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"Don't act so innocent.."
Summary: As things get a little heated, you get the courage to ask for something new you want to try. Requested by @samanthamark5
Pairings: lsu!joe x shygf!reader
Warnings: oral (male receiving), praise, descriptions of sex, MDNI
Note: Hi! Here's the first request based off of this prompt list. It's very loosely LSU Joe if you squint, really just the fact that they're in college. I hope you all enjoy it! Requests for it are still open!
Word Count: 1.7k (this was meant to be a blurb, I might've gotten carried away..whoops)
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Joe always had this presence about him, with him being the star quarterback of the football team for LSU. Everyone’s eyes were always drawn to him when he entered the room, in class or otherwise. That was especially not different when the two of you started dating. The spotlight was never really your thing, opting more for small groups of friends or staying in with your books. Being with Joe has started to push you out of your comfort zone, but that didn’t mean it was going to happen overnight. A prime example was the party that was happening tonight, which you were pleading to stay home from.
“C’mon baby, I wanna have my girl there with me” Joe pleaded.
“You know parties aren’t really my thing Joey, can’t I just wait here till you get back?” you pleaded back, just as whiney as he was being.
He didn’t give you an answer, just stared at you with a look that said ‘does it look like I want that as an option?’ Joe pushed off the door frame to his room and walked over to where you were sitting on his bed, your current read opened in front of you. He climbed onto it, crawling up to you until you were underneath him, tossing the book to the side in the process.
“Joe! I was in the middle of that, I didn’t even get to mark my page” you exclaimed, feeling overwhelmed with all of the attention he was giving you.
You and Joe had been dating for a few months, but he had significantly more experience than you. Only having one real boyfriend before him, he wasn’t the most giving in the head department, nor did he ever really want anything from you. That relationship didn’t last long before he broke things off with you, proceeding to get with some cheerleader shortly after.
Joe has been tender with you, taking things at your pace and knowing when to test your limitations within reason. He knew your body better than you did, knowing how to get any type of reaction from you that he desired. He was extremely giving in bed, always making sure you were the first to finish. One thing you had yet to try together was you taking control for a change: giving Joe a blow job.
With his arms caging you in on either side of your head, his body weight pressing you down into the mattress, you felt stuck in the best way possible. Joe always knew how to get a reaction from your body. Your breath hitched in your throat at the feeling of his erection through his jeans, causing your cheeks to flush and your mind race.
“Can you feel what you do to me, at least let me make you feel good before I leave. That way I can leave with the taste of you on my tongue” Joe said, his lips trailing kisses along your jawline, making his way to your lips.
It felt like now was as good of a time as any, trying to block out any of the anxious thoughts about what his reaction could be to your request. You tentatively reached your hand between your bodies, palming his hard on which earned you a deep groan from above.
“I wanna try something tonight instead” you said, your voice slightly wavering as you looked into his eyes peering into yours above you. The blue of his eyes was something you had grown to find a sense of comfort in.
“And what would that be, baby?” Joe said with a sense of care lacing his voice, a knowing smirk gracing his lips.
“Are you really gonna make me say it?” you asked, feeling yourself wanting to abc out, to make the awkwardness go away.
“Mhm. If you wanna do it, I wanna hear you ask for what you want. It’s something we're working on, remember?”
You nodded shyly, remembering how Joe has made it his mission to bring up your self confidence. It started with some smaller tasks like asking for help when you needed it or not being scared to take charge of a situation. When you guys finally slept together, it’s since spread into the bedroom. Joe always makes sure you feel safe and secure, wanting you to always feel comfortable to tell him anything. He always wants you to ask for what you want and not be afraid to bring anything up.
“I’m not gonna say no sweetheart, I just wanna hear the words come out of your pretty mouth” Joe said, raising a hand to graze your cheek.
His words caused you to feel even more flustered, feeling the need for Joe growing by the second.
“I wanna try to blow you” you said, feeling the heat rise on your cheeks at your attempt to come off as confident as you could.
“Go right ahead, I won’t stop you” Joe said, moving off of you to lay back against the headboard next to you, slipping his shirt off in the process.
You took a deep breath, gathering your courage and fighting down your insecure thoughts before exhaling and shifting closer to Joe. He helped you to work his pants down, leaving them at his ankles before kicking them off. You took his boxers with them knowing you needed to do it all in one go or you’d feel like you’d chicken out of the whole thing. The sight of Joe’s hard cock sent heat to your center, no matter how many times you’ve seen it before.
You took him in your hands, Feeling the nerves come across in your actions, Joe placed a reassuring hand on the back of your head as he directed you towards him for a kiss.
“No need to be nervous baby, it’s just me” Joe spoke gently, moving his hand to stroke your cheek lovingly.
WIth a nod of understanding, you took the leap and leaned down to place a kiss to the tip. You took him in your mouth the best you could, using your hand for what you couldn’t fit.
“You’re doing such a good job, babe. Know how to make me feel so good” Joe moaned, head thrown back in pleasure.
The sounds Joe was making above you were egging you on, taking in all of the praises that were coming from him. You continued to take him, getting past the awkward feeling of having him in your mouth fairly quickly. You would occasionally pop off to lick a stripe from his base to the tip before taking him again.
“I’m not gonna last long if you keep doing that baby, I swear” Joe groaned.
You took that as your cue to keep going, knowing that you were bringing him pleasure.
“Where do you want me to finish?” Joe rushed out, clearly feeling close to the edge,
You came off of him, continuing to stroke him as you spoke. You were taking the moment to use your last bit of courage to ask for what you wanted.
“Right here” you said gesturing to your chest with a glimmer of lust in your eyes, earning a deep groan from him in response.
You knew how much Joe loved your boobs, mentioning in the past that this was something he’d love to do when the time felt right to do it. You slipped off the bed to the floor, getting on your knees ready to take what he would give you before he could give you a proper response. Joe took over then, giving you the opportunity to prepare yourself. You slipped your shirt off, trying to not feel so exposed in front of him in the position you were in. The sight of him standing above you stroking his cock drove you wild, it felt as if all of your insecurities had flown out the window in that moment. With a few more strokes, Joe was finishing with a loud moan, covering your chest.
Joe sat on the edge of the bed, taking a minute to compose himself. Before he could make any other moves towards you, you stood up in a hurry.
“I’ll be right back, i’m just gonna go to the bathroom” you rushed out and made your way quickly, attempting to fight off any other insecure thoughts before they could come up as you felt your shyness creeping back in. You heard a faint ‘okay’ as you shut his bathroom door.
You walked out of the bathroom after getting cleaned up, your cheeks hot showing the brightest shade of red from everything that had just happened. You stood timidly in the door of the bathroom while Joe sat on the edge of his bed on his phone. You didn’t know exactly where you stood at this moment, wondering if he would stay or go out. You secretly hoped he would opt to stay with you, but wouldn’t want to force him even after everything. You felt too tired after all of that to go out and be social with other people, especially ones you didn’t know. He had pulled his underwear back on, leaving him clothless otherwise. When he heard you, his eyes looked up and a smile crossed his face.
“I hope you have fun. Can you let me know when you’re on your way, if you remember?” you spoke, unsure of where to put your eyes.
Joe walked over to you, placing a hand under your chin to lift your eyes to meet his own. A shiver ran down your spine at the look in his eyes.
“Don’t act innocent when we both know where your mouth was two minutes ago” Joe said with a teasing smirk on his lips.
He placed a kiss on your forehead, his other hand falling to your hip. You cheeks felt as if they were the brightest shade of red they had ever been, letting the images of the past few moments replay inside your head. You felt a shiver creep up your spine as your need for him came back full force.
“If you think I’m leaving after that and not giving you anything, we’ve got a lot more work to do with you”.
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JASON TODD MASTERLIST ₊˚࿔
angst : ꣑ৎ | smut : ⋆ | fluff : ⟡
ONESHOTS&&BLURBS . . .
— defintion of love ꣑ৎ⟡ . . . jason is found dead shortly after you began dating. it hit you like a train, and after a few years, you figured you had moved on. guess you’re proven wrong when you spot a figure who looks just like your boy.
— in my prime ⟡ . . . jason gets awoken with a little surprise.
IMAGINES&&HEADCANONS . . .
not yet!
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dad!steve harrington x mom!you
a How Sweet It Is story
summary: steve's baby girl isn't really a baby anymore
3,911 words
warnings: please see the How Sweet It Is masterlist for general warnings about this AU | minor spicy smutty mentions | minor alcohol mention | shitty first boyfriends, with minor discussion of feeling pressured in a relationship | overall an angsty yet fluffy story
a blurb for the "Trick or Treat, Freak?" event - don't forget to vote for tomorrow at the bottom of the story!
Autumn, 2004
There’s something burnt inside of the microwave, some vegetables they refuse to eat past their prime in the bottom drawer of the fridge. There’s a lovely drawing on your living room wall, the only evidence left behind a purple and orange crayon which leads you to believe it was Annie, Luke having dared her to it no doubt though.
The dishes aren’t done, the laundry isn’t folded, the bills need to be paid, but for once, you really don’t care.
Because Annie and Luke are with The Munson’s at the movie theater then staying over, Julie is sleeping over at a friend’s house. Olivia is with Zoe and her aunts, Grace is at her first ever boy girl Halloween party then also sleeping over somewhere and Steve isn’t even having a melt down. And your eldest, Nora, for once, isn’t with her boyfriend, but having a much needed girl’s night with her best friend, so Steve’s in a fantastic mood.
You’re not going to take the night or the mood for granted.
He’s refilling your wine and pulling you onto his lap once the movie starts, the movie you got to pick and one that has sex, and weapons, and swearing and you get to watch from any spot on the couch you want. You get to take up space and eat junk food you tell them they can’t.
Except, it turns out, you and Steve don’t really care about the movie or any of that stuff.
Steve’s got his hands running down your back, like each little dip in your spine is meant just for his fingers. His warm breath flows over your throat as you throw your head back, his kiss finds a spot on your neck and he can’t wait to mark you up like he used to. Can’t wait to make out with you for hours with no interruptions except his stupid lungs needing air. He’s gonna make you come on his fingers, and his tongue and-
Ring! Ring! Rinnnngggg-
“Don’t,” you gasp, eyelids fluttering and blurring your view of the ceiling when Steve grinds his hips up into yours, “Don’t you dare answer that.”
His lips graze your collarbone. “Answer what?”
Your laugh makes him smile against your jaw before he’s catching your head with both hands and pulling your lips down to meet his.
Hey, you’ve reached The Harrington’s! We’re sorry we missed your call, but if you leave your name and number, we’ll get back to you as soon as we can. Have a great day!
Steve hums into your mouth, thumbs brushing over your cheeks as he whispers, “Your phone voice is so cute.”
Your lips skim over his, back and forth as you shake your head. Narrowed eyes meet his sparkling ones. There’s little lines next to his eyes that almost obscure the freckles, proof of the years and laughter, direct results of letting you steal his sunglasses forever.
Beeep!
Uh, hey guys…
Both of your chests inflate, shared held breaths at the sound of Eddie Munson’s worried tone.
Steve looks over at the machine, your forehead knocks against his temple and his arms wrap around your waist as you both exhale and wait for Eddie to tell you the bad news.
A kid threw up, cried, something, and that meant they were coming back home.
It’s worse. It’s so much worse.
So, um, listen, I know, I know okay, it’s your first free night, but I just wanted to call and let you know…well jesus liv, how do you want me to tell them? If it were my kid I’d-
Steve looks at you and you both get up at the same time, worried expressions and racing towards the phone.
Christ, okay, we have Nora, and we’re bringing her home…I’ll let her tell you what happened. But uh-
Steve’s hand reaches the receiver first and his jaw is sharp as he bites out, “What?”
You’re unable to hear Eddie, but it cannot be good from the look on Steve’s face. Cannot be good from the way he grits out a ‘thanks’ and slams the phone down, almost knocking the whole thing right off the little table.
His hands are in his hair and he’s pacing, so it’s definitely not good.
Steve’s glasses slide down the slope of his nose while brown and slightly wavy hair speckled with gray gets trapped in his fingers as he yanks and ruffles it and blows out his breath.
“I’m gonna kill him. I’m gonna kill her. I’m gonna-“
“Woah, woah, woah,” you pull at his wrists when he makes a third spin back towards you and get him to stop. “What’s going on? What did Eddie say?”
Steve’s arms go limp in your hold, hanging next to his plaid pajama pants as he stares at you. Eyes a little more green when they get all teary like they are now.
“Fuck, she’s…”
“What? She’s what?” You panic when he trails off, when he starts crying. You grab the front of his shirt, “Steve, tell me what the fuck is going on!”
“She’s fine, she’s,” he sniffles and presses his fingers under his glasses which he then yanks off and flings onto the kitchen counter. “God, I’m so fucking mad at her. She’s fine. She’s drunk, or was drunk, I don’t know. She was at a party or something. Eddie said they drove past her crying next to a pay phone.”
Your shoulders relax, knowing your daughter is at least safe, and your best friends found her. You’ll worry about the state she’s arriving in when she gets here.
Steve leans on the kitchen counter, his head hung between his shoulders and your palm soothes up and down his back, wary of your tone when you start to speak again.
“Okay, let’s not jump to conclusions, alright? She didn’t…she didn’t lie, necessarily. Maybe she just went out with Lindsay for a bit…they’re always being invited to parties. It’s this time of year. And…and we can’t be mad at her for drinking Steve. How many times did we-“
Steve shakes his head and turns to you, hand thrown out towards the front door as his voice rises. “You don’t think that’s the exact problem here, Kate?! I was fucking seventeen not that long ago and I know what the hell she’s doing with Charlie, I mean, christ, babe, we didn’t have her that much older than she is now!“
“Hey, don’t yell at me! I’m not the enemy here!” You shout right back.
You’re glaring at each other, his hands on his hips and yours crossed over your chest and there isn’t a sign of either of you backing down any time soon. But something in his eyes shifts, his chin wobbles a little and you raise your shoulders and clear your throat.
Steve breaks first, falling back against the countertop again as he cups his head in his hands.
“I’m sorry. I just…”
“I know,” you whisper, your socked foot nudges his, “It’s gonna be fine, okay? Cause we do this together, right?”
He doesn’t look up at you, but his arm reaches towards you and he’s pulling you into his chest, nestled between his spread legs. He kisses the top of your head and wraps his arms around you, tightly.
Neither of you moves until headlights slice through the sheer curtains of your little bay window in the breakfast nook next to you.
Steve sighs, deep and full of too much stress and he doesn’t let you go till he hears the sound of two car doors.
There’s a light knock on the door, then the creak of it opening, Eddie’s voice calls out, “Guys?”
You’re the first to go assess, and your shoulders tighten when you see your daughter, cowering behind Eddie.
Smudged make up and a top you’ve never seen, a skirt too short for your liking cause it reminds you an awful lot of one you wore that the boys really liked. You can smell the vodka from here and your eyes sting from the tears forcing their way to your lashes when Steve’s breath sucks in behind you with a pained breath of her name.
“Thanks, Eddie,” you clear your throat and nod to him with as much of a smile as you can muster, “Are Annie and Luke…”
Eddie waves a hand and hooks his thumb over his shoulder, “They’re at home hopped up on something Liv told them all was zombie blood but is actually just mountain dew and vanilla ice cream and in front of Hocus Pocus on Disney as we speak.”
Your arms curl around yourself and you smile a little more at that, but it falls as soon as your daughter makes eye contact with you. It’s like every ounce of calm has vanished from you, because now you know she’s here and safe, you can be mad.
Really mad.
Eddie nods once, and pats Nora’s shoulder, gently nudging her forward.
“Thanks Uncle Eddie,” she murmurs.
He kisses her temple and starts to close the door, “Anytime kid. I mean, not anytime. Don’t…anyways…”
He raises his eyebrows at the two of you and the door clicks closed.
Nora covers her chest with her arms and her chin wobbles an awful lot like Steve’s and her mouth parts but you stop her.
“Go to your room, Nora, I don’t…I don’t even know what to say to you right now.”
Tears slip past Nora’s lashes at the same time as yours and she shakes her head. “You’re not gonna even let me explain? It’s not what it-“
Your hands fly to your temples, rubbing them as you close your eyes and laugh, “What? It’s not what it looks like?” Eyes open to find hers looking shattered as you keep going, “Cause it looks like my daughter lied to us about what she was doing tonight. If I call Lindsay’s mom, will she even know you were supposed to be there or,” you laugh again, colder, and not at all finding the situation funny, and hold up your hand, “Let me guess, her mom thinks you’re both here and we thought you were there, right? But really you were with Charlie at a party.”
“Mom,” Nora sobs, her hands fall at her sides, “I’m sorry, but-“
“Oh, I’m not done,” your hands land on your hips, adopting your husband’s signature pose along with his hot head, “Cause you know what else it looks like? It looks like you’re wearing clothes I’ve never seen before and I sure as hell didn’t buy for you. And that’s just looks, cause I can smell the vodka from here and-“
“You’re not being fair!” Nora shouts at you, black mascara runs down her cheeks that she swipes at half-heartedly, “I didn’t-“
“I don’t want to hear it young lady!” Your foot practically stomps just like her’s used to, her own tantrums held in this very entryway flashing before your eyes. “What’s not fair is lying like this. You don’t do this Nora. We don’t do this! When have we ever told you couldn’t go to a party? That we wouldn’t pick you up, no questions asked? That you couldn’t see Charlie? That-“
“Right!” Nora screams, her hands thrown up in the air and at you, “Your perfect daughter didn’t do something right, for once in her life! I fucked up, okay? I’m sorry!”
She sobs and you shake your head and start to walk away, “I can’t do this.”
“Mom,” her voice breaks and she sniffles as you head into the kitchen, “Daddy-“
“Nora…just…clean up and go to bed. Please. We’ll talk in the morning.” Steve’s voice is unnaturally calm and you hate him for it.
Your shoulders hunch with the sound of each step of your daughter’s feet on the stairs, your head lands heavy in your hands as your elbows press to the counter-top.
There’s a clink, a pop of a cork, liquid sloshing, and then the distinct grate of glass across the counter top, red wine sits under your face as Steve sighs.
“Well, that went super well I think. A plus parenting, mom.”
Your hands drop from holding your head so you can glare at him.
“Yeah? Thanks for the back up, dad.”
Steve shrugs, he leans against the stove and squints at you, his lips have the nerve to twitch a little like he’s fighting a smile.
“Oh, sorry, was I supposed to talk too? You didn’t really take a breath to let anyone else chime in, hon.”
Your body lifts as does the wine glass to your lips as you throw a hand towards the staircase. After a large swallow of the wine, you accuse, “What is your deal right now? Five minutes ago you were-“
Steve takes a step towards you and grabs the wine glass from you, then he holds your cheeks in both of his hands.
“I’m trying to do that thing you’re always telling me to do, that you normally do so well. Take a deep breath. Relax. Listen. It’s not always what it seems.”
He raises his eyebrows at you and your head falls forward again, though this time in defeat, in embarrassment.
Your forehead is caught by his lips, a kiss pressed there then the top of your head before he tilts you up to look at him again.
“I…” you sigh and look at the stairs, “I should go talk to her again. I should apologize.”
Steve shrugs and kisses you, soft and over too quickly.
“I think she needs some time to cool off too. You can talk in the morning, after you both relax.”
Your eyes narrow at him and his sparkle when you tease, “How many ways have you come up with to kill Charlie?”
“Twenty-seven.”
A laugh leaves you but it’s quick to cut into something that resembles a sob and a sigh, because it’s too real. He pulls you into a hug.
Both of you make no hint of moving anytime soon until Steve whispers, “Wanna start the movie over? We can actually watch it this time.”
Which is a nice thought, but in reality, you just curl up next to each other on the couch and neither one of you really sees the action past the glow of the screen.
You’re both acutely aware of the shower upstairs, the soft music of a stereo, the click of a lamp. Severely aware of the laundry piles addition of clothing reeking of alcohol. Counting down the hours till your daughter wakes up and you’ll try it all over again.
So it’s not a surprise when you fall asleep on the couch, bodies and brains too tired to make it through another hour of the film.
Steve stirs first, the click of the TV and the blue fuzzy screen turning dark startling him in his fitful sleep.
Your head is on the opposite end, legs tangled together with his and hogging the blanket. He tilts his head just make out a figure in the dark, one now quietly sneaking out of the living room and into the kitchen.
Steve holds his breath and stares at the ceiling, listening.
He hears the soft thunk of a drawer closing, the hum of the fridge, the swoosh of a burner and then nothing.
So when he rolls off of the couch as slowly and quietly as he can, and makes his own way to the kitchen, he freezes when he sees his baby girl leaning against the counter, stirring a pot on the stove, not really thinking through his actions and what he’d say when he got here.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” she whispers, avoiding his gaze.
“You didn’t,” he lies. Steve sits at the counter on one of the stools, and lets his chin rest on his fist.
It’s quiet then. Quiet for a long time. Long enough for Nora to pull down two mugs and pour hot cocoa into them. Long enough for her to pass him one, then for both of them to take sips.
Steve doesn’t know what to say, what to do, until Nora opens the fridge and pulls out an apple. Until she pulls a knife from the wood block and starts slicing, the peel remaining intact as she spins the fruit and it furls down to the countertop.
“Who taught you how to do that?” He asks softly.
Nora looks up, surprised, at him, eyes that are so much his blinking right back at him behind wire rimmed glasses. Glasses he remembers telling her she could use to see for late night snacks when she didn’t want to wear them.
“Oh, um, no one,” Nora says quietly, then hesitates, “Well actually, I guess, in a way, mom?”
“Yeah?” Steve asks, lips twitching on one side.
Nora nods, smiling as she gets to the last spin of the fruit, and she hums. Steve watches her eyes get a little glassy, watches her chin wobble just likes yours before she admits, “Yeah. That movie? Sleepless in Seattle?”
Steve smiles at that and nods, exhaling a deep breath as Nora finishes the curl. He knows it well, it’s your favorite movie, and the reason one of his daughters has the name she does. Her fingers toy with the peel, voice tight as she keeps explaining since his silence is letting her.
“Mom was watching it a couple of month’s ago and she…there’s this scene. Where Annie is trying to peel an apple in one long curl and she’s listening to Sam talk about his wife, and love and mom can quote the whole thing. And…and…”
Nora swipes at her eyes as she looks at him, so hurt, so broken as she shrugs her shoulders and she whispers, “It wasn’t magic, dad.”
Steve swallows and he stands up, grabs his little girl as she falls into his arms. So small and only getting smaller and he doesn’t know how to fix it. Nora squeezes him as she sniffles into his chest. His daughter who’s somehow old enough to be crying about love and a guy who broke her heart while she drinks hot cocoa with bunnies on her feet and moons and stars on her pajamas.
“I thought he really cared about me, and when I said no, when I told him I didn’t…that it didn’t feel right and I didn’t want to…he…he…”
Nora hiccups around her tears and Steve’s heart stops beating, his lungs stop working.
“He called me a tease,” she sobs into his chest, “He called me such terrible things. I thought…I thought he really loved me, dad.”
He’d kill this kid Charlie if it was the last thing he did.
Steve doesn’t say anything for a long time, just holds Nora until the front of his shirt isn’t getting freshly wet. So he whispers, “It’ll be magic, someday baby, and you’ll know, okay? It’ll just feel right. And screw that guy. I never liked him anyways.”
Nora laughs into his chest that swells at the sound and he curls her hair behind her ear when she smiles.
“But not until you’re, like, thirty.”
“Dad,” Nora sniffles, she shakes her head and hugs him again. Her voice grows tight again, “I’m sorry I lied about where I was. And I only had one drink. I smelled like that cause these guys spilled a bunch of punch everywhere and-“
“Don’t worry about it,” he sighs, kissing the top of her head. “I’m just glad you’re okay.”
She hugs him tightly, then whispers, “Love you dad.”
“Love you too, kiddo.”
Another squeeze, and then she’s disappearing with her cocoa and apple up the stairs, and his tears finally fall.
And in the morning, when he’s done prepping for a quiet breakfast before all the other kids get home, he climbs the stairs two at a time on the way to wake you.
But Steve finds the bed you’d both finally made it to at around one in the morning empty, and as he walks down the hall, he slows, hearing your voice come from Nora’s room.
“You know we don’t expect you to be perfect, right? If your dad or I made you feel like you can’t mess up or…can’t be a kid, I’m so sorry baby. We rely on you so much with the younger kids and that’s not fair to you at all, is it?”
He watches from a distance, the two of you curled up on Nora’s bed. You sit up right against the headboard, your fingers run through her hair as she hugs you, curled around your waist and chest like she used to when she was little.
Steve doesn’t hear what Nora says but you laugh and run your hand up and down her spine.
He rests his head on the wall and watches you with so much love in his chest, he feels like he might burst. And that’s before Nora asks, “How’d you know?”
And you ask, “Know what, sweetie?”
“That dad was the one? That he was…that it was right?”
Steve smiles as you tilt your head up and blow out your breath.
“Gosh,” you laugh, “That movie kind of gets it, honey. It was a lot of little things. It’s still a lot of things. I fall in love with him for a new reason every single day. The way he always opens the car door for me, or let’s me have the last of the fries. How much he loves and cares about you guys. When he picks up pizza on the way home with flowers. When he yells at the TV when his team doesn’t make the right play. The way he looks at me when I’m telling a story or the way he says my name.”
“Like it’s got all the best letters in it?” Nora asks and you smile.
“Exactly. Even when he’s mad at me, it still sounds like…”
“Magic,” Nora whispers.
“Yeah,” you nod.
Steve raps his knuckles on the door when it’s quiet for awhile, and peeks his head in.
“There’s my girls, anyone want apple cinnamon pancakes?”
Nora shouts a yes and you laugh as she jumps out of her bed and races down the stairs like she used to what feels like a really long time ago.
When you leave her room and touch his arm as you pass, he pulls at your hips, spinning you until you gasp. He catches the sound with his mouth, lips strong and sure in their kiss and saying so much with so little.
“What…what was that for?” Your eyelashes flutter when he pulls away and your stomach fills with a million bouncy balls.
“No reason,” he kisses you again and leaves you standing there breathless, shouting down the stairs to Nora, “You better not be eating that raw batter young lady!”
And later, when the sink’s full of suds and soaking dishes and kids are opening the fridge only to look inside and complain and then open it again two minutes later, or the washing machine is making that weird clunking noise again and Steve’s shouting at one of the kids to get off of the other kid and you’re scrubbing at crayon on the wall, neither of you care.
You aren’t going to take it for granted.
*voting will close at 10am CST tomorrow, 10/6
since there were two of these and I'm late posting, I posted the poll separately, you can find it here
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☏ ALO-INDUCED CHAOS, fa14 voicemail blurb (f)
☏ MOONY’S VOICEMAIL — a series in which formula one drivers send a voicemail to the reader. what about? prompts may vary. (maybe fluff or smut, idk)
voicemail summary: fernando called his wife in hopes of finding his son’s race suit as chaos occurred in the alonso household. thankfully, his daughter was sane enough to assist him and her siblings as they prepared to head out for the race.
content warning: dad!fernando x nameless mom!reader, literally blurb, humour/fluff, dad!fernando and the mini alos (from this smau series), brief spanish dialogue, dad!nando in his prime (sarcastic as hell but you know), sassy mini nando (reyna)
note: i have not slept for a day straight 🤧 enjoy this blurb xx
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“mi amor, i don’t know where you are right now but i’m just wondering if you know where frederico’s race suit might be?” fernando asked through the voicemail, a hint of panic in his tone as he said, “i told him to get it from the laundry room before we got ready but—“
“pa!” a voice called from the entryway or wherever fernando was as they continued to speak, “i’ve helped tino and tiago put on their shoes and they have their jackets on! ¿podemos irnos ahora?” can we go now?
fernando replied back to the voice, “and their bags? all good?”
“sì,” the voice replied, “can we go now? you haven’t even braided my hair yet, papa!”
“reyna, i’m talking to your mother,” fernando told the voice, now named reyna, with a slight scolding tone. “can you help your big brother find his race suit? por favor?”
“ugh- frederico,” reyna stomped off.
“reyna severina alonso, your feet,” fernando called, “stop stomping them or i’ll cut ‘em off.”
“we’re running late to the race, pa!” reyna argued back.
“i know we are, that’s why please help your brother find his suit,” fernando told his daughter. the girl had already gone off before another pair of feet began making their way to where fernando was.
“paaaaa,” another voice said, “which helmet should i use?”
fernando sighed deeply. “frederico, amor—“
“sì?” his eldest son, frederico or freddy, asked him with a glint of curiosity in his tone.
“how many heads do you have?” fernando asked, his sarcastic self showing despite speaking to his own son. he couldn’t help it— they were about to run late to freddy’s race. and freddy was here asking him about which helmet to use.
“you gotta pick one, mi corazon— preferably quickly because you’re gonna miss your race,” fernando told freddy as nicely as he could.
“okay, okay-i’ll do that,” freddy let out a sigh.
another pair of feet had stomped into the room as reyna’s voice dragged out the name, “freddyyyyyy!”
“rey, what did i say about your feet?” fernando warned his daughter.
“i’m sorry, papa— but your son is so so silly,” fabrics shifted as freddy gasped. reyna then continued, “that he couldn’t even find his own race suit in his own room— in his own closet.”
fernando sighed in relief. “you are a delightful girl, rey.”
“oh, sweet! gracias, hermana!” freddy said happily before taking the race suit from his sister and running off.
fernando then called out, “five minutes and we’re leaving, freddy!”
“sì! i’ll be down as soon as possible!” freddy’s voice echoed down the hallway.
the father-daughter duo fell into silence as reyna said, “papa, why is it that every time you and freddy are struggling to find something it’s always me and mama who find them?”
fernando sighed, “don’t get too mouthy now, mi vida.”
“mama said it’s because you two always find with your mouth- not with your eyes,” reyna giggled hysterically once fernando began to tickle her sides. “don’t tickle me, pa! mama’s right!”
“yeah yeah- whatever, c’mon let’s braid your hair before we go.”
— beep —
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first kiss
Pairing: Captain EO x fem!reader
Synopsis: You confess to EO that you've never kissed anyone before. Rather than judging, he guides you through your first kiss with care and tenderness.
Tags: fluff, smooching
Word Count: 1.7k
Requested: yes/no
Author’s Note: Wanted this to be a short drabble at first but I'm incapable of writing blurbs so here we are
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The control room of the spaceship buzzes with anticipation as you step inside, greeted by a chorus of voices rising and falling in excited chatter. Your crewmates, a diverse bunch of characters with their own quirks and specialties, are huddled together, discussing their plans for the upcoming mission to confront the evil Supreme Leader.
Their voices bounce off the metallic walls, creating a cacophony of sound that threatens to overwhelm your senses. You raise your voice above the din, attempting to restore order amidst the chaos.
"Alright, everyone, settle down!" you call out, your words slicing through the chatter like a knife. "We need to focus and come up with a solid plan. But keep it down! We don't want Captain EO catching wind of our scheming."
The crew falls into a tense silence at your command, exchanging nervous glances as they remember the consequences of attracting Captain EO's attention. He may be understanding, but when it comes to maintaining discipline aboard his ship, he doesn't tolerate any nonsense.
"But we can't afford to underestimate the Supreme Leader's forces," Fuzzball interjects, his voice tinged with urgency. "We need to be prepared for anything."
Pilot Geek nods in agreement, his expression serious. "Our weapons need to be primed and ready, and our defenses must be impenetrable. We can't afford to be caught off guard."
You nod in solemn agreement, fully aware of the gravity of the situation. "We're not just here to engage in battle," you remind them. "Our mission is to liberate the oppressed people of this planet and bring an end to the Supreme Leader's reign of terror."
The crew murmurs their assent, their determination shining through despite the palpable tension in the room. They know the risks involved, but they're willing to face them head-on in the name of justice.
"We also need to gather intel on the enemy's defenses," you add, your mind already racing with strategic possibilities. "We can't make a move until we know exactly what we're up against."
As the crew delves into discussion, you can't help but feel a swell of pride in their resilience and camaraderie. Despite their differences, they're united in their resolve to make a difference in the galaxy. But just as the planning session gains momentum, the door slides open, and Captain EO strides into the room, his presence commanding attention.
You exchange a quick glance with him, noting the subtle softening of his gaze before he turns his focus to the crew.
"What's all the commotion about?" Captain EO's voice pierces through the chaotic buzz of the control room, his tone calm yet commanding.
The crew members exchange nervous glances, their voices trailing off into an uneasy silence. Sensing the tension, you step forward, taking on the role of mediator, though you can't bring yourself to meet Captain EO's gaze directly. "We were just discussing our strategy for when we reach the planet, Captain," you explain, your words careful and measured. "We want to ensure we're fully prepared for whatever may come our way."
Captain EO nods in understanding, his expression inscrutable. "Good," he replies, his tone carrying a hint of gravity. "But we must proceed with caution. We cannot afford to disappoint Commander Bog again." The crew members nod in solemn agreement, their resolve strengthened by their leader's words.
Before you can say anything further, Captain EO interjects, his voice taking on a decisive tone. "Excuse us, please," he commands, his hand reaching out to gently grasp yours as he guides you out of the bustling control room. The crew members exchange knowing looks, their smiles evident as they return to their tasks, their previous conversation momentarily forgotten in the wake of Captain EO's presence.
As the two of you walk in silence down the corridor, you can feel the warmth of his hand enveloping yours, sending a tingle of anticipation coursing through your veins. With each step, the anticipation builds, the air heavy with unspoken emotions.
Finally reaching his private office, he locks the door behind you, ensuring your privacy from any potential interruptions. The room is bathed in a soft, ambient light, casting shadows that dance across the walls and adding to the intimate atmosphere.
Alone together, EO's stoic demeanor begins to soften, replaced by a warmth and longing that reflects in his eyes as he tenderly cups your face. His forehead pressed against yours, a silent reassurance of his presence and protection. In his embrace, you feel yourself relax, the tension of the day melting away.
"Rough day?" he murmurs, his voice a soothing balm against the turmoil of your thoughts.
You nod wearily, leaning into him as he draws comforting circles on your back. His chuckle is soft and melodic, a sound that brings a sense of peace to your troubled mind. "It's alright," he whispers, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. "You're safe here with me." And in that moment, surrounded by his warmth and reassurance, you allow yourself to exhale, surrendering to the solace he offers.
As you pull away from each other, the air between you crackles with an unspoken tension. His gaze lingers on your eyes, a silent inquiry dancing in their depths, searching for something he can't quite name. There's a moment of hesitation, a wordless exchange passing between you, before his attention drifts down to your lips. Your heart quickens at the intensity of his gaze, a flutter of anticipation coursing through your veins. Instinctively, you turn your head to the side, breaking the connection before it can deepen.
Concern flashes across his features as he registers your sudden withdrawal. "What's wrong?" he asks softly, his voice tinged with worry. "Did I do something to upset you?" It's a question that's been weighing on his mind for some time now, as he's noticed your tendency to retreat whenever things start to become more intimate.
You sigh, feeling a pang of guilt at causing him any distress. Before you can fully disengage from his embrace, he tightens his arms around you, refusing to let you slip away. "Please, sweetheart, tell me," he coaxes, his tone gentle and reassuring.
You hesitate, unsure of how to articulate the swirling thoughts in your mind. Finally, you gather the courage to admit, "I've never kissed anyone before."
A small smile tugs at EO's lips, his eyes twinkling with amusement at your confession. He chuckles softly, finding humor in your nervousness. "Is that all?" he teases, his tone light and affectionate.
You pout playfully and nudge his chest, a mix of embarrassment and indignation bubbling within you. "It's not funny," you protest, crossing your arms over your chest defensively.
His smile softens, and he reaches out to tenderly stroke your cheek. "I'm sorry," he apologizes sincerely. "I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable."
You lean into his touch, the warmth of his hand soothing against your skin. "It's okay," you reply softly, meeting his gaze. "I just... I don't know what I'm doing."
His expression is filled with understanding. "That's alright," he reassures you, his voice gentle. "I can show you."
A surge of warmth floods your chest at his offer, a fluttering sensation dancing in your stomach. "Really?" you whisper, barely able to contain your excitement.
He nods, a tender smile gracing his lips. "Of course," he replies, his eyes brimming with sincerity. Your heart races at his words, the promise of his guidance filling you with a sense of anticipation and newfound trust in him.
EO's touch is like a gentle breeze, calming your nerves and soothing your racing heart as he cups your face once more. His thumb strokes your cheek softly, a comforting gesture that sends warmth spreading through you like sunshine on a cool morning. "Okay, sweetheart," he says softly, his voice a melodic whisper. "We're going to start with something simple, just quick little pecks, nothing too crazy. I don't want to overwhelm you."
Gratitude floods your chest at his patient and understanding words, and you nod in response, feeling a rush of affection for him. As he continues to explain, your attention wavers, captivated by the rhythmic movement of his lips as he speaks. Your gaze fixates on his mouth, hungry and curious, as you imagine the sensation of kissing him.
A soft chuckle interrupts your reverie, and you blink, realizing you've been lost in your thoughts. "Sorry," you mumble sheepishly, feeling your cheeks flush with embarrassment.
"It's alright," he reassures you with a warm smile that lights up his eyes. "Let's try this again, shall we?" You nod eagerly, determined to focus this time. Closing your eyes as he instructs, you take a deep breath, trying to steady your trembling nerves.
You feel his breath brushing against your lips as he moves closer, and then his lips meet yours in a soft, gentle kiss. It's a simple press of lips, fleeting yet filled with tenderness and warmth. Butterflies flutter in your stomach as the kiss sends a delightful shiver down your spine. You tremble slightly in his embrace, overwhelmed by the rush of emotions coursing through you like a river in full flood.
Sensing your nervousness, EO pulls away slightly, his arms enveloping you in a comforting embrace. "Shh, it's okay," he murmurs soothingly, his voice a soothing balm to your frazzled nerves. "You did so well, sweetheart." You lean into his embrace, finding solace in his reassuring presence. His arms around you feel like a fortress, offering protection from the uncertainties of the universe.
"Thank you," you whisper softly, feeling a profound sense of gratitude wash over you. "For everything."
He smiles warmly, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. "Anytime," he replies softly, his voice filled with unwavering devotion and affection. "I'll always be here for you, no matter what."
In that moment, cradled in EO's embrace, you feel a sense of peace wash over you like a gentle tide. With him by your side, you know you can weather any storm that comes your way. And as you rest your head against his chest, you realize that you've found something truly special in him—a love that transcends space and time.
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REQUEST RULES AND MASTERLIST!!
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Drive
Stiles Stilinski x GN!Reader
Summary: You and Stiles go wherever the Jeep will lead you.
Tags: Just a short fluffy blurb about the love of my life.
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"I'm going to fall!"
"You're fine! I've got you!" Stiles giggled as he helped shuffle you out the door. His hands covering your eyes but managing to almost knock you backwards with each step.
"You never were graceful" you poked. As he jostled you down the last step, he positioned you in the driveway before running away. You can hear him trip over himself but stifle your laughter to not take away from his excitement.
"Ok, now look!" His arms are wide open, presenting you with sight of the old, beat up, baby blue jeep he drove in high-school sitting in your yard, still wearing every dent and scratch from all of its adventures.
"You're kidding! How did you get it back?!"
"Pays to know the Sheriff." He smirked. The jeep was just as old and rickety as you remember. Broken seats, the door latch that used to stick still won't open, and the front headlight still has the crack from when Stiles bumped that pole at the gas station. He makes his way over to your side of the car and begins tugging on the door to pop it open for you, nearly knocking himself over when it finally lets go.
"My hero." You kiss his cheek with a small giggle. You can feel the heat from embarrassment in Stiles’ face on your lips. You climb your way up into the jeep and settle down into the rundown interior. The rough fabric scratches the bottom of your thighs, as the sun from the open topped jeep warms the top of them. Stiles cranks the engine to start it, gears grinding and failing to start. After about the third or fourth try, and a few whispered frustrations, the car finally comes to a start.
"Smooth as butter!" he exclaims as he pats the wheel.
You spend the next hour or so driving around town, back country roads, highways, and everywhere the jeep could take you. Your hand intertwines with Stiles’, resting on his lap; every so often a small kiss pressed sweetly to the back. Through the day both of you relive your high-school days and stories. Time is lost to you and before long you realize you don't know where you have even brought yourselves. The sun has almost set fully and the air is starting to get a bit cooler; the slight sunburn on your skin keeps you warm. As you turn down a road that Stiles swears will bring you right home you see a sign for a drive-in movie up ahead.
Before you could even say anything Stiles was turning into the parking lot. The jeep bouncing you both almost out of the roof with each stone on the gravel driveway. You didn't even know what movie was playing but that didn't stop you both from getting tickets and parking in the most prime location. The field was only occupied by five or six other cars, the rest of the space flooding with fireflies. Stiles jumped out of the jeep, forgetting he was still holding your hand and almost pulling you out with him. He opened the back hatch and pulled out two blankets he must have stashed in there earlier today; or at least you sure hope he did and they weren’t the ones from school. You climbed your way through the seats into the bench in the back, Stiles scaling up the wheel and over the roll cage, settling himself right beside you. He draped one blanket around your shoulders and the other over both of your laps before he wiggled hand back into yours.
"Remember when we all came to the drive in after prom?" You rested your chin on his shoulder, looking up at his freckled face. The butterflies swarming your stomach when his gentle brown eyes locked into yours.
"Yeah, and Scott spent the whole movie trying to impress Allison with his Owen Wilson impression." The both of you laughed at the memories of you as young, dumb, lovestruck kids and the nostalgia of being back at the drive in. Being in the back seat of the jeep topping everything off.
The movie started to play but between the comfort of Stiles' arms wrapped around you mixed with the steadiness of his breathing you didn't make it further than the opening credits. Your soft snores made Stiles chuckle gently, not enough to wake you. He kissed the top of your head and adjusted the blanket to keep you warm; resting his head on the back of the seat he just smiled. Smiled just as big tonight as he did when he held you in that seat back in high-school, and will only smile larger every day he holds you in the future.
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heartbeat | rhett abbott x oc | a linger blurb
SUMMARY: Lou has news to share with Rhett
WARNINGS: pregnancy
WORD COUNT: 740
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A/N: I word vomited this last night and decided to share it even though it's waaaaay down the timeline of the actual fic. I'm adding everyone on the official Linger taglist, as well as the people who showed interest earlier. Enjoy!
“Rhett?”
“Yeah?” he answers without turning around from where he stands at the sink, washing their mugs from earlier that morning.
Lou wrings her hands, heart beating wildly in her chest. “I have to tell you something.”
She watches his shoulders tense, his entire body going rigid. He reaches for a dish towel, drying his hands as he turns around to face her. His expression is stony, his eyes hard, and his mouth is a straight line. Lou’s stomach clenches and she feels sick.
“What’s going on?”
Tears prickle in her eyes. She can tell Rhett is primed for bad news, maybe even betrayal–so used to being put aside for the sake of others. “Will you sit?”
Putting the dish towel down, he crosses the room and sits on the couch. Lou sits on the coffee table, facing him, their knees bumping against each other, making her chuckle. She peers up at him, hoping to see the tension gone from his shoulders, but no such luck.
She opens her mouth, but Rhett beats her to it.
“Are you breaking up with me?”
Lou flinches, drawing back. “What?” It’s like a gut punch and the word sounds breathless.
He keeps going. “I know this isn’t the life you wanted, but we can do something else. We can leave Wabang, just don’t leave me–”
To make her usually quiet and gruff cowboy stop talking, she places her palms on either side of his face, pulls him to her and kisses him.
His shock is palpable from the way he freezes, but he recovers quickly, and kisses her back with a fervor that reminds her of their first kiss. His hands cradle her neck, move into her hair, and she holds onto the front of his t-shirt like her life depends on it, keeping him close.
Out of breath, she pulls away and stares into those bright blue eyes she loves so much.
“I’m not breaking up with you,” she whispers, giving his lips another quick peck.
“Good,” he says, voice rumbling and finally the corners of his mouth turn up. “You scared me.”
Her heart aches for him. He’s so used to being pushed aside for the sake of others and their needs that he’s terrified of people leaving. If Lou could go back in time and convince little Rhett that he deserves to take up space, that he’s loved and cared for, she would do it without a second thought.
“I’m sorry,” she tells him. “Can I tell you the thing now?”
He chuckles, pecking her lips. She takes that as a yes.
She leans back, reaching around to the back pocket of her jeans, and hands Rhett the stick with a very clear message on it. He takes it from her with an adorable furrow between his brows. Flipping it over, his eyes dart to the little display immediately.
His eyes grow to the size of teacups as his head whips up. “You’re pregnant?”
His voice is small, serious but anxious, and Lou doesn’t blame him for that. It’s a lot to process, and completely unexpected. Unplanned too.
“I am,” she confirms. “Dr. Bailey thinks I’m about 10 weeks along.”
He looks down at the test again, running his thumb over the display that clearly tells him it’s real. PREGNANT.
He’s so still that Lou almost thinks he’s having a stroke, but then a drop falls on his hand and she realizes he’s crying. Reaching for his hands, she brings them into her lap and it looks comical with her much smaller ones holding his.
“Rhett,” she says. “Please say something.”
He lifts his head then, tears trickling down his cheeks. “We’re gonna need a bigger place.”
Lou laughs. He’s not wrong. She takes the test out of his hand, puts it down on the table next to her, and crawls into his lap, her thighs on either side of his. Snaking her arms around his neck, her fingers play with the wavy ends of the hair at his nape.
“Tell me you’re happy about this,” she whispers, pulse racing.
“Darlin’, these are happy tears,” he tells her matter-of-factly as his big, warm hands land on her hips. “Can’t believe we’re gonna have a baby.”
One hand slides to her belly where a new life is growing, half Rhett and half Lou. All love.
“I love you,” she says, leaning her forehead against his. “You’re gonna be an amazing dad.”
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Daniel Seavey Masterlist
♡ Welcome to my Daniel masterlist...the heart and soul of my blog...where you can travel from modern day Connecticut to WW1 England to 1950s LA and everything in between!! ♡ Comments are always incredibly appreciated and please feel free to send in questions or ideas or asks so I can write some blurbs and help keep these universes thriving! Most of my blurbs can be read as individual stories themselves and still make sense (but it’s more fun if you really immerse yourself into the universe first!) Happy reading!
Daniel's Face Claims ♡ Crossover Mini Series
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Anything But Mine - Friends to Lovers AU ↳ Florence DiCaprio finds herself navigating life as a nineteen-year-old mother; trying to find the right balance of friendships, young adulthood, and definitely relationships. Her best friend, Daniel, seems to be learning along with her. They discover the importance of sacrifice in the process.
Passchendaele - WW1 AU ↳ It’s 1915 and The Great War is still ongoing. Men from all over Europe flooded to enlist in a rush of patriotism and dedication to their countries, nineteen-year-old Daniel among them. He’s thrilled to fight for Britain, as most men were, but once in the battlefields of Belgium, he realizes that war is truly not as glorious as he once imagined it was.
Amoureux - Royal AU ↳ Louisa is sixteen and prime age for marriage. Her father, the King of France, has been conversing with the King of England in order to hand over his youngest daughter in marriage, therefore bonding their two nations. Twenty-year-old Christian is a perfect gentleman, and he is absolutely smitten by Louisa the moment they first meet, but the young girl has her eye caught by Christian’s younger brother who can’t seem to keep his hand out of the pastries.
Heartbreak Hotel - Soulmates AU ↳ It’s 1958 and summer has just begun, sending the teenagers of Los Angeles into warm weather freedoms and part time jobs. Eighteen-year-old Daniel finds himself spending his days trying to find his soulmate and he refuses to give up until he has her.
Qui Totum Vult Totum Perdit - Murder Mystery AU ↳ ‘He who wants everything, loses everything’ All Daniel knows is that he woke up the day after his honeymoon to his wife dead at his feet and the bloody knife in his hand. He is suddenly propelled on a mission to escape his own persecution while he works to find the true killer and prove his innocence; He is innocent…isn’t he?
Seasons Change - Small Town AU ↳ Everyone knows everything about everyone in this small rural town in east Connecticut and the handsome single father who owns the farm down the main street seems to always be the talk of the town. Balancing the care of his acreage, raising his eight-year-old son, and coaching the local boys’ hockey team keeps Daniel busy; but his mind never strays far from the expansive and vibrant flower gardens planted outside his farmhouse.
Life and Death Brigade - WDW x OBX Crossover ↳ Life on Figure Eight is ordinary for Daniel. He’s got everything he could ask for: a huge family estate on the water, friends that love to party as much as he does, and a year round membership to the country club. But just when his life is starting to get predictable, Daniel finds himself caught up in a secret society run by none other than JJ Maybank and his group of empty pocket misfits.
#daniel seavey#why dont we#why dont we masterlist#wdw masterlist#why dont we fic#daniel seavey fic#daniel seavey imagine#why dont we imagines
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He has risen BBG, wine uncle is back from a two year slumber and he’s ready to party!!!
But you’re probably wondering,
“Nebs, wtf happened to you?”
Well, long story short, had a breakdown, decided to take a socials break, tried to rejoin a few times on Twitter, remembered why I deleted Twitter, remembered I had this tumblr and now I’m here, back in the saddle with new content and fresh peepers!
But enough of that! Let’s get into:
NEBS ROCKIN RULES!
Don’t be a dick, or do, but just a warning that I probably won’t care and will just block you for my own mental health :)
I’m an adult man (gross I know) and I turn 20 this year so anyone under 16 should probably head out lmao.
I’m neurodivergent, gay, and trans and any sort of homophobia, transphobia, ableism, racism and xenophobia are on a no tolerance policy. Your opinions were invalid the second you used them to cause harm.
Idk if you can tell but I’m kinda Proship centric. And if you haven’t been able to tell up until now good on ya mate, you caught me at my prime stability!
I have a life now! I’m studying and have a job so if I disappear for a few days don’t panic, dad will be back with the milk soon, I’ll even bring y’all some cigarettes as a treat :)
I don’t have an actual DNI other than the for-mentioned basic unwelcome, but if you enjoy feet me and you have a personal issue, unrelated to all of this that is.
I’m a generally friendly person so feel free to interact at your whimsy, I will not be annoyed lmao
Now that that’s all out of the way we can get into the fun stuff!
Content!!!
Requests and Prompts
Requests and Asks are OPEN!!! I’m pretty much always down to shoot the shit and goof off, back and forth makes making content fun, but if you aren’t good at back and forths and just want an idea developed a bit? Drop the idea or request in the ask box and ya boy has got it on lock.
What Content Do You Plan On Making Now That You’re Back?
Good Question! My current main interests are PMCYT—with a focus on the characters played by them—and possibly a few other ships and blurbs from a multitude of things I’m into!!! (LOTR/The Hobbit, BNHA/MHA, and Dead By Daylight to name a few.)
Can I request larger form prompts or ideas?
Yes and no. You’re free to ask, but I’m not committing to anything thats over 500 words. The winds may carry me there though :)
Do you have a Content Masterlist?
I do not, but I’m working on one as you read this and it will replace this point when I have one I’m ready to show :)
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Star Wars Blurb Masterlist
Gen
A Glint of Broken Glass - Vader & Luke on Tatooine
Collisions - Doctor Who Crossover - Gallifreyan Anakin - Nine is distressed when he runs across a baby Gallifreyan. Anakin is offended.
Shades of Light - Obi-Wan discovers that Anakin’s tattoos have meaning
A Moment of Peace - Obi-Wan and a live meditation holofeed.
A Different Kind of Service - Obi-Wan Kenobi struggles to protect his padawan in a world where the Jedi are firmly under the Senate's thumb.
As Long As You Learn - Obligatory Time Travel AU - Slightly Cracky, Very Angsty Fix-It
Look the Flower - Assassin AU - Luke meets his Courtship teacher
A Blaze, A Burn, A Blight - Anakin only has a few words to describe how he’s feeling
A Blessing, A Curse - Shmi returns home to a shock - mind the tags
Better Left - Follows A Blessing, A Curse - Some questions are better left unasked
On the Cutting Room Floor - Trapped in his cell, Obi-Wan hears the scream.
One Step to Accomplice - Han had seen it more times than he could count
The Rudimental and The Complete - Eldritch Disaster Lineage humor
These Solemn Songs - Din’s POV during that scene in Chapter 15 of the Mandalorian
The Acquisition of Quests (And Unusual Rewards) - The Armorer’s reaction to something acquired in Chapter 16
Eyes of Hunger - You’re not you when you’re hungry. Crack.
Unmasked AU - Empire Era, Rebel Leader Padme
Cry ‘Havoc’ - Padme releases Vader to rescue the twins
Ficlets with Pairings
Kingdoms Are Clay - Vader visits Alderaan. Breha/Anakin/Bail
At First Glance - Chapter 16 spoilers - There's a blush crawling up the mandalorian's cheeks, burning the tips of his ears red.
Drabbles
Add on - CountDisaster
Prompt: painfully scared wake up
Indentured Drabble
Ilum Cold Drabble
Copper & Gold Drabble - Eldritch Anakin
Like Sunlight - reincarnation drabble
#Emerald Blurb#Prime Blurb Masterlist#Star Wars#Anakin Skywalker#Darth Vader#Luke Skywalker#Obi-Wan Kenobi#Qui-Gon Jinn#Han Solo
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Miss and Edge's fandom list
Below is lists for Miss and Edge of series/chracters you can request fics, or headcanons for.
Miss
The Witcher (2019-2022-): Unfortunately I only know the show as of right now, hopeful to read or play a game in the near future. Character X Reader/OC or Character/Reader(oc)/Character. Fluff/Angst/Smut/Headcanons
Geralt of Rivia
Yennefer
Dandelion
Stranger Things (2016-2022-): Will only write the following character for smut, all of these can be Character(s) X Reader/OC or the Ship. All other characters for other formats. Fluff/Angst/Smut/Headcanons.
Steve Harrington
Billy Hargrove
Eddie Munson
Robin Buckley
Steddie, Steddie X Reader
Harringrove, Harringrove X Reader
Mungrove, Mungrove X Reader
Ronance
Arcane (2021-): Character X Reader/OC, will consider certain ships. Fluff/Angst/Smut/Headcanons.
Vi
Jinx
Caitlyn Kiramman
Viktor
Silco
Vander
A Court of Thorns and Roses+ : Character X Reader/OC, I will take considerations for other characters but it might be biased. Fluff/Angst/Smut/Headcanons.
Cassian
Nesta
Lucien
Feyre X Rhysand X Reader
Azriel X Rhysand’s Sister
Game of Thrones: Character X Reader/OC only, will not contribute to cannon incest. Fluff/Angst/Smut/Headcanons.
Daenerys Targaryen
Jon Snow
Robb Stark
Daario Naharis
Yara Greyjoy
Jaime Lannister
Rhaenyra Targaryen
Daemon Targaryen
Aemond Targaryen
BBC Merlin (2008): Character X Reader/OC. Fluff/Angst/Smut/Headcanons.
Merlin
Arthur Pendragon
Gawain
Morgause
Guinevere
Morgana
X-men: Character X Reader/ OC. Fluff/Angst/Smut/Headcanons
First Class/Days of Future Past/Apocalypse:
Erik Lensherr/ Magneto
Raven/ Mystic
Charles Xavier/ Professor X
Havok
Jean Grey
American Horror Story: Character X Reader/OC, Fluff/Angst/Smut/Headcanons.
Kit Walker
Lana Winters
Elizabeth Johnson
Rudolph Valentino
Natacha Rambova
Donovan
AU’s: Ghostface, Zombie, Apocalypse, Vampire, Camp
Miss will not: Write for or about children or Age Play characters that are not adults. Write or contribute to incest in fandom or canon.
My promise as a writer I will continually edit my fiction to ensure all possible triggers and/or warnings are at the top of each post. I do believe that all characters I will write about or for, have an opportunity for growth or redemption. Otherwise I would not be comfortable writing about them. I think this is an amazing way for us as fans to be creative and as imaginative as possible. Therefore I will also aside from requests have OC, series and other blurbs or headcanons I’d like to post or accomplish. I can’t wait to read and hear feedback in a safe, habitable way in the near future.
Masterlist
Edge
Transformers (clarify which version, like bayverse, prime, ect..)
Will only do character/reader (Cybertronian, human, or cyborg reader)
My Hero Academia
Will do Character/reader, and open to certain ships
Undertale
Will do Character/reader, including AUs (Monster or human reader) (I will not do insest with any of the skelebros)
SCP/Cryptids
Only open to /readers
Creepypastas
Only open to /readers, unless its Character/reader/Character
Attack on Titan
Will do Character/reader, only open to certain ships
Detroit become human
Only open to Conor/reader (reader can be human, android, or a mix)
Stardew valley/Harvest moon
Will do Character/reader, only open to certain ships
Blue Exorcist
Will do Character/reader, only open to Rin/Ryuji/reader as a ship
Supernatural
Will do Character/reader, only open to certain ships
Noragami
Will do Character/reader, only open to certain ships
Soul Eater
Will do Character/reader, open to a few ships.
Star Trek (any series)
Will do Character/reader, only open to certain ships
Youtubers-MCYT (Only their personas, for example, any of Markiplier's alter egos. I will also not do DSMP)
Will do Character/reader, only open to certain ships
Edge’s rules
I will not write incest or NSFW senerioes about minors or minor/adult relationships. Depending on the scenario I might be open to aged up characters like in AUs, for example in MHA I've read plenty of Pro-hero AUs that eventually contain smut, I don't mind stuff like that.
I am very open to writing many different scenarios, AUs, Characters, ships, fluff/angst/smut, poly, threesome and beyond, you name it and I'll probably be down to write.
Both
Marvel
Harry Potter
Fullmetal Alchemist (any version)
Umbrella Academy
The Boys
The Walking Dead (show and telltale game)
^^^ These fandoms both of us will write for
We have the right to deny any request if we do not feel comfortable or if we do not think that we are capable of completing the request to our greatest ability.
#fanfiction#one shot#requests#anime and manga#marvel#harry potter#fullmetal alchemist#the boys#the walking dead#stranger things#the witcher#a court of thorns and roses#arcane#game of thrones#bbc merlin#xmen#american horror story#transformers#boku no hero academia#undertale#sans au#scp#cryptid#Creepypastas#attack on titan#detroit become human#stardew valley#harvest moon#the umbrella academy#soul eater
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MisguidedSwagger’s Masterlist
Here is a masterlist of everything I’ve written! Most of this is moved over from my ao3/wattpad account of the same name!!
Anything in red text is smut/spicy
Anything in pink text is fluff/comfort
Anything in orange text is angst
Anything in green text is going to be teetering on the lines of, or will be very grim dark (adjacent to dead dove, if not already at the criteria)
Anything in italics is a WIP
REQUESTS: OPEN
Feel free to request anything or anyone, whether they’re on the list or not! The absolute worst I can do is say no❤️
Enjoy!
Cowboy Bebop
Spike Spiegel
Faye Valentine
Jet Black
Call of Duty Black Ops III
Crew HC’s
Comforting You When Sad
Tank Dempsey
Meeting Tank
Edward Richtofen
All Around Us
Dear Evan Hansen
Connor Murphy
How You Met Headcannons
First Time Headcannons
Detroit Become Human
Connor
So Many Maybes, Yet No Answers~
Tight
How To Love
Porn Star Martini
Unbroken
Yours Truly, RK800 (Connor X Reader)
P1
Captain Allen
You~
Jujutsu Kaisen
Satoru Gojo
Suguru Geto
Yuji Itadori
Megumi Fushiguro
Law and Order: SVU
Dominick “Sonny” Carisi
Whipped
My Hero Academia
Shota Aizawa
Dabi (Touya Todoroki)
Words Unsaid
Good Man pt1 pt2
Eijiro Kirishima
Katsuki Bakugo
Right Through Me pt 1 pt 2
Izuku Midoriya
Keigo Takami
Tomura Shigaraki
Mirio Togata
Hitoshi Shinso
Newsies
Jack Kelly
Proud and Defiant
Proud and Defiant p2
Blurbs
Spot Conlon and Jojo de la Guerra backstories
Panic (Amazon Prime Video)
Dodge Mason
Don’t Even Think About It
Try Me
Ryan Ross
Trust Masterlist
West Side Story
Riff
Now, Sit Still
Strawberry Milkshake
It All Ends Where It Begins~
#x reader#law and order x reader#law and order svu x reader#dominick sonny carisi x reader#smut#fluff#angst#requests#requests open#reader insert#reader insert smut#detroit become human x reader#masterlist#connor murphy x reader#wss#panic dodge mason#dodge mason x reader#musical theatre#musical theatre x reader#ryan ross x reader#my hero academia x reader#dabi x reader#mirio x reader#katsuki bakugo x reader#jjk#jjk x reader#jjk gojo
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Reader’s Masterlist #10 (ten?holy shit)
Not my stories. Just my favorites from other writers. All credits and support to the original artists. My purpose for doing this is: I need a place to dump all my favorites so I can reread a thousand times.
IMPORTANT: like and REBLOG all the fanfics you read to support the writers, please.
No keys for NSFW fics this time, because like, all of it is nsfw.
Link to all my masterlists (+ Kylo Ren/Ben Solo, Pedro Pascal characters including The Mandalorian, Marcus Pike, Javier Peña, and others, MCU related, TMR, Shawn Mendes, Fantastic Beasts…, MacGyver, look, it is a lot)
This one is going to be a little different:
All fics here are for Adam Driver characters, expect horror fics as well. Be aware of trigger warnings in each piece.
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Recommendations under the cut
HORROR STORIES
Wet Work @safarigirlsp
Summary: Killer!Clyde in a chainsaw massacre kinda of way. It’s horror but it’s romance and look, is that a plot twist? Damn, it’s got all things nice. (Okay, I can’t say it in a cute way THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER! READ THIS)
Fortune favors the bold @safarigirlsp
Summary: look I can’t stress enough how freaking AMAZING this is! My absolute favorite here. Hitman Kylo x reader this is so super great I cannot even begin to express . The plot twist?????? Don’t even get me started. I was NOT ready! Read it.
Bloody Valentine @safarigirlsp
Pairing: Hitman Kylo x Assassin Reader
Mirror, Mirror @safarigirlsp
Pairing: possessed!SuperDark!Ben Solo x ILoveYouAnyway!reader
Short horror stories @safarigirlsp
Summary: the is a collection of horror blurbs for Adam's characters (Kylo, Flip, Charlie, Pale, Clyde - my favorite blurb here -, Ronnie, Dan, Sackler, Altman, Toby)
Did their headlights look like heaven? @babbushka
Summary: 20k of the purest country creepiness . There is something really fucking wrong with that city, and she finds out about it when a certain friend comes back from war. (Look... this is creepy and brilliantly written. Read it!)
Masterlist @ohdamnadam
Summary: there are a few dark themed fics here, but there is a lot more of a lot of characters.
Masterlist @direnightshade
Summary: they have more killer!Charlie under the tag
Masterpost with dark fics recommended @safarigirlsp
Summary: a masterpost inside a masterpost.
Masterlist @safarigirlsp
Summary: tons of dark fics
Another masterpost with dark!fics recommendations guess by who? @safarigirlsp yep
Summary: well...
Kylo Ren/Ben Solo x reader
Untitled series AO3
Summary: oneshots in non chronological order of Modern Kylo Ren and his fuck buddy who are actually in love. A great dd/lg story with lots of fluff and nsfw.
@babbushka and everything she’s got going on on AO3
Summary: this is just a reminder to myself that Z is going to start publishing exclusively on AO3 and it’s worthy to go take a look there every now and then
Indebted AO3
Summary: a day in the life of Kylo Ren’s pet. He is soft for her. NSFW. The knights watch… bdsm, master/pet dynamic.
A Mediocre Proposal @azwriting
Summary: Commander of the Resistance!Ben x childhood best friend turned lover!reader. This is what canon should be if movies weren’t chaotic and full of conflict.
Untitled @feed-the-rats
Summary: Kylo x empress!reader have a baby girl
dd/lg Masterlist @cosmic-rich
Summary: works on Kylo x little!reader
dd/lg Headcanon @mandosmimi
Summary: She has more smaller heacanons under the tag.
dd/lg headcanon @itsmentalillness
Luxury @daddyrenn
Summary: Picked up from the desert planet Altran, you were the prime gift given to Supreme Leader Ren. He saw a concubine, a pet, given for his pleasure. The underlying message was simple: you were to absorb his negative energy, and direct it elsewhere. No more destroying consoles. No more Force-choking officers during meetings. Well, no killing officers with the Force-choke during meetings. Either way, you were His, and when He wanted you, He would have you. (iambrdened's note: a lil bit of soft Kylo)
Untitled @thepilotanon
Summary: Kylo's kid braiding his hair.
Interview with a daddy AO3 link by ravensandviolins
Summary: Daddy Dom Kylo, was betrayed by his former little girl and now he seeks a new submissive; will you heal daddy Kylo's broken heart?Modern AU
You belong to me A03 link by ravensandviolins
Summary: Kylo is controlling and possessive of reader. Need I say more? :-> (iamburdened's note: this takes an unexpected turn)
Prelude series @thepilotanon
Summary: badass!cute!reader, cute!kylo. I love this series.
You're mine @contesa-lui-alucard
Summary: behold Kylo's best AU fanfic ever. It's a 4 part story, Mob!ExtremelySoft!Kylo.
My Kind of Rain A03 link by clumsycopy, direnightshade
Summary: Soooo cute! Ben after redemption is a lil puppy after friend reader
Size kink!Ben @direnightshade
Size kink!Ben again @direnightshade
NSFW heacanon @novakspector
Summary: Master!Kylo x dark side Padawan!Reader
Masterlist @azwriting
Summary: I am in love with all her work
More Kylo Ren/Ben Solo fic recommendations here
Misc.
Headcanon masterlist @feed-the-rats
Chase Me @sydwritess (Flip Zimmerman)
Summary: not dark, little red riding hood themed, not AU either.
Amateur Hour @safarigirlsp (Flip Zimmerman)
Summary: dark!fic. Flip and his girl go to a camp to investigate some disappearances and face a serial killer on the loose (Jason Voorhees style)
Masterlist @roanniom
Masterlist @ohiobluetip
Summary: they have dd/lg Charlie
Flip NSFW masterlist @babbushka
#iamburdened masterlist#readers masterlist#adam driver#Kylo Ren x reader#mob!Kylo Ren x reader#Kylo Ren au#masterlist#flip zimmerman#clyde logan#Charlie barber#daddy!Kylo Ren#Kylo Ren x little!reader#Kylo Ren x subspace!reader#Flip Zimmerman x reader#killer!Charlie barber#fica rec#Star Wars fanfic#fanfic#x you#dark!Charlie barber#dark!flip zimmerman
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Here’s my submission for the HS Fic Slam created by the lovely @oh-honey-styles! Big thanks to Anne for putting this all together, I can’t wait to read everybody else’s submissions. Here’s a blurb about the gif above with the prompt “I saw that, you checked me out.” (Essentially my fever dream of going to one of Harry’s live shows written in like 25 minutes haha). Enjoy! x
900ish word count
My masterlist // moodboard // read below:
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You didn’t necessarily want to be here, per se. But your best friend, Callie, scored comped tickets from the radio station she worked at earlier that day, and she had begged you to come with her, declaring it was the perfect excuse for a girls night out.
The free tickets were in the coveted friends and family overflow section, which granted you prime viewing access to the stage only a few rows back. The personal upside was that your section was only a few feet away from the bar just towards the exit of the pit, which would come in handy for the remainder of the night.
You were using the concert as your pregame for the rest of the evening. It’s not that you weren’t a Harry Styles fan, because Watermelon Sugar definitely came up on your beach playlist far too many times for you to not remember the words, but you were just looking forward to the next part of the night. The part where you got to dance with your three best girlfriends, drinking all your stresses from the work week away at a club in downtown LA. You didn’t get to see your friends often, but whenever you did, you made sure that girls night out was a memorable outing for all of you.
The four of you began the night at Katsuya, so you were all dressed for the part. As you settled into your seats near the pit, a strong tequila on the rocks in one hand, you observed your outfits compared to the other girls around you, and instantly felt a little awkward. You were sporting black leather pants, the kind that left little to the imagination, showcasing all your best assets. A white bustier bodice top that left a sliver of your skin showing from the waistline of your pants was overtop, with a matching All Saints leather jacket to cover up your cleavage. You felt tall and sexy in your strappy heels, towering over the rest of your friends beside you.
Honestly, you didn’t really care about the Harry Styles concert if you were being truthful. But Callie really wanted to go after watching him leave the radio station that afternoon, and the promise of free drinks and good music was really all you needed to agree to come.
The opening song began and the screams were so loud you felt your feet shaking in your heels. Suddenly, he appeared center stage, beginning his set and singing effortlessly. You were bobbing your head to the first two songs, not knowing the lyrics but appreciating the music. You were also appreciating the way he looked, all tanned skin and fluffy curls, long body with a structured torso, impeccable taste in clothing and sinewy hips. He definitely ticked off all your boxes, and the thought of watching him for another hour and a half really didn’t sound so unbearable anymore.
You were the perfect amount of drunk once the fourth song came, the earlier buzz you had from drinks at Katsuya fading into a delicate layer of inebriation. Harry had waltzed over to your side of the stage at this point, eyeing the crowd and waving at adoring fans. When his eyes fell over to your group, you were almost certain that he was looking straight at you, head tilting in a curious way as if he were trying to remember every line on your face.
He left just as quickly as he came, and suddenly you needed another drink. After sneaking away and returning as the next song started, one you surprisingly knew quite well, you took a long sip and watched him. He commanded the stage in a way that made you wonder if he was an alpha by fault—taking ownership of every space he ended up filling. It definitely made your head spin with other inappropriate thoughts, but you couldn’t help it. He was handsome and staring at you and you truly had nothing to lose at this point.
Your early inklings of him checking you out were almost confirmed as you watched him whisper over to his guitar player during a break in the set, feeling two eyes watch you from above. It was only when a dark-haired man sporting a black lanyard peeked over in your direction from the pit, his eyes shifting from Harry towards yours with a bright smile on his face, you knew that he had definitely noticed you.
So you made the next move.
When the song changed from a slow, easy tune into something slightly more upbeat, you handed your almost-emptied tequila drink to Callie, gripping your leather jacket and ripping it off, making sure your chest was perked, showcasing the cleavage in your tight top to the singer whose eyes conveniently shifted towards yours. He backed away from the microphone stand, eyes completely locked on yours, and looked at you from the tips of your painted toes to the tops of your hair. He had a slanted smirk on his face, white teeth beaming in a way that made you know that look was solely for you.
You knew he was quite skilled in reading lips, with the way he’s done it effortlessly to other fans throughout the night. So with one last look you mouthed, “I saw that, you checked me out,” up to him, your rogue-painted lips forming every word with ease.
He simply nodded in your direction, shrugging as if he were completely innocent, before moving to the other side of the stage so that attention wouldn’t be drawn to you. Callie though, caught every word, and you just laughed with her as the show took a quick intermission and Harry returned moments later in a white button-up t-shirt and a Gucci suit overtop.
A few songs later, and a new refill for you, he began singing a popular song from his first album that had your hips swiveling. He was showboating during the instrumental section, prancing around the stage for his screaming fans below. You were close enough to notice the sweat brimming at the top of his hairline, sliding down his sharp cheekbones before pooling at the hollows of his collarbones. The exertion from performing caused a few of the buttons on his dress shirt to pop open, the material turning a bit translucent from the sweat, allowing your eyes to trace the etchings of dark ink swirling around his skin. Just as you were noticing the laurels above his hips, he was suddenly in front of you, eyebrows lifted mischievously with a daring grin on his face.
He copies your words from earlier. “I saw that, you checked me out.”
You simply shrug like he did, biting your lower lip to try and keep your smile from breaking through your face. But he notices it just like he’s noticed practically every move you’ve made that night, and you swear that you can see him groan when his head tilts back, showing the bob of his Adam’s apple.
Your drink was finished by the time Harry began singing his encore. Callie leans over in your direction, letting you know that her boyfriend was waiting for them at Hyde Sunset. You could still feel Harry’s eyes on yours, and a small sliver of you had hope and a pinch of excitement for what could possibly happen next, so you decide to stay, informing your girlfriends that you’ll just call an Uber home from the venue.
They nod and leave, and just as the crowd was screaming as the song ended, a burly man with a black collared-shirt, the words SECURITY printed on the front, appears from the pit, a small piece of paper being thrust in your direction.
“From the boss,” he utters, head shifting to the stage that was just occupied by Harry.
You nod and unfurl the paper, grinning when you read the uppercase scrawl that was hastily written in the dim lighting from the stage.
Please tell me you want to see me as badly as I want to see you. -H x
When your eyes fall over the number scribbled on the bottom of the paper, you immediately compose a message on your phone, grinning at the fact that your gut instinct was right, and tonight was definitely going to be full of excitement.
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A/N: If you’re curious what happens after....
#harry styles#harry styles fanfiction#harry x reader#1dff#1dff updates#HSFICSLAM#harry styles imagine#harry styles imagines#harry styles blurb#harry styles x y/n#harry styles writing
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Monsters - Ten
Pairing: Dark!Bucky X Reader
Summary: Bucky Barnes is a man who just wants to do better. But he can’t stop the monster from coming out every now and then. As a last and hopeless attempt at calming The Winter Soldier, SHIELD finds him something they figured would help. An innocent young woman with not a lot going for her. Or, The Winter Soldiers newest victim.
Warnings: Language, Violence, Injuries, Murder
Word Count: 2.8K
A/n: Here we go. The last part! Enjoy this. What a fucking ride. I will 100% answer any questions and write little blurbs if you guys want!!
THIS IS A DARK FIC WITH SEXUAL AND TRIGGERING CONTENT!!!
SORRY IF SOME TAGS ARE FORGOTTEN!!!!
Series Masterlist
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“(Y/n)? Honey? You in here?” Bucky hesitantly pushes open the front door, senses on high alert in case you make a hostile move.
“James?”
He walks slowly into the living room, smiling softly when he sees you.
“Hey,” he whispers. You eye him warily and he sighs.
“I’m sorry,” he begins gently, sitting down next to you, “I know what I did was wrong, and I know it looks like I chose her over you, but I’m here for you now. And I’m gonna be here for you as long as you’ll have me.”
You stare at him for a moment longer before grinning.
“You need me,” you state. He looks at you, waiting for you to continue. “That’s why you came back,” you elaborate, “because you need me. Because you know that Natasha won’t be able to handle you the way I can.”
He swallows hard, thinking back to the way Nat was appalled by the video.
“You’re right.”
You giggle, shaking your head at him. “I know. I know I’m right. I’m the best fucking thing that’s ever happened to you! You’d be lost without me and you’re now realizing it, aren’t you?” His guard is up in an instant, your outburst making him uneasy.
You get up off the couch to stand in front of him, hands on your hips.
“You hurt my feelings, James.” He nods, reaching for your hands slowly. You allow him to take them and watch as he presses gentle kisses to your knuckles.
“I know. And I’m sorry. And you’re right again. I do need you. More than I’ve ever needed anybody and that scares me.” You ponder this for a moment, thinking about all the pictures he received.
“How long were you with her?” He sighs heavily and closes his eyes tightly.
“A month. Maybe longer. At first, she was just something for the soldier when you weren’t there but... I’m not sure why I kept going back. I care about you, I really do.” You hum, pushing his hands away and straddling his waist.
You lean down, lips brushing over his just gently before you smile again.
“I fucked Steve last night. Several times.” A growl rumbles deep in his chest and you pull away for a moment, grinning wickedly as you see his eyes glaze over slightly. His hands grip your hips tightly and he takes a deep breath.
“Your best friend fucked me. For hours. Because you were too busy picking that stupid fucking bitch over me. That’s a lesson for you. I can get whoever I want, whenever I want. You need me, not the other way around. Remember that.” You push yourself off of his lap and walk to the staircase.
“In time you can have me again. But not now. If the soldier needs me, he can have me, but not you, James. Not yet.” He sits panting on the couch, eyes trained on your backside as you leave him confused and aroused.
You close the door to your bedroom and plop yourself down on your bed, ignoring the nagging voice in the back of your mind, the one that’s begging you to leave him. He hurt you, but he’s back. He must care about you or else he wouldn’t have come back, right?
As you’re pondering this, the window slides open with a soft thud. You turn to the sound, anger coursing through your veins as you see the redhead climbing into your room.
“What are you doing here?” You demand, uncurling your legs and climbing off the bed. She closes the window silently and holds her hands up in surrender.
“I just want to talk. Please.” You eye her warily but stay seated at the edge of the bed.
“He came home to me. He chose me. So if you’re gonna try and convince me that he wants you, think again,” you snark, hoping to hurt her feelings before physically hurting her again.
She shakes her head, sitting down slowly on the floor a few feet in front of you, giving you the upper hand if you wanted to get physical.
“He doesn’t deserve you.” You furrow your brows in absolute confusion at her statement. You were expecting a lot of things; yelling, screaming, insults, violence. But this is the absolute opposite of what you had prepared yourself for.
“You don’t even know me,” you scoff, shaking your head at her.
She raises her eyebrows at that. “I know about your parents. Your dad, the paranoid schizophrenic who abused you because he thought he was doing what God wanted. And your mom, the Narcissist who neglected you.”
Your hands start trembling as she brings up people who you’ve fought to forget. The people who made you the way you are.
“You don’t know anything about them. Or me. You’re just-” “Just what? Telling you the truth? Reminding you of the fact that you were raised by them, yet you turned out to be a beautiful, smart, independent young woman?” You look at her, uncertain of where she’s going with this but still angry at the fact that she knows about your past.
“You may have been raised by them, you may have had a difficult childhood, and you may be dealing with something that very few other people can understand, but that doesn’t make you a bad person. You’re not a bad person. You’re hurting, and you’re scared, and I know deep down that you know this isn’t a healthy relationship. But it can stop. We can stop this.”
You look down at your hands, her words bouncing around in your brain. The rational part of you, the part that you spent years trying to bring to the surface, tells you to hear her out, to listen to what she has to say. The other part, the part that has been clawing at its cage for years, tells you to punch her in the throat for even speaking to you.
“I love him,” you say. The words sound forced, even to you. She shakes her head and crawls forward, taking your hands in hers and looking up at you with honest eyes.
“You’re lonely, and he fills that void.” You shake your head, sniffling then glaring at her and wrenching your hands out of her grasp.
“You’re just trying to get me to leave him so that you can have him all to yourself!” Natasha falls back a bit, shaking her head at you and trying to get you to understand.
“No, (Y/n). After what you showed me... I know I’m not strong enough to handle him... I could never endure what you have.” You glare at her, calming down slightly at her admission and at the fact that she realizes that you’re stronger than she is. Mentally, at least.
“So what do you want, then?” You ask.
“I want you to leave him. I want you to pack your things and leave. You deserve so much better than him. I’ll help you go off the grid, start a new life. You’ve done it once, you can do it again.”
You shake your head at her, taking a deep breath. “I can’t. It’s too hard. I don’t want to try anymore. At least now I don’t have to hide anything. I can just... exist.” She crawls forward and rests a hand on your knee.
“You deserve to do more than just exist. You deserve to live, to have a life. And not be afraid of the people around you.” You let out a shuddering breath and nod.
“Fine. What is it exactly that you’re offering? You say you want to help me. Why? Why do you want to help me so badly? And how do I know you’re not just doing this so you can have him?”
She scoffs, the very idea of having him making her feel uneasy. “After seeing the way he treated you, I don’t want him.”
“How do I know you’re not lying.”
“You don’t. But I wouldn’t be here, begging you to leave him and offering to help you escape if I was lying.” She takes your silence as an acceptance of her words and nods.
“I’ve got a safe house set up. No one knows about it. I can take you there tomorrow morning and-” She stops speaking abruptly, rising to her feet and hurrying to the window. She looks outside then curses.
Three black SUVs pull up in front of the house, Fury stepping out of the one in front while two tactile teams get out of the other ones.
“They know I’m here. They must have followed me.”
She turns back to you, her face unreadable.
“We need to leave, now. If they know I’m here then they know I’m talking to you, trying to convince you to leave. I don’t know what Fury has planned but I know it won’t end well for you. Especially not after you stabbing James.”
You rise to your feet quickly, turning to the door as you hear footsteps clomp up the stairs.
“Out the window, c’mon.” You follow her to the window and right as she’s opening it, the bedroom door bursts open.
“Agent Romanoff.” Natasha freezes, turning around and staring at Fury.
“Fury,” she says, voice lacking emotion.
“I think you know what needs to happen here,” he says. Steve and Bucky come up on either side of him, Steve with his arms crossed over his chest and Bucky with a blank look on his face.
“I’m not going to let you get away with this. We’re supposed to be better than HYDRA. Kidnapping an innocent woman and conditioning her to become a fucking sex slave? No! That’s not us!”
“Soldier.” Fury nods to the two of you and Bucky walks over, prying you away from Nat.
“No! Let her go!”
You’re roughly tossed to the ground in the middle of the room and the Soldier grabs Natasha’s flailing figure, stopping her from moving.
“Captain.” Steve grabs you by the arms and hoists you to your feet.
The situation feels like a setup and you glare at the four of them.
“This is your fault!” You snarl, glaring at Natasha. She shakes her head desperately.
“No, (Y/n)! I didn’t know they’d come, I swear!” You shake your head.
“You’re weak people. You’re weak fucking people! You act like you’re all high and mighty but you’re fucking cowards who can’t deal with the problems you’ve created!”
“Oh, we can deal with them. You’re a prime example of that.” You stop squirming to stare at him, eyes widening as he pulls a gun from his pocket.
“You’re a fucking coward! You’re a pathetic excuse of a man and you’re going to rot in hell for everything you’ve done! For the lives you’ve taken! You’re going to die a slow and painful death and you’ll suffer!”
You stomp on the captain’s foot and he jolts back a step, allowing you to slide out of his grasp and onto the floor.
The click of the gun has everyone freezing and you stare up at the man holding the gun to your head.
“Nick, don’t! You’ve got no reason to kill her! Let her go! We can start her up with a new life! A new home. No one will know! Just please, she’s done nothing wrong,” Nat pleads, wriggling in the Soldier’s hold. His eyes are hollow, nothing like the steely grey you’ve come to know.
“She stabbed one of my best men and kidnapped my best woman. Why shouldn’t I?”
Your heart pounds against your ribs, each beat shaking your skull. Your fingertips tremble and your palms are clammy as you stare at the one eye of the man who means to kill you.
“Because then we’re the monsters she thinks we are. She’s scared. She’s terrified of us. But we can show her we aren’t the bad guys. Please.”
Your chest heaves and you can feel tears prickling your eyes but you don’t let them fall. If this is your last moment, you won’t let it be one of weakness.
“We have a chance to prove that we’re the good guys. Don’t pass it up,” Natasha whispers.
Fury eyes you for a moment longer, then glances over to the redhead.
She’s pleading with her eyes. He doesn’t look away from her as he addresses you.
“Miss (Y/l/n), we thank you for all you’ve done for us and your sacrifice, but the position is being terminated. We are no longer in need of your services.”
Nat’s opening her mouth to protest but a gunshot rings out loud and clear, silencing her before she could say a word.
Your body collapses on the carpet, red spilling from the hole in your head.
Natasha’s scream of anguish makes Steve visibly flinch, and the fight returns to her body.
“You fucking monster!” She shrieks, tears blurring her vision as she struggles to escape the hold of the monster holding her.
“All of you! You’re all fucking monsters! She was good! She could’ve restarted her life! You’re all disgusting fucking people! How could you?!”
She sobs loudly, eyes on your lifeless body.
“Agent Romanoff, it seems you’ve lost your edge. I think it’s time we re-teach you some things from your past.”
Fury nods to the doorway and the Soldier carries the fighting redhead out of the bedroom, stepping over your lifeless body as if it means nothing.
Steve clenches his jaw, nodding at Fury despite the little voice in his head telling him ‘this is wrong’. That voice gets silenced quickly when Steve remembers what you did and what your purpose was.
The four people leave the house, the Soldier shoving Nat into the backseat of an SUV while Fury gets into the passenger’s seat, a little red book in his lap.
He’ll make this right. So right that no one will remember a thing.
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