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leeknow-thoughts · 5 months ago

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hey i’m the 2minjeong anon, can i request jilix to destroy the reader whole since the reader kept on teasing them about being submissive babygirls (but they’re the complete opposite)

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𝝑𝝔 cw : mommy!lix, daddy!jisung, poly!JILIX, mxm action, 3way, degrading, oral (ji and reader rec.), Dom!Jilix

𝝑𝝔 a/n : gang I fw jilix so much I went a LITTLE off my rocker when I read this ask. my dearest 2minjeong anon welcome back into my ask box I missed you bb :3 ALSO school starts up for me on the 8th so I probably won't be as active !! I promise I'll still try and yap on here as much as I can <3

Your eyes are on your phone, scrolling through TikTok, stumbling across a video about Jisung and Felix, and you can't help but laugh at the way the video portrays them. Their compilation of pouty and sassy moments led the comments to calling them 'the babygirls of skz'. You can't help but laugh at the nickname, it was true at times, but for the most part, in bed at least, they called the shots. "You know-" you begin and Jisung is quick to interrupt you with a groan, "what do you mean ugh?"

"Every time you start off a sentence with 'you know', you're going to say something not very smart."

"That's literally bullshit, I'm smart all the time, aren't I, Pixie?"

"Whatever helps you sleep at night," Felix mumbles.

"You're both so fake, but whatever! I could make you both my bitches so easily," you announce.

"Is that all you wanted to say?" Jisung questions.

"I-uh well yeah?"

Felix, however is more defensive, "that's such bullshit," he scoffs.

"Whatever you say," you pause, "babygirl," you can't help but stifle your laughter as you mock him, "and you too Ji, I could easily have my way with the two of you."

"Yeah?" Jisung's eyebrows are raised in amusement, "sure you could."

That's what started the whole thing, you babying them anywhere and everywhere the three of you went. Cutting their steaks at restaurants, talking to them in a baby voice, and calling them 'babygirl' nonstop.

Honestly, the two of them didn't mind that much, going along with the joke, even playing into it at times. That was until you treated them like that in front of their group mates at dinner. "Here you go babygirl," you pass a piece of steak to Jisung and he gives you a very unamused look.

"Babygirl?!" Jeongin is practically screaming, doubling over on Hyunjin, who is laughing so hard you think he may lose his voice.

Chris is trying not to choke on the piece of steak in his mouth as he looks at Jisung's face. "I knew it!" Minho cheers through a smile, "Jisung is a sub."

"Nuh uh!" Jisung is quick to try and defend himself.

"Power bottom at most," Changbin snorts from his seat across from you.

"Oh God," Seungmin is laughing so hard he's crying, wiping a tear from his eye, "Lix is one too I just know it."

"I'm not," Felix defends himself, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"Power bottom at most," you copy Changbin.

Your remark has the boys cackling, getting weird looks from others at the restaurant.

You're sandwiched between Jisung and Felix as the three of you walk back to your apartment, Felix's right hand in the back pocket of your jeans, Jisung's left arm hugging around your waist. "That whole stunt you pulled back there was amusing," Felix whispers so that only you and Jisung can hear him, "if only they knew what a slut you are for us."

It feels like all the air was knocked out of your lungs, "I-I," you stumble over your words.

"Why are you so quiet, jagi?" Jisung hums, "I thought you were the one in charge?"

When you stay silent Felix speaks again, "don't worry, darling, we'll remind you of your place tonight."

The thought of what they're going to do to you has you whimpering.

As soon as you're inside your apartment Jisung has you shoved against the wall, his lips on your own. You can feel him grinding his semi-hard cock on your leg, "Ji," Felix's voice is deeper than usual, "come on, have some kind of resolve," Felix is scolding the older boy.

"Look at her, Lix," Jisung is moaning, "can't help it."

"Maybe Changbin hyung was right, maybe you are just a power bottom," Felix rolls his eyes, "because you're just a brain-dead cum dump, I guess I'll be the one deciding what to do to you," he degrades.

A whimper comes from your throat. "You're gonna go sit on the bed and take off your clothes, you have five minutes," Felix dismisses you.

You swiftly obey his orders, you peel your clothes off and undo your shoes, throwing them into the abyss of your bedroom.

"What's the safeword?" Felix says as he's opening the door, Jisung following after him.

"Red," you blurt.

Jisung is smiling at you softly, "remember you say that anytime you want and we stop, mkay? Remember, we both love you so much."

You knew you were in for it when Jisung said that, one of them always made sure to remind you that they love you before they fuck your brains out.

"Open your legs," Felix commands.

You uncross your legs and shyly begin opening them, however, Felix who had grown impatient of your shyness, roughly spreads your legs wide open. Revealing your sopping wet cunt.

"God, you're such a whore," he runs a finger through your folds, pushing his pointer finger in your hole.

He grins and pushes another finger in your dripping hole, before quickly pulling them out. "Open," he is talking about your mouth.

Your jaw drops and he puts his pointer and middle finger slick with your juices in your mouth. And you taste your essence while sucking on Felix's fingers like they're an ice pop. "That's it," Felix praises.

The thumb on Felix's spare hand rubs your clit so softly, making you jolt with every feather-like motion of his finger. "Such a sensitive little pussy," he coos above you.

He removes his fingers from your mouth and kneels down so he is eye level with your cunt. He keeps eye contact when he softly kisses your clit. A moan rips from your throat at the jolt of electricity that runs through your body.

"Such a messy little pussy," Jisung tuts.

Felix sucks on your clit while expertly fingering your dripping hole. The whole sensation making your body contort from pleasure. Your eyes travel over to Jisung who is watching you get your pussy eaten with an almost dehumanizing gaze. A gaze that has your cunt clenching.

You are chanting a matra of their names as Felix plays with you like you're a toy. "I think you're wet enough now," Felix figures before you can cum.

You whine at the withdraw of his mouth and fingers to your cunt. "Aw last time I checked, desperate sluts like yourself aren't allowed to complain," he spits.

"C'mon, want you on all fours," Felix taps your inner thigh, signalling you to get up.

You eagerly flip over onto all fours, and Felix's fingers push into your hole again. The feeling catches you off guard and makes you yelp from the sudden jolt of pleasure.

"That's it honey, just focus on feeling good," Felix coos with faux sympathy.

Felix removes his fingers and lines his cock up with your entrance. He slowly pushes in, letting you feel every vein and curve of his dick. "Mommy! It-it oh my God!" you cry.

He doesn't stay still for long, before giving you time to adjust he is slamming back into you. His cock hits the spot that makes you go cross-eyed and moan out. "Open," Jisung is tapping your cheek, his hard cock in front of your face.

Your jaw drops and he is quick to stick his dick down your throat, "isn't she cute like this, Lix? Full of cock like a stupid pocket pussy," Jisung is groaning, pushing your head at the rhythm he chooses.

His degrading words have your cunt clenching around Felix's cock, "she is," Felix agrees through a moan, "such a good cum dump, just for us."

You're gagging on Jisung's cock as it hits the back of your throat, tears spilling down your face. "Oh look at this, she's crying on my cock," Jisung's voice is condescending, "I know, I know, it just feels so good with mommy fucking your little cunt and daddy fucking your throat."

Felix's pace is fucking hypnotizing, hitting every spot inside you that has you gushing. Each thrust sending you closer and closer to your orgasm. Toppling over the edge once Felix's hand reaches down to rub your clit.

You barely have time to revel in the feeling of your orgasm because Jisung is cumming down your throat, "swallow it like a good girl," he commands.

You have no more brain power at this point, happily swallowing Jisung's cum. "You gonna cum, Lixie?" Jisung asks the younger man.

Jisung is pulling his cock out of your mouth and walking back behind you, and you can hear the unmistakable sound of Jisung making out with Felix while Felix is still fucking your cunt.

"Mommy! Please!" you yelp.

Felix cums with a heavenly groan and you feel his cum seeping into your swollen pussy. "Who's the submissive one now?" Felix taunts with a blissful smile.

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kodathings · 6 months ago

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𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓀 𝓎𝑜𝓊

Drunk!Ning x gf!reader

Warnings: Mention of drinks, drunk Ning, mention of cigarettes and teenagers making out.

Gender: Fluff

a/n: An anonymous person asked me for this before so I hope it's good since it's the first request I've received. And I couldn't put an image on it, I don't know why and I gave up.

♪⁠ヽ⁠(⁠･⁠ˇ⁠∀⁠ˇ⁠･⁠ゞ⁠)

You never imagined that just one party would cause problems for you, you weren't even there to see what happened.

It started with Ning just being invited to a party at Giselle's house and she obviously accepted the invitation since it's been so long since she had fun like that. You can't protest for not being able to go with her, you just left her alone that night hoping she would show responsibility, but that's not how things ended.

"Honey, I'm going to the party, okay? I'll help Aeri and the girls pack the missing things" She gave you a kiss on the cheek and picked up the bag she left next to you on the couch. "Call me if you need to and be careful, don't drink too much" you saw the girl playfully roll her eyes at your concern "Okay, mom" "Hey, stop it, I'm just worrying about you"

She gave a wave and was quick to leave quickly because according to her she was too late and needed to get there soon. The apartment felt a little empty without her with the sun she always carried with herself, but you could get used to not going places with her for the first time. She always asked you to come along, but this time you were too busy and she understood that.

With a prolonged sigh, your body melted into the sofa and you stood there like an old woman typing things into the notebook on your lap without moving anything other than your fingers and eyes. The worst thing about all this is that she didn't tell you when she was going to come back, of course it's a party and she wouldn't have a time, but anyway it was good to leave an estimate and she didn't even leave that.

Leaving her alone in the world is harder than you thought. Were you really feeling like a mother letting her daughter go out for the first time to an unfamiliar place, It wasn't that Giselle's house was unfamiliar, but sometimes things could get out of hand at a party. A party with mostly teenagers to be more specific, that is, everything will go wrong at some point and you knew it from the beginning. Everyone knows it.

As the night went on you found yourself checking your phone a few times, the time seemed to pass too slowly for you but not for Ning who was having fun. You just wanted a text that she was okay or a call. What does it cost to just say she was alive???Should you worry that much? Maybe...yes...

It was already past midnight and you started to give up waiting for her, well she wasn't going to come back early so all I had to do was go to sleep and hope for the best for her. As a precaution, your cell phone didn't stay silent tonight to listen to calls and messages if she sends something. Finally you lay in bed, without your girlfriend your side seemed much harder, it's strange that there isn't an extra weight on your side to serve as a pillow. What hell would that be.

It was like a teen movie: the sound of the phone ringing woke you up with a shock because it was too loud. You can't focus to see who was calling you, it seemed like an unknown number but it was just Karina, one of Ningning's friends calling you, and also one of the people who were at the party.

Your head was too sleepy to think about the worst, so your reaction was the least likely, until you slowly gave up your cell phone without even remembering that you had a girlfriend running around alone at a party. "Who is this? I was sleeping, man..." your head lay down once again on the soft pillow while on the other end of the line you could only hear 3 people talking and background music "If this is a prank I will-" "You’re Ning’s girlfriend right?”

It would be terrifying for anyone to see how his eyes opened now, his mind retraced all the memories of his day and especially that his girlfriend was out of the house "Yes it's me. Did something happen? She is fine?" an awkward silence remained on both sides.

"She's fine...she just drank too much" it was as if Karina wanted to tell you something else but left it aside, but left without success when suddenly Giselle started talking "She mixed drinks with no meaning and now she only talks about you. Can you come get her? I swear to God Winter can't stand listening to her anymore, no offense."

You know it's not the intention to offend or anything, but you still felt a little upset with the way she spoke about it, it would have been better for Karina to have spoken out straight away. "I'm coming" and you were actually arriving, you didn't even bother to change your clothes, you just took off your slippers with drawings and walked out in your pajamas to the car.

Giselle's house wasn't that far making her life easier and lessening her worry about leaving Yizhuo with the three girls, the only one responsible was Karina and she seemed more drunk than the others two. Arriving at the house, his eyes swept over the teenagers and adults smoking or kissing in front. This felt more like a nightclub than a party to you. "Where did that girl get herself?" When I say there were a lot of people making out I say A LOT, no joke.

You left the car parked just before Aeri's house, you didn't want someone to mistake you for an Uber and start having sex in their car that would be fucking disgusting. With her cell phone in her hand, Karina's number was being called, this was repeated more than once as it took her so long to understand and she looked for her head even more. "Hey, where are you? I thought you said you were coming" this time it was Winter speaking.

"I'm already here at the front. You can bring her here, right? I'm..." her eyes went to her pajamas with a big unicorn on the print "... in some trouble here". More and more complaints appeared in the background as minjeong tried to talk to you "Are you serious? Okay, I'm already going with her"

"Ning, just let me out of the car, why is it so hard to let go?"

"I don't want to lose you, stay here..."

It was so cute but so irritating to deal with Ning in his drunken self. She was very emotional and very clingy thinking that something will happen when you let her go. She stayed the whole way home grabbing your arm and never letting go — she almost caused an accident, but we won't talk about that. It was for these reasons that you couldn't let her go out to parties alone, especially when it was at Giselle's house.

"We're just going to get out of the car, I promise you can hold my arm again after this." There were so many attempts and the silliest one made her loosen her grip on his arm. "Promise?" her half-closed but still striking eyes went to you as if you were a puppy afraid of being abandoned, despite showing her tiredness it still looked cute somehow "Promise". It was so relieving not to have your arm being held so tightly as if it were a rope squeezing your arm.

The difficulty of taking care of her was only getting worse when you entered the apartment you missed so much. Still feeling like a tree and your koala, you tried walking around the room with her on your arm, the strong tightness returning to give you slight pain that you would have to endure.

"You had fun tonight, didn't you?" you said as you walked with her down the hall towards the bedroom, your mission was to distract her while trying to at least let her sleep in comfortable clothes tonight. "Yes" a drunken smile appears on her lips along with a low laugh. "The party was cool, there were a lot of people there and I didn't even know them all" Ningning seemed to have fun talking about it, her eyes closing in sleep.

"I'm glad you had fun" In those moments it seemed like so much patience and affection in your voice, if not just one thing different would make her doubt you or even cry. "Sit here, let's take those high heels off of you" she could barely walk straight with her drunkenness. Crouching in front of her, You spent a while trying to figure out how to get those high heels off her and they were really high for some reason.

Your girlfriend can't help you, she's too busy lying in bed without making any effort to formulate meaningful words, they were just drunken mumblings, nothing you should pay attention to.

Your help was with everything as if she were a big baby, from taking off her shoes to helping her take a bath. During this she grumbled angrily at every thing she didn't want to do and was soon sleeping in her arms or just staring at you meaninglessly.

Ning was already lying in bed in her own less drunk world as, with great difficulty, she took a cold shower right after getting rid of her clothes that smelled like cigarettes and drinks.

The lights were turned off, you lay down next to her in bed with a tired sigh after everything you had to do tonight, everything was too hectic. "Thank you for taking care of me" a voice appeared right next to her along with a pair of arms and a leg coming over hers "I don't know where I would be right now if it weren't for you"

Your body turns to her side only to see those beautiful eyes looking at you in the dim light of the night, there were more words than in a dictionary "I was worried about my girlfriend, you're still like a baby" a light slap was transferred to your arm as a joke "Stop it, silly".

Both laughter was breaking the silence of the night, listening to her laugh was like seeing her singing the softest melody that could exist. You liked her laugh in the same way you liked hearing her talk, even if it was the stupidest thing she could imagine. Spending this time with her was sacred for you, it would be for anyone because of the way she naturally is.

Little by little you calmed down, Ning getting lost in your eyes more and more and you in the same state as her. The weight of sleep you lost worrying about her began to appear so suddenly, both for you and for her. The silence felt so comfortable, the annoying noise of the party was no longer looping in Ningning's head.

The weight in her eyes caused them to close quickly without any action. She hugged you a little tighter than usual, letting you know that she didn't want to leave you in your sleep. And she wouldn't, not now that the two of them were cuddling together, feeling and taking comfort in each other's warmth for a likely long night's sleep.

"I love you, Y/n…" a soft murmur came out before she fell asleep in your arms.

#aespa fanfic #aespa x reader #aespa #ning yizhuo x reader #ningning x reader #ningning fanfic #kpop fluff #aespa fluff #ning Yizhuo #Yizhuo Ning

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propertyofkylar · 1 year ago

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"I didn't like being mean to Kylar."

He was honestly a pity fuck to me but since I'm nice kinda.

One non angst idea for the rat man coming up

PC is just sleeping and Kylar is there watching them sleep tracing shapes and words onto their skin.

a pity fuck? a PITY FUCK??? APOLOGY VIDEO WITH TEARS RN

this took forever for me to get around to bc i wanted it to be perfect the world needs more fluff kylar.

cw: kylar is creepy as fuck. a brief hint of past somno but no smut. i love him <3

He really loved watching you sleep.

There was something to be said about the serenity on your face. Certainly, you never looked that peaceful when you were awake. It hurt Kylar to know there was so much that troubled you.

"I'm sorry," he murmured as he traced hearts on your bare arm.

Lately, Kylar had ended up in your bedroom most nights - without you knowing, of course. You just looked so...perfect when you slept. Like his own Sleeping Beauty.

And yeah, sometimes he broke in to steal your underwear, or lay next to you and sniff your hair, or pay tribute to your naked form, but tonight he just wanted to look at you.

His fingers spelled out his name and yours together on your skin and he broke into a wide grin. He couldn't wait for the day he got to do this to you in the bed you shared together, in your own house, while your children slumbered peacefully in the next room. He hoped they all looked like you.

Kylar watched as goosebumps grew on your arm, but drew back when you started moving. As much as he loved you (and knew, of course, that you loved him back) he wasn't sure how you would react to his midnight visits.

Thankfully, you just flipped over and mumbled something, but you were still fast asleep. Kylar let out a breath and continued idly tracing his fingers on your skin, drawing various shapes and I love you's over and over.

"Soon," he promised quietly, reaching his other hand up to stroke your hair. "I'll take you away from all of this soon. You'll be safe with me. Forever."

He thought he saw a small smile form on your face, and it thrilled him to know that, even unconsciously, his touch brought you joy.

Kylar sighed. He knew he had been here too long tonight, but couldn't quite bring himself to leave. But he had school in the morning, and knew he needed to get at least some sleep so he wouldn't miss getting to see you in class. Hopefully, he would get to actually spend time with you when you were awake - maybe you would let him pull you into a closet again, like last week. That was fun.

A noise from the hallway snapped Kylar out of his reverie and he knew he had to go home. He pressed a quick kiss to your forehead and whispered "I love you so much" against your skin.

Then, with a final look to you, he clambered out your window and headed back home.

#degrees of lewdity #kylar the loner #dol #dol kylar #writing #HE IS SO SPECIAL TO ME #DO WHATEVER U WANT TO MY SLEEPING BODY KYLAR I WONT MIND!!

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blueseachelle · 2 years ago

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I Could Be Lonely With You

Part 3

Ominis Gaunt x Pureblood! Hufflepuff?!? Fem! Reader

It seems like everyone is just as hyped as me for this series! This is Part 3! Poppy is definitely an actual friend. Not an acquaintance. She a real one.

Here's the link to my Hogwarts Legacy Masterlist for the other parts of this story and other posts!

It has been a couple months since Y/n joined the fifth year. She has caught up to the rest of her classmates, but she can't catch a break. She was doing Merlin trials and helping others constantly. She is always away from school. Now, she rarely sleeps there. Ever since she discovered her ancient magic abilities, she gained insomnia with it. Restless nights seem to follow her as she went.

Y/n dueled Sebastian a couple times because he asked, but it always ended with her giving him a hand, saying thank you, and walking off. Sebastian was trying to reach out by requesting a duel, but she never stuck around to talk. The only way he would hear about her excursions outside of school was through rumors and eyewitnesses. The only time they actually "hung out" was when he had to escort her to Hogsmead to get some supplies and a new wand. He always thinks back to that day and it makes him smile. He liked her around. She was a breath of free air to him. He knew Ominis would like her as well so, he wrote her an owl.

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Y/n finally got back from her mission. She walked into her dorm for the first time in a week. Her robe's sleeve got torn when she was raiding a tomb in search of someone's dead relative's notes. She walked in to see Poppy sitting on her bed. She held a stack of letters. Upon hearing someone enter, she looked up to see the blonde-haired girl.

Poppy gasped and stood up. The letters long forgotten on the bed.

"Oh, my Merlin! What has happened to you?!?"

Poppy rushed to Y/n's side. She removed the torn robe to reveal Y/n's underclothes. Her once-nice shirt has cuts and dried blood that her cuts once leaked before she took a Wiggenweld potion during battle. Y/n just looked over at the girl with tired eyes and just shrugged. Poppy set the robe on her designated desk in the room,

"I'm going to quickly go draw a bath for you and then, I'll check up on your wounds. While I'm gone, take a seat and relax. You have a bunch of Owls that you haven't got to on your bed."

Poppy gave Y/n a small hug before running off.

Y/n was internally grateful for Poppy. She did so much for her. She'll have to give her something as thanks soon. Or maybe just show her the vivarium she recently has been fixing up and the animals she has saved.

Y/n sat on the edge of her bed. She looked at the scattered letters and picked them up, reading the names as she did. When she went to the last one, the name was very different than the others. Sebastian Sallow.

'Why would he want to write me an owl?'

She carefully opened the letter. She read its contents and sighed. The letter was about 2 days old. She left him out to dry. He is probably worried or feels like he has been ignored. Right before she could write a response, Poppy returned. She walked over to Y/n and held out her hand.

"I'll help you get there since you're tired. We need to hurry because dinner is coming up quick and the water is cooling as we speak."

Y/n nodded and grabbed the brunette's hand.

"Thank you, Poppy. For everything."

Poppy smiled,

"Of course! Now, while we get you cleaned up, you can tell me what the infamous Sebastian Sallow wanted of you!"

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After a relaxing bath with the help of Poppy, you got dressed properly. You didn't have a robe because well... It needs repair. You just wore your knee-lengthened skirt and a fresh button-up. You tightened your tie as you and Poppy made your way to The Great Hall.

"So, I'm assuming you are going to sit Sebastian tonight? At least I think you should."

Y/n looked over at her,

"Are you sure? You did so much for me. I don't want you to feel saddened or anything."

Poppy shook her head,

"Of course I'm sure! You are gonna be amazing! Just be wary of the stitches on your shoulder. You know the hand signal if you need me."

Y/n and Poppy made their hand look like a Kneazle. (Since Kneazle's have longer ears and the closes thing a Hogwarts animal can look like the Llama hand sign, that's what I'm calling it. You do the Llama hand sign as the signal.)

They both laughed as they arrived at the large door. Poppy looked at Y/n and gave her a reassuring nod. Y/n nodded back as they entered The Great Hall.

_-_

Sebastian send his owl to Y/n two days ago. No response, nothing. To say he was upset was beyond how he felt. He looked for her at every meal. She never showed. He was getting worried.

Tonight, he sat next to Ominis like usual. He just rest his head on his hand and watched The Great Hall doors.

Ominis heard Sebastian sigh. He raised an eyebrow at him.

"What seems to be the matter? You're going to burn a hole in that door if you stare at it any longer."

Sebastian turned to look at Ominis. Crossing his arms during the process,

"Well, I'll have you know that I have invited Y/n to come to sit with us one night. I sent the owl two days ago and no response. She hasn't come to eat either in those two days. I'm just keeping an eye out for her."

Ominis smirked slightly,

"I may be blind, but you are not her keeper. She is probably out busy helping the townsfolk. Like she always seems to be doing."

Before Sebastian could rebut, the doors opened to reveal said Hufflepuff. Sebastian instantly caught her gaze and waved to her.

The blonde walked over to the table. Sebastian patted the seat next to him. She sat down and gave him a smile,

"I'm sorry I didn't send you an owl as well. I've been tomb-raiding for the past two days."

Sebastian nodded,

"I understand. Tombs aren't gonna raid themselves."

Ominis then cleared his throat. Sebastian instantly got the idea,

"Before we continue, Y/n, this is my best friend, Ominis."

Ominis "looked" over at the two,

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Y/n."

Y/n instantly recognized the fog clouding his vision. He was blind. Y/n's eyes softened a little,

"It's nice to meet you to Ominis."

After the little meeting, Ominis, Sebastian, and Y/n talked to each other like old friends. Sebastian took a sip of his drink,

"So, Y/n, why were to tomb-raiding and how did it go?"

She smiled,

"I was helping some people reclaim their grandparents' research that was stolen from them. I found everything they lost and it went fine duel wise. I had some potions on me so, all good."

Sebastian put a hand on her shoulder and smiled brightly. Y/n instantly flinched and removed his hand.

Sebastian looked at where his hand was and his smile faded. Blood started to seep through the fabric covering the injury.

"You're hurt. Can I see, please?"

Y/n just locked eyes with him. She looked at Ominis who "looked" at them with concern. She sighed,

"I just have a couple stitches. I couldn't go to the nurse because they would lock me in the castle and I have to fulfill my assignments and help people I promised."

She unbuttoned the top button of her blouse and moved the collar over to the stitches. Sebastian inspected it carefully,

"We need to put another layer over it so it won't open or bleed through your shirts."

Ominis handed Sebastian a napkin folded in half so it was thicker. Sebastian thanked him and put it on the wound. Y/n sucked in a breath as he applied a little pressure. Ominis gestured to Y/n,

"Who helped you so we can get them to come over?"

Y/n sighed,

"I'm one step ahead of you."

She lifted her hand up and did the signal. Sebastian smirked,

"You had a signal to get you out of any awkward situation?"

You nodded,

"It's a girl thing. Saves use more than you will ever know."

Ominis shrugged off his robe while he stood up. Poppy rushed over to Y/n's side.

"My Dear! Are you okay?"

Y/n nodded. Ominis stepped carefully over the bench to the trio,

"Her wound started to bleed through her shirt. She needs a layer on it so we have a napkin on it."

He set his robe over Y/n's shoulder,

"Wear this so you can hide the blood. It will keep you from getting cold too."

Sebastian looked at Ominis in shock. He was never this... kind before. He usually only kept to himself.

Y/n shook her head vigorously,

"I can't possibly take your robe."

Ominis's face shifted to a pleading one,

"I don't want a Prefect to see that blood and you be trapped like you said. So, take it and return it when you can. It's not a choice now."

Y/n's heart began to race. She didn't know why she got so nervous all of the sudden. She barely got out a small okay before Poppy helped her into the robe. Poppy held the napkin gently to the wound.

Y/n looked at the Slytherin duo before Poppy escorted her away,

"Thank you both. I appreciate it."

Sebastian gave her his famous grin,

"Of course. It's only our obligation to help a wonderful girl like yourself. Feel better. Come see us when you are up to it."

Y/n blushed and turned away quickly. She and Poppy walked away from the two. Poppy giggled and talk to the blonde, probably talking about the two being in love with her.

Sebastian turned from their figures and looked to Ominis, which sat back down after hearing there footsteps depart.

"So, Ominis, what's with the sudden kindness? You'd rather let someone suffer than give up your things. What's up?"

Ominis shrugged,

"I never met her before. I know you and her are going to be close and I want to have a good first impression. Is that against the rules now?"

Sebastian raised and eyebrow,

"No, it's not against the rules. It's just different. She probably gonna be sticking around us more. I can tell."

Ominis shrugged,

"You're friends are mine usually so, I don't mind."

Sebastian gave him a slight look still but decided to drop it because he knew Ominis wouldn't tell him. No matter how much he pryed.

_-_-_

Poppy wrapped your shoulder once you got to the common room. She looked a the blonde as she tightened wrap,

"You know who's robe you have?"

"Yeah. Ominis's."

Poppy nodded,

"Yes, but do you know his last name?"

Y/n shook her head. Poppy giggled,

"As you know, Slytherin is a pureblood house. Well, Ominis is the purest of the purebloods. His last name is Gaunt. He usually is cold and aggressive to everyone except Sebastian. Well, he showed a new side of himself. Just for you. You, My Lovely Y/n, may have two boys interested in you. Sebastian reeks it and Ominis is expressing it. Crazy, huh?"

Y/n just sat there. Mostly in shock. She took in a breath and breathed out a "It is crazy."

Poppy tied the wrap,

"There. All done! Now, we can head off to bed and I'll check on you in the morning."

Poppy gave Y/n a big hug, which Y/n returned. She mumbled a "thank you" into Poppy's shoulder. Poppy nodded,

"You're very welcome. Have a good rest. See you in the morning."

The hug was released and they went there respective ways.

Once Y/n sat on her bed, she let out a breath. The Slytherin robe was still wrapped around her body. She looked at the serpent symbol that was embroidered into the fabric. Under it was in small cursive, Gaunt. She went to take it off but the smell of the fabric flooded her senses. The robe smelt of books and... was that a citrus smell? It smelt... inviting.

She decided to change into night clothes but wore the robe over it. She sat down at her desk. She got out some parchment, a quill, and ink. She started to write a letter to her mother. She told her about her time around the castle and all the people she met. She told her about the night she just experienced. She ended the letter with, Gaunt was his last name. What do you know of them? Are they as stuck up as my bio father was? She of course told her mother and father how much she missed them and loved them so. The muggle world was so much more different than this world she entered.

After Y/n finished, she sealed the letter into an envelope. She went to her owl that sat on a perch by the end of her bed. She gave it a small head scratch and a treat before giving the letter to send.

As the owl flew out of the window, she sighed and lay down. Stared at the ceiling, she didn't have time for love. Time for anything in that case but maybe she should try her best to become friends with Ominis and Sebastian. She shall see what her mother says before continuing. Her mother's opinion meant the world to her. She was her best friend. She always had an answer for everything.

Y/n slowly closed her eyes and fell into a restless sleep like usual.

_-_-_-

Ominis lay in his bed in his dorm. All that filled the room was Sebastian's somewhat soft snoring.

Ominis was restless. He swore that he heard of the girl that had possession of his robe. His sightless eyes stared at the ceiling. After about 10 minutes of thinking, he finally shut his eyes.

He was on the brink of sleep when a memory surfaced.

Ominis around the age of 8 hid around a corner as his father and mother discussed some important matters with an unknown man. His gruff voice explained that the arranged marriage between the Gaunt and the Dacre cannot commence. The man explained that his daughter was taking in the night along with his wife. Ominis's mother was furious. She shouted at the man, My son's only chance was your daughter. No one wants a blind husband. You have until Ominis turns age 18 to find your daughter or you're the whole household falls. The man stuttered and agreed before leaving. Little Ominis was left in shock.

Ominis shot up out of his bed. Her. Y/n Dacre. Is supposed to be his... Fiancée? Thoughts ran through his head a million miles a minute. If she is here, was she really kidnapped along with her mother? That isn't possible. There is more to Y/n and he is going to get to the bottom of it.

#ominis x reader #ominis x mc #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt imagine #hogwarts legacy imagine #hogwarts houses #hufflepuff #ominis gaunt x mc #sebastian sallow #part 3

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rags-writes · 2 years ago

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Fandom: Call of Duty

Paring: Konig x Reader

Tags/Warning: Rated M, mutual pining, brief mention of sexual content

Requested by @apollodarling-writes (for whatever reason it not letting tag your main page.)

A/N: So part of your request was that they are on the team but when I start this, I had a fever of like 102 point something so I forgot that part of it, sorry. I also can't think of a title for it at the moment, but hopefully, I'll think of one soon.

Summary: After a mission, you find yourself unable to sleep, so a quick trip to steal Ghost's tea should help you fall asleep unless you run into another masked giant who had been plaguing your mind.

Ao3 link.

Untitled (Konig x Reader)

You let out a frustrated groan as you toss again in your bed, struggling to fall asleep. Despite your exhaustion from the mission, not just a few hours prior. You hoped you’d passed out when your head hit the pillow, every cell in your body called out for sleep, and yet you glance at the clock. The red numbers stare back mockingly as another minute passes, then another. Your mind can't seem to stay still, jumping from one thought to another without processing the first.

Slamming your fist against the mattress, you sit up and slide out of the bed. Deciding you were going to raid Ghost's tea stash for some chamomile tea. You're soundless as you move through the hall passing the doors of your fellow soldiers. You can hear soap snoring as you pass his room. Reaching the kitchen, the light already shining out into the hall, stepping in, you spy the man you plan to steal from.

"What are you planning, Ece?" Ghost asks without turning around. You come up beside him and reach up into the cupboard, mockingly telling him.

"Stealing tea from a brit."

He just scoffs at you, and you bring down a mug, he passes the kettle he was using for his tea. As you fill your mug, Ghost grabs the tea bags and hands you one before asking. "What's got you up?"

"Never went down." You reply as you place the tea bag in the mug and Ghost passes you a timer, but you don’t take it. instead, you dip the teabag in and out of your mug as the masked man glares at you then he calls out.

"Not surprising the giant kept you up since his team is leaving in the morning."

Your head snaps towards him, brow raises gasping out. "What are you talking about?"

You see his eyes roll before he says. "König, the man you’ve been undressing with your eyes since day one of our joined mission, and Soap said he overheard you invited him to your room."

You scoff at his accusation but deep inside you knew he was right; hell, it was the main reason you couldn’t fall asleep tonight. Wondering if you were doing something wrong or if simply you weren’t attractive to him. You’ve tried everything you could think of to get the tall, masked man's attention but nothing seems to work. everything seems to chase the man away, but you didn’t want Ghost to know, so you snippily tell him. "Sorry, I’m not like you, who stares at a certain Scotsman's ass."

He just gives you a blank look and slowly raises his hand and flips you the bird. He lifts his mask to his nose and takes a drink of his tea. While he didn’t say anything, his body language does, and you shake under the interrogation before you break. "Simon, do you think I’m pretty?"

Ghost’s head falls back as he sighs, he rolls his neck to face you and you hold back a giggle at how silly he looks with his mask bunched up on his nose. His dead eyes stare you down and tell you. "Yes, and he is interested too. I think you need to make the first move although."

You try and fail not to look too excited by his statement, his lips quirking up at you, scoffing at the brit, you grab the sugar. Pouring an ungodly amount in the mug, seeing his lip twitch downward, smirking at him before telling Ghost. "By the way, your boyfriend was snoring, you should go and cuddle with him to make him stop."

Ghost just takes a long sip of his mug before turning around and walking out of the kitchen but before he disappears, he calls out. "At least I got laid tonight."

You flip him the bird again, but he is already gone, grabbing a spoon from a drawer and milk from the fridge. Stirring the tea as you add milk your mind wanders to the giant man who has been plaguing your mind all night.

You thought you were subtle but direct with him earlier when you basically invited him to your room but maybe you were too subtle. Ghost wouldn't lie to you, and he does notice things fast than others unless it comes to himself of course. Still, maybe he was wrong, that itself could soothe the disappointment, maybe.

You stop stirring and pick up the mug and take a sip, deeming it right. The milk cools it enough to be drinkable without burning your mouth and you make your way out of the kitchen. You walk down the hall, both hands on the mug, sipping the tea as exhaustion creeps back up on you. It explains why you didn't see the large shadow walking toward you.

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König tries his best to keep as still as possible but either his leg or hand would begin to twitch. His mind was a different matter altogether, as soon as he quieted it, your voice would hit him like a bullet, or he'll remember your hand on his thigh during a meeting. When the restless shaking of his leg would bug you but unlike others, you wouldn't just simply tell him to stop.

Oh no, you would place your hand firmly on his legs, forcing him to stop, and then hand him something for his hand to fidget with. Sometimes it was a paper clip that would end up unrecognizable by the end of the meeting, other times it was a pencil or anything you could grab but the favorite you had given to him at the last meeting. It was a simple black three-piece magnetic ring. It sits on the table next to him and he resists the urge to grab it.

He lay there in the dark unable to sleep with the memory of your voice in his ear. You invited him earlier to join you in your room, but Soap made a passing comment that you were joking. Jerking at the sound of knocking, he calls out. "Who is it."

"Hey, it's Ghost, did I wake you?"

"No, I’m awake, give me a sec." He calls out, he fumbles out of bed as he tries putting on his mask. His body crashes to the floor but he pops up and opens the door like nothing happened. the mask hides his blushing cheeks as he faces the shorter masked man. Tries to steady his voice as he asks. "What can I do for you?"

Ghost doesn’t say anything for a moment and while König doesn’t know the man well, he recognizes the look of mischief in his eyes. which was strange for the usually stoic man but before König could ask his question again, Ghost breaks his silence. "Ece needs you, she's in the kitchen."

Before König could say anything, Ghost leaves the giant man in his doorway. His mind doesn’t process the words, once he does, his mind starts racing as he hurries out the doorway. What does she need, is she okay? Did he do something to upset her? What if this is about him staring at her during meetings or whenever she is in the same room as him? Hopefully, she’ll accept his apology, and he'll get down on his knees if he must.

He is so lost in his thought that he doesn’t see you until there’s a thud against his chest, a yelp, and something thuds onto the ground followed by a shattering sound. Blink into focus he looks down, eyes widening as they land on you sprawled out on the ground your drink covering you, and the mug that was containing the liquid lies broken around you.

"Scheisse!" The curse leaves his mouth as he bends down to you. "Are you all right, Schatz?"

"Yeah, just scared me more than anything, the tea was cool enough that it didn’t hurt." You answer as he helps you up, more like lifting you off the ground and placing you gently back on your feet.

His eyes dip down to your soaked shirt, it clings to your skin making it nearly see though, he swallows audibly at the sight. Jerking his head up, he starts apologizing again, unsure if it is for bumping into you or for staring. It all stops when you place your hand on his chest, the heat of you seaming into his skin when it dawns on him. He not wearing a shirt.

His face heats up under the veil and he steps back and for a moment he thinks he sees disappointment flash across your face. your hand almost chases after him but snaps back you hesitantly say. "I'm sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable."

"You make me? - I was uncomfortable- I mean- you make me uncomfortable-not! -." He Sutter out, his whole body being to tremble as a sigh leaves your lip. Taking a breath before repeating the answers. "You haven’t made me uncomfortable. I worry that I did that to you."

A chuckle leaves your mouth, and the back of your hand comes to cover it for a moment, before saying. "Good, I’m glad and you never made me uncomfortable."

König nods, a smile hidden under his veil, and he remembers the reason why he was here. "What did you need?"

"Huh?"

"Uh, Ghost said that you need me," he says, confusion swirling on both of your faces but then something dawns on your face. A surly smile slides on your face as you lean forward and his eyes dart back to your chest now more exposed. his mouth goes dry as you softly say. "Well, technically I need you early."

König mouth goes dry as he sputters out. "You weren’t joking?"

Your brow rises and you question him. "What made you think that?"

"Uh," König starts as he realizes what that means. "Soap said..."

"Damn MacTavish." You curse under your breath and König adds, hopefully.

"Well, I can come now."

Letting out a huff of laughter you pull the wet shirt away from your skin before saying. "Sorry sweet one I need to get cleaned up."

"I can help you," König replies embarrassingly fast, he adds in the hope to save him from sounding needy. "It was my fault for bumping into you."

You give him a smile and step forward his stutter in his chest, shiver crawls across his bare skin as your hand trails up his chest. you let out a little "hum" as blood starts to rush to his lower body leaving him light head. "As much as I would love that, you need your rest. you only have a few hours before you leave, you need to be well rested."

The words falling on your lips hit him like a bucket of cold water, leaving him to gasp out. "What?"

You step closer and he can feel your body heat and he fights the urge to grab you, your hands plant themselves agist his chest to steady yourself as you lean up. You are still so far from where his lips are hidden from view, and you whisper. "You are going to go back to your room and go straight to bed, okay?"

His adam apple bobs as he swallows the spit that threatens to drool out as he nods at your orders. You give him a happy hum and one hand slides up to his shoulder, tug it down he follows without hesitation. Your lips brush his through the veil and he nearly falls as you whisper against him, "Good boy."

He stumbles as you pull away and bend down to collect the broken piece of the mug. Once he steadies himself, he tries to help you but stops as your sharp word cut him. "I said straight to bed."

He nods again and goes to turn away but pauses for a moment, asking in a small hopeful voice. "I will see you before I leave?"

Your smile brightens your face as you stand up from picking the last bit of glass, but the look in your eyes heats him to nearly an uncomfortable level, as you say. "Yes, Sweet one, ill be there to see you off, now off to bed with you."

That is what he does, as you call out after him. "You are to go to sleep, nothing else."

He knows what you mean when you say that he also knows he doesn’t have to listen and when he gets to his room; he is tempted not to. His cock aches to be touched, to find relief like he’s always done after talking to you, but he wants to listen to you. To obey what you tell him to do, to make you proud. So, he lay his hand flat against the bed, emptying his mind of any thoughts and will cock down the best he can. It feels like an eternity before sleep takes him, but sleep does take him.

He wakes up tired but grateful for the sleep, quickly getting up, changing clothes, and packing the rest into his bag. Throwing it over his shoulder, he walks out the door, and down the hall, he is soon greeted by you. He perks up all traces of exhaustion gone as you smile up at him. Holding up your hand, he notices something warped in tin foil in it. You tell him as you hand it over. "It’s my famous breakfast burrito. I usually make them for my team after a mission."

"Thank you," he says, taking it and unwarping it, moving his veil just to get the burrito under. Taking a bite of it, he moans as the flavor hit his tongue. Mouth full, he tries to thank you, causing you to laugh as you reprimand him.

"Don't talk with your mouth full and here." You hand him a slip of paper from one of your pockets. Look at it he sees a serial of number as you tell him. "Tell me when you get back to your base safely."

"Yes, meine Konigin." He replies, taking a step forward to you but your arm stops him from going.

"You don’t have a lot of time."

His shoulder deflates, but you give him a sweet smile, a smile that promises next time they will make more time. Giving you a nod, he walks away to the plane. With one last glance behind him, he steps on the plane.

You stay there and watch the plane take off until soap walks to shout. "Hey Ece, where's my burrito?"

You turn and face him with a cold look telling him. "Oh, I gave it to König."

"What? why?" He asks completely shocked but you just reply coldly.

"You know what you did."

#konig x reader #konig cod #call of duty fic #stealing tea from a brit #konig x you #konig fanfiction #ao3 #call of duty

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plumblossomcafe · 4 months ago

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Voice lines:

Hello:

Hello, my name is Y/n. Nice to meet you. Um, I'm glad you decided to let me join you on this journey, I promise I'll work hard and protect you to the best of my ability.

Chat: Concern:

My biggest concern is being around tall men, men with blue hair, or a combination of both. It gives me bad memories of when I was still being used as an experiment by The Doctor

When it Rains:

I love the rain. It's fun to play in, but let's not play in it for too long, or else we'll get sick

When Thunder strikes:

Ah!!! That was a loud one. I don't like it when thunder strikes, so when that happens, I always hide under the blanket and hold onto Bybbles.

When it's snowing:

Quick, let's make some snowmen and snow angels!!! It'll be fun, oh, and we can catch snowflakes on our tongues or have a snowball fight!!!

When the sun is out:

I like the sunlight, hey, since you're free, why don't we make some flower crowns, or relax?

Good Morning:

Morning *yawn* I slept well last night, the first time in a while, actually. It felt nice.

Good Afternoon:

Lunch was nice. It wasn't fancy or anything heavy. I liked it.

Good Evening:

Hmm, what should we eat for dinner? Sweet Madame? Sakura Tempura? Adeptus Temptation? Oh, what do you want to eat? Tell me what you want to eat and I'll make it for dinner tonight.

Good Night:

Good Ni-, oh? You want to sleep with me? Why? Oh, you're worried about my sleep? Alright, I hope I won't disturb you when I wake up during the night due to my nightmares. Sleep well.

About Y/n: Book worm:

I read all the books in Mondstadt's library, well minus the scary ones. I'm interested in reading different genres, so if you have any recommendations feel free to let me know, minus the scary ones or the ones that "rot my brain" according to Lisa and Jean, I don't know which ones they're talking about but you could ask them.

About Y/n: Pampering:

After spending some time in Mondstadt after I was saved from the Fatui, I didn't really talk to that many people, so I always stayed quiet. Though I still talked to Diluc, Jean, Lisa, and Amber and they always like to pamper me, especially Jean, Lisa, and Amber. I always tell them to stop pampering me, but they don't listen, and I gave up in the end.

About us: Trust:

As a friend, I trust you enough, meaning that I put you all of my trust. But please don't take advantage of it.

About us: Journey:

I've been enjoying this journey so far, and I get to meet new people that I know, along with meeting old friends and making a ton of friends. I always write letters to Papa, Dad, Jean, and Diluc explaining all that happened!!!

About Vision:

A vision is like a medal that the gods give you for all the hard work you've done or because of how strong your ambition is that makes them believe that you deserve your vision.

Something to share:

I remember that when I first learned how to cook, it was a disaster, Kaeya said as a joke that I could defeat my opponent easily just by cooking a meal for them. I gradually got better, and now I make the delicious meals that you know and enjoy.

Interesting things: animals:

I like animals, I also like researching about them and I especially enjoy learning about new animals that I've never heard of.

Interesting things: medicine:

I'm somewhat good when it comes to the medical field, but I'm improving. Soon, I'll be capable of healing serious injuries and making medicines to cure patients.

Receiving a Gift I:

Delicious!!!! Can I have seconds, please?

Receiving a Gift II:

Can I have the recipe? I really want to try cooking it myself.

Receiving a Gift III:

Down the hatch... hehe...

Birthday:

Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday, dear Traveler. Happy birthday to you. I hope all of your dreams and wishes come true!!!

Feelings About Ascension: Intro:

Amazing.

Feelings About Ascension: Building Up:

I'm still getting used to this much power.

Feelings About Ascension: Climax:

Your going through all this just for me?

Feelings About Ascension: Conclusion:

Wow, I didn't know, I made this much of an impact on you. I'm very grateful, in the past, others told me that I didn't matter even if my back at the Knights of Favonius, Diona, and Diluc told me otherwise, but now being with you on this journey makes me happy. Is it fine if I give you a hug? Thank you.

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allisonreader · 7 months ago

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This is something that I wrote back in 2019, but was never shared beyond one person. So I pulled it out of the mothballs of the PMs of my fanfiction account, dusted it off and gave it a polish (edited it), to share since it fits so perfectly with today's prompt. Since it's kind of a nightmare of a situation to find himself in.

@inklings-challenge

A nightmare of a situation where the character wishes that's all that this was.

That first day— the day it happened, he was too out of sorts to have thought anything about Henry Hudson.

Now that he was in bed; having a teary eyed Abigail cuddling with him, he had time to think about Jess's brother. He never knew where Jess went, or what had happened to his sister, and now Jess never would be able to contact her brother.

He got a headache thinking about trying to explain everything over the phone to him. This wasn't going to be an easy conversation.

It's not like they had parted on good terms. He'd be likely to be as confrontational as Jessica had first been.

Maybe- just maybe, it'd be a better idea to skip the phone call, and hop on a red eye out to Georgia in the morning. At least that way he'd have proof to show what he was saying was true.

He'd just have to make sure he had photos in his wallet. That could work.

Nanna could stay with Abby, so she didn't have to come with him. He could be back before the end of the day and might even get the chance to visit the twins yet. The earlier he could go the better.

Abby had at some point fallen asleep while he had been brushing his hand through her hair.

At least one of them was getting some sleep tonight. He had too many things on his mind; funeral preparations, the twins (Eli and Sarah, both names having been favourites of Jess's), Jess's lifeless body and letting Henry know his sister was gone.

He maybe he dozed a few minutes, but had been up most of the night, but at least Abby had slept. He tried not to wake her as he crawled out of bed, having to stop every so often as she let out a little whimper. He wouldn't leave her without saying goodbye, but she could sleep until he was ready to go.

This trip; as quick as it'd be, was still going to take a few hours.

He didn't dare look at himself in the mirror while getting ready, his stomach was already roiling to the point where he didn't think he could get anything down. Even thinking about a cup of coffee churned his stomach. He was standing in the kitchen when Abby woke up and found him.

"Daddy! I want momma."

"I know love, I want her too."

She just looked at him, still looking tired and oh so small in her little nightgown, he picked her up and held her tight.

"You're almost getting to big to do this."

She buried her head into his shoulder. "No I'm not."

"Not quite yet you're not, but soon."

"Daddy?"

"Yes Abby?"

"Are you going somewhere?"

"Yes baby girl, I'm afraid I am." He was brushing her hair away from her face.

"I don't want you to go. Daddy stay!"

"I'm afraid it's something that very important to do. I have to go tell momma's brother what happened to her. I'll only be a few hours and then when I get back we can go see the twins."

"No. Don't go daddy. We can go see the babies now." She clung to his neck tighter.

"Abigail, we can't. Not right now, it's too early. You're not usually awake at this time."

"But I am now."

"I have to go though, sweetheart. Uncle Henry has to be told that momma's gone up to heaven."

"I can come with you."

"No love, this is something I have to do alone."

"I wanna meet Uncle Henry."

"You need to go back to bed for a bit longer if you're going to whine like that."

"I don't wanna." She crossed her arms and pouted.

"I think you need to." He set her down.

"Come on, I'll tuck you back into bed."

"I want momma to."

"She can't Abigail. Asking won't change that fact." He said sharper than he meant to as he saw Abby's lower lip start to tremble. He softened his voice. "Nanna's here for when you wake up again and if you need her. I'll be back before you know it. I love you so very much, no matter how big you get, you'll always be my little girl."

"Mommy's too?"

"Mommy's too. Now hop into bed, and I'll tuck you in." She crawled into the bed to where he had patted. He tucked the blankets in around her, kissing her forehead as she yawned.

"Daddy?"

"Yes love?"

"I love you."

"I love you too." If Nanna noticed his tears when he came out of Abby's room she didn't say anything.

"Emery, while I understand your need to talk to Jessica's brother, couldn't you just phone him?"

He shook his head. "I don't think I could get the words out."

"Be safe then. Have you eaten anything?"

"Of course Nanna. No I haven't yet, but I'll try. I'll pick something up along the way."

"You better Emery. You need to eat, keep your strength up."

"I will Nanna, I promise."

He didn't want to admit how shaky he was feeling, or how sick to his stomach he was. Positive that anything he ate or drank would either feel like a rock, or just as likely to come back up. A feeling that only was growing worse upon getting closer and closer to Thomasville.

How in the the world was he going to explain to her brother that she was gone? That they had been married for years and had kids, all without Jess having gotten back in touch with him?

The last Henry knew, he was just a man who didn't fight hard enough to keep his sister racing. He was someone to hold a grudge against, not one that would marry his sister.

Even once he landed, he still couldn't make himself eat anything. He tried to bolster himself up as he drove into Thomasville and to Henry's garage.

He still needed a moment to gain his composure, so he wasn't walking in with tears running down his face.

He gripped the steering wheel, twisting his hands around it, head resting on top, as he wondered how much time Jess had spent here once her brother had gotten the garage going.

He only left the safety of the car once he felt like he had tentative control over his emotions.

It was time to face Henry.

The bell jangled as he entered the garage and the familiar smells of the automotive world filled his nose, oil, grease, gas and rubber.

"I'll just be a second..." he heard be called from somewhere in the back.

Henry came from around a corner, wiping his hands on a rag, not looking up.

"How can I help you?"

Then he looked up, a dark expression falling over his face.

"What happened to you Piston, get hit by a train?"

He swallowed hard as his throat tightened. He tried not to sway, clenching his jaw and digging his fingernails into his palms, anything to not breakdown in front of his brother in law.

"No. I have not been hit by a train..."

"I don't know if you know this, but you look AWFUL, I wouldn't have thought it possible for you to look worse. Except you just proved me wrong by paling even more right now. Why are you here, when you look like this." He waved at him.

"I- I have to- speak to you about Jessica." He pulled out his wallet, fishing for the one photo he knew he put in there. "Your sister and I-" He handed Henry the photo of him, Jess, and Abby, taken maybe a month or so ago, to show his father originally.

"What is this?" Henry asked sharply, glaring at him.

"We are- were married..."

"You WERE married-"

He just nodded, not trusting his voice.

"So What are YOU doing here?" Henry's voice was deadly, low like a growl.

"She- there- there was an accident... Jess- Jess was hit... by a drunk driver- who- they- who...lost control of his vehicle...."

Henry was silent for a moment, studying the photo he now held.

"She's gone then?"

He nodded. "She- she- had been pregnant at the time... the doctors were able to save our children.... twins, one of each.... they- they weren't able to save her."

"When...?" Henry rubbed his eyes with his thumb and forefinger.

"Yesterday. Afternoon... Our oldest is with my grandmother currently... While the twins- well the twins won't be coming home for awhile."

"It's no wonder you look like a wreck." Henry let out a noisy breath, running a hand over his face before pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Come on, I'm taking you home with me for a bit."

He shook his head.

"No, I can't impose on you like that, and I really should be going. I have my kids to get back to...."

"An hour isn't going to be much harm. How long is it until the next flight out? Take sometime and freshen up a little... EAT something."

"I don't want to intrude on your family. ...Why do you care all of the sudden?"

"How can you intrude on MY family, when we ARE family. That ring on your finger means something, you made a commitment to Jess, married her, had kids with her, which makes you family."

"How is it that you're handling this so well?"

"I'm not. I've just had more time to get used to the idea."

"-What?"

"I've spent years not knowing where Jess had gone or what happened to her. Wondering if I was going to get a call saying her car had been found, that-" Henry let out a shuttering sigh. "That she was dead. It hurts, but I've been expecting it in a way. Just didn't think she'd be leaving any other family behind than me. I'm having more trouble coming to terms with the fact that my sister ended up marrying a Piston, after wanting nothing to do with anything related. But that's a conversation for somewhere more private."

(This was the original stop point more or less. What comes next was quickly written today to sort of finish it off more or less.)

Henry was the first to speak again.

He allowed himself to be guided out of the garage and out to a truck; Henry having locked up as he went. They didn't speak during the short drive from Henry's garage to Henry's home. The same home that he recognized from some of Jessica's old photos; causing his heart to lurch once more.

He got out of the truck and hesitantly followed Henry in through the backdoor. Just far enough behind that he only caught the very tail end of Henry saying that he had brought a guest and that the three of them were going to need a pot of strong coffee.

He was greeted by and introduced to Henry's wife Joan.

He was sat at the kitchen table and brought buttered toast that he tried choking down, as his Henry and Joan- his in-laws- watched.

"How exactly did you and my sister end up married?"

"It started with a blown tire, and her wanting nothing to do with me..."

He quickly ran down how Jess had ended up in Radiator Springs with her tire blowing out not far from town. How she had truely wanted nothing to do with him until he had been able to get past her walls a little when she was having her injuries flare up.

He told them that even though he had thought that she should try and get back in touch with them, she couldn't bring herself to do it. Knowing how much she had hurt Henry with her running.

He told them of how she decided to start medical school, but changed to law upon marriage because she didn't want to wait that long to start a family together.

How she finished her schooling and bar exam while pregnant with their oldest, Abigail. How proud of her he had been for her accomplishment.

And how excited all three of them had been for the new baby, who were actually twins that survived, though premature.

All leading to today and him being the bearer of bad news about what happened to Jess and the fact that he couldn't bear to break the news over the phone.

Hence his trip and needing to get back to be with his three kids.

He thanked them kindly for listening and promised to keep them updated and they'd like to be flown out for Jess' funeral when it would happen. Which the pair agreed to before he left and making sure that they all had the correct phone numbers and addresses for each other.

It was still a long way home for him. Back to a heartbroken little girl who was already missing her mom as much as he was.

If only this was nothing but a terrible nightmare that he could wake up from.

#well this ended up being extra long #I hadn't originally intended to add anything to this already longerish piece #when I originally wrote this back in 2019 I had felt like writing something sad at the time and I think that I definitely did that #but I've also always have really loved how it turned out as well #I really didn't do much for editing just make it so that it's not all one paragraph #like it originally was because that's how I tend to write everything at first #one big block of writing which changes as I edit #anyways I feel like it's particularly fitting for the Chesterton prompt nightmare today #inklingschallenge

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nenynrawrites · 4 months ago

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Summary: Modern!Axl tries to hide his desperateness in the best ways, but you soon catch onto it

Wordcount: 772 words

Warnings: !SMUT!, p in v, if I missed anything, let me know:)

A/N: This is my first Axl imagine, let alone a smut, so bear with me:3 Also @izzyramirez18 , I hope you like this x3

,,Hey.''

,,What are you doing?''

,,Making a snack.''

,,Wasn't I enough?''

,,Axl!''

,,What? I'm just asking!''

It was a rainy day in sunny Los Angeles, unusual , since it wasn't rain season, but you weren't mad about it_ The temperatures significantly cooled down, which was going to be a great tonight's sleep.

Axl didn't say much, just watched you make your snack, leaving a few kisses on your shoulders, just trailing his hand over your tummy in soothing circles. He was an active guy, but any second he gets to spend with you were heaven. Especially when it came to sex.

~-~

,,These are great!''

,,Hehe, thank you. It's something I saw on TV yesterday, and since we had all the ingredients, I thought, why not just make it, you know?''

,,Mhm...Wished I knew how to bake.''

,,I can show you sometime.''

,,That'd be nice.''

Axl's answers and questions seemed so...Off. You couldn't really grasp what he wanted, if it was just a normal compliment, or if he was trying to initiate something.

,,Hey, Axl?''

,,Yeah?''

,,Come 'ere.''

You just pulled him close, pressing our lips against his soft ones, and you could just feel, how he melted, how much he relaxed; His shoulders lowered, as his hands found purchase around your waist, pulling you as close as he physically could, and you could just feel the yearning he had for you, and you had for him.

,,There you go...Was that why you were acting so weird all day?''

,,Yeah, I...I don't know why I wasn't able to just say something or do something, you know?''

,,Mhm, I know that all too well.''

,,Well, come here then...''

Axl gave you a quick peck, before scooping you up, and carrying you to the bedroom, where he basically tossed (carefully) you onto the bed, immediately hovering over you, with a sweet smile on his face.

,,Hey...''

,,Hi...''

,,What's your goal now?''

,,Making you feel good.''

,,Then I wanna make you feel good, too.''

,,Deal.''

Giggling (literally:>), Axl put a bunch of soft kisses on and around your neck, making you sigh in delight, as you wrapped your arms and legs around his body.

,,You're a pretty boy, you know?''

,,You think so?''

,,Think so? I know so!''

,,I'll take your word for that...''

Rolling your eyes, you just shut him up with another kiss, the moans that came from him were heavenly, and if you could, you would've came then and there.

,,Ax, baby, please-''

,,What? Use your words, darling.''

,,Need you-''

,,That bad?''

There wasn't much of an answer, just a loud moan, as Axl had placed a hickey on your neck, rubbing your clit simultaneously.

,,Fuck, yes- Please! Just...Fuck me...''

,,God, how I love hearing you beg...''

Slowly slipping your pyjama pants off of your legs, adding a kiss on every square of naked skin he could reach, thinking back on how he was in the same situation a few nights ago: So desperate, but not wanting to wake you up, your sleeping body right next to him, and his thoughts running like crazy.

,,Aww, look at that pretty pussy...Feeling empty, huh? Want me to stuff it full, yeah?''

,,Yes, please!''

If it wasn't for the two of you being so desperate, Axl could've spent the next couple hours just looking at you, taking in every little nook and cranny of your body.

,,You look so beautiful, baby girl...So...Fucking...Beautiful...Fuck...''

The next few kisses were messy, as he carefully prepped you, scissoring his fingers ever so slow, but just right, making you buck your hips in a desperate attempt to get more friction.

,,Mhm, you feel so good...''

,,Say my name, baby, say it.''

There were only moans escaping you. You tried your best, but your mind opted to just blank out, diverting the attention to Axl's chest with the beautiful nipple ring.

,,That thing still gets more attention out of you, hm...''

Axl halted your train of thought with a hard kiss, gripping onto your waist tightly, pounding away...He was close, and you knew he would hold himself back until you came first.

,,F-Fuck, I'm close, I'm close-''

,,Me, too...Cum for me, baby, you can do it.''

Encapsulating you in between his arms, Axl pressed his head into the side of your neck, putting kisses all over it as he came in hot spurts, whimpering, as the coats felt never ending.

,,Did so well...''

,,Yeah?''

,,Mhm...You should do that more often...Being desperate, you know?''

,,I always am, you just might not always realize it.''

Laughing, you got each other cleaned up, watching a film for the rest of the night, all cuddled up.

we some more smut of modern day axl . PLEASE IM BEGGING

#axl rose #guns n roses #axl rose x reader #axl rose smut

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charlewiss-writes · 2 years ago

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favourite classmate / pierre gasly

masterlist

day 16: midnight (part of one-word november prompts!)

pairing: student!pierre x student!reader

summary: endless amount of teasing during class ends with surprises when the clock strikes midnight and it's pierre's birthday.

word count: 1.1k

warnings: not proofread lmao I tried to make it quick cause I'm so behind 🥹

you looked confused as you read what the paper that had dropped off your locked said. "meet me at midnight".

"secret admirer?" you friend joked as you walked back to your class, recess now being over. you rolled your eyes at her and kept the little piece of paper on your back pocket, figuring that you would get time to decode it later.

the class had started fifteen minutes ago, and still, you didn't get surprised when the blue eyed boy entered through the door, excusing himself to the professor and sitting to your right. not even turning to look at him, you passed him your notes and he mumbled a little "thanks" before starting to copy whatever you had written since the teacher had started talking. once he was done, he gave you your notebook back, not without whispering in your ear "you coming tonight?"

you turned to look at him, confused. he laughed a bit, quiet enough to not bother the man that was writing something on the white board in front of him. "to my party, dumbass". pierre, being friends with the popular guys on campus, was almost forced to throw at party every weekend. and even though you were close due to being classmates, and he invited you to go every time, you never came. "when have i ever come to your parties?".

"I don't know, I thought that, as my friend, you would at least come to my birthday party" he jokingly said, but you could see a little bit of hurt in his sky-blue eyes.

the honest truth was that, given how intense this course was being, with all the deadlines and essays you still had to turn in, you had completely forgotten about your friend's birthday. "I'm so sorry, p, I totally flew my mind". he shrugged it off, not looking at you anymore, now pretending to pay attention to the class. "you can make it up to me by coming, what do you say?".

you laughed a bit louder this time, earning some bad looks from the other students in class. "i'll see what I can do, pierre" you smiled at him and continued taking notes, knowing deep down that you had always complied to whatever he asked you. it's like the frenchman knew he could ask for whatever he wanted and you would move everything in your power to give it to him.

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so now here you were. walking to his place that was just a couple of blocks away, and you could already hear the loud ass music that was playing over at his house. you told yourself that you would be there just a couple hours, until midnight, to wish him a happy birthday, and then you'll be back home, getting ready to sleep, as you wished you had done.

when you set foot into the house, you were immediately wrapped tightly by strong arms that came accompanied with an essence that you could only recognise as pierre's. and if it still wasn't obvious that the body pressed against your belonged to the frenchman, when you heard his loud scream too close to your ear, you were 100% sure. "my favourite classmate! you came!"

you did everything you could to try putting some distance between you two. meanwhile, he put his red party cup filled with -what you assumed was- beer on your hands, and encouraged you to drink from. after the first sip, you said to him. "easy with the teasing, gasly. who will give you the notes you missed otherwise?". he just laughed and started going away, promising you that he would come back soon to get you.

when the clock stroked 11:58 pm, you started to wonder where your friend was. the plan was to congratulate him as soon as possible, and be back in your bed before 1 am. but if you couldn't get close to him to wish him a happy birthday, your plan would be fucked.

"here you are! you met me at midnight at last".

"you already saw me tonight, pierre, and it's not even midnight yet." you said, annoyed that in just a couple of minutes he had managed to get this drunk. then, the sentence clicked, and you remembered the little piece of paper that you found back in your locker that same morning. "wait, was it you?"

he laughed a bit, now pulling out closer to him by grabbing your waist. "who would it be, mon ange?". you still didn't quite believe him, and found suspicious that he would confess of doing it that quickly. "I don't know, didn't think it would be you". you figured that maybe he was too drunk to know what you were talking about. "disappointed?" pierre said, and you could have sworn that, out of nowhere, he sounded, hurt? with his head over your own, not dating to look into your eyes now. "more like surprised" you mumbled into his chest.

suddenly, cheers erupted and when you saw the clock, it was midnight. you smiled, tilting your head a bit so you could look into his deep blue eyes. "happy birthday, pierre".

after a couple of seconds, the party went on, and it was you too alone again, even in the crowded room where you currently where. "can I kiss you?" the frenchman whispered, with his thumb gently stroking you cheek. it would be an understatement to say that you were surprised to hear that from pierre, after years of pinning over him and he never realising it. "what?".

"it's my birthday gift. can I kiss you?" he was looking directly into your eyes, and now his hand had descended to your neck, gently grabbing it and bringing you closer with each breath. "i think you're too drunk to make that decision, gasly", and when you finished whispering his name, you were already si close to his mouth that your lips brushed.

"maybe, but I've never been so sure of anything in my life".

the kiss was sweet, like it was your first proper kiss, and you realise about the inherent magic there was with having new firsts. he was gentle, like you would disappear into thin air if he was a bit more rough. the crowd had completely vanished, until you heard them all cheering and clapping, which made you realise that you were, in fact, in the middle of a crowded room. blushing hard, you pulled away and hid on his chest, dressed with a button up white shirt.

"I guess I'm your favourite classmate too, no?".

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 x you #charlewiss writing challenge #one word november prompts #user charlewiss #f1 x y/n #f1 x yn #formula 1 imagine #pierre gasly x y/n #pierre gasly x you #pierre gasly fluff #pierre gasly imagine #pierre gasly x reader #pierre gasly blurb

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tommydarlings · 2 years ago

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more than words could ever describe | e.m

pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

warnings: none, just basically pure angst :)

w/c: 1.3k

summary: you and Eddie promised each other that you would only go down together, but Eddie Munson was never really the type to keep a promise.

masterlist <3 // my ko-fi to support me <3

"Eddie my love, can you come here real quick?" you yelled from Eddie's bedroom while you took a seat on his old but not so uncomfortable bed.

You would totally lie when you would say that your not a bit nervous to tell him what you are about to tell him. You honestly don't even know why because it's not like your gonna tell him that you cheated on him or that you are pregnant or some bullshit like that but your still pretty nervous about the following conversation your gonna have with your boyfriend.

"Coming sweetheart!" he told you in a singing kind of voice as he jogged into his bedroom while you laughed quietly at his childish behavior.

He's really such a child sometimes.

"What's the matter princess?" he asked with a tiny smile painted on his gorgeous face as he sat himself cross legged down infront of your body. "Everything okay?" he asked you with concern written on his face. Brows furrowed and the smile suddenly vanishing from his lips.

"Yeah it's just... about tomorrow" you told him with a small sigh. He sighed too and grabbed you chin gently with his fingertips. "Look at me sweetheart, please" you looked into his eyes before he went on.

"I understand that you are worried about tomorrow, but everthing is gonna work out, okay? We've gone through the plan like a hundred times today, right? It's gonna work out. You, Nancy, Steve, dustin and everyone else will leave the upside down alive tomorrow, okay? Maybe with a couple of scratches or something like that but alive, you understand me?" he explained to you with a soothing and gentle voice.

"Yeah, your right eds, can you promise me something?" you looked into his eyes with seriousness this time.

"Depends on what it is my love" he answered with his typical sweet laugh but it stopped as soon as he saw your serious gaze. "Y-yeah, of course, what should I promise you y/n baby?"

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes for a quick second before you told him the reason why you really wanted to talk to him tonight. "Promise me that we make it out alive" you said as tears slowly started to build up in your eyes.

"Hey, hey, hey, yes, of course sweetheart, I will do everything I can to protect you from vecna and the bats-"

"No, no Eddie, we. Not me, not you, we Eddie. Together, not separately. You make it out alive, I make it out alive. There will be no 'I will protect you even if it means that I'll have to sacrifice myself then' shit, okay?"

He nodded along as you talked with him about tomorrow's mission.

"You won't die in my arms, I won't die in your arms, you understand me?, either we both make it out alive or we go down together, alright?" you said as tears made their way down to your cheeks. "I promise sweetheart, I promise" he whisperd as you went in for a tight hug. He gently kissed the top of your head before you two decided to call it a night and get enough sleep for tomorrow's chaos.

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"Since when does vecna got so many fucking bat's?" you questioned yourself as you and Eddie flighted in his trailer in the upside down all those ugly but quite dangerous animal-monsters. "I swear he ordered new ones or some shit" Your boyfriend yelled back as he hit another bat that was coming at you pretty good on the head.

"Thank you my love" you looked at him with a tiny smile for one second before you turned around and started yelling at them animals to back off again. "No problem princess" he laughed to himself before he finally got the idea to cover the hole those bat's were coming from up with his shield that he build proudly all by himself.

"Perfect, are there any other holes these bat's could fly out from?" you asked him quickly before you both realized it at the same time.

"THE BEDROOM" the two of you stormed out of the living room, into Eddie's bedroom that the two of you share for several months already. "Fucking shit-" you mumbled right as a flok of them jumped out of a hole in the corner of the bedroom. "C'mon Eddie, let's go!" you yelled loudly as you grabbed his pointer and middle finger tightly around your tiny hand and ran towards the big hole where you escape the upside down.

"And up you go sweetheart" he said as he lifted you up and helped you crawl your way up into the 'normal' Hawkins. "Oww!" you said as you landed on the pretty hard mattress. "Now your turn eds!" you yelled up where he was already making his way towards you.

But suddenly he stopped mid-way and looked deep in your eyes like it was the first time seeing you.

Like it was his first time noticing how deeply blue your eyes actually are.

How many freckles you actually have on your soft face.

How tiny and sweet your nose actually was.

How your lips have the literally best and most beautiful shape.

How perfect your slightly pink cheeks look.

How perfect you look.

He was looking at you like he knew that it would be his last time looking at you.

And then it hit you.

"Eddie, n-no, you crawl up that thing right now, c'mon" you whisperd sternly. You knew his fucked up plan, but you for sure wouldn't make him actually get though it.

"I love you more than words could ever describe" he whisperd with a very tiny but also very visible smile on his lips.

"No!" you yelled as tears burned in your eyes. Eddie jumped away, down on the floor and ran away.

He ran, and ran, and ran until he stopped right in his tracks and realized that that's exactly that what he shouldn't be doing.

running away.

He turned around to face the bat's that were making their way to him and made the decision of his life.

Do. not. run. away. this time.

So he fighted.

"Fucking stupid man, I swear-" you said as you landed on your back after crawling your way back into the upside down to save your boyfriend from getting himself killed.

"Please don't let it be too late, please don't let it be-"

And then you saw your other half. Laying on the dirty floor, alone, covered on his own blood from head to toe.

"No-" you whisperd to yourself quietly as your vision got more and more blurry through the tears. "Please no-" you begged somebody, anybody to come and help you.

"Eddie! Eddie, I'm here, I-I'm here baby, I'm here for you" you whimpered as you kneed down next to his drained out and cold body. "Hey, hey my love, can you hear me?" you asked him quietly as you moved a strand of hair that was sticking onto his face. He nodded quickly before he spoke up.

"Y-yes, I can hear you s-sweetheart" he smiled softly at you. "Why didn't you just listen and crawled up that damn thing eds" you asked while tears ran down your cold cheeks as you looked at your lovers head laying comfortably in your lap. He shook his head with a tired facial expression written on his bloody face as he answered your question. "I couldn't run a-away another time my l-love, I c-couldn't" he said with a sad smile. "But this t-time you should have ran away Eddie, this time y-you should h-have" you slowly grew slightly angry, but you couldn't be upset with him right now, not now. "What about o-our promise eds, your promise! That you made me! What a-about that, huh!" you started to sob unstoppably.

"Remember how I once told you that I think that rules were only made to be broken? Well, I guess it's the same with promises"

"I-I don't believe that, you hear me? I d-don't believe that" you told him as you wiped some tears off of your face.

"maybe you should" he whisperd with a tiny smile.

You couldn't even answer him anymore, you just broke down and cried as he suddenly grabbed your hand and intertwined your fingers.

"Please never forget one thing my love, people will always make promises they can't keep, because if they know that they would keep it in the end, they wouldn't feel the urge to even make it a promise" he told you quietly as he searched the eye contact under the tears that formed in his eyes. "So you knew it along? You knew that you would do this?"

"Why do you think was I so tired this morning" he asked you as your furrowed your brows in confusion. "What do you mean eds?"

"Do you seriously think I slept last night?" he laughed a bit. "If you weren't able to fall asleep, why didn't you wake me up and tell me then-"

"No, no, no sweetheart, I didn't fall asleep last night because I wasn't able to, I didn't fall asleep last night because I wanted to look at my beautiful girlfriend one last time before my life goes downhill, I wanted to stare into your gorgeous eyes but I obviously couldn't do that because, well, your eyes were closed" he exclaimed with a genuine laugh this time.

"But I thought about us. About the first time we've met, about our first date, our first kiss, our first time, our first 'I love you', our first time holding hands in school, I just thought about us and to be honest, I think I couldn't have though about something better than this all night long" he told you quietly as he starred into your blurry pupils.

"I love you so much Eddie, so much my love" you whisperd as you slowly noticed how his breathing went by slower and his eyes started to close.

"I love you more than words could ever describe" he whisperd one last time before he closed his eyes gently.

You laid your body down next to his as you carefully took his head and placed in the crook of your neck and kissed his forehead lightly.

"more than words could ever describe" you whisperd to yourself as you drifted off into the most painful sleep you could ever imagine.

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You were very surprised when you woke up in your boyfriends bed in his old trailer that he shared with his uncle.

That was the next issue... How the hell are you explain all of this to wanye.

After drying your wet cheeks at least a little bit, you stood up and stretched your body before you wanted to leave the room.

Yes, you heard me right, wanted.

You didn't realized that the tiny (and only shelf) he got in his room was right next to his bed and unintentionally kicked the textbook where he kept all his self written songs in quickly of the shelf.

"Oh damn it" you picked it up but as you held it in your hand and read the first song title you felt like you couldn't move.

- indescribable love story -

You knew that Eddie usually only liked music from Metallica or Iron maiden, so to see that he written a song that was full of love and carried such a beautiful and soft title was very new to you.

You started to cry all over again. You thought that wouldn't have any tears left anymore but you did and your body literally is currently proving you it. You started to sob as your knees gave in and you crashed to the floor with the most precious piece of paper in between your fingertips.

"I also love you more than words could describe" you whisperd as tear drops hit Eddie's probably most beautiful written song in your shaky hands.

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things 4 #stranger things spoilers #eddie munson st4 #eddie munson angst #eddie munson imagine

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likeahorribledream · 3 years ago

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ɴᴇᴡ ɢᴜʏ

» CHAPTER TWO: CLOSER

CHAPTER ONE

SUMMARY: The guys decide to throw a party at the loft and it helps you get closer to Ransom, but it seems he might not be ready for that.

PAIRING: Ransom x Reader

WORD COUNT: 4.2k

WARNINGS: Fluff, angst. New Girl AU.

REQUEST: Librarian!Reader, she’s shy and insecure about her appearance.

18+. Minors DNI.

ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

𝚂𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙴𝚂 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃

"Can I come in?" Ransom looks down at you, trying not to look at the shorts and t-shirt you changed into. That's too much skin for him to process at once.

You step aside and gesture for him to come in. You then close the door and go back to sitting on your bed.

"What did I do wrong now?" You ask, already annoyed.

"Woah." Ransom arches a brow at your attitude. "Look I'm sorry I've been a dick, ok? It's hard for me. I've been living alone since I was 18 and then I went from being by myself all the time to having three roommates. I'll try to tone it down but you can't take it personally if I say something mean."

That's the worst apology you've ever heard. "Alright, anything else?"

"No, just be there Friday night. Mopping in your room is forbidden until midnight, then you can come back in here and hide."

"I'm not going." You watch as he opens your bedroom door.

"It wasn't a question, sweetheart."

He leaves without another look and leaves you to your thoughts.

The first thing you do after coming home from work on Friday is to take a quick shower and get dressed because surprisingly enough, you've decided to go hang out with everyone for a little while. You put on a robe after your shower and walk to the kitchen where Theo and Chase are.

"I decided to go, I don't want to hear any nagging about it. Just tell me what I should wear because I suck at this."

"Dress." Chase answers quickly.

Theo nods as he agrees. "Definitely a dress."

"Great. Jeans it is. Thank you guys." You turn around and go back to your room just as Ransom walks out of his.

He looks at your robe and grins. "Nice outfit for tonight, princess."

You roll your eyes and walk into your room. "Hilarious." You say sarcastically before closing the door.

As you stand in front of your closet you come to the conclusion that you hate every piece of clothing you own. Whatever you choose, you'll look like a dork. You decide to put on your favorite pair of black jeans and a simple white t-shirt, with a pair of black flats. You style your hair in the way that you like and stick to winged eyeliner and mascara for your makeup.

You walk out of your room and make sure to close your bedroom door, the last thing you need is people going through your stuff.

You search for the guys around the loft and find them sitting on the couch in the living room.

Chase lets out a low whistle when he sees you and you instantly roll your eyes. Ransom looks away from the TV and at you instead, a small grin tugging at the corner of his lips. "Beautiful."

His comment surprises everyone, including himself.

"Ok everyone calm down, it's a pair of jeans and a t-shirt." You plop down on the couch and look at the screen.

"I think the words you are looking for are either thank you or I know I am rocking the hell out of these jeans." Theo nudges you with his elbow as he talks.

"The words I'm looking for are please stop."

Soon after people are starting to come in and it doesn't take long before you lose sight of all three of your roommates. You could walk around, introduce yourself to the people you don't know and make small talk, but it sounds terrible and you don't want to do it.

You are horrible at small talk, you never know how to approach people or what to say and it makes you nervous just to think about doing it.

After spending an hour sitting on the couch with no one to talk to, you walk out of the living room and go to your room instead. You change into your PJs, grab a book and get under the covers to read comfortably, the music is too loud there's no way you can sleep with that kind of noise right outside your door.

Ransom has been keeping an eye on you from afar and hopes that you only left to go to the bathroom. Ten minutes go by and you still are nowhere to be found. Although that's not entirely true because he knows exactly where to find you. He puts his beer down on the counter and gives the girl who's been flirting with him his best seductive smile.

"I'm sorry, I'll be right back."

He misses her nod as he's already on his way to your room. He knocks on the door and waits for you to open up, crossing his arms as you do.

"What are you doing here?" He looks over your shoulder to see a book laying open on your bed. "It's Friday night, there's a party right outside your door, it's not even 11 pm and you're already in your PJs, in bed and reading a book? Are you secretly 80 years old?" He pushes past you and walks over to your bed, grabbing your book without losing your page to see what you're reading.

"I didn't know it was out." Ransom says as he looks down at his grandfather's latest book.

"It came out this afternoon." You explain, closing the door to muffle some of the music and chatter.

"And you already bought it?" He looks up at you.

You shrug. "I'm a librarian, I buy a lot of books."

Ransom realizes that he has been living here for a month and that he never thought, until now, to ask what your job was.

"Is it good?" He turns the book to look at the back cover.

"I started it two minutes before you knocked, I'm only on page four so it's hard to tell but I'm sure it is."

Harlan usually always sends Ransom a copy of his new books before they are released. He's disappointed he didn't get one this time.

"Can I read it with you?" He asks before he even has time to realize what it is he's asking for.

"Uh, sure. How are we gonna do that?" You chuckle.

"We can read it out loud, switch for each chapter?"

"Ok." You pat the empty space next to you on your bed. "What about your party though?"

Ransom toes off his shoes and joins you on your bed. "They don't need me to keep it going." He feels a little bit bad about the girl who is probably still waiting for him in the kitchen but she'll get over it. It might be a first for him; throwing a party only to hide out to read a book. "We're being the biggest dorks right now." He points out as he turns the pages to be back at the beginning.

"I've been a dork my whole life and survived this long. I promise you one night won't kill you."

You lean back against your pillows and headboard, covering yourself with your blanket.

Ransom gets comfortable too, fighting off a smile at how adorable you look all curled up under your blanket. "Ready?" He looks down at you and then back at the book once you've nodded with a big smile.

You pass the book between yourselves at the end of every chapter and Ransom a little over half way through the book, stops right in the middle of a chapter.

"Why did you stop?" You look up, curiously.

"Quick bathroom break, hold on." He hands you the book before getting off of your bed and leaving your room. The beers he had earlier want back out and he can't hold it anymore, it keeps him from focusing on the story and what he's reading.

The party is still going strong but there are a lot less people than earlier, he doesn't even know what time it is.

On his way back from the bathroom, he stops in his room just to change into more comfortable clothes and then crosses the hall to your room, closing the door behind him.

He checks his phone that's on your nightstand, surprised to see that it's almost 3 am.

"I hadn't noticed how late it was. Do you want to stop?" He knows that you're usually asleep at this hour.

You shake your head. "I'm not stopping until we know who the killer is. Unless you want to stop?"

He smiles and sits back in his previous spot, taking the book from your hands. He picks up where he had left off earlier, getting right back into the rhythm.

On top of passing the book, the two of you keep moving around on your bed to find a comfortable position that won't make your butts feel numb.

"I'm cold." Ransom tells you after finishing another great chapter. "The AC is blasting and you keep hogging the blanket." He almost whines.

"Here." You wiggle closer and cover him as best as you can.

"Can we get under the covers?"

"Oh. Yes." You chuckle, tapping a finger on your forehead. "I hadn't even thought of it." You both move to pull back the cover and sheets, quickly getting under them. You use the blanket to cover your shoulders and Ransom's instead.

You take the book as it's now your turn to read and while you keep moving the story forward, Ransom puts his arm around your waist and pulls you into his side, your back against the side of his chest.

You lean your head back against his shoulder and keep reading, deciding not to comment on him basically hugging you and the arm that's still around your waist.

At around 6 am with only a couple more chapters to go, you both fall asleep in the same position that you've been in for hours.

The book lays open on Ransom's thighs, his free hand sprawled flat on the pages to keep them from moving and his head rests on top of your own. Both of your necks are going to be unbelievably stiff later in the day.

You have been so engrossed in the story that you didn't even notice when the music stopped playing and when the loft got quiet again. Not that it matters to either of you.

Ransom wakes up a couple of hours later, slowly opening his eyes. At first he's confused because this is not his room and he has his arm around a girl, he never spends the night with the women he sleeps with or lets them spend the night in his bed. Especially not all cuddled up like this. He carefully lifts up his head to see who he has been leaning on, holding back a groan at the pain in his neck from the weird angle he has been sleeping in, and he smiles when he sees that it's you. As his brain starts waking up, memories of last night and this morning are coming back to him. He moves quietly as he puts down the book on the nightstand next to him, sticking a piece of paper between the pages so as to not lose your place. He lowers himself on the bed, just enough to have the back of his head resting on the pillow that's propped up behind him. He pulls you closer with his arm that's still around your waist and with his free hand he gently moves your head back so you won't be in too much pain when you wake up later. He then uses his free hand to lift the covers higher on both of you, finally resting his head back on yours as he closes his eyes to fall back asleep.

A loud crashing noise coming from the kitchen wakes the two of you up hours later, followed by a long string of curses.

Your eyes flutter open and you sigh, not wanting to get up but you need to go see what's going on.

Ransom lifts up his head, unhappy with being woken up.

You sit up and rub your eyes as you try to wake yourself up, making Ransom's heart melt in his chest from you looking so damn adorable first thing in the morning.

You try to move away from Ransom to climb out of your bed but his hold on your waist doesn't budge.

"Where are you going?" His morning voice is a lot deeper than his regular voice and it makes your skin tingle.

"I gotta go see what's going on in the kitchen." You look back at Ransom, who is already looking at you.

"No, you don't. They're grown men, they can fix their own mess. It's only-" He glances at his phone on the nightstand. "Noon and it's Saturday, let's go back to sleep."

Ransom has never acted this way with you, actually up until last night you didn't even think he liked you and this morning he wants to sleep, actual sleep, with you in your bed. You have to admit that he looks extremely cute with his sleepy eyes. The last of your objections crumbles when his hand leaves your waist and he strokes your stomach and side. Ransom can feel you lean into his touch, giving in, and just as you open your mouth to say yes-

"Princess! Can you come make breakfast before Theo tears the kitchen apart?" Chase screams across the loft.

"Sorry." You say quietly to Ransom before getting away from him and off your bed. You stop in front of your mirror to fix your messy bed hair before turning around to look at Ransom who is still in your bed, his hand that was on you now laying where you were sitting a few moments ago.

"Raincheck?" You suggest, shyly.

"Sure." Just like that, the warm Ransom that had been trying to keep you in bed is gone and the cold man that doesn't like you is back.

You look down, disappointed at his tone, and walk out of your room to go help the people that actually care about you.

"What the hell happened here?" You look at Theo who is sitting on the floor surrounded by pots and pans.

"Sh." He winces. "My head is going to explode." He looks up at you, pouting. "I just wanted hangover food."

You can't help but laugh, making Theo wince once more.

"I'm sorry." You whisper once you've calmed down. "Go sit at the table, I'll make it for you."

You offer him your hands to help him up, slowly because you don't want him to throw up.

"You're the best." He kisses your cheek before going to sit down at the table, resting his forehead on it.

You clean up the mess that he made and start making him his favorite hangover breakfast. "The Cure" as he calls it.

"Do you need help with anything?" Chase asks as he watches you move around the kitchen.

You stop what you're doing to look up at him. "Who do you think you're fooling? Go sit." You shake your head. "As if you'd really help."

Chase laughs and goes to sit across from Theo. "You called my bluff."

"Of course I did." You roll your eyes.

20 minutes later you're finally all done and putting down everyone's plate on the table. You put one down where Ransom usually sits, though you aren't sure if he's even going to join you.

Not long after you've sat down and started eating, Theo looks behind you. ‘’Hey, what happened last night? You disappeared before midnight at your own party.’’

‘’I was tired, I crashed in my room.’’ Ransom says as he sits down at the table to eat.

You probably shouldn’t be surprised that he would lie about spending time with you, he’s not the first person who’s ashamed to say that they know you or spend time with you.

Even if it has happened before and that it’ll probably happen again, it still hurts.

‘’What are we doing tonight?’’ Chase looks up from his plate. ‘’Movie? Game? Bar?’’

‘’Please not the bar.’’ Theo whines, his pounding headache still very much there.

‘’Movie then?’’ You suggest to Theo. ‘’It can’t hurt for you to sit in a dark room.’’

‘’Movie it is.’’ He finishes off his breakfast, quickly followed by Chase and you.

Chase stands up and piles up the empty plates, leaving Ransom’s on the table because he’s still eating. ‘’We got the dishes princess.’’ He plants a kiss on top of your head. ‘’Thank you for cooking.’’ He walks to the sink and starts working on the dishes.

‘’Yes, thank you. You’re my savior.’’ Theo says right before putting his forehead back on the table, resting his head and closing his eyes.

‘’Don’t be dramatic. It’s a hangover, you’ll survive.’’ You stand up. ‘’Let me know when you’re ready for the movie.’’

Theo raises his hand and gives you a thumbs up. You laugh as you walk away, making a pit stop in your room to grab your clothes and then you head to the bathroom to take a shower. You don’t take too much time otherwise the last person to take a shower won’t have any hot water left. After stepping out of the shower you dry yourself off and put on the sweats and tank top you got from your room. You have no intention to go anywhere or do anything, comfy clothes are perfect for a day like today.

You clean up after yourself in the bathroom and leave for your room when you’re done.

Ransom’s shoes are still on your bedroom floor from last night when he took them off before sitting on your bed.

You sigh and pick them up, walk across the hall to his room and put them down next to his door somewhere where there’s no chance of him tripping on them.

You decide to take a nap, though you slept like a baby you didn’t get a lot of sleep and you’re exhausted.

Ransom doesn’t know why he lied, it came out before he had time to think. It’s a stupid thing to lie about, he knows that. It’s not like he wants to hide his friendship with you from the guys, why would he? You are all unbelievably close, it’s only normal to want to be a part of it too. What he doesn’t understand is his sudden infatuation with you. He should have walked out of your room the first time he woke up this morning instead of getting more comfortable and going back to sleep. God, what is wrong with him?

He needs to go out, hang out with people that aren’t his roommates. People that aren’t you. As soon as you all settle in the living room to watch a movie, he’s leaving to go somewhere. Anywhere. A bar, most likely.

He takes a shower, styles his hair and gets dressed with his usual slacks and sweater. He finds his shoes outside of his door, thankfully he won’t have to see you to get them, and he puts them on. He checks himself out in the mirror before walking out of his room and toward the front door of the loft.

‘’Are you going out?’’

Ransom stops at Theo’s question and turns around to face him. ‘’Movie nights aren’t my thing.’’

Theo shrugs. ‘’That’s fine. Could you just go get princess before you leave? I need to go make popcorn.’’

Ransom rolls his eyes and shakes his head as he walks back toward his room but stops in front of yours. He knocks a few times, without getting an answer. He quietly opens the door and spots you under the covers right away. He walks over to you and gently squeezes your shoulder until you wake up. He watches as you go from being all curled up to stretching your arms and legs, very cat-like.

He bites back a smile as your eyes flutter open.

‘’What’s wrong?’’ You blink a few times for your eyes to get back into focus.

‘’Nothing’s wrong, kitten. They are waiting for you to start the movie.’’ The nickname just slips out and now he can’t take it back. Really, what is wrong with him?

‘’Oh, ok.’’ You sit up and rub your eyes. ‘’Kitten?’’ You repeat curiously.

‘’You sleep and stretch like a cat.’’ He shrugs.

You chuckle. ‘’Well thank you for coming to get me.’’ You move to the edge of your bed and get up, grabbing the same blanket from last night to cover yourself with during the movie. You notice Ransom’s clothes and perfectly styled hair. ‘’Going out?’’

‘’Yeah.’’ He answers hesitantly.

‘’Have fun.’’ You smile and walk past him to go to the living room.

‘’Princess are you coming?! Bring that sweet ass over here or we start the movie without you.’’ Chase yells from the couch.

‘’Jesus Christ, I’m right here no need to yell.’’ You say as you walk into the room. ‘’And don’t talk about my ass.’’

‘’Enough chit chat, I want to watch the movie.’’ Chase shushes you.

You wrap the blanket around your shoulders and sit next to your annoying best friend.

‘’What are we watching?’’ Ransom walks into the living room, changed into sweats and a t-shirt.

You watch him as he comes and sit down on your other side. ‘’I thought you were going out?’’

‘’Plans fell through.’’ He crosses his arms and lowers himself on the cushions enough to lean his head on the back of the couch.

‘’I’m sorry, that sucks.’’ You say sincerely.

‘’Now that we’re all here, can we start the damn movie?’’ Theo asks, snacking on his popcorn in his spot on the floor.

‘’Sheesh, what crawled up your butt?’’ You can’t help but ask, he usually isn’t one to give so much attitude.

‘’Nothin’.’’ He huffs.

‘’Haaaaa, that’s your problem then.’’ You nudge his side gently with your foot, teasing him.

He sighs and turns to look at you. ‘’If you would just let me-’’

You shake your head and cut him off. ‘’You’re not hooking up with my brother.’’

‘’But he’s so hot.’’ Theo whines.

‘’Not my problem.’’ You roll your eyes.

‘’Do you have a hot sister, by any chance?’’ Ransom asks with a playful smirk.

‘’Sadly no, it’s just me and the big brother.’’

‘’She doesn’t need a hot sister, she’s the hot sister.’’ Chase adds.

‘’Shut up.’’ You roll your eyes. ‘’Can we watch the movie?’’

‘’Yes!’’ Theo passes the popcorn to you because you’re in the middle and presses play.

‘’Here.’’ You say quietly to Chase as you put the popcorn in his lap. ‘’I don’t want to hold it.’’

He chuckles and eats a few while wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side.

Ransom watches you from the corner of his eyes and he feels a smidge of envy, perhaps even jealousy, when you snuggle with Chase. He chews on his bottom lip for a few minutes before reaching over to you and touching your hand that’s closest to him.

You look away from the screen and at Ransom, confused.

‘’I’m cold.’’ He mouths while tugging gently on your blanket to make you understand what he wants.

You look up to see that Chase fell asleep and he certainly won’t be missing you. You carefully move out of his grasp and sit closer to Ransom to share your blanket with him, leaving some space between the two of you.

He uncrosses his arms and props his feet up on the knee-high coffee table in front of him. He snakes an arm around your waist, making you look at him. He gives a quick nod, silently asking for you to move closer. You sit in the same position from last night; with your back against his side, his arm around your stomach and the back of your head resting on his chest. Ransom now feels a lot better.

Chase was the first one to fall asleep, Theo followed right after while you and Ransom fell asleep right before the one-hour mark in the movie.

Reaching around blindly for you in his sleep, Chase wakes up when he feels the spot next to him empty. The first thing he sees is the black screen indicating that the movie is over, then he looks to his right where you were when he fell asleep and he can’t believe the sight in front of him. Both you and Ransom are asleep, he’s holding you close with his head resting on top of yours. Chase doesn’t like it one bit.

Not because he’s jealous. No, you’re his best friend and he loves you, he likes to playfully flirt with you mainly to try and give you a few confidence boosts that you so desperately need. He has never considered having a romantic relationship with you nor will he ever.

He doesn’t like you being all snuggled up with Ransom because he doesn’t trust the man. Not when it comes to you.

Chase coughs loudly a few times, waking the two guys but not you. Theo sits up right away, confused and sadly still very much hungover. Ransom lifts up his head and blinks a few times, looking to his left to find Chase glaring at him.

‘’What the fuck is this?’’ He waves his finger between the two of you.

Shit.

CHAPTER THREE

Thank you all for the love you gave to the first chapter. Hopefully, chapter 2 was up to your expectations! There will be a new chapter every Sunday :)

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my girl (part 4) - rafe cameron

a/n: SURPRISE! I wrote a part 4 ;) i had this idea right after i said i was only doing 3 parts - but this really is the final one! I really hope ya'll enjoy. It's a little shorter than the rest! (not my gif)

Summary: Nope sorry you have to read!

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, kissing, and test anxiety

Word Count: 4.4k

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Your phone buzzing on your nightstand distracts you get again from cramming for your Chemistry final. The exam happens in two days, yet you feel like it might as well be in two hours with the amount of anxiety you have. It's your second year of college, and boy, it hasn't gotten any easier. Thankfully, your roommate is out for the night so you have your entire dorm to yourself to study.

You lean over and check your phone. Another missed call from your fiancee, Rafe. Beside your phone on your nightstand sits your engagement ring. You stare at it for a moment and swallow your feelings, then move back over to your chemistry textbook. Your phone buzzes again - a voicemail from Rafe this time, which you don't bother to listen to.

Chemistry is your focus tonight. Chemistry is what you need to be studying for, what you need to know inside and out. You throw yourself back into it, shutting off your phone when it buzzes yet again. You need absolutely zero distractions.

About twenty minutes into it, you hear a loud knock on the door. You sigh, figuring your roommate forgot her ID or keys again. You pull open the door and sigh, fully shocked when you find Rafe standing at your door. He's out of breath from running inside from the parking lot, and he looks pissed off.

"Oh, good, you're alive," he snaps, pushing his way into your room before you can even invite him.

"What are you doing here?" you ask him, closing the door so none of your nosy neighbors can listen to yet another argument between the two of you.

Things haven't been good. You're sick of him calling and texting you all the time, him begging you to come home, and constantly asking who you're with when you go out. On top of all of that, your classes this semester are harder than they've ever been, but Rafe never respects when you say you need space and time to study.

"Checking to see if my fucking fiancee is breathing!" he shouts, throwing his hands up in the air, "I mean, shit, Y/N, I called you, like, twenty times."

You glance over to the nightstand at your phone, realizing your ring was over there, too. You know he won't like that.

"I shut my phone off. I really need to study, Rafe," you tell him, but he's not listening.

Instead, he collapses onto your bed and puts his head in his hands, sitting directly on your Chem textbook and notes.

"Oh, my God, what the hell? Get up," you snap at him, walking over and pushing him off so he doesn't ruin your notes or textbook pages.

"It's fucking fine," he replies as he stands, barely glancing at your papers.

"No, it's not. I need this shit to pass my exam-" you hold the wrinkled papers up.

"They're literally fine, Y/N," his voice raises, "Stop being so dramatic."

You take a deep breath before you speak again, knowing whatever comes out will not be very nice. You've really been trying to be patient with him, but it's getting harder and harder.

"I'm not being dramatic, Rafe," you say calmly, "I just really need to study and I need peace and quiet."

He sighs and rubs the back of his neck as he debates what to say next. Neither of you want to start a fight, but you both have a lot of shit to say. His eye catches the shiny object on the nightstand and he looks over, figuring out it's your engagement ring.

"What the fuck?" he gasps, picking it up and holding it out to you, "Since when do you take this off?"

You put your hands on your forehead and sigh, realizing this is going to take up a lot of time that you don't have. And the fact that Rafe drove eight hours on a whim because you didn't pick up his calls all day has made you crazy.

"I cannot do this with you right now," you tell him, stepping toward your Chemistry stuff.

You'll just have to go to the library and study if he's going to be here. There's no way you can get any of your shit done with him bitching about your ring.

"Oh, my bad, when can you do it, then?" he rolls his eyes, "Huh? Can you give me, like, a window of time where you're actually available to talk?"

"Rafe-" you start, but he holds his hand up.

"No, because, I mean, I don't hear from you all day, and I'm fucking worried about you, so I make the long ass drive to come check on my soon-to-be wife, and now I'm the bad guy? Yeah, no, I get it now!" he exclaims.

"Jesus, okay, I have to go," you say, grabbing your backpack from the floor and sliding some slippers on.

"Right, to study," he grumbles.

"Yeah, to study," you snap back, "Just because you didn't go to school doesn't mean you can't at least try to understand!"

You rarely raise your voice at him, so Rafe knows you're mad. He stares at you for a second, deciding if he should acknowledge your comment about him not attending school.

"It's not about whether or not I understand, it's about time management," he lectures, making you roll your eyes, "Don't roll your fucking eyes at me."

"Don't show up at my dorm unannounced!" you yell back.

"I wouldn't have been unannounced if you would answer your goddamn phone!"

You take a deep breath and exhale loudly, then step closer to the door. Rafe walks over to you and grabs your arm, spinning you around. You stare up at him like he's crazy, he's never laid a hand on you like that before.

"Put your ring back on," he demands, holding it out in his hand.

"What the fuck is your problem, Rafe? You think I'm gonna get hit on walking to the damn library? Get a grip," you mutter, trying to yank your arm from his grasp but failing.

"I'm not playing," he tells you, holding the ring up in his other hand.

"Neither am I," you snap, "Let go of me."

He stares at you for another few seconds and then releases you, groaning loudly when he does. He steps away from you and runs his hand through his hair, then sets your ring back down on the nightstand.

"What's going on with us?" he grumbles, sitting down on your bed again.

You start to feel bad as you look at him, so you step closer and set your books down on you desk. You open your mouth to speak, to apologize and return your ring to your finger, when he speaks out again.

"Why didn't you answer the fucking phone when I called?"

You close your mouth quickly, swallowing the words you were about to say. You stare at him for a moment, then you decide that it's just best to tell him the absolute, stone cold truth.

"Because I have shit going on, Rafe. I have a Chem final in two days and I'm not at all prepared, I have other finals and an entire paper due by the end of the week, and I have you up my ass about everything in between and it's just a little overwhelming right now."

He brings his head out of his hands and looks up at you. His expression changes from hurt to angry in about one second, so you brace yourself.

"So what do you want me to do to help you, then?" he asks, his voice agitated. You can tell he's trying to be patient, but he really wants to yell.

"I just need you to give me some space right now," you state.

He nods his head, moving his eyes away from yours and down to the floor.

"Space," he repeats, "You want space."

You nod your head slowly, afraid now to speak. You can't tell what his reaction is about to be, but obviously it isn't going to be a good one.

"So, you ignore my phone calls," he holds up one finger, "You take off your engagement ring," another finger, "And now you want space. Do you think I'm a fucking moron?"

He stands up off the bed, now towering over you. Your hands come up to your face, rubbing your eyes to try and relieve some form of stress.

"God, Rafe, you're making this out to be something it's not-"

"Am I?" he shouts, "Do you want to marry me or not? I mean, I really think that's what this boils down to. Am I what you want, or not?"

His yelling combined with your stress and confusion makes you yell back at him.

"I don't know!"

He steps back, almost like you've hurt him, and stares at you with a look you've never seen before. It's anger, betrayal, confusion, and sadness all rolled into one, heartbroken expression. It makes your stomach turn thinking about the fact that you're hurting him.

"Well, there it is," he says, his voice cracking, "I'll just get out of your way, then."

He leans down and grabs the ring from your nightstand, wrapping his large hand around it and then stepping toward the door.

"Rafe, wait," you say, "Where are you going to go? You can't drive home in the dark."

He doesn't turn around, he can't look at you. Not when you're not sure what you want.

"I'll sleep in the truck," he says, his voice weak and quiet.

"No," you protest, "Rafe, I'm sorry."

He stands there for a few seconds, then turns, and you see the tears in his eyes. One has fallen, and rests on the bottom of his cheek. He wipes it away, but not quick enough.

"Why are you sorry? I'm not what you want anymore," he laughs, but nothing is funny.

Another tear falls and you step forward quickly, reaching up to wipe it away. He closes his eyes under your touch, always loving feeling your skin on his.

"I didn't say that," you say gently, tears welling in your eyes from seeing him like this.

"Just..." he trails off, finally opening his red eyes, "Go ace your Chem final. I'll see you at home in a few days."

He reaches up and grabs your hand, removing it from his cheek. He lays a quick kiss on your knuckles, then closes his eyes again when he lets go of you. Not sure if it's his last time feeling you.

He turns to leave, opening the door up before he turns back to you.

"I love you. I always will."

He doesn't wait for your response, he just closes the door behind him. You turn and look at the nightstand where your ring once sat, wishing to God that it was still there. You want to tun after him, but you know you can't. You two just need some cooling off time, you tell yourself. You'll come back again atfer finals when you get home for Christmas break. He'll hold onto your ring for you, you convince yourself of that.

You can't focus. The next day, you spend all your time in the library, staring at a page in your Chem textbook, and all you can focus on is your empty finger. No pretty ring that reflects every ounce of Rafe's love for you. You check your phone, but all you see is an empty screen. Your wallpaper is a cheesy picture of Rafe holding a wine glass. You took it on your anniversary last year and love everything about it, especially his cheesy grin.

Tears start to form in your eyes, so you do what you have to do. You call him. It rings and rings and rings, then you hear his familiar, raspy voice on his voicemail.

Yo, it's Rafe. Leave a message and I might hit you back.

You close your eyes, those two sentences being the most you've heard from him in almost twenty-four hours.

"Hey," you start your message, "Look, I'm sorry about last night. I really want to talk. Please call me back. Love you, bye."

You sigh and hang up the phone, then look down to your book again. You try and try to focus, but you can't. It just is impossible with everything spinning around your brain. You can still see the look on his face when you said you weren't sure, you can still hear him say 'I love you' right before he left.

And it's all you want to hear again.

You slam your book shut and grab your stuff, then make your way out of the library. Once you get outside, you call Rafe again. You hear the same ringing and the same message from his voicemail, so you leave another.

"Baby, please call me. I'm worried about you. I just want us to talk. Please call. I love you."

You hang up and walk back to your dorm, checking every five seconds to see if he's called you back. You really just want to hear his voice, to apologize, and to be able to focus on Chemistry again. Knowing that Rafe is out there hurting is just too distracting.

You call hm again after you get back to your dorm, giving him about thirty minutes to call back before you try him again. When he doesn't answer, you leave another message.

"Hey," you say, your voice sounding more desperate, "I'm going to call Dad and have him come get me. I'm skipping out on my Chem final. I just want to come home and work things out with you. Call me, please. Love you."

And you mean every word. You sit down on your bed and you remember how Rafe had helped you move in on your first day of freshman year. You remember how he made love to you and how he proposed to you in the parking lot before he left. And you remember all the times he came to visit and you two laid in bed and planned out your whole wedding reception together, laughing and joking about who to invite and who to sit together.

As you sit there and remember it all, remember the kisses and the laughs and the feelings you have when you're with him, you've never been more sure in your life. It's Rafe. It will always be Rafe.

You hear a knock on your dorm room door and hop out of bed, rushing over to it. It's him, you hope. Coming to rescue you, coming to hold you, coming to give you your ring back. You pull open the door with a big smile, only to find your roommate, Alex, standing on the other side.

"Hey," she says, looking confused at why you opened the door like that, "Sorry. I forgot my keys."

You drop your shoulders and nod, moving her out of the way. She leaves the door open as she moves over to her side of the room to search for them. You sit back down on your bed, checking your phone once again. He has to call back eventually.

"You're not ditching your Chemistry final."

You look up and see him, standing in the doorway, staring at you. His eyes are tired, his hair is a mess, and he looks like he's hung over. You don't even want to know where the hell he's been for the past day.

"Rafe," you breathe, hopping up from your bed.

You want to throw your arms around him, hug him, and have you hold him. He stops you when you get close to him, holding out his hand to keep distance between the two of you, which practically breaks your heart in two.

"You're not coming home until you take that test," he repeats, "You've been studying for it and if you don't take it, you fail. So, you're staying. I called your dad."

You frown. This is not how you imagined it. He seems colder somehow.

"Okay," you say, "Fine. But I want us to talk."

Rafe shakes his head, leaning against the doorframe. Alex walks up behind you, whispering she will be back later, and leaves with a quick smile to Rafe.

"I'm giving you your space so you can focus. We'll work on us when you're done with the semester."

He sounds firm, but you know you can win this one. You step forward, so close that he can almost feel your skin on his. Your scent fills the air, and you watch as he swallows his feelings.

"Rafe," you say, your voice soft, "I can't focus on anything knowing that I hurt you. I need to talk about us and figure things out. Please."

"Baby," he sighs, and you know you've won just by the return of your nickname. It's your favorite, which is why he calls you it so often.

"Please," you say, taking his hand. Your fingers wrap through his, pulling him inside.

He groans but enters anyway, both of you knowing that he would do anything for you. The door closes behind him, which you're thankful for. You sit him down on your bed and instantly crawl onto his lap, not caring if that's what he wants or not. That's what you need. Your head buries into his chest and your arms wrap around his neck.

"Baby," he says again, this time with more authority.

You bring your lips up to his neck to soften him up, listening to the small moans that come out of his mouth as you work.

"Rafe," you say against his skin, "I'm so sorry for what I said yesterday."

He hums, so you give him a few more kisses on his neck before you pull back to look at him. He stares at you with soft eyes, and you know you've already won him over. But you still need to say what you need to say.

"Truly, baby. I was wrong. I was angry. You are all I want in this world and I couldn't handle any of this without you. I was acting extremely ungrateful and I'm really, really sorry," you continue, watching him smile sadly at you.

"Well," he smirks, moving his hands from your back down to your butt, "I've always known you're a brat, so."

"Hey," you pretend to pout, but really, you just want a kiss. He gives you a slow, gentle one, one that makes you want to melt into him.

"You are the love of my life," he says, "You could never say anything to make me walk. And I'm sorry for being such a dick yesterday and for not respecting your school. I'm gonna get better. This shit is just hard for me, having you all the way here. I just miss you when I'm home."

You nod, reaching up and brushing his hair away from his eyes with your fingers. Even when he hasn't showered, is in the same clothes as yesterday, hasn't styled his hair or even slept well, he still is the most handsome to you.

"I understand. I'm sorry for being so hard on you," you say, kissing him on the cheek.

He smiles against your lips, bringing his hands up to your face to move you down to his lips.

"Are we okay?" he asks you in between kisses.

You hum against his lips, and he takes that as a yes, so he flips you over and lays down on top of you, kissing you like his life depends on it. He quickly moves down to your neck, his hands going underneath your shirt.

"Oh, my God, I missed you, baby," he tells you as you feel him leaving a hickey on your neck.

"Always marking me up," you laugh at him, feeling him smirk against you, "I missed you, too."

"It killed me not calling you back," he continues against your neck, "But I wanted to do right by you, you know?"

You gasp when he bites you slightly, then laugh when you feel his big grin on your neck.

"That's why I love you the way I do," you say sweetly.

He sits up and looks down at you, smirking widely, "Can you love me like you do right now and then get back to your studying?"

You bite your lip and nod, pulling him back down on top of you.

A little while later, you and Rafe lay naked in your bed, just breathing in the other. Rafe is drawing hearts into the skin on your stomach, leaving little kisses every so often on any inch of skin he could reach with his mouth.

"You need to get back to studying," he says, but doesn't stop with his kisses.

"Can I have my ring back first?"

He looks up at you with wide eyes, wondering if you really mean it. He didn't want to bring up the ring, just in case you had changed your mind about the engagement.

"You sure?" he asks quietly.

You grab his chin and pull him up to you, stroking his hair as you give him a couple quick kisses.

"I've never been more sure of anything," you tell him.

He nods and kisses you again, then hops off the bed and pulls the ring out of the zipped up pocket of his shorts. He grins at you and then jumps back in bed, of course landing on you when he does.

"This is a twin bed, you ogre. You can't be jumping and shit, there's not enough room for you!" you say as you try to free your left side from underneath him.

He moves and lets you get situated, then holds out the ring. You hold up your left hand for him ti put it on you once again.

"Will you marry me?" he asks, and you would've laughed at him if his voice wasn't so gentle and nervous.

"Of course I will, Rafe Cameron," you tell him, smiling.

He slides your ring back on your finger and you somehow feel more complete, more whole, knowing it's there.

"It's never coming off again," you tell him, meaning it.

He kisses you softly, "No, it's not."

Rafe takes a shower and then hangs out on your bed on his phone later on to keep himself occupied while you study for Chem at your desk. You ask him to quiz you and he does, even though he knows nothing about Chemistry.

It gets late, so you tell him you'll study the rest tomorrow and hope to be prepared the following day for the exam. You put your book and notes on your desk, then slide into bed with Rafe, who you made stay with you tonight. Although it didn't take much convincing.

"I can't believe your dad is just letting you take all this time off," you mumble against his chest.

"Hmm," Rafe hums, so you know you're wrong, "I've kinda been dodging his calls."

"He'll be mad," you tell him, and he nods.

"I don't care, though. I got what I came here for."

You spend all day the next day studying in the library for Chem and writing your paper, while Rafe packs your things for you. He figures it's one less thing for you to worry about, and then you can just come with him after you finish your exam. He had told you he wanted to be the one to bring you, his soon-to-be wife, home.

Rafe waits for you outside your building on exam day. One by one, students file out of the building, and he gets even more anxious every time you aren't one of them. Eventually, he stops pacing and sits down on a bench, praying that you do well.

He sees you emerge from the building with only ten minutes to spare, and jumps up to greet you.

"So?" he asks, his voice hopeful.

"I won't know for a few days," you tell him, "But I'm confident. I felt like I had most of it under control."

He smiles, taking your hand in his and kissing it, "I'm so proud of you, baby."

You smile and thank him, then put your head on his chest in hopes that he'll wrap his arms around you. With the amount of stress you've been under the past few days, all you want is just for him to hold you right now.

"I'm so proud of you," he repeats, swallowing you up in his arms.

You breathe in his scent and relax, knowing that even if you fail every class you ever take for the rest of your life, you will always have a place in the arms of this boy.

After a few minutes, you move to look up at him by resting your chin on his sternum, staring up at him. He smiles down at you, running a hand through your hair as an attempt to calm you down.

"Take me home, Rafe," you tell him quietly, and he nods.

He reaches down and takes your hand, leading you away from the building. You two go back and grab the remaining items you need to bring home, the rest Rafe already packed in the truck, and then go out to the parking lot to head home.

You feel relieved, ready to spend some quality time with Rafe and really make sure to work on things so that nothing ever gets bad between the two of you again.

He puts you into the truck and closes your door, then hops into the driver's side. He reaches over and takes your hand, staring at the ring on your finger and smiling softly.

"Let's just elope and get it over with," he looks up at you, already laughing because he knows you'll never agree.

"Yeah, I'm glad our wedding is something you just wanna get over with," you roll your eyes, but can't help your smile.

"You know what I mean," Rafe groans, "We don't need all the bullshit and the drama. I just need you. And a minister."

You laugh at him and nod, understanding what he means. He looks down at your hand in his, at the diamond on your finger, and so do you. You honestly can't remember why you took it off, you just know you never will again.

"A small wedding it is," you whisper.

He leans over and gives you a kiss. Then another. Then another. He pulls away and starts the truck, then looks back over a you.

"Baby, I'll do whatever you want."

That sentence combined with the cheesy smile he gives you afterward is what convinces you that, no matter what, Rafe will always be yours, and you will always be his.

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romanoffsbish · 3 years ago

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Everything Has Changed

AU, MobWives! Wandanat x Reader, MobWives! KateYelena x Reader (Platonic), SecretRivalMob! Carol x Reader (if you squint)

CoffeeShopOwner!Reader / Trust FundBaby!Reader

TW: Smutty vibes, cursing, slightly toxic Wanda/Nat

Masterlist | Chapter 2

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Y/N's POV

I’m lying between my two favorite people, it doesn't feel like it's supposed to—like it used to.

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"Y/N/N, you get the snacks! I'll get the blankets, and Nat can make the drinks." Wanda cheerfully barks out the demands for tonight's movie marathon.

"Aye, aye captain!" I salute her, as I converge on my cabinets for all of our snacks.

After about five minutes, we all gather in my guest bedroom, and begin the preparations for girls night. We had been so busy recently that we hadn't had a chance to hang out, and it was finally a chance for us to unwind together.

"Where's Yelena and Kate? Remind me again why they couldn't be here?!" I question the couple before me.

"What? Are we not enough for you anymore?" Nat questions me back in faux hurt.

"Natty, you know I love you guys, but Lena has my heart. She always makes sure to cuddle me." I reply with a playful pout.

"Come here then." Wanda beams with her arms opened wide for me, and I jump at the opportunity.

Nat chuckles at our interaction, and moves closer to her wife, spooning her, and throwing her arm over the both of us.

"How about now, hmm?" Nat questions.

"Still Yelena, she's my partner in trouble." I giggle out, but nuzzle further into Wanda's grasp.

"Yeah, I know. Kate and I are always tasked with getting the two of you out of said trouble." Nat whines.

"Yeah, yeah. Then Wanda's there to slip us ice creams after you guys scold us. For scary mob bosses you guys really are just hidden softies." I mumble out, finding myself exhausted after my work week, and being lulled to sleep by Wanda's warm embrace and calming scent.

"We might seem like softies, and with you that might even be true, but we could still erase you from existence with the snap of our fingers." Nat is quick to jokingly threat.

I hum in response as I give up on the fight with my exhaustion, the last thing I feel is Wanda placing a gentle kiss to my hairline.

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I woke up, physically, and emotionally exhausted. Realizing that I was in for quite the scolding for falling asleep here last night. Imagine that, I'm in trouble for sleeping in my own guest room. What would've been something the three of us did together easily a year ago, is now grounds for 'punishment.' Everything changed on that fateful night nine months ago, when everything I could dream of came to fruition, but apparently not without consequences.

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I was cleaning up my coffee shop as I heard the bells ding, alerting me to a customer.

"Sorry, we're closed as of five minutes ago, all I have to offer is some pastries." I remark while sweeping, not even sparing the customers a glance, or acknowledging the break in since I had already locked said door.

"Well, what if all we want is you?" I hear the redhead husk out, in a jokingly flirty manner.

"Well, then I'd say give me five minutes, and I'm all yours." I jokingly flirt back

"Careful detka, don't make promises you don't intend to keep." I hear the brunette pipe up.

I laugh out in response, not realizing the seriousness in both of their words, until I look up to meet their predatory stares.

We made our way back to my place, and the car ride there was silent. There was a shift in the normal energy between us, and I felt as if they might've had a bad work day today.

As soon as we entered my loft apartment I made my way to the kitchen, and immediately began to make everyone's desired cocktail of choice.

I made Nat an old fashioned, Wanda her go to—a cosmo, and for me I mixed up a y/f/d.

"Ladies." I greet the women, who've made themselves comfortable on my couch, passing them their drinks.

They hum gratefully in response as they sip on their drinks.

"So, to what do I owe this impromptu visit? Not that I don't appreciate seeing you guys, it's just not often I see you two on a Wednesday evening."

"Well, we're kind of in a bit of a situation love." Wanda begins.

"Oh. Um. Am I in danger? I can call Clive." I joke, but neither women seemed amused.

"No, we'd never risk your life ever!" Nat angrily asserts.

"I know, I was joking. What's wrong?"

"Well, as you know we sold our house, and as we were closing on the new one the deal went south. So, we're kind of in need of a place to stay for a few weeks." Wanda lets out.

I couldn't help but laugh at the problem, they're big bad mob bosses, I thought they upset the wrong person and needed to hide.

I had never considered they'd be struggling with housing seeing as how they're equally as loaded as I am—trustfund, baby!

"That's it?! You guys had me worried. You practically live here every weekend anyways, so you'll just continue to reside here during the week too. Sounds perfect to me. More time with my favorite girls is always welcome." I reply with a reassuring smile on my face.

Both of them stare at me with shocked eyes, and I become slightly uncomfortable.

"Did you get that on recording?" Nat whispers to Wanda

"No, but I have it stored up here." She whispers back and points to her heart.

They both smirk at me over their drinks, and I realize what I said.

"No! Don't you dare say a word to her." I gasp, now realizing my mistake

"Oh detka, this is the best moment of our lives. Not only are we now roommates with a gorgeous creature such as yourself, but we have the confirmation that we're officially your favorite." Nat laughs out.

"Yelena's gonna kill me." I whimper.

"Shh, we'll protect you." Wanda giggles out, and brings me into her embrace.

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Them moving in was simple, they put their belongings in storage, bringing only their daily needs with them. I was thrilled to have them, but I soon learned that opening my door to them granted them access to so much more.

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"Y/N/N... Come here please?!" Wanda calls out to me from the guest room.

"Coming.." I reply, unaware of how true that statement was about to be.

As I walked into the room, I immediately became aware of what had recently taken place in here. Clothes were scattered across the floor, the bedsheets were a crumpled mess, and I suddenly felt very small.

"Wands?" I croak out in confusion, mistakenly trusting my voice too much.

As Wanda walks out of the connected restroom she's in just a robe, and it's not even on properly. Her collarbone is exposed to me, and I can see the multitude of bruises forming. I was so focused on the woman in front of me, I didn't hear the one behind me shutting and locking the door. Then I felt her wrap a gentle arm around my waist, and felt her hot breath on the back of my neck.

"Liking what you see, darling?" Natasha husks into my ear from behind, causing my body to shiver in response.

"Mhm." I hum in response, not able to articulate a response in fear of a trembling voice.

"Use your words, kotenok." Nat husks, while traveling her arm up to wrap around my throat from behind.

"Gu-uys, what's happening?" I finally stutter out, in complete shock at the change in energy between us three.

"Oh, detka, did you think we'd just forget?" Nat whispers into my ear, placing open mouthed kisses to the back of my neck, while keeping her hand firmly around my throat.

"Forget what?" I choke out.

"That you're all ours." Wanda says as she slowly makes her way across the room towards us.

"Just say the word, and we'll stop now." Nat whispers against my neck.

"No... don't stop." I whimper in response, unable to hide how badly I want this.

With my words, Natasha moves around me swiftly, keeping her grip on my throat, and pushes me into the door behind me, crashing her lips into mine with an incessant need.

Wanda makes quick work of my house shorts as she drops to the ground below us. She slowly trails her fingers through my folds, collecting my arousal, causing me to gasp at the sensation.

Natasha uses that to her advantage, and slips her tongue passed my lips, and begins exploring my mouth. There was no fight for dominance, I was absolute putty in their hands.

Wanda makes an animalistic sound beneath as she placed her fingers into her mouth to get a taste.

"You taste so good kotenok... Lyubov, you gotta try." She growls out, as she stands up, pulling Natasha's face towards hers and linking their lips in a bruising kiss.

I'm stood there panting, in a blissful haze, feeling nothing but content.

"Shit..." Nat growls out as Wanda and her break their kiss.

"We're going to have so much fun with you tonight..." She continues, gripping my throat that much tighter, and abruptly throwing me to the bed.

I quickly found myself flat on my back, with Wanda between my thighs, and my face happily pinned beneath Natasha's dripping heat...

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...I couldn't count the times that I ended up climaxing that night, I just remembered it was an alarming amount at my inability to walk the next morning. Which was something I found out while trying to leave as I was being scolded by Nat for overstaying my welcome. That following night they came home from work, and went about like nothing had occurred, leaving me to think it was a once off.

I do my best to wiggle out from in between them, my efforts proving futile as Wanda's grip on me is tight. It's Saturday, so they are off, as they alternate working weekends with Kate and Yelena.

I am usually off on the weekends too, but my staff have all come to face unforeseen issues in their personal life's requiring time off. So, right now I'm the only one available to run the shop during the day, and I'm in dire need of getting up as it's already 7AM. The shop opens at 10AM on Saturday's, and I am in need of a shower to clean last nights events off of me.

As I finally maneuver my way out of Wanda's grasp, I roll slightly to be met with the already awake Natasha. She seems amused at first, but immediately her face forms into a scowl. I sit myself up, and awkwardly get out of their—my—bed making my way to grab my clothes. No matter how many nights I've spent with them, I'm always uncomfortable if I mistakenly see them the morning after. I rush to put my clothes on, and before I could leave Natasha clears her throat. This being my sign to turn and give her my attention.

"What have we discussed about you staying over? This has become such a reoccurring instance, that I'm starting to think you are getting the wro—."

"Yeah, yeah. I need to stop finding my way into your bed, got it." I interrupt her, genuinely meaning the statement this time.

I'm completely over this newfound dynamic between us. I leave the room in a hurry, but not without missing the look of offense on her face. I'm not a fucking child, and I'm not a pet. This is also my fucking apartment, and I'm fed up with this treatment. I'm—well I used to be—their friend, it seems like that's no longer the case.

We used to watch movies together, and eat take out every weekend. Now I find myself returning home to the woman watching TV in my living room, having eaten a home cooked meal for two. Never finding anything left in the pot for me, I'm apparently not even worth their scraps.

The only greeting I seem to get from them anymore is if we're out of milk, as apparently keeping them hydrated is somehow my problem. I'm lactose intolerant, milk's never been on my list.

I'm also greeted quite frequently in the kitchen on a bad day. I usually find myself bent over a counter, and fucked out within the span on minutes, completely forgetting my previous hunger most times. If not in the kitchen, then sometimes I'll find them snatching me as soon as I walk through the door. It was fun at first, but now it all just hurts.

Sure I'm at fault here too, I stupidly broke rule number one, and that was falling in love.

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papergirllife · 4 years ago

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Lee Jeno

'You ease Jeno's frustrations during a late night recording session."

Warnings : unprotected sex, cockwarming, generally quite fluffy.

Word count : 1.8k

You were in your pajamas at 1 a.m. in the morning, still in the company because your boyfriend is trying to record the best version of his verse in the recording booth a few feet away, his black denim jacket draped across your chest to shield you from the cold.

You were going through your own lyrics, making a few changes here and there to make sure the flow of the song suits you, working in a low volume to avoid disturbing Jeno, who was already getting antsy from this certain verse.

When you were done, you placed the pencil on the desk and got up from your seat, walking to the booth where Jeno had his handsome face in a frown.

“You okay, Jeno? Aren’t you cold in here?” you asked as you took his jacket off of you, draping it back onto his broad shoulders.

“I'm feeling fine, you should use it,” Jeno said shortly before he takes it off, putting it onto you again.

“But you're just in a tank, and you have to perform on stages very soon, you can't catch a cold,” you argued before trying to take it off once more, only to be stopped by Jeno’s hands.

“I'm fine, you're the one who's sensitive to the cold, I don't want you to get sick because of me, I didn't ask for you to be here with me, and still you showered and came back here to be with me, I'm sorry for eating up our time, I know I promised to have a night in with you,” Jeno said with a sad tinge to his usually cheerful eyes before reaching out for you, embracing you into his warmth.

“I know how important this comeback is for you, I wanted to stay here with you because I'm stubborn and that's on me, not you,” you said before turning your body to tuck yourself closer into Jeno, giving his bicep a quick peck before burying your head into his neck, the familiar scent of cologne filling your lungs.

Jeno let's out a chuckle at this odd but familiar action, you started doing this since the day Jeno had started working out on his arms more, every little thing he does you’d always be proud of it, which is why you're so different from everyone else, Jeno feels safe with you, the fact that the both of you absolutely adore each other irks his members out, but he doesn’t care, not when he only has eyes for you.

“I love you,” Jeno said without hesitation, it's always been like this for the two of you, saying these three words whenever you felt like it, communication between the two of you has always been good, though it hasn't always been like this.

There was a time at the beginning of the relationship where Jeno only knew how to show his love through actions, fearing that it may seem too pushy if he constantly speaks up about his emotions, being a guy and all, but your reassurance of loving to hear everything he has to say, as well as those doe eyes of yours that always have a hundred percent focus on him, had given him a sense of comfort, and so he now speaks whatever that comes to mind when he's with you, most often 'I love yous', it could be in the morning when you wake up, or moments like this where there are uncertainties in his head, you’re his rock.

“I love you too, Jeno,” you said it back before pulling away slightly to kiss him, pulling him closer again by looping your hands around his nape, playing with the strands of hair there as you bit on his bottom lip gently before feeling a sudden grip on your hip, a gasp falling from your lips just to give Jeno the opportunity to dominate the kiss, getting you right where he wanted you to be, under his control.

Jeno tasted like the chocolate mint balls he was having just now, a mixture of sweet chocolate and invigorating mint clouding your senses, the taste so addictive that you licked at his tongue just to taste more, but soon Jeno pulled away, noticing that you were running out of breath, your forehead lolled against his, a sign that he was all too familiar with.

“Slow down, baby, what's got you so worked up?” Jeno asked as he peppers kisses down your neck sloppily, he knows he can't mark you without your manager lecturing you, so he'll just have to manoeuvre himself to the valley of your breasts, popping open the buttons of your pajamas to reveal that you've worn a set that had no padding, the tips of your nipples would've been obvious it weren't for how loose your shirt was.

“Remember the last time we fucked in here? You had a writer’s block for stronger and 119, I want to be your muse again, Jen,” you reminded him as you trailed your hand at the hem of his tank, palming his abs that you go crazy over, you must be the luckiest girl ever, to find a guy who’s as hot as he’s talented in his career, not to mention the sinful things he does with those dancer hips.

Jeno chuckled at that fond memory, recalling Jaemin’s horrid expression when he found the two of you in such a state.

“You do know that this is ANL right?” gesturing at the lyrics on the stand.

“Which is a highly suggestive yet quite a fluffy song, we have to set the mood in order for you to actually gain some inspiration, no?” you said before you pulled off his shirt, throwing it somewhere behind you.

“Greedy aren't you?” Jeno said as he tips your chin higher to get a good look at you in the dim lights, admiring your swollen lips and the lust in your eyes, all because of him.

“Well, you can't pen my name down for these songs, the least you can do is give me a good fuck to remember it by,” you said with those seductive eyes of yours looking into his hooded ones before reaching down his pants, a jolt from his cock at your freezing hands.

“Whatever my baby wants, whatever she gets am I right?” Jeno said before manoeuvring you to your back facing his, letting your ass feel his hard on.

You placed your hands on the stool that Jeno previously sat in, arching your back for him to easily access the situation.

Jeno pulls your sweats and panties down hanging them onto the stand, you purse your lips at the sight, hoping that none of your arousal gets onto the surface, but before you could make up your mind whether to tell Jeno to place your clothing somewhere else, Jeno had spread your folds with two fingers, a hand coming up to swipe at your slit teasingly before pinching your clit lightly in between his thumb and index finger, combing a moan out of you, legs jolting at the sudden pleasure, you were always sensitive there.

“Fuck, baby, I barely touched you and you’re dripping wet, didn't know you were this worked up,” Jeno said by your ear, his voice a few octaves lower.

Jeno enters two fingers in one go, making you buckle your knees at the sudden intrusion, not expecting it so soon, the feeling of his rough finger pads reaching deep into you, searching for that one spot, and when he found it, it felt like the first taste of heaven, a whimper falling from your lips as you held onto the stool harder, preparing for what's to come.

Jeno thrusted his fingers in a moderate pace before sliding in a third, making a scissoring motion to open you up for his large cock.

When he deemed that you were wet enough, Jeno shoved his pants and boxers down to his knees, impatient for the warmth in between your legs.

Jeno positioned himself at your entrance, pushing in an inch before slamming himself into you.

“Fuck, Jeno!” you could feel how full you were now, and how he fits perfectly inside you, his tip dangerously close to your sweet spot, you just need him to move.

“Jeno, you can move now, please,” you begged, breathless as your mind is still registering the feeling of this euphoria.

Jeno clenches his jaw in concentration before pulling out of your sweet pussy slightly, before thrusting back in, starting a quick and shallow pace, the way your warm walls were clenching onto him was making him lightheaded from the immense pleasure, but he knows he has to get his shit together if he wants to actually finish up recording tonight.

Jeno grips onto your hips as he builds up his pace, pistoning his dick inside of you hard and fast as he hears your screams of pleasure, the sound echoing in this small booth, encouraging him to go faster as he gets addicted to this sweet melody.

You held onto the stool for your dear life as you felt the knot in your abdomen slowly unwinding, a sign that you’re nearing your edge.

“I'm gonna cum, Jen, cum with me, please,” you said before purposely clenching onto his dick.

“Fuck, baby, I’m not gonna last any longer if you keep doing that,” Jeno said in one breath, before focusing back onto chasing both your highs, a hand moving to your breasts to pinch your nipples with the perfect amount of pain, he knows how much of a pain slut you are for him, and that was exactly what pushed you over the edge.

You felt your body convulsing as you orgasmed, the knot snapping free as the screams of Jeno’s name tumble from your lips as you let Jeno continue.

Jeno came only a few sloppy thrusts, after you, biting onto your shoulder as he came, giving a few hard thrusts to ride out both your highs, and just so he could bury his cum inside you, letting both your juices mix.

When both of you were done, Jeno moved your limp body expertly on top of his as he took a seat onto the stool, him still inside of you, your head tucked by his left shoulder, picking up where he had left off just now.

“You're right baby, you really are my muse,” Jeno said before humming a tune, then correcting some errors on the sheet.

“Well, good to know I was helpful, now if you'll excuse me, I need to clean up,” you said before trying to get up.

Jeno's left hand grips onto your hips, restricting you from leaving.

“Stay for a bit, I'm finishing up soon, then I'll clean you up, I'm sure you’re too tired to walk now, get some rest,” Jeno said as he pats your head gently, something he does that oddly lulls you to sleep.

“Okay, just don't overwork yourself,” you said before drifting off to sleep on your boyfriend’s shoulder, your very own human pillow.

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