching out to touch him.

He is so pale. His chest hardly rises, breathing so shallow it is hardly there at all. If she allowed it, she could be convinced that he is already gone.

Malon forces herself to take a deep breath. She won’t do that. She won’t imagine that her fairy boy is dead.

“What happened?” She asks, tone sharp with panic.

It is Twilight who answers, in a broken voice she has never heard him use before.

“He…he took a hit that was meant for me.”

His breath hitches. It is only slight, but Malon hears it anyway. She lays a gentle hand on his shoulder. When he looks at her, there is such pain in those gray eyes, such sorrow, that it breaks her heart.

There is hardly time to comfort him, however. They both know it.

“Bring him inside,” she orders, shoving aside the emotions churning about inside her. “Set him on the bed. I’ll get some supplies.”

Twilight moves without a word. The others follow him into the house, expressions tight and pained.

A hand comes to rest on her shoulder. “I’ll get the supplies,” Warriors says. His face is a mask rapidly shattering. But he smiles, strong for her, strong for the man he calls his little brother.

“You go to him.”

Malon nods, sighing. “Thank you, dear. The medical stuff is in the bathroom. You remember where that is, don’t you?”

“Of course.” In a swirl of royal blue fabric, Warriors is gone.

Taking a moment to steel herself, Malon heads into the bedroom.

They have already laid him on the bed when she steps through the doorway. From this angle, if she didn’t know better, she would think he was merely asleep. But unfortunately, she does know better. And the ashen color of his face, the sheen of sweat upon his brow, the feverish trembling of his body tells her a different story.

Then, of course, there is the blood.

The heroes are in the process of bandaging him. (They work quickly, she thinks with a spark of pride.) But even the thick swaths of fabric that they wind around his abdomen can only do so much to halt the onslaught of crimson liquid.

It soaks them through within minutes.

Malon makes her limbs move, bringing her forward. There is no time to sit here and gaze in horror at what has become of her husband. With firm hands, she grabs a new roll of gauze and sets to work.

Between the ten of them, Link’s wound is cleaned and wrapped in little time. And through it all, Hyrule stands beside her, magic glowing at his palms, trying in vain to heal the injury. But it fights back of its own accord.

“What on earth hurt him like this?” Malon asks, voice tight. The other heroes have backed up now, giving her room to stand by her husband’s bedside. She leans over him, fingers brushing aside his limp bangs. He gives a shuddering breath and turns slightly into her touch.

“We don’t know what manner of monster it is yet,” Warriors says. “But it’s stronger than its companions, and smarter too. And…when someone gets struck by it the wound struggles to heal.”

Malon swallows. “But it does heal eventually, right?” She looks up at all of them, at their sorrowful expressions, at the way they struggle to meet her eyes. “Right?”

“It can.” It’s Twilight now, his voice gravelly from the tears he struggles to restrain. “He’s just gotta keep fighting.”

She turns back to her fairy boy. A ray of sun illuminates the side of his face, making his markings stand out starkly against his pale skin. The crimson stripes look especially fierce in the early morning light.

“He will,” she says, and it is both a demand and a plea, a promise and a prayer. “Don’t y’all worry. He will.”

….

It isn’t until that night that he awakens. The other heroes have drifted away by then, reluctant to leave, but all too aware of the suffocating nature of everyone packed into one room. Only Hyrule and Twilight remain. But both have finally caved to her urgings for them to get some much-needed rest and are slumped over the arm chairs in the corners.

So, when Link drags open his eye, she is the only one who sees it.

His gaze is bright with fever and pain, its usual sharpness dulled. But it only takes him a moment to find her.

“Malon.”

It is breathed more than spoken, hardly a hoarse whisper. He lifts a trembling hand, clumsily cupping her cheek. Gently, she threads her fingers between his.

“I’m here, hon.”

“Mal I…” His breath hitches into a wet cough. It wracks his body, violently, and sends tears sliding down his cheeks. The sound of it tears her heart in two.

“Take it easy, fairy boy.” She fetches a cloth from the side table and wipes away the blood that dribbles from his lips. “That monster did a number on you.”

Link hums. “Would’ve hurt Twilight if-if I hadn’t…”

“I know.” A small, sad smile lifts her lips. “I know.”

He sags against the pillows, breathing shallow, eye half-lidded. He is already fading again, Malon can tell. So soon, too soon.

“The boys,” he whispers, “they’re…”

“Fine. Worried sick about you though. You scared ‘em half to death.”

She shakes her head. The pain within her feels like it will cleave her chest in half.

“Why’d you use your own body to block the blow, Link? You’ve got shields and items – so many of them I can’t even keep track of ‘em all. Aren’t those there to try and make sure this-this…doesn’t happen?”

Link’s expression dulls further. He looks all of his true years now, weighed down by the duties he has long born, exhausted from a lifetime of pain.

“Knocked my shield out of my hand.” He looks up at her and something in his gaze pleads that she understand. “There wasn’t time for-for anything else.”

Malon gazes at him for a long moment.

“You’re insufferable, fairy boy,” she says, at last, a choked chuckle erupting out of her. “Why’d I have to fall in love with such a hero?”

He smiles back, though it is a weak effort.

“Because…of my unbelievably good looks.”

She laughs again and it sounds more like a sob.

“Well, I can’t pretend that that wasn’t a part of it.”

He chuckles, but it quickly dissolves into another coughing fit. She holds his hand through it, battling against the tears that beg to pour forth. And when it is over, she wipes away the blood again, and the tears. He closes his eye and leans into her touch.

“You gotta promise me somethin, fairy boy,” she murmurs, as she sets the cloth aside and rubs her thumb against his cheek instead.

Link looks up at her, something terribly vulnerable in his expression. She has only ever seen him gaze at her with such a look. It is an overwhelmingly precious thing.

“Anything,” he says and she believes him.

“You keep fighting, no matter what.” She encases his hand in two of her own, grip as desperate and firm as her words. “Don’t you give up, you hear me? Don’t you dare even think of giving up.”

Her voice cracks, but she plows on anyway. “I can’t lose you, Link.”

His lips quirk up in the slightest of smiles. When he squeezes her hand, it is a feeble movement, but it is there nonetheless, a confirmation that he has heard her.

“I won’t,” he breathes. “Promise.”

The tears come now, cascading down her cheeks in traitorous rivulets. She brushes them away. Then, leaning down, she plants a gentle kiss on Link’s brow.

“Good.”

His eye flutters closed. “Love you, Mal,” he murmurs, voice so soft and quiet she has to strain to catch the words.

But she does. She catches them like the flitting butterflies she used to capture between two careful hands when she was a girl. And she holds them close to her heart.

“I love you too, fairy boy.”

#I kinda based this off a fic I wrote for febuwhump #where time creates a time loop to save twilight from getting smacked by the shadow #and in the end only manages it by putting himself between the sword and twi #so this could be a follow up to that #trin writes #lu time #lu malon #lu chain #lu malink #whump #angst #hurt/comfort #linked universe #linked universe fic #follower celebration #endlessartpumpkin my beloved

73 notes · View notes

youaintnothinbuta · 1 year

Note

Hiii!!!

I was wondering if u could do a Elvis Presley imagine. Where you two have a fight and he says some horrible stuff to u and u leave in the car and get into a really bad car accident.

can end how u like. Sorry if this is really bad I’m new to all this!!

LOVE ur writing btw😘

elvis - “Don’t leave me. Don’t you dare leave me.”

I LOVE THIS IDEA I hope this is okay, enjoyyy!!

Summary: ^^^

Warnings: arguing, yelling, angry Elvis, car crash, hospital

MASTERLIST

_______________________

You and Elvis had been out to one of his friends house parties, but the the night drew to a close sooner than anticipated as a downpour of rain began soaking everyone and everything, pelting you with the kind of raindrops so big they almost stung. You decided it would be best for the both of you to just go home anyway, as you’d been constantly bickering and making nasty comments at the other since you arrived at the party.

“I hate that you don’t trust me, you know that? If anything, I should be the one who can’t trust you, with the girls hangin’ off you like they do!” You barked at him, having to yell extra loud to be heard over the rain, slamming the car door as he and you pulled up to the front of his Graceland home, his parents not home, being out for dinner.

“Fuck sake Y/N! You always bring it back to the girls, don’t ya? Too damn insecure, get a grip, it’s unattractive.” He argued, unlocking the front door, pushing it open so aggressively it slammed against the wall and bounced back to hit your nose, the smack stinging your cold skin as you walked inside behind him.

“Don’t speak to me like that, Elvis. I’m your girl, not your damn maid!” You scolded him as he headed to the kitchen, dripping water through the house. You followed him, grabbing a wine glass out of the cabinet, needing something to calm your mind a bit.

“I’ll talk to you however I fucking want to.” He seethed, slamming his hand down on the counter next to you, you jumped, fumbling with the glass, watching as it shattered into tiny pieces in front of you.

“Oh, god sake, Y/N.” He groaned at the mess you’d just created, tears welling in your eyes. You brought your shaking hand down from the cabinet, unfortunately not without pulling down another fragile glass with it, making you gasp. He glared at you, his eyes the deepest shade of blue, raging like the most wild ends of the ocean. You gulped, preparing yourself for the explosion of anger that was no doubt about to fall from his mouth.

“Get out of the kitchen.” His voice was quiet and soft, eerily quiet.

“Elvis, I’ll clean i—“

“Get out of my kitchen!” Yep, that was the explosion you had expected. He slowly stepped towards you, making you take one backwards. The sound of glass crunched under your heels as you accidentally walk over the fragments on the floor.

“Do you not hear me? Fucking useless. Can’t do anything right, fucking worthless, you are.” He was furious. His deep voice raged at you, you’d never seen him angry quite like this. He continued to walk towards you, yelling a blend of insults and swear words at you, backing you up towards the front door, you kept your distance, genuinely afraid he might throw a punch, which you knew he was more than capable of.

“Get out of my house!” His yell was hoarse and, well, frightening.

“Elvis, please.” You muttered, too many tears welling up in your eyes, they began to stream out and down your cheeks.

“Get out and don’t come back.” He ordered, slamming the door shut in front of you once he’d backed you out the house. You were absolutely shattered, heart feeling like he’d taken it out your body and stomped on it. As hurt as you were, and as tempting as it was to get on your knees and cry until he let you back in, you were angry with him too. You stood up, marching yourself over to your car and hopping in.

“Asshole, talking to me like that, what nerve.” You muttered, starting the car, driving off as fast as you could. You probably would’ve burnt rubber if everything wasn’t rain-soaked. You didn’t really have a destination in mind, apart from far away from him.

Is that it? Are we over? It can’t be. Maybe it should be? I hate him, but I love him. I hate that I love him. Maybe I should go back, that wasn’t like him.

These thoughts tumbled through your mind like it was on spin cycle, your consciousness drifting further and further away from the road as you fell deeper and deeper in thought. And with the rain dulling your hearing and weakening your eyesight, you couldn’t see the truck that pulled out, driving across the road perpendicular to you. You tried to stop, the truck driver tried to stop, but it was too late. You spun the wheel, your car spinning in front of him as the truck ploughed at you. That was the last thing you remember, was the spinning of the car and a piercing ringing in your ear, the feeling of blood rushing down the back of your head before blacking out.

Meanwhile, Gladys and Vernon had just arrived home from their dinner date, to Elvis sitting in the living room by himself, staring intently at nothing.

“Hi, sweetheart! Where’s Y/N?” Gladys asked him.

“Not here. ‘M going to bed.” He mumbled, standing up and trudging his way upstairs.

“Oh, where is she?” She inquired, earning no reply. Elvis got himself into bed, tossing and turning, couldn’t help but feel a little guilty for kicking you out in the rain, but he eventually was able to nod off. In the early hours of the morning, around 3 o’clock, the telephone by the bed startled him awake. He rolled over, groaning, picking up his pillow and shoving it over his ears to try and block out the sound, letting it ring out. The ringing stopped, until it started again, he groaned once again, reaching an arm out to answer.

“Hm?”

“Is this Elvis Presley?” The man on the other end of the line asked.

“Mm.” He hummed.

“My name is Doctor Vincent Langdon. I’m an emergency surgeon at Baptist Memorial Hospital. I’m calling as you are listed as Y/N Y/L/N’s emergency contact.”

That ought to wake him up.

“Surgeon? Y/N? What?”

“The young lady was involved in a car accident, Mr Presley, are you able to come down to the hospital, promptly? We need to collect some information for her medical assessment and the police report, as she is not currently conscious.

“Of course, I’ll be right there.” He shot up, panicking as he scrambled to get dressed and go wake his parents up.

“Mama, mama, it’s all my fault. Wake up, mama, we need to go to the hospital.” He whimpered as shook his mothers shoulder.

“Sweetheart, Elvis, what’s going on?”

“Y/N got into a car accident, she’s at the hospital and it’s all my fault, it’s my fault she’s hurt.” Tears began to fall down his cheeks.

“Elvis, what? What happened?”

“Mama, I need you to just get dressed and wake daddy up, I’ll can’t wait any longer I gotta go, please come to the hospital, I’ll explain later, please.” He begged his mom before running downstairs, picking up his keys out the bowl they were all kept in by the front door, hopping into one of his cars. The drive to the hospital was quick, no traffic on the roads at this hour to slow him down. Once he’d gotten inside and explained to the desk who he was and who he was there to see, he took a seat in the waiting room, his knee bouncing up and down, full of nervous energy.

Soon, the doctor who has rung him earlier came to talk to him, explaining what he had been told by the police about how the crash occurred, before getting all your details from him, as you were yet to wake up.

“Can I see her?” Elvis asked.

“If you want to, you can, but she’s only stable, Mr Presley, not awake, it can be pretty jolting.”

“No I-I want to.” He stuttered, the doctor nodded in agreement, showing him to your room. He stood by your body, trembling with guilt as he pulled a chair up beside you.

“They say unconscious people can still sense what’s going on around them. If that’s true- I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I never should have gotten so angry at you, I never should have kicked you out, this is all my damn fault.” His voice quivered as his eyes burnt with hot tears, his hand curled over yours, he shuddered slightly at the temperature of your skin. It wasn’t dead cold, but cooler than the burning hot he was used to you being.

“Don’t leave me. Don’t you dare leave me. Not now, not ever. God, I know you hear me. Don’t fucking do this to me. I need her. I need her, please, keep her with me.” He pulled his hand away from you, bringing it to his face along with his other hand as he sobbed into his palms.

“I love you, Y/N. I love you so damn much. I will regret this for the rest of my life, I’ll never be able to cope if you don’t make it, you have to come back to me. I love you.” His sad spiel was interrupted by a knock on the door. It was the doctor, who informed him that his parents were there. He left you, going to greet them. He sat with his parents outside your room, explaining to them what happened, how guilty he felt, with his mama holding his hand the whole time. The three of them sat for hours until the sun had risen, saying prayers throughout the night for you. When the clock had struck a reasonable hour, Elvis called your parents who lived in another state. Around lunch time that day, his parents went back to Graceland, but he insisted he would not leave the hospital until he could leave with you.

Hours upon hours later, after falling asleep multiple times outside the room you were in, a nurse came to check on you, rushing out, and then back in with a few doctors. You’d been technically conscious for a few hours now, but no one said anything to him because they wanted you to rest, but when the nurse walked in, she found you awake and able to have a conversation with her. The commotion startled Elvis, waking him up.

“W-what’s goin’ on, honey, is she okay?” he asked, pulling the nurse aside to ask.

“Yes, Mr Presley, she is awake. Would you like to speak to her?” She asked.

Immediately, he rushed in, knelt by your beside and held your hand, thanking the lord you were okay. After repeating his apology a thousand times, you smiled.

“Elvis, you didn’t cause it, okay? And especially after the way you spoke to me the other day, I think I’m long overdue for a hug.”

He nodded, pulling you into the tightest, yet most gentle hug he could. “Don’t leave me. Don’t you dare leave me, ever, okay?” He mumbled into the crook of your neck.

“Don’t tell me to, then.” You joked, but deep down Elvis still felt awful, indescribably guilty. He spent the next 24 hours with you, telling you how much he loves you over and over again in every way he could possibly think of, until you were able to be discharged and go home with him to Graceland.

__________________

A/N: I didn’t really know how to finish it off but I think it’s kinda cute!! thank you for the request I appreciate it <3<3<3<3<3<3

#elvis x y/n #elvis x reader #elvis x you #austin elvis imagine #elvis presley #austin!elvis x reader #elvis #elvis imagine

507 notes · View notes

bts-trans · 1 year

Text

[KOR/ENG LYRICS] HUH?! by Agust D (ft. j-hope)

What the shit, do you know about me?

Fuck that shit,

you think you know ‘bout me (all me)

Every shit is your wannabe life

Your wannabe life

Your wannabe life, ‘bout me, all me

This is your wannabe life, ‘bout me, all me

This is your wannabe life

공수래공수거 그 말은 The saying ‘come empty, return empty*’,

내게 해당 안 돼 헛수고 does not apply to me, save your breath

하여간 촌스러워 음악 한단 새끼들이 Anyway, all the bastards that said “You’re doing music? That’s tacky”,

약 빨기 바뻐 are busy popping pills

악상의 출처 대구에서부터 쌓은 성공의 업보 The themes in my music, karma for all the success I’ve stacked up since Daegu*²

어쩌다 성공 운 좋아 성공 좆이나 까 잡숴 Somehow succeeded, got lucky and succeeded, fuck off and suck my dick

백악관으로 do fly 빙신 새끼들이 말야 To The White House, do fly, these dumbass fuckers

뭐가 중한지를 몰라 열등감들이 폭발 They don’t know what’s important, inferiority complexes blow up

매번 망했다고 날 걱정하는 You worry, saying my life’s ruined

니 인생이 망한 걸 왜 몰라 Why can’t you see that your own life’s in ruins?

그래 인터넷 세상과 현실은 꽤나 달라 That’s right, the internet world and reality are quite different

현실을 살아 live your life Live in reality, live your life

다들 정신 차리라고 맴맴매 Everyone should snap out of it, smack smack smack

전부 귀싸대기를 백백 대 You all should get slapped across the face, a hundred times over

다들 깨끗한 척은 역겹네 They all try to act clean, it’s disgusting

부디 니 똥부터나 check check 해 Why don’t you check check your shit instead

수많은 기사와 가십 정보화 시대 속 악인 The villain in the countless news articles and this gossip information era

현실이 시궁창이라면은 벗어나기를 해 If your reality is the sewer, I hope you get out of it

절실히 너조차 잘 되길 기도해 I’ll pray desperately that even you succeed

What the shit, do you know about me?

Fuck that shit,

you think you know ‘bout me (all me)

Every shit is your wannabe life

Your wannabe life

Your wannabe life, ‘bout me, all me

This is your wannabe life, ‘bout me, all me

This is your wannabe life

Whatever you think huh

No matter what you do

No matter what you say huh

Whatever you have huh

No matter what you know

No matter what you may be huh

난 너에 대한 모든 부분에, huh For me, every part of you, huh

그저 가치 없기 그지없기에, huh is just worthless, forever, huh

무슨 할 말이 필요해, huh huh What is there to say, huh huh

내 할 일을 해도, 내 갈 길을 가도 Even if I do what I’ve got to, walk where I have to,

화제가 되기에, 화재를 재기해 I go viral, and set the fire*³ alight again

내 플랜은 직행 (burn up) My plan is to go straight (burn up)

On the street, keep that (burn up)

내 step은 깊게 (burn up) My steps are deep (burn up)

So 내 복귀는 쉽게 (burn up) So my return will be easy (burn up)

이제 모욕이 될 시스템, huh The system will now be an insult, huh

과열이 된 기계들, huh The machines are overheated, huh

난 역경은 참고 경멸은 못 참기에 I can stand adversity, but cannot stand contempt

이건 내가 주는 feedback, huh So this is my feedback that I’m giving, huh

What the shit, do you know about me?

Fuck that shit,

you think you know ‘bout me (all me)

Every shit is your wannabe life

Your wannabe life

Your wannabe life, ‘bout me, all me

This is your wannabe life, ‘bout me, all me

This is your wannabe life

Translators’ Notes:

* ‘Come empty, return empty’ is a Korean proverb that means to live life without greed, as everyone equally comes to the world empty handed and leaves the world empty handed.

2. Daegu is a city in South Korea that Suga grew up in.

3.The words ‘viral’ and ‘fire’ are both pronounced as ‘hwa-jae’ in Korean, although spelt differently. ‘Viral’ is spelt as ‘화제’ and ‘fire’ is spelt as ‘화재’.

#230421 #bts #bangtan #lyrics #yoongi #SUGA #D-DAY #agust d #AgustD #huh?!#j-hope #ft. j-hope

166 notes · View notes

oftenwantedafton · 4 months

Text

Vent - Steve Raglan/William Afton/Springtrap x Female Reader

Chapters 7-10

Rating - Explicit

no explicit content in these chapters

Also available on AO3 Chapter 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

Chapter 7 ~ the ride ~

The sedan that pulls into your driveway is a relic from the past: oversized, not fuel efficient, all long lines and sharp angles, noisy engine and abundant exhaust.

You lift the chrome handle, the passenger side door swinging wide to grant you access. The seats are low, deep, a sinking descent that has you leaning to grasp the inside handgrip and tug the door closed. It’s a heavy sound, like a metal jaw closing; like a trap sealing shut.

“Thanks for giving me a ride.”

“I don’t mind.” Steve Raglan grins around the lollipop in his mouth, the white stick tucking into one dimpled corner. The career counselor had offered to pick you up after school, claiming he was on his way to the pizzeria anyway. He’s still dressed in his office attire: a long sleeved windowpane patterned dress shirt, dark tie and matching trousers. You don’t know what to make of your new boss; you’ve barely spoken to him since he’d hired you four months ago.

This afternoon was going to be your first day of orientation, the renovation and construction phase of the restaurant completed. You wonder again about the fate of the yellow rabbit, who, despite his promise, has been nowhere near the premises each time you’d passed by, trying to sneak a peek here and there until the site was firmly off limits. Perhaps he did not enjoy the remodeling process. You cannot imagine his existence outside the costume; cannot fathom why he insists upon wearing it, lurking in that strange abandoned building, a ghost of a memory haunting what remains.

There’s some dated song that sounds like it’s from the eighties playing softly on the radio that the driver hums along with as he reverses the car, some melody with a lot of guitar and synthesizers that you don’t recognize. You fold your hands in your lap and stare at the scenery as you depart your neighborhood, wondering where the man might live; if his house is as dated looking as his office furniture and clothing and car. You wonder if he lives alone. You don’t see a wedding ring on his finger, but that doesn’t necessarily mean he’s not married.

“You look nervous,” he observes when you reach your first stoplight, glancing over at you. His tongue is stained red from the candy, curling around the crimson orb before he drags it through his lips. You realize you’re staring and you hurriedly look away, but not before you see him smirk. “First day jitters are common. You should try to relax. You’re not going to be doing anything too strenuous today.”

You nod, keeping silent. The engine revs as the light changes to green and the sharp, fast turn makes you lose your balance and lean towards the older man, your shoulder pressing against his upper arm. You reach out to brace yourself, one hand closing over his thigh, trying to push yourself back into place. His head turns, tucking down towards his shoulder, eyes shifting from the road to look at you. The soft smile is back, his pale eyes darkening.

And then he refocuses on the road and you manage to find your way upright and back into your own seat, the moment passed.

The parking lot is empty when you arrive at Freddy’s. Raglan crunches through the last of the candy embedded on the stick and tucks it back into the wrapper with an almost mournful sounding sigh. He shuts the engine off and you feel his eyes on you.

“You ready?”

You swallow and nod, thinking you’re very much not ready at all.

***

“Wow.”

The owner hadn’t been kidding when he’d said the place was being completely renovated; it looked amazing. The retro look is still very much present, but every surface from the flooring to the tables to the curtained stage is spotlessly clean, the colors vibrant, the textures of tile and wood and carpet restored. Neon lights brighten every wall. Rows of arcade and pinball machines are powered to life, the prize counter fully stocked. The skylights above offer a gentle spill of natural light that must be stunning on evenings when the sky is clear and full of stars.

“You like it?”

You glance over to find Raglan leaning back against the front of the elevated stage, his arms braced on either side. You nod, watching as he makes his way over to one of the prize machines, digging into his pocket for quarters. The coins slot into the receptacle and the handle turns, depositing a gumball into his waiting palm.

“Want one?”

You shake your head, watching the purple globe disappear inside his mouth.

“Why isn’t anyone else here?”

“They’re coming later. You’ll be joining them, watching the orientation video and filling out paperwork. Tedious, necessary tasks. But you’ve got a lot of things to learn, hence you getting some one on one time.” A pale lavender bubble emerges, parting his lips before he snaps it and it retracts back into the recesses of his mouth. Your eyes shift to the velvet curtains, and he notices. “You want to see them?”

Without waiting for a reply he moves to the wall beside the stage, his palm slamming on the comically large red button.

The lighting set in the fixtures above change from stationary white to a rotating display of flashing colors that stretch into bands across the room. The curtains slide back and you have your first glimpse of the main trio of animatronics, the rabbit and chicken bracketing the bear leader. There’s no music loaded yet, but they move as if performing anyway. You watch the pantomime of guitar strumming and crooning into the microphone as Steve ascends the first couple of narrow steps leading to the platform, offering you a hand to help you join him onstage.

The luminaires splash a full rainbow spectrum of color over the pair of you and the robotic animal mascots moving in front of you. You walk around slowly to view them from all angles. There’s wonder in your eyes as you admire the figures; something more obsessive in the older man’s.

“Let’s get started.”

Chapter 8 ~ employees only ~

“If you’ll follow me right this way.”

Steve pushes on one of the Employees Only doors, holding it open for you. You hesitate. There’s something about this that’s familiar, but it’s difficult to discern. Everything is blanketed in fog each time you reach for it, your mind denying you access.

“Is there a problem?”

“No, I…” One foot in front of the other. You’ve reached the threshold. He’d only opened half of the pair of doors. You see the narrow window of the closed partner. An eye, watching you. You feel like you’re being swallowed down when you enter the dimly lit corridor beyond. There is no color here. Everything is gray, raw. Coarse cement and abrasive bricks. The rough draft of a canvas, sketched in and waiting to be finished. The end of the hall divides into two more. It’s a maze you’d get lost in.

Had you been here before? Had you somehow escaped?

Raglan steps away from the door and it seals shut. He’s so tall beside you. You look up and he looks down. Watching. Waiting.

“Follow me,” he says, the rasp echoing as he abruptly begins striding down the hall, Oxfords striking the concrete. You hurry to keep up. You don’t want to be alone back here.

***

The service room is enormous, a vast space filled with steel shelves and workstations. Computers occupy desks and neatly organized tools hang on the walls. A different version of this area flashes in your mind. You’ve seen it before: cluttered and dirty, full of broken equipment and something sharp and dangerous. You hadn’t been alone. You’d been led here.

The owner speaks and the thoughts dissipate, lost to the hidden recesses once again. “This is the heart of Freddy’s. Everything out there is only possible because of what happens in here.” Steve switches on a desk lamp and thumbs the lock of one of the filing cabinets, lifting out a massive binder and setting it on the surface of one of the desks, gesturing for you to come closer. You can faintly detect a hint of grape from the gum he’s still chewing. “You’re going to need to do a lot of studying. Memorizing. Learn every detail.” He flips the cover open and then gathers a handful of the pages within, letting them fan apart until he releases them and they randomly settle. You recognize a diagram of an endoskeleton, the featured arm component meticulously detailed.

“Are you sure I’m the right person for the job? It seems like you’d be better off with someone who actually has a background in this.”

“I’ll teach you. They’re my creations, after all.” He reaches up to remove his glasses. The neat sweep of graying hair has finally succumbed and descended, several strands falling over his forehead. He’d loosened his tie somewhere between the dining area and the service room, exposing the hollow at the base of his throat and teasing the beginnings of some sort of scars. He sees you looking; you think nothing will ever escape this man’s notice. “I saw the way you looked at them. You understand. You are exactly the right person for this job.”

Chapter 9 ~ orientation ~

The new hires filter into the restaurant throughout the rest of the afternoon and early evening, gradually restoring life to the previously unoccupied space. There are tours and actual VHS videos to watch on an older model tv that Steve insists on using, so lodged in that sense of nostalgia, such an odd contrast with the thirst for the newest technology for the animatronics.

You recognize a fair number of the employees as students from your school: people you’ve never spoken to, people who likely don’t know your name and have never bothered to spare you a second glance.

Your new boss does nothing but give you second glances. And third and fourth and beyond. He’s always watching you. He’s doing it right now, seated near the wheeled tv stand, one long leg folded, ankle resting on the opposite knee. You feel dissected beneath his gaze. You can’t determine what exactly his fascination is. You’ve never felt pretty nor interesting, but he looks at you like you’re some brand new discovery. Earlier in the service room he’d been nothing but professional, diluting some of your misgivings. He’d answered your questions and encouraged you to bring some of the materials home to peruse further. You’d handled some of the primary components for one hand joint, let him guide your own real phalanges to slot the pieces together, alloys and cables delicately weaved, the correct pattern slowly realized. And yet, that uneasy feeling had remained. There was still something off about him, as kind and patient and affable as he seemed.

The crowd disperses after the video is finished and you’re alone with Raglan again. The view of the stars through the skylights is every bit as impressive as you’d predicted. You trail after him, watching as he puts everything away, gathering the recently signed orientation packets and tucking them inside a filing cabinet in the manager’s office. He hits a few switches and the main lighting dims, the security system activated. He turns the key to lock the front doors and pauses, the rabbit’s foot keychain swinging gently where it dangles from its ring, looking over at you standing there, the binder he’s leant you clutched tightly to your chest.

Of course he offers you a ride home. Of course you accept.

Chapter 10 ~ the first lesson ~

You settle back inside Steve Raglan’s car, shivering. It’s still that period between late winter and early spring and the nights get cold.

“The heat will be up soon.” He turns the dials so the blower directs the air flow over your upper and lower body. You nod gratefully, the binder now tucked safely on the back seat, next to the white tshirt with the red Freddy Fazbear logo on the left chest that will be your uniform. He’s said any type of black pants are fine to wear. You’ll have to rummage through your drawers and see what you have.

The bearded man makes no move to leave the parking lot, the car now paused at the exit. “Are you hungry, by any chance?” You haven’t eaten since lunch at school. Your stomach growls, churning at the idea of sustenance and Steve chuckles softly. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“I didn’t bring any money with me.”

“Don’t worry about it. My treat. Payment for your extra time today, if you’re feeling that guilty about it.” He waves away your frown and the engine rumbles as he pulls away from the pizzeria. “We’ll be getting supplies for the kitchen in the coming weeks and they’ll be options available on site. Until then…oh, here we go.” You feel the sudden heat wafting over you as the temperature elevates and the car distributes it accordingly.

“You don’t have to give me a ride next time.”

He glances at you. “Oh? Is there a problem? You’d prefer walking? This time of night?”

You backpedal quickly. “No. I don’t mean to seem ungrateful Mr. Raglan, I just don’t feel like it’s fair to make you escort me back and forth. That’s not your responsibility. I’ll be buying a car soon.”

“Steve, please. At the very least when we’re alone like this. I can’t abide the formality of the other title. So what’s wrong? You don’t like the indebted feeling? Or…?”

“That, and…I’m not used to it.”

“Not used to what?”

“The attention. The conversation. I don’t…I don’t know what I’m doing. It’s awkward.”

“You don’t need to say anything to try to impress me. You’ve already been hired.”

You fumble for an explanation. “It’s not that. It’s…I’m so bad at this.” You pluck at a loose thread emerging from the seam of your jacket.

“I disagree. Still, I leave it at your discretion. Accept a ride or don’t.”

The roads become well lit again as you reach the other side of town. Steve pulls into the driveway of a popular fast food franchise, halting along the row of parking spots before actually getting into the line for the drive thru, glancing over at you. He still hasn’t replaced his glasses. You wonder what he needs them for, if seemingly not to drive or perform tasks close up like when you’d been in the workshop. So odd. “What do you want?”

“Oh, um…a cheeseburger, fries, a Coke. Just a medium is fine.”

“Sounds good.”

He eases the car into the line, duplicating your order when he reaches the speaker set before the brightly illuminated menu, the only alteration being a request for a chocolate milkshake instead of soda.

“You have such a sweet tooth,” you murmur as he advances to the window for payment.

He grins at you. “Terrible, isn’t it? Don’t get old, you’re not going to like it. Your body develops strange cravings.” Steve hands over a credit card and then passes the paper bag of food over to you, slotting the two beverages into the cupholder and then finds a spot to park near the rear of the lot lined with trees and hedges.

The older man takes back the bag, dividing up the contents between you. You unwrap your burger while your boss takes a bite of a French fry and sighs contentedly. “Yesss, they’re fresh.”

The burger is too, the heat permeating the wrapper that perches on your thigh, warming the denim clad skin beneath it. You take a bite, chewing and staring as the evening breeze shifts a low hanging branch of the tree in front of the vehicle, the shadows moving across the dashboard.

“Do you do a lot of cooking? At the restaurant or at home or does someone else…” You don’t know why you’re trying so hard to fill the silence.

“I’m not home much, so no. I live alone. There is no ‘someone else.’” The straw parts his lips and he tests the flavor of the shake, sighing again, apparently satisfied. “You can ask me anything you want, you know. You don’t need to be cagey about it.”

“I’m not…” Your voice trails off. “So you’re not married?”

“Not anymore.” Another French fry disappears. He licks the salt from his fingertips. “I wonder if you’d do me the same courtesy and answer some questions. An even trade for each that I respond to. Does that sound fair?”

Your heart quickens. Suddenly the car seems too warm.

“Can you…can you turn down the heat?”

He switches the engine off and cracks his window open. You inhale deeply, grateful for the fresh air.

“You still haven’t accepted my terms.”

“I…I guess it’s fair.” You take another hurried bite of your sandwich and wash it down with a sip of cola.

“Have you ever had a boyfriend?”

“No.”

He nods. “Gone out on a date, anything?”

“Never.”

“Have you ever been kissed?”

Your hand freezes mid rummage through the box of French fries. “That’s three questions. I only asked you two.”

He smirks, cracking the lid of the milkshake to remove the straw, using it to spoon more of the chilled dairy treat on his tongue. “Clever. So ask me something else and then answer mine.”

“What are the scars from?”

“How did you…ah. Open shirt collar.” The pizzeria owner shoves the straw back inside the cup, still clutched by the lid settled loosely on top. He unbuttons the cuff of his right sleeve, folding it up neatly until it’s tucked by his elbow.

More scars tattoo his skin, lines and circles, dots and dashes, they begin at the wrist, marking front and back, his arm swiveling slowly to display them. There seems to be no end to them, but it’s impossible to tell as the shirt hides the rest of him.

“What happened?”

“That’s another answer you owe me. They’re from the springlocks. They’re what separates someone from the dangerous parts inside of the mascot suits.”

“They failed.”

“Yes. I’ll be generous and count that last one as more of a statement than a question. Now answer mine.”

You force yourself to meet his gaze. “No, I’ve never been kissed.”

“Would you like to try it?”

Your stomach somersaults. “What?”

“I can teach you about a lot more than just the animatronics.”

You feel the heat rising in your cheeks.

“Such a pretty color.” He hums appreciatively at the blooming pink tinge. “What do you think? Entirely at your discretion, again. You’re under no obligation. We can keep things strictly professional.”

You stare in disbelief at your new boss’s smirking mouth. He actually wanted to…it’s wrong, isn’t it? Inappropriate on so many levels. He’s so strange. That disarming, off putting feeling is still present, but there’s something else as well. You’re so used to being ignored, unwanted, disregarded. But this man, virtual stranger that he is, he seems to actually desire you. The sensation warms you further. You want more of it. He intrigues you.

“Okay,” you agree softly.

“Okay what? Okay you want to keep things professional, or okay you want me to kiss you? You have to say it.”

“I want you to kiss me.” Just saying the words sends a thrill through your body, stirring a warmer desire within.

One hand settles against your face, palm warm, the fingertips calloused. His thumb strokes across your cheek, underlines your lower lip. “You’re tense. Relax.”

“I’m trying.”

“Close your eyes.”

You obey, feeling your lashes trembling with the effort it takes to hold them there, restrained. You want to see what the older man is doing. You hear the seat creak as he leans closer to you, feel his breath against your forehead and cheeks and neck, saving the ultimate goal of your mouth for last.

His lips are gentle against your tentative ones. You’d half expected his beard to be scratchy but it’s oddly smooth. His mouth touches yours again and you feel wetness now, his lips parting and your own reflexively open. This isn’t as scary as you’d imagined it would be. It feels good. Really good. The hand against your cheek slides down to your neck. You’re not sure where to put your own hands, finally resting one on his bare forearm, stroking along the patterns of his scars.

He moans into your mouth, seat creaking again when his pelvis shifts. His tongue presses against yours and oh, does that do something to your insides; forget the somersault, this is an absolute roller coaster at its apex plunge. It spirals around your own, caressing, stroking, pushing. You absently realize you’re no longer caressing his arm, your nails digging into flesh instead.

He sucks your bottom lip briefly before breaking away, easing back into his seat while your eyes slide open. You’re both a little breathless, panting for air, watching each other before he recovers enough to speak. “Well you are a fast learner, aren’t you? Such a good protégé. I’d ask you if you enjoyed it but the answer is quite apparent.” He gently pries your fingers loose from their vice grip.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

“Don’t apologize. I liked it. A lot.”

You wonder if he’ll kiss you again, somewhat disappointed when he doesn’t. The cold remains of your dinner are tossed and he restarts the engine. Another twenty minutes and the route to your house will be completed. You don’t think you’re going to sleep a wink tonight.

You’re at that stoplight again, the one with the sharp ninety degree turn that he’d taken too fast.

“Did you do that on purpose earlier?”

“Hmmm?” It’s the first time you’ve spoken to each other since the parking lot of the fast food joint.

“When you took the corner too fast.”

He chuckles softly. “Accidental. Intentional. A pity we can’t try it again from this direction to decide which it is.” He pauses. “We could try it again tomorrow, though. If I’m still picking you up. Or are you still insistent that walking is more proper?”

“You can pick me up.” The light turns green but he doesn’t move. There are no other cars around. “Why did you stop kissing me?”

His thumb strokes over the grips of the steering wheel. “Because that was the end of the lesson.” The car turns gently. Your destination is close now. You wish it wasn’t.

Your parents’ cars are in the driveway and the reality of your unpleasant home life comes crashing down around you. You'd actually managed to forget all about it for once. Excited about your new job. Feeling like you might belong somewhere after all. Wanted by your new employer. No longer so lonely.

Steve reaches into the back seat, retrieving your things and handing them to you. You hesitate, one hand resting on the handle of the door.

“Tomorrow,” he promises.

#william afton x you #william afton x reader #steve raglan x you #steve raglan x reader #william afton #fnaf movie #fnaf fanfic

37 notes · View notes

gaslysainz · 8 months

Text

Lost (PG10) pt.2

Summary: The world is utterly unfair. He was her most prized possession, her life, her first ever commitment of love. But to him, she was just a mere person lost in his big world.

warnings: ; unrequited feelings; Pierre is a douche , arrange marriage, angst, explicit scenes and languages.

Author's Note~ Heya guys! So a few days back I posted the first chapter of my first ever fanfic! And I'm overwhelmed by the response ❤️ Really Thanks a lot to everyone who had liked the story so far. It's just the beginning of the journey, there's a lot to come. Love You All 😘 Here's my first ever story for you guys. As soon as I finish this one, I'll start taking requests maybe! Till then please show your love and support for "LOST".

Journal Entry -2

A new episode and a new day of my life. Never in my 24 years of life have I ever thought that I would have to come across this day. This awful day when i would have to sit through a whole day in my room crying my eyes out and coming out of my room only when i'm called for causes like "Julia needs a glass of water, you need to clean Julia's dress, Julia accidentally dropped food on the floor, clean up the mess" so on and so forth. Today was the day when I had to look at the most heart wrenching thing ever...

So here's what happened

*FLASHBACK*

I was reading a book in my room and suddenly someone knocked at my door. I opened the door and came across Pierre!

"H-hey! you need something?"

I noticed him looking inside my room at our wedding picture hanging on the wall right above my head. Obviously he'd be curious about my room cause he's never been inside my room before. I actually felt a little awkward so i cleared my throat to get his attention.

"Uh! yea actually Julia was having a headache, go and make some soup or something and bring it up to my room along with some medicine!" There was that tone! Full of despise for me.

"Sure" By saying that i went down to the kitchen to make some soup for her.

That's what my job in this house is after all, looking after the house and the people in it. Oh! Did I mention? We do not have any maids. Cause apparently according to my husband's mistress, I'm not any different than a maid so why waste money on hiring one? Anyways, after making the soup and being satisfied with it I went towards Pierre's room and stopped once I saw something that no married or committed person should ever see. My husband was on top of my sister thrusting deep inside her and them moaning out each other's name.

You must be thinking that what am i so shaken up about? I should've been used to this by now, Well this is the first time i'm seeing them doing it in front of my eyes. Yes i admit it that i've heard them before but seeing it live, right in front of me is a whiplash of a whole lot of negative thoughts. And what did I do in that situation? Nothing! I just closed the door silently, kept the soup and the medicine outside the room and came back to my room and cried my eyes out! Why did they have to keep the door opened? Did my husband really become so heartless? Did he really want me to see that I can never get his love? Did he really have literally shove it in my face that he belongs completely and soulfully to his mistress and I can never take her place?

Oh! and the agony! My Step sister saw me standing outside the room and smirked!

Yes she had the audacity to smirk at me....

*FLASHBACK ENDS*

I know i'm young and naive. My sister is 27 and i'm 24 years old. She's more mature than I am, sexier, prettier, and more perfect , with an hourglass figure, amazing style. But all that, with a nasty heart it seems. She can easily go out wearing anything and everything that she wants whereas I tend to gravitate towards PJ's, hoodies and oversized clothes. The only time I wear dresses are at the parties that I attend with my husband. But still, he never looks at me the same way he looks at her. She is definitely Pierre's s absolute match in all spheres. And here I am, stupid little girl crying my eyes out inside my room cause my husband is making love to my step sister.

I, Mrs. Y/n Gasly is once again LOST!

LOST in my sister's PERFECTION!

PS - Please lemme know what do you think about LOST and also let me know if you wanna be added to the tag list ❤️

@peachiicherries @crimeshowjunkie

@oblomovissad ❤️

83 notes · View notes

imaginedreamwrite · 2 years

Text

Dear Darling

“Please, I have a daughter.” The statement comes out as a plea for mercy and to anyone else it would seem genuine, but not to them.

They know that he’s using it an excuse to spare his life, they know he doesn’t truly care about his own flesh and blood.

“A daughter-“ The wicked little bitch pleads with them, clasping her hands in an attempt to mercy that falls short.

“Hi sweetheart,” Bucky turns his back on the couple and takes a few steps to crouch near the wall, peering down at the small child, “you shouldn’t be watching this.”

She’s out of bed and wide eyed, curious about the two men standing before her father and step-mother. Her hands are clutching the wall and she should be scared but Bucky knows that her penchant for mischief and curiosity is unbound.

“Who are you?” She questions with a tilt of her head, and Bucky feels a bubbling laugh building in his throat.

“My name is Bucky, and that’s my friend Steve.”

“What’s gonna happen?” Bucky’s slips stretch and the appearance of fangs protrude form his lips, and his hand flexes with every beat of the child’s heart.

“Nothing you need to worry about. I have something for you.” From behind his back, Bucky pulls a stuffed rabbit that seems lifelike with soft browned fur and a cute button nose.

“Its cute.” He smiles again at her awing, handing it over with a gentle pat to her head.

“Go back to bed, honey. You’ll be safe in your bed.”

He waits until she’s gone and then he stands, his jaw clenching and thirst hitting him dead on. He turns slowly, watching his partner holding the couple still with an underlying threat.

“If you touch anything that belongs to that sweet child,” Bucky’s voice is deep and intense, his huskiness akin to deadly rage, “we’ll disembowel you.”

“To start.” Steve finishes with a deep seeded growl, a few pops and cracks of his bones a sign of his ability to shift on the fly. “Now…we need to discuss a few things-“

“I don’t have it!” The quim cries, shaking and holding his hands up for safety. “Please, you can have her-“

“Her?” Steve reaches for the front of his shirt and lifts him clean off the ground, the tips of his toes hovering against the floor. “You can’t give away what doesn’t belong to you.”

“My daughter-“ he attempts again, and finds it shot down.

“-will be getting gifts from now on. They are for her and her alone and if you touch them, if you try and pawn them off, you’re going to die.” Bucky warns once and the man is dropped back down to the floor, his wife clinging to him.

“You still have a debt owed, and we will be back to collect payment. Gradually.” Steve straightens himself out and clears his throat, glancing over his shoulder to gaze upon Bucky.

“She likes the rabbit, already asleep.”

“Good.” Steve steps away from the couple and turns sharply, striding toward Bucky. “Let’s go, we have another few stops to make tonight.”

The climb is jaunting as you attempt to scale the side of the house to get back into your room. The light is dimmed from the new moon and there’s a distinct lack of sound surrounding the house, but from within the house you can hear the toxic and twisted sound of your father and step-mother.

She’s shrieking like she usually does, a ploy to make your father feel better about his impudence and you feel nauseous when you hear him asking her how it feels. There’s nothing more than the sound of them that makes you feel as sick, and you’re quick to climb into your bedroom and slam the window shut behind you.

However as you turn to your bed, you find that all sound has been erased anyway. It’s muffled and quieted by the gift that’s sitting squarely in the middle and the letter written in thick stationary. You’ve had gifts like this before, once a year for every Christmas and your birthday, and of course Valentine’s Day.

They started out cute when you were younger, stuffed bears and little charms, a jewelry box or new colouring books. As you got older the gifts had become more suited to your age like journals and sketchbooks, perfectly balanced perfumes and jewelry.

However your favourite had been a music box that came when you turned 16. It was beautiful and well crafted, it depicted an image of a wolf howling while a ballerina danced to the moonlight skyline. It was your most prized possession, it was beautiful and breathtaking.

And the music box had come with the delivery of a modest, safe vehicle signed in your name and completely free. It was a gift from someone who had sponsored parts of your life and only left a few short words in letters occasionally.

Dear Darling, the letters began, the newest was no exception.

You loved the letters and loved the gifts, especially since your father and step-mother had in no small measure tried to forget you were still around.

Dear Darling,

Hope this finds you well, you’re turning 19 soon sweet girl. This gift is smaller than the ones in the past, but it’s no less beautiful. Stay safe sweet girl and keep your head up, you’re doing amazing sweetie.

SR & BB

You sat on the bed and grasped the box, holding it securely as you lift the lid and gazed at the charm bracelet sitting inside. It was resting on a velour pillow with a few pretty charms hanging off the bracelet, all of which were detailed and immaculate.

A wolf howling at the moon was next to a bat hanging upside down with its wings spread. There was a detailed rose that looked as if it was embedded with tiny little rubies to make the petals, and the final charm was your initials.

“Its beautiful,” you crooned and lift it from the box, looking over every immaculate detail before slipping it on your wrist, “I love it.”

You had no memory of who was giving you these gifts, but with every gift had come a feeling of security and wanting.

Every gift was catered to you, and every gift made you feel like a princess.

#werewolf!Steve Rogers x human!Reader x vampire!Bucky Barnes #monster!Stucky x reader #monster Monday #vampire!Bucky Barnes x human!Reader #werewolf!Steve Rogers x human!Reader #dear darling #dear darling masterlist

505 notes · View notes

aphroditesmoon · 8 months

Text

heaven :-♡

gwen stacy x fem!reader

summary: you love eachother, just maybe not enough.

warnings; angst, hurt/comfort, lowkey manipulative reader (not w gwen), canon divergence, atsv spoilers.

wc: 2k

"NOW I BEND LIKE A WILLOW THINKING OF YOU, LIKE A MURMURING BROOK CURVING ABOUT YOU, AS I SIP THE REST OF THE COFFEE YOU LEFT, A KISS LEFT FOR YOU."

▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎○○○○○○○○▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎

THE FIRST TIME you were sure that you loved Gwen Stacy was when she had put herself before you from an arrow aimed straight at your heart. “I could’ve handled it.” Your voice was more devastated than angry. Because how can you be angry at someone who took an arrow for you. She bled out a little too much for your liking. The wound wasn’t deathly, as everyone said. But you trembled anyways, and you cursed her for trying to be heroic.

When she woke up 2 hours after her wounds cleaned up and sewn together, she saw you cry for the first time since she’s known you.

The annoying beeping sound of the machine by her side wasn’t helping. But as she opened her eyes to you with a teasing grin, pale face glowing under the illuminating white lights of the medical room and her fingers curled gently around your tightly closed fist, you relaxed. “Stop trying to get yourself killed. Cheating death is my thing, not yours.” You had tried to joke with her, failing terribly when the words came out wobbly and upset.

“If I had known you would’ve missed having me around so much, I wouldn’t have tried.” She responded hoarsely. You let out a small choked laugh and shook your head. “If you wanted my attention so badly, you could’ve just asked.” Gwen chuckles tiredly, her eyes strained themselves to be kept open.

You had stayed with her the whole evening until she was finally feeling better. The whole night was spent in silence, after. Neither of you had felt the need to say anything in between the mutually understanding of longingly shared looks and glances. And when she let herself lean against you, your arms moving to wrap around her felt like it made most sense than anything else in the world.

The first time she knew she loved you was when she had took a visit to your room, and a painting of her that was still in the works, stood in the middle like an masterpiece under a spotlight. And she realized that she loved the way you saw her, and she’d like to love you the same way you did.

You painted her the same way you had perceived her, the blue-eyed girl with so much good and bravery in her only someone who knew her as deep as they loved her could have seen. The painting was hung next to a portrait of your dead father. And that night, she had kissed you on top of your roof as the clock stroke 12 with the background noises of loud New Year house parties in your neighborhood. The both of you had gotten to know eachother with your lips and your hands holding onto the other like a sinking ship while the fireworks and night stars watches from the sky.

The last time you saw Gwen Stacy, you only let your gaze soften and holding hers for less than a second before looking back down to your hands, avoiding her gaze. You hear her voice for the last time as Miguel is relentless in sending her back to her universe, despite everyone in the room knowing the risks. “I thought we were supposed to be the good guys.” She thought wrong. Or at least, she understood Miguel wrongly. His role is to uphold the system, letting things fall into place at it should be, whether it be a good thing, or the opposite.

“We are the good guys.” The larger man had said before repeating it louder. He had misunderstood himself too.

Sure, it was a leader’s job to get his own hands dirty for the greater good. But what he’s truly fighting for, was the consequences of his own actions. A consequence that forced him to believe that others could not possibly achieve what he could not. A projection of his own guilt and insecurity.

He had looked at you differently then, your loyalty was made clear with your silence. But not a lot of people understand that sometimes cowardice is often mistaken as confidence in one’s decisions. You should have done something, you should have gone after her, should’ve spoken up to Miguel and told him you wanted nothing to do with this betrayal. But you were afraid that he was right. You have lost your own father as a canon event, what makes Miles any different?

4 days have passed since the incident. Miles Morales was still missing, unidentified in his universe.

Miguel O’hara and Jessica Davis along with 5 other spidermen have made their move, splitting up and jumping from universe to universe. They had started their search in earth 42 once they had realize that he wasn’t in his own universe. And yet, the most expected outcome was proven wrong. Not a single trace of him was found there, every single cameras were shown to be a clean slate, not a single abnormality.

The Miles they had found there was not the Miles they wanted.

“It’s impossible.” Miguel had stated. “It’s almost like he was never born.” But he did, the crying and praying existence of his parents had proven that. And yet all records and all signs of him had disappeared. “Someone must’ve meddled with the footages and paperwork when we were gone.” You suggested surely. He has snapped his head towards you, brows burrowed in confusion. “Someone, from the inside.” He says slowly, turning back again to his desk, thinking hard. “Someone who knows how to handle the technology here.” You added, watching the gears in his brain work. “Someone…” You tried slowly. “…who could’ve stopped him in the first place, but didn’t.” You watch his head flinch as he processes your accusation. “Margo."

"That’s it, it had to be her.” His eyes widen and he no longer second guesses his words.

“We need to find her, and interrogate her.” He decided then. You nodded absent-mindedly, walking closer to the door of his office.

“Her parents are gonna freak if their daughter disappears.” You say it like you cared, like you had hoped he would care. But you didn’t really, and you know he wouldn’t. “I don’t care.” And so Margot was taken into the Spider-Society physically for the first time to be held against her will for interrogation.

If it were any other spider-person, Miguel would’ve already used drastic measures. But with Margo, who’s fear was so visible, and intentions so obviously genuine, he gave in. He had made sure to be the one doing the interrogation, a glass room where no one else was allowed into. And he had pleaded, begged, scolded, and yelled for her to give him something he could work with. But she insisted that her worst crime in the society was not holding Miles back when she could’ve.

How he manages to still be this patient, you’re not sure. The bags under his eyes were getting more visible, and his snapping are more frequent. “What do you even gain from keeping secrets for him?” He had questioned her. “Neither of you owe eachother anything. And when I have to clean up the mess for his choices, you will bear the guilt and everything that comes with it as an accomplice.”

Margot says nothing, She sulks as he speaks, until finally you watch how she raises her head to look at the reflective glass, staring straight at you as if you’re visible in her line of sight.

Miguel sighs and make a move to leave the room when suddenly, the electricity dies, and darkness envelopes every part of the building. The glass door was automatically locked. "What the fuck-"

You take a deep breath, immediately walking away from Miguel’s calling, straight to the camera supervision. The usually blue lit area was as dark as a moonless night. You pulled out Margo’s computer with her own separate wiring from the other computers that’s directly wired to the building’s electricity.

There is less than 6 minutes before the electricity is back on again. You pulled out a paper and a pen as the today’s 15 hours recording of CCTV loads. Your hands moves quickly to jot down the hours and seconds of every recording Miles Morales in it with the accurate transcription of his whereabouts. The files were then immediately deleted. The computer being shut off and placed back where you found it. You wipe your hands on your thighs, as if cleaning the evidence off of you. Taking a step back after you fixed the computer back on it’s place, your breath hitched.

You stiffen as you take in the presence of another person. “Took you long enough.” Gwen Stacy stands behind you fully masked. “Don’t talk to me like you’re on my side.” She snaps. “I am.” You don’t turn out as your hand raises up, waving the folded paper in the air. Gwen snatches it from you and unfolds it to give it a glace through. “How did you know I was coming?” She asks finally.

3 more minutes.

“The same way I know your dad is still alive, I keep tabs.” Feeling the tension softly loosen, you drop your shoulders, breathing out a tired sigh while you spin yourself to be face to face with her. “Is this supposed to be an apology?” Gwen asks. You say nothing, waiting for her to continue. “Cause it’s a shitty one.” You smiled.

You didn’t need to see her face to know that she was frowning, to know that she was angry. “You didn’t care about me 3 days ago, why now.” Your expression is stoic as your smile fades off. “I’ve always cared about you. I also just happen to care about my job just as much.” Gwen scoffs. “Then why are you helping me, if you care so much about what Miguel thinks.” You shrugged. “I know whatever I say wouldn’t have been able to convince you to let Miles go.” Gwen beings to move, walking in circles around you, step by step. “Nothing can get me to give up on someone I care about.”

“Then there’s your answer.” Gwen shook her head to herself, eyes flinching away from yours. “Prove it, leave.” Your eyes shut themselves off tightly. "Gwen-“

“No, you said you cared for me. Then, choose me. No more half-assed, push and pull kind of love. Choose me, and stick with me.” You open your eyes to meet hers that were already looing at you. “You want me to give away all of my whole life, for what?” “For us!” She whisper-shouts in frustration. “No, for him.” You pressed.

Her face changed under the mask. Every expression she makes, was engraved in your head, to know someone from their littlest to their biggest and still be in a position where you realize that you might had not know her at all.

“He’s not your responsibility, Gwen. Why fight for him?” Gwen is silent. “Why fight every battle except ours? He owes you nothing.”

Every second you had decided to side with Gwen before this, you had not regretted them. But you had chosen her over everything since the moment you met. You had risked your life, your job, your fate, to side with her. And now, once again, she asks you to choose her. Despite the risks, despite what it would mean for you. “Choose me.” You repeat her words, watching her step back in hesitation, a knife through your chest.

“There it is.” You whisper, barely audible for her, but she heard you anyways. You smiled bitterly and counted down the last one minute in your head. “If you come back here again, he won’t let you leave. And he won’t go easy.” Gwen snaps out of her trance and twists and turn the handmade watch Hobie had given her, disappearing in a strike of light. She was gone before either of you could have said or looked at the other in a way you both knew would hurt. Lights begin to flicker to life, a queue for you to run back towards the mess you made in the name of love, and accept the fact that it hadn’t been enough, all of it was as good as nothing. But she was safe, and you had given her the last bit of yourself that you had afforded to risk for her.

#gwen stacy fanfiction #gwen stacy x reader #spider gwen #gwen stacy #ghost spider #atsv #across the spiderverse #atsv spoilers

113 notes · View notes