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willalove75 · 3 months ago

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hello hello!! I hope you’re doing well and also super congrats on your baby 🎉🎉

Was wondering if you could possibly write more about domestic Alcina based on that one fic you wrote? Maybe something along the lines of a romantic night in together when it’s stormy outside. I’m a sucker for how you wrote her in a domestic and modern setting and I’d love to see more if you wouldn’t mind ^^’

no worries at all if you don’t take this request!! I just super love your writing for Alcina Dimitrescu and it makes me super happy to read your work when I can 🩵🩵

Hiii! Thank you so much! Baby and I are doing great! He’s the best thing in the whole world, I love him so much🥺😭💕

Thank you so much for the request! An idea for this popped into my head immediately when I read this ask and I’ve been super excited to write it since!! I’m so glad you liked my domestic!Alcina so much! She’s so much fun to write in different settings but a modern Alcina always has me in some kind of a chokehold😂

I hope you enjoy!!

Tags/warnings: fluff, smut, teensie bit of degradation kink and mommy kink, and more fluff.

A/N: ITS FINALLY DONE😭 I proof read this once so please ignore any errors or whatever. Or let me know and maybe I'll fix them (wishful thinking lmao) also soft!Alcina is baby.

Rain pelts against the back door while lightning fills the sky with flashes of white. The boom of the thunder makes the house shake. You find yourself curled up on the couch, staring out into the inky, rainy night as you pout. Usually, you’re not one to pout, but tonight, you make an exception. Justifying your sour attitude by telling yourself if anyone else was in your situation, they would be pouting too.

Today is your anniversary with Alcina, a day you were immensely looking forward to. The two of you have been together for a few years now, and every year Alcina would take the reins and plan what the two of you would do on your anniversary. Extravagant vacations, expensive jewelry, on your one year anniversary she even got you a brand new car meanwhile there was nothing wrong with the one you were driving. Alcina spared no expense and always went above and beyond.

This year, however, you begged her to let you plan the day. She could still arrange whatever ridiculous plans she could come up with; because a three year anniversary normally doesn’t call for a two week stay in a luxury resort on a tropical island, but for Alcina, it wasn’t something she thought twice about before booking.

After softening her up with some good sex and puppy dog eyes, Alcina rolled her blue-gray eyes while a smirk pulled at the corner of her lips as she relented.

“Fine, draga. You may plan what we do the day of our anniversary. However, I still fully intend to book the European getaway I’ve been eyeing for you.” You look up into her eyes as you lay on top of her, resting your chin on your arms folded over her chest, a wide smile gracing your features. Before you can speak she holds up her finger to stop you. “Only on one condition.”

Arching your brow at her, you ask “what condition?”

“In the condition that I finance whatever it is you are planning.” You go to argue and she cuts you off again. “Absolutely not, I will not have you spend your hard earned money on our anniversary. You may plan whatever you like, but you’re using my credit card.”

You roll your eyes at her and groan in disapproval. Before you can register her movements, Alcina’s large hand lands a firm smack on your ass. A yelp escapes your lips; your ass is already red, raw and sore from the night's earlier activities.

“Don’t make me spank that attitude out of you my darling. You know I won’t show you mercy.”

Rolling off of Alcina and onto your back, you cup your ass as you let out a whine.

“God damnit!”

Alcina smirks and before you can recover from the sting, you feel her weight settle on top of you.

“So, have we fixed that attitude? Or is a punishment in order?”

“Nooo.” You whine. “Fine, I’ll use your card.”

“Good girl.” Alcina says as she trails her lips and nose up and down the side of your neck, her skin just barely brushing against yours.

After the multiple rounds the two of you just went, you were convinced that you were tapped out for the night. However, in typical Alcina fashion, she knows exactly what to do to elicit a response from your body. As she places feather-light kisses up your neck, her hands slide up from your hips to the dip of your waist. Her hands travel higher until her fingertips are skimming the sides of your breasts. Even with the weight of her breasts on top of yours, you can still feel the sensation of your nipples hardening against her skin.

A familiar wetness forms between your legs for what feels like the hundredth time tonight as Alcina presses her thigh against your cunt. She smirks at how easily she’s able to arouse you. Sitting up, Alcina hooks one of your legs over her hip and rocks into you, grinding her cunt against yours.

“Mmm, I love how wet I can make you with just a few light touches. My sweet, sensitive girl.”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you let out a filthy moan as she picks up the pace. Before you know it, the two of you are rutting against each other, crying out each other's names as you chase your highs together.

The closer your anniversary got, the more excited you were for what you had planned. From morning until night, you had the whole day planned out. For breakfast, you were going to take her to her favorite cafe for coffee and pastries. After breakfast, the plan was to walk to her favorite art museum, which conveniently happened to be only a couple of blocks from the cafe. Knowing Alcina, even though she’s been there hundreds of times, the two of you would be wandering around the museum for hours. Especially since a new exhibit was supposed to open up a couple of weeks before your anniversary. It would be lunchtime by the time you were done at the museum, so you planned to have a picnic set up in the park in her favorite, secluded spot. You spared no expense on buying all of her favorite meats, cheeses, crackers, spreads, and of course, a couple of bottles of her favorite wine: Sanguis Virgnins. After lunch, you planned to walk around the park a bit and then before sunset, head to the beach for a sunset walk along the water. For dinner, you made a reservation at her favorite restaurant that overlooks the ocean. To conclude the evening, you planned to have rose petals scattered across the floor and candles lit around the house to set the mood for a passionate, romantic end to your anniversary.

Everything was set and perfect, now you only had to wait for the day. For days you were on the edge of your seat with excitement, hoping Alcina would love what you’ve curated for the two of you. It wasn’t until yesterday did things go south. A storm warning lit up your phone screen as you and Alcina were having dinner. The storm was supposed to veer off into the ocean and bypass you completely, but as if god himself wanted to shit all over your perfectly planned day, the storm came straight up the coast and landed practically at your front door.

Alcina knew how excited you were to surprise her with the perfect day so she insisted on doing as much as you possibly could. So on the morning of your anniversary, the two of you headed over to the cafe. Even though you were only outside just to get in and out of the car, by the time you finished breakfast and made it to the museum, the two of you were soaked to the bone. To make matters worse, the museum had the air conditioning on full blast, which caused the both of you to shiver as you tried to enjoy the artwork. You weren’t even in the museum for half an hour before you decided to cut your losses and head home.

So here you are, sitting on the couch staring out into the storm and pouting. After you got home, Alcina went to shower. She invited you in but you were too down and didn’t want to bring her mood down also, so you declined her offer and changed into comfy sweats and made your way downstairs to the living room.

“Draga?” Alcina’s voice pulls your focus away from the dark, dreary outdoors.

“Hm?”

“My darling, don’t look so upset.” She says as she makes her way over to you.

“I can’t help it, I am upset! I had the perfect day planned and it got completely shat on.”

Alcina comes to a stop in front of you and lifts your chin to look up at her. When you’re standing you have to crane your neck to look up at her, but when you’re sitting? You basically have to bend your head as far back as it can go.

With her other hand, she cards her fingers through your still-damp hair, gently scratching at your scalp.

“I’m sorry your plans got rained out, draga. But we still have plenty of time to turn this dreary day around.”

You place your hands on her hips, that are practically eye-level with you, and smooth your thumbs over the silk of her robe. “I guess.”

“Besides,” she says as the hand in your hair slides to the back of your head where she slowly grabs your hair by the root, just the way you like it. “You weren’t the only one who planned something for today. And luckily, the inclement weather has no effect on what I have planned for you tonight.”

She gently pulls you up by your hair as she leans down and brushes her lips against yours. “So, what do you say, iubirea mea? Come, show me what you have here.”

Alcina pulls away before you can lean in to kiss her and she grabs your hand, leading you into the kitchen where the spread that was supposed to be for your picnic is laid out on the island.

Picking up a few items and inspecting them, Alcina raises an eyebrow and smirks at you when she recognizes all of her favorite, super fancy meats and cheeses.

“This is quite an impressive spread you have here, draga.”

You pick up a jar of caviar and turn it over in your hands as you speak. “Yeah, this was supposed to be our lunch, which was supposed to be in our favorite spot in the park.”

Alcina’s eyes soften at your words, touched at the thought and little details you put into your plans.

“Well, even though it’s past lunchtime, it would be a shame to let all of this go to waste, don’t you think?” She says, trying to bait you, but you can be just as stubborn as she is. So you just shrug your shoulders, mumbling an “I guess” in response.

She walks around the island and takes the jar of caviar out of your hands. Knowing how much you love her hands, she makes a show of popping the jar open and dipping a tiny spoon into it. When that doesn’t work, she offers you the spoon, knowing damn well you hate caviar. You take one whiff and you scrunch your nose and pull away.

“Oh stop, it doesn’t even have a smell.” She says before popping the spoon in her mouth and slowly closes her lips around it. Always one for theatrics, she slowly pulls the spoon from between her lips and rolls her eyes back and moans in pleasure. “Mmm, delicious.”

When her gray eyes open and meet yours, you can’t help but shake your head and let out a small chuckle at her antics. She leans in to kiss you and you pull back, avoiding her lips.

“Nuh-uh. I am not kissing you when you most certainly taste like fish.”

Alcina rolls her eyes for real this time and sets the jar and spoon down on the counter. To your surprise, she grabs the ball of mozzarella with her hands and pulls a chunk of it off. Splitting the piece in two, she leans her head back and drops the cheese into her mouth. After a couple of chews, since she is never one to speak with food in her mouth, she swallows it and arches her perfectly manicured brow at you.

“Better?” She says, flatly.

You can’t help but smile at her and nod your head. She leans down and places a soft kiss on your lips.

“Open.” She says once you part, still holding the other piece of mozzarella in her hand.

Opening your mouth wide, she drops the piece of cheese onto your tongue and you happily chew it. This time it's your turn for your eyes to roll to the back of your head and let out a moan - only it’s genuine, you’re not trying to put on a show like Alcina was earlier.

When you open your eyes, you open them to Alcina sticking her finger into her mouth, cleaning off the remnants of the cheese. Your mouth goes dry and your pupils dilate as you watch her. She always knows how to get you going and offers you her other finger to clean, and because you’re a total slut for this woman, you part your lips on command and take her finger into your mouth.

You caress her finger with your tongue a few times before Alcina presses down on it, pinning it in place. Her lips part and her eyes dilate as she looks down at you with her finger in your mouth and she slowly thrusts her finger back and forth across your tongue. With each thrust her finger goes a little deeper and deeper and you whimper around it. After one final thrust that goes deeper than all of the other ones, nearly making you gag, she pulls her finger from your mouth and captures your lips in a kiss. Cupping your face in her large hands, Alcina flicks her tongue into your mouth, once, twice, and as you lean in for a third swipe, she abruptly pulls away.

An actual whine leaves your lips before you can stop yourself and Alcina chuckles, brushing her nose against yours. She pulls away and makes her way back around the island, putting a small plate of food together.

Looking up at you, feigning innocence, she cocks her head to the side and asks “aren’t you going to eat?”

You let out a groan, now that you’re almost uncomfortably wet, you rub your thighs together and make your way next to her. Alcina smirks, knowing just how turned on you are. Her little plan to distract you is slowly coming to fruition.

Some time passes by and you end up sitting on the counter while you and Alcina feed each other different meats and cheeses and refill each other's wine glasses well before they need refilling. She spreads your favorite fig jam on a cracker and puts it between her teeth, offering you the other half. With a giggle, you bite into the other half. As you’re each chewing your piece, in an uncharacteristic move, no doubt fueled by the copious amounts of wine you’ve both had, Alcina presses her lips into yours. You can’t help but laugh as she kisses you while you both have crackers and jam in your mouths and you feel Alcina smile into the kiss. She places both hands on either side of you on the counter, caging you in and continues to kiss all over your face, jaw and neck. In a fit of laughter, you try to lean back but she wraps her arms around you and pulls you to the edge, her hips slotting perfectly between your legs.

By the time her kisses come to a stop, the two of you are giggling like teenagers and you wrap your arms around her neck as you nuzzle into each other. When you pull back, you still have smiles plastered across your faces and you see the sparkle in Alcina’s eyes. When you’re this close to her, you can really see the crows feet in the corners of her eyes and the delicate smile lines that line her perfectly plump lips.

Your heart stutters in your chest at the way she looks at you so lovingly. It still amazes you that you were able to melt the heart of the self-proclaimed Ice Queen. There was a time where you weren’t sure if you were ever going to get past the layers and layers of walls she had built up over the years before you met. It took time and patience, but she slowly let her walls come down brick by brick. There were a few times where you thought you were never going to see the real her and you debated on ending the relationship. Alcina always seemed to know when you were reaching that breaking point and even though it was hard and wildly uncomfortable, she tore down a few more walls and let you further in. She showed you the scared girl underneath that cold exterior. The girl that was terrified of having her heart broken again, each time you saw past another wall you melted for her.

There was one time where you were literally walking out the door after an argument over her keeping you at arms length. The only thing that stopped you was the way her voice cracked when she called after you. When you turned around you saw her lips trembling and tears threatening to roll down her cheeks. That night she broke through the rest of her walls and let you completely in. She told you things she’s never told anyone else before. Told you about her childhood, her tumultuous relationship with her family, how they tried to marry her off just to get rid of her. She poured her heart out to you and you knew then and there that no matter what else happened, you were going to be the one that protected her fragile heart from then on.

“What?” Alcina asks as she stares back into your eyes.

“Nothing.” You say as you shake your head. “I just love you so much, Alcina.”

“Și eu te iubesc atât de mult, draga mea.”

(I love you so much too, my darling)

Alcina takes your wine glass from your hand and sets it down next to hers on the counter. Before you can protest she silences you with a kiss. It starts out soft and slow, but before you know it your kisses become more passionate, more frenzied. Her hands slide from your hips to underneath your ass and you grab the hair at the back of her head with one hand and hook your other arm around her neck.

In one swift movement, Alcina lifts you off of the counter and you squeal into her lips. Instinctively, you wrap your legs around her waist. She carries you up the stairs as if you weigh nothing, and heads into the bedroom. Often times when the two of you get to this stage, since it’s not the first time she’s carried you into the bedroom, Alcina will unceremoniously toss you onto the bed and either pounce on you, or torture you by making you wait. As you brace yourself to be tossed, you’re surprised when her grip on you tightens and she gently lays you down, allowing some, but not all, of her weight to rest on top of you.

Alcina looks at you in the most tender way. Her eyes take in every detail of your face and you can’t help but do the same, admiring her naturally long eyelashes, the blues and grays that swirl in her irises, and her lipstick-free lips that look all too kissable. She brushes a stray lock of hair out of your face before cupping your cheek and capturing your lips in a soft yet passionate kiss. The kiss intensifies when you feel her lick against your lips and you eagerly let her in. More of her weight settles on top of you when you pull her closer, her hips slotted perfectly between your legs. As you’re reveling in the feeling of her on top of you, Alcina takes you by surprise by taking your bottom lip between her lips and sucking on it, drawing out a moan from your lips. She nips at it before letting it go and dives in for a hungrier kiss. You can’t help but roll your hips into her as she claims your mouth, and she groans into the kiss, rolling her hips into you in response. If she was wearing her strap right now she’d be buried to the hilt and the thought sends a shiver down your spine.

Chuckling at feeling you shiver, she rolls her hips into you again and again, a little harder each time. You desperately try to grind into her but there just isn’t enough friction at this angle and you let out a pitiful whine before you can stop yourself. Alcina smiles into the kiss and slows down before pulling away. She rubs her thumb across your eyebrows, softening the furrow that developed between them once she stopped kissing you.

“Do you want your present now, sweet girl?” She asks as her fingers dance across your skin.

“Mhm.” You hum, nodding at her with a smile.

“As you wish. There are just a few things that need to be done before you get your present.”

“Like what?”

“Well, first things first, this,” she says, tugging at your sweatshirt. “Needs to go.”

Alcina sits back on her heels, giving you space to sit up. Her hands slide under your sweatshirt, letting out a purr when she feels bare skin underneath her fingertips.

“Nothing underneath? Today must be my lucky day.” She teases.

She helps you pull your sweatshirt up, her hands stopping at the sides of your ribs. You pull it over your head and toss it onto the floor. She guides you to lay back down, each of her hands palming a breast as you fall back into the mattress. Cold fingers send a chill down your spine, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin and your nipples to harden at the touch. Alcina gropes and massages them before squeezing one and dragging her tongue across a hardened peak. A gasp of surprise escapes from your lips and you hum and roll your hips as she mirrors the action on the other side.

Alcina peppers your chest with kisses and small bites, soothing over each sting with her tongue. Once she is satisfied with the marks she left, her fingers hook into the waistline of your sweatpants.

“Next, these need to go as well. May I?”

Your hips roll at the question and you nod your head, not wanting to let her hear the desperation in your voice.

Alcina lets out a tsk.

“Use your words.” She reprimands.

“Yes, god, take them off!”

“Good girl.” She says with a chuckle and she begins to pull your sweatpants down your legs.

Her eyes glow with lust as she pulls them off, realizing you’re bare underneath those as well.

“And no panties either?” She hums. “You spoil me, draga.”

Your sweatpants are cast away, landing somewhere on the bedroom floor and immediately forgotten about. Alcina takes a moment to admire you sprawled out, naked on the bed before her. A faint flush develops on your cheeks and across your chest as her eyes roam over every inch of your body.

“Doamne, ești uluitor.” She whispers to herself.

(“God, you are breathtaking.”)

Even though you’re not sure exactly what it was that she said, you feel your flush deepen and you instinctively cover your face with your hands, a sudden bout of shyness overtaking you.

“No, no, don’t hide.” You can hear the smile in her voice as she takes your hands and pulls them from your face, holding them at your sides but not restraining you. “Let me see you, draga.”

You open your eyes to see her gray-blue eyes staring back at you and you can’t help but smile up at her.

“You are so beautiful, my love.” Alcina says before capturing your lips in a soft kiss.

The kiss doesn’t last long before Alcina pulls away and sits back up. Her hands slide down the hourglass of your waist and down your thighs, coming to a rest at your knees.

“Now, there’s one last thing that needs to happen before you get your present, my sweet girl.”

“What?”

Alcina spreads your legs apart, opening you up wide for her.

“I need you absolutely soaked for what I have planned next.” She says as she drags the back of her knuckles up your already dripping slit, just barely nudging your clit. “Can you do that for me?”

“Yes.” You pant. Her thumb brushes over your clit a few times before slowly circling it. “Fuck, yes, I can.” You moan.

“That’s my good girl.” Alcina says before settling herself between your legs.

She teases your clit with her fingers for a few more seconds and just before you become too impatient, she holds you by the back of your knees, spreads your legs wide, and licks a broad strip up your cunt, flicking your clit with her tongue. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you let out a guttural moan as she repeats the motion over and over again. Just as your legs begin to tremble, Alcina pulls away and removes one hand from your leg. Looking up at her, you see her lips, nose and chin glistening with your arousal and she sucks two of her fingers into her mouth, her eyes never once leaving yours. Heat pools in your belly when she releases her fingers with a pop and they disappear below her. Without taking her eyes off of you, she effortlessly slips them into you. You’re the one who breaks eye contact when she pushes them deep into your pussy and curls them into that spongy spot that makes you see stars.

With your eyes rolling into the back of your head, Alcina nips and licks the inside of your thigh as she gently massages that sweet spot inside. It’s enough to have you moaning her name, but not quite enough to get you where you so desperately want her to take you to. Alcina senses your growing frustration and gently laps at your clit, adding even more pleasure to your body. You don’t feel yourself getting close until she takes the hardened nub between her lips and sucks at it, occasionally flicking her tongue over it. At the first spark of arousal that shoots up your spine, you cry out as your hands grab at Alcina’s head, burying your fingers into her hair.

Just as you’re about to get to the edge, Alcina pulls her fingers out and releases your clit from between her lips. A pathetic whimper leaves your lips and you look down at her in disbelief.

“What-”

“Patience, draga, you can’t come yet.”

“Why not?” You whine.

“Because I said so. Now be a good girl and spread your legs wide. You can take more of me, can’t you, draga?”

“Yes, fuck, please. Fill me.”

“Be careful what you wish for, draga.” She says with a dark chuckle.

Before you can react, Alcina slides three fingers into your cunt and sets a near brutal pace. You collapse back onto the bed with a cry as she fucks you harder and harder. Your legs tremble around her and just as you’re about to reach your peak again, she slows down, taking your impending orgasm with her.

“Fuck!” You cry. “Why?!”

“I already told you, I’m just getting you ready for what’s to come, my love. Patience.”

She thrusts her fingers in and out of you, keeping you right on the precipice of bliss until she’s satisfied with how drenched and stretched out you are.

After edging you once more, Alcina pulls away all together and sits back up.

“I think you’re ready for your present now, don’t you think?”

“God yes, please!”

“Is my sweet girl's tight cunt all wet and stretched out for me?” She teases as she hovers over you.

“Yes, fuck.” You breathe.

Alcina places a soft kiss on your lips and moves off of the bed and towards the walk-in closet.

“I’ll be back in a second.”

You wait, impatiently, for Alcina to return and when she does, she’s holding a double ended strap-on dildo in one hand, a bottle of lube in the other and a towel slung over her shoulder. The dildo is purple and quite large, both in length and girth; it’s easily one of the biggest toys you own. Now you get why Alcina needed you so stretched and wet.

She sees the excitement in your eyes as she makes her way towards the bed and lets out a low chuckle.

“Are you excited about your present, draga?”

With your bottom lip caught between your teeth, all you can do is mumble “mhm” and nod your head; your eyes never straying from the toy in her hand. Your legs unconsciously open wider for her as she approaches.

Alcina kneels in front of you on the bed and guides you to lay back down before popping open the lube. She coats her end in the lube and makes a show of using two fingers to spread her lips wide. You can already see how wet she is and that her clit is enlarged and puffy. It takes all of your self control to stay where you are and not pounce on her and bury your tongue inside of her. Noticing the look in your eyes, Alcina teases you by slowly rubbing the toy between her lips, letting out tiny gasps as she nudges her clit with the tip. Just as you feel yourself begin to clench around nothing, Alcina slides the toy into her cunt and throws her head back, letting out a satisfied moan.

When she looks back down at you, her irises are all but swallowed by her dilated pupils. Wordlessly, she pops open the lube cap again and this time coats your end in it. You think she’s going to wipe the excess off on the towel but instead, she cups your soaked pussy and spreads the remaining lube all over you. She takes you by surprise when she shoves three fingers deep into you again, making you cry out in pleasure. After a few twists and thrusts, she pulls them out and begins stroking the cock jutting out from between her legs.

“Are you ready, sweet girl?”

“Yes, fuck, please. I need it.”

Alcina lets out a chuckle. “We haven’t even started and you’re already begging for my cock? Such a desperate little slut, aren’t you?”

“Mhm.” You whine.

She takes a moment to admire how turned on and eager you are, her eyes focused on your throbbing pussy and she takes her bottom lip between her teeth.

“Look at you, so wet and clenching around nothing already. Since you’re so desperate, you’re going to be a good girl and take mommy’s whole cock. That’s fine with you, isn’t it, draga?”

“Yes! Please, please give it to me. I’ve been so good.” You let out a whine as Alcina rubs the head of the purple strap up and down your drenched slit, just barely brushing over your clit.

“You have been a good girl for me tonight, so I won’t tease you too badly. Let me get you a little more stretched before I fuck you into the mattress. Is that alright, sweet girl?” She asks as she slowly pushes the head between your lips and past the first ring of muscle. It's deep enough for you to clench around, but not enough to get any pleasure from, just the sensation of the head stretching you out.

You whine and try to rock your hips to get her deeper, but Alcina grabs your legs underneath your knees and spreads you wide, holding you in place.

“You’ve been such a good girl this far, don’t make me punish you this early.”

All you can do is whine in response and try to not squirm on the bed. Finally, Alcina decides to stop teasing you and without warning, sinks the entire length of the strap into you and you let out a strangled cry.

“Fuck, I stretched you out so nicely and you’re still so tight.” She says as her eyes flutter from the pleasure she’s receiving from her end of the strap.

Alcina pulls out and thrusts back into you again, she does this a few more times before she begins to lose her composure and she pushes your knees so far backwards they’re practically at your ears. At this angle, with you so spread, Alcina is able to pull out and fuck you deeper and harder as she sets a pace that causes you to cry out with each thrust.

“Good girl.” She purrs. “Look at you, taking my cock so perfectly. God, I love all of the little noises you make when I fuck you.”

Just as you feel like your orgasm is about to build, Alcina switches her pace and bottoms you out, with her hips flush against you and begins to grind the cock deep into your pussy. A surprised gasp escapes your lips and you whimper each time she grinds into you.

“Oh fuck! Alcina!”

“I know baby, it feels so good doesn’t it? That’s it, keep taking it.”

Outside, the storm begins to pick up. The room is occasionally lit up by the lightning cracking across the sky and the thunder continues to shake the house. But with Alcina being buried so deep inside of you, neither of you give it any attention.

The room is filled with the sounds of both of your moans and cries and the sound of her hips slamming into you over and over again. Alcina lets go of your legs and you wrap them around her, keeping her close. Your arms wrap around her neck and you pull her down into a sloppy kiss of clashing teeth, tongues and noses. She bites down on your lower lip, nearly breaking the skin and you rake your nails down her back as she rails into you over and over again. She cries out from the mixture of pleasure and pain from your nails. One of her hands wraps around your neck, just the way you like it, and she adds a slight amount of pressure to the sides.

“You take my big cock so well. Look at you, such a perfect little fuck toy for mommy, aren’t you?”

“Yes! Fuck.” You whine as your eyes roll back.

“God, you’re so fucking wet for me, I can’t wait to make you explode.” She says with what sounds like renewed determination as she switches her strokes to long, hard ones.

The new pattern causes you to arch your back into her, letting out a guttural moan. Her relentless pounding causes your orgasm to build once more, this time much more quickly. As Alcina feels you begin to clench harder and tense around her, she lets out a dark chuckle.

“You’re so close already, I can feel how hard you’re clenching. You want to come so badly, don’t you, my sweet girl?” All you’re able to muster is a whimper and a slight head nod. “Tell me, tell me how badly you want to come.”

“So fucking bad. Please, please don’t fucking stop.”

“Oh, I won’t. I’m nowhere near done with you, draga. Especially not before you give me what I want.”

Knowing what she means, you let out a whine and tightly grasp at the hair on the back of her head. Alcina reaches between your bodies and her thrusts falter for just a moment. Before you can even complain, the cock begins to vibrate inside of you and you cry out for her.

“That’s it, draga, that’s it. Don’t fight it, give it to me my love.” She says in an unexpectedly soft tone, especially given how hard she’s fucking you; but you’re too far gone to really notice.

After a few hard thrusts you’re right on the edge and you can hear how wet you are each time she slams into you.

“Fuck, Alci, fuck, please, please, make me, I’m gonna-”

Before you can finish your ramblings, your orgasm hits you like a bus. Your back arches off of the bed and your eyes roll to the back of your head. A scream rips through your vocal cords as the intense pleasure takes over your body. As Alcina fucks you through it, you feel a rush of liquid between the two of you. Your orgasm gets splattered across your thighs and lower stomach as Alcina’s thrusts continue until your body collapses back onto the bed. She slows her pace and comes to a stop, the strap still nestled deep inside of you as you clench around it while your body trembles from the intensity of your orgasm.

Alcina buries her face into your neck and you feel her panting against you as she catches her breath. When you finally come back into your body, because you’re pretty fucking sure you soul was separated from you for a few minutes, you run your fingers through Alcina’s hair and hold her close.

“Holy shit.” You pant. “That was crazy.”

“That was so fucking hot.” Alcina mumbles into your neck. “I don’t think I’ve ever made you squirt that much before, we’re fucking drenched.”

You let out a breathy chuckle and Alcina presses a kiss into your skin. She sits up and slowly pulls out of you and you whine from the loss.

“Oh hush, don’t think I’m done with you just yet.” She says with a devious smile. “I still have to come.”

“How you didn’t during that is actually insane.”

“I came close a few times, but that’s not how I want you when I do. And as you well know, I usually get what I want.”

You can’t help but laugh at her arrogance. Does she usually get what she wants? Of course she does. But you have her wrapped so tightly around your finger that more often than not, you get what you want too.

“Oh? Then how do you want me?”

“Ready for more already?” She asks with an arched brow.

“I will be, I just need a minute.”

Alcina leans down and pulls you into a passionate kiss. Your tongues dance around each other as your hands wander across your bodies. After a couple of minutes, Alcina pulls away and has you flip onto your stomach. She begins to pull your hips up and you get up onto all fours. Before you can get comfortable, you feel Alcina’s strong grip on the back of your head as she pushes you down onto the pillows, face down, ass up.

“Just like that.” She says as she holds your head down and spreads your legs wider.

Even though you’re drenched, Alcina still pops open the lube and coats the toy in it again. Both of you agree, there’s never such a thing as too much lube. Plus, the last thing she wants is to subject you to any kind of friction burn. The two of you have been down that road before and even though it wasn’t the worst thing in the world, it definitely put a damper on the night and kept you out of commission for a couple of days.

She rubs the toy against you a couple of times before slipping it back in. A few slow, long, deep thrusts have you mewling beneath her and you hear her smirk with pride at how easily she can unravel you.

“For my final gift to you tonight,” She says as she keeps her thrusts steady. “You can come as many times as you want.” You let out a satisfied moan that turns into a cry as she thrusts hard into you. “Don’t get too excited, there is a catch.” She says as she returns to her slower pace. “You can come as many times as you want, but I won’t stop until I come. Alright?”

You know if you used your safe word she would stop in an instant. As torturous as the orgasms she forces upon you can be, they’re also other-worldly and there’s definitely a part of you that never wants them to stop, even if you’re a trembling, overstimulated mess.

Eager for her to start, you whine a “mhm” and nod your head. A sharp smack lands on your ass and you yelp both from the surprise and the sting.

“Use your words. Do you understand me?” She says as her tone darkens and the grip on your hair tightens to the point of almost being painful.

“Yes! I can come over and over again and you won’t stop until you come.”

Another sharp slap meets your ass and Alcina immediately soothes it by running her hand over the mark that is definitely starting to develop.

“Good girl. Now be a good little slut and take my cock like the perfect little toy you are.”

Alcina immediately sets a brutal pace, slamming her hips into your ass over and over again. Even if you tried, you wouldn’t have been able to keep the moans and whimpers from slipping through your lips. The grunts coming from behind you as Alcina fucks you spurs you on and you rock back into each thrust, causing her to let out a groan.

“Fuck, good girl.” She says, smacking your ass again. “I love your cunt, taking my cock so perfectly.”

The first orgasm hits you hard and you cry out as you tremble underneath her. It came faster than you were expecting but you’re too blissed out to care that this will inevitably be the first of many orgasms in this position.

Alcina’s pace doesn’t falter or slow down as you come and you whine from the slight overstimulation.

“I told you, draga, I’m not stopping until I come.” She says between pants.

The next two orgasms come one right after the other and you cry out while you shake underneath her. Alcina tightens the grip on your hair and pushes you harder into the mattress while she digs her fingers so hard into your hip there’s no way there won’t be small bruises there later tonight.

You lost count of how many times she made you come by the time you feel yourself losing steam. Her thrusts begin to falter just a bit, signaling she’s getting close. Cracking open one of your eyes, you see Alcina in your peripheral. Her eyes are screwed shut and her lip is caught between her bottom teeth. She tries to keep quiet but you can still hear the small moans and whimpers that escape from her as she gets closer to her release.

With a renewed determination, you slam your hips back into each of her thrusts and she lets out a groan of pleasure.

“Oh fuck, draga, good girl. God, yes!” She says as she throws her head back.

Alcina stops holding back her moans and her thrusts start to lose their rhythm, her low moans and whimpers get higher and higher the closer she gets to her release.

After one high-pitched moan, you can feel the hand in your hair begin to tremble and she releases her grip. Alcina falls forward until there isn’t an inch of room between your bodies, catching herself on her hands that landed on either side of you. She buries her face into your neck and sinks the strap deep into you before grinding down. The closer she gets, the sweeter her moans are when she cries into your skin. With her forehead resting against your cheek, you sink your fingers into her tousled hair, holding her against you.

“Baby, I - I’m gonna -” she whimpers softly into you. “Oh, oh! Oh fuck!”

Her body trembles on top of you and as she fucks herself through her orgasm crying out your name. You hit your peak once more and try to grind back into her as much as you can with her laying on top of you. Your bodies tremble in overstimulation as you both slow down, loud moans and cries softening into quiet whimpers and panting breaths.

The two of you lay there for a couple of minutes as you catch your breaths and come down from your highs.

“I just need a moment and then I’ll get off of you. I’m sorry, I must be crushing you.” She says softly. You can hear the vulnerability in her voice that she lets through only when she’s with you in the privacy of your bedroom.

For someone who is so strong and confident in herself and her body, Alcina also holds many insecurities about her size. She’s learned to accept and embrace the space she takes up, but in quieter moments, she’s opened up about how there are days she hates feeling like a giant. Especially when you’re so small compared to her, with nearly a foot in height difference between the two of you, she often worries about putting all of her weight on you, or afraid she’s going to do something that will hurt you.

She moves to get up and the hold you have on her hair tightens, keeping her against you.

“No, it’s okay, I’m fine.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t. I like the feeling of your weight on me. It makes me feel safe.” You quietly admit.

“Are you just saying that?”

“Nuh-uh.” You hum. “I promise. I always feel so well protected by you, but when you’re on top of me like this, I feel like nothing in the world can hurt me.” You say as you do your best to nuzzle into her.

It takes a few moments of an inner battle inside of Alcina before you feel her relax, the rest of her weight settling on top of you. After a quick wiggle to adjust so you can breathe, you let out a content sigh and you scratch at your scalp. Alcina snakes her hands underneath you and holds you tight.

You feel something wet on your shoulder just as you hear Alcina sniffle above you.

“Baby? What’s wrong?” The concern in your voice is thick and you try to turn your head towards her as much as you can.

Alcina shakes her head and takes a quivering breath in.

“I’m alright.”

“Baby why are you crying?” This time you try to turn your body a little to get a better look at her but she keeps you pinned in place.

“Thank you.” She whispers.

“For what, honey?”

“For loving me. All of me. You have no idea how much I treasure you.”

“Can I look at you?” You ask.

Alcina nods her head and slowly pushes herself off of you before sliding out the toy still buried in you. As you roll over, Alcina removes her end of the you and tosses it onto the towel at the end of the bed. Stretching your arms out towards her, Alcina crawls into them and you place a kiss at the top of her head, holding her tight.

She sniffles again and you pull back from her and place your knuckles under her chin, raising her gaze to look up at you, as she’s done to you countless times.

“I love you so much. Every inch of you. Every part of you, even the parts you don’t like about yourself, I love them and I always will.”

Looking into her gorgeous eyes, she looks up at you innocently. Alcina may be a lot of woman, but in moments like this you see the young girl she keeps buried inside of her. With all six foot three of her curled into you, you can’t help but cuddle her like she’s your size.

Alcina slides her hand into your hair and pulls you into a deep kiss. It was the kind of kiss that made up for when words failed. The kind that conveyed so much love it made your heart nearly burst.

When your lips part you wipe the trail her tears left behind and she lets out a huff before sitting up and wiping her eyes.

“Ugh, well this wasn’t part of the plan!”

You let out a chuckle while rubbing your hands over her thighs.

“Maybe not, but I do love when you’re soft.” Alcina rolls her eyes at you. “What? I love seeing the soft side of my big, bad, intimidating girlfriend.” You say as you wrap your arms around her waist and rest your chin on her chest, looking up at her.

Alcina playfully rolls her eyes at you before wrapping her arms around you and pulling you back down onto the mattress. You let out a surprised squeal and laugh as she pulls you down.

“I’ll show you big, bad, and intimidating.” She says, flippantly snapping her teeth at you.

“Oh no, I’m so scared!” You say with almost too much sarcasm in your voice as you laugh.

Alcina scoffs at you.

“Don’t be fresh!” She says as she goes to tickle you.

“No! No, no, no!” You yelp, trying to squirm away from her.

“Oh no, you’re not going anywhere!”

The two of you end up in a pile of limbs and laughter before she finally gives up on tickling you. The drastic shift of moods tonight has you absolutely wiped but Alcina convinces you to shower with her before going to sleep.

Once you’re both done and ready for bed, you notice the rain has finally stopped and all you hear outside is the sound of frogs croaking in the distance. Alcina holds you against her and kisses your forehead.

“I truly am sorry your plans got rained out today, draga.” She says. “Perhaps we can reschedule what you had planned for next weekend?”

“You really want to do that?”

“Of course I do! You put so much time and effort into it. All of the little details you decided to add, like my favorite foods or my favorite museum, it means so much to me that you wanted to do all of those things with me for our anniversary.”

“Well, yeah. I have fun when you have fun. Besides, it’s not like I get many opportunities to woo you.” You say with a smirk.

Alcina laughs and kisses the side of your head.

“We shall have to remedy that, then.” She puts her fingers under your chin and guides you to look up at her. “Happy anniversary, draga mea. Ai toată inima mea. Te iubesc atât de mult îngerul meu.” (You have my whole heart. I love you so much my angel).

“Happy anniversary, Alcina. I love you.”

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puck-luck · 4 months ago

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There’s not enough Dawson fics on here and I feel like you’re my dealer lol 😂 can I request a Dawson fic where he’s all riled up after that last game with the rangers (ya know where he was in the fight but not the line brawl?) and as soon as he sees his girl he lets out all that energy? Like maybe they don’t even get to the apartment and they get that car rockin 👀

(His fight in that game just isn’t talked about enough)

warnings: semi-public sex (locker room), oral (m!receiving) pairing: dawson mercer x fem!reader summary: (see above) wc: 1174

You know that the locker room is a sacred space for the players. You’ve seen other WAGs enter, but you’d never dared to enter the room until now. You had never really wanted to go in the locker room anyway, since it’s smelly and an entirely-too-masculine type of messy.

However– Dawson was ejected for the rest of the first period for fighting Will Cuylle. Your boyfriend, who is usually the kind to trade legal hits with players, was ejected for fighting. It’s abnormal behavior for him and you need to know what’s going on– what’s wrong.

“Dawsy, baby, what happened out there?” You ask, knocking softly on the doorframe of the locker room. You peek around into the dressing area, seeing your boyfriend sitting half-dressed in front of his locker. His head is in his hands and he only looks up once you speak.

He rolls his eyes and shakes his head because he knows his response isn’t good enough. “Just got frustrated,” he grumbles. “First Ruff is fired, which is hard because it was the middle of the fucking season. We can barely fucking function with a head coach, but we’re a wreck without a proper coaching staff. We’ve got too many fucking injuries on the team right now, too, and then we have to play the Rangers? We fucking hate those guys and they hate us. This game is shit.”

“Babe,” you say, frowning. “You can’t think like that. You won’t win like that.”

Dawson sounds a little hysterical with anger when he replies to you. “I don’t really give a shit about winning right now.”

His tone strikes you at first, sparking frustration of your own, but you’ve always been a more level-headed person. You tilt your head to the side and look at Dawson, saying nothing.

He turns his palms up and gestures helplessly at you. “I’m just–”

“I know, honey,” you murmur. You sink down to sit next to him, touching his jawline gently. “You’re having a hard game.”

Dawson melts into your touch, groaning lowly. You can feel that he’s disappointed with himself, but also with the game in general.

“Where are the other ejectees?” You ask, making light of the moment.

“Up in the box, watching in their suits with plenty of food and drink,” Dawson tells you, pouting slightly. “I want to go back on the ice, but I wouldn’t complain if I got to go upstairs and hang out for the rest of the night.”

“Well, baby, you know they’ll be doing sprints tomorrow to make up for the shifts they missed,” you say. “Be glad you don’t have to do that.”

“Mhm,” Dawson hums. He takes your hand and squeezes it.

After a beat of silence, you bite your lip. “So, we’re alone in the locker room.”

“Mhm,” Dawson hums again.

A smile creeps across your face. “Take your pants off.”

Dawson perks up, looking at you with a surprised blink.

You continue. “Dawsy, chop-chop. You know how we handle your frustration at home. We’re all alone in the locker room. Take your pants off.”

“Can’t believe you’re going to make me dress for the game all over again,” Dawson teases, but he’s already unlacing the padded shorts and shifting them down.

He gives you just enough room to work with. You’re able to pull him out of his underwear, albeit hindered a little bit by his cup. He’s sweaty from the game so far. You can smell it on him, which sucks because he stinks but is wonderful because he feels just that much more turned on by this.

The head of his cock is salty in your mouth. It takes one purse of your lips around his cock for Dawson’s hand to find the hair on the back of your head. He gathers it into a bundle for him to hold onto, then starts to guide your movements.

You relax, widening your jaw as much as you can so that Dawson can fill your mouth the way he wants to.

That’s the key part of this– he was frustrated, so he has to solve his problem. You’re just the conduit.

“Fuck, baby, so nice,” Dawson drawls. He pushes your head down, gagging you slightly before he lifts you up. “Love it when you take what I give you.”

You hum around his cock, gargling a little on your response. “Then give it to me.”

He definitely doesn’t understand what you said, but Dawson starts to drag you up and down his cock at a faster pace. You love how his thick fingers tug at the roots of your hair. His grip is tight and mind-numbing. The blurt of his precum over your tongue is like the first sip of a drink you’ve craved for hours.

His cockhead nudges the back of your throat, triggering another constriction. He pulls back, then forces forward again.

You look up at him, your eyelashes fluttering with each gag. Tears prickle at the corner of your eyes and you struggle to breathe through your nose, but you’re as perfect as a picture to Dawson. He’d do a lot of things, including getting ejected from the rest of the game, to keep you like this forever.

His pace increases over the next few minutes. You alternate from looking at the hair on his thighs to the sweat that beads along his hairline as he continues to fuck his cock into your mouth. His lips are parted slightly and his breath grows ragged, the telltale sign that he’s close.

With one look at the clock above the door, Dawson knows he needs to finish soon. With your perfect lips around his cock, that isn’t hard to do.

You simply lather your tongue on the underside of Dawson’s length, tracing the veins there in a ticklish way. It has Dawson’s hips jumping into your heat. The tip of his cock hits the back of your throat with every thrust and he holds you close. Even though it’s impacting your breath and making you lightheaded, you stay. The proximity is making you a little wet, too.

Dawson comes down your throat with only a few minutes to spare before the period ends. It gives him enough time to pull his gear back on and cover himself, to smooth your hair out of your face and run his fingers through it like that’s as good as a comb, and to plant one brief kiss on your lips before you have to sneak out of the room. The rest of the boys will be returning any minute. You’d hate to be caught in their sacred space.

You don’t have to ask Dawson if he’s feeling better– you can see the way his game improves once you’ve helped him release his frustration. The only proof of his frustration, other than the footage that was televised across the nation, lies in your stomach– swallowed down in a way Dawson aches to repeat after Chris Kreider scores in the last five minutes to defeat the Devils.

notes: the idea of being someone's fic dealer is so funny to me and i love it. i'll be y'all's dealer any day!

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candycandy00 · 1 year ago

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The Doll House - A Geto Suguru x Reader Fanfic Part 3

You sell yourself to a brothel to feed your family and Geto Suguru is in charge of training you to be the perfect submissive sex doll.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Read Toji’s Part Here!

Read Nanami’s Part Here!

Read Sukuna’s Part Here!

Read Gojo’s Part Here!

Read Choso’s Part Here!

AU! Each trainer will get their own story! This is Geto’s. I’m not sure how many parts it will have. If you’d like to be tagged in future parts, let me know! You must be an adult to be tagged! Any feedback whatsoever is adored!

Smut. 18+. Dubcon. Submission. Extreme humiliation. Voyeurism. Light degradation. Masturbation. Oral sex. Fingering. Public nudity. This Divider by @benkeibear!

Over the course of the next two weeks, you settle into a routine with Suguru. Certain things happen every single day, without fail.

Every morning the two of you have breakfast in the dining hall. You’re still extremely embarrassed to be naked in front of those people, but it’s gotten a little easier. Two of the trainers, Nanami and Choso according to Suguru, never stare at you. Just once, the one called Nanami almost bumped into you as he was getting a plate of food. He politely apologized, seemingly making a point of not looking at your nakedness.

The one named Choso only looked at you one time. A blush crept across his pale features and he quickly looked away. Toji sometimes looks at you and winks if he catches your eye. It bothered you at first but now he seems like a friendly face in the room. His doll occasionally comes to the dining hall, always in various states of undress, once completely naked like you. She pays no mind to any eyes that might be on her, and Toji often has to urge her back to his room to put some clothes on.

Satoru, or Gojo as everyone besides Suguru calls him, makes a nuisance of himself regularly. He walks over to your table and makes a show of looking you over, sometimes making comments about your body. Suguru scolds him and shoos him away, but he always comes back, dragging his pitiful doll with him on a leash.

Sukuna mostly keeps to himself. He occasionally speaks to the other trainers but never to any of the dolls. Sometimes he looks you up and down just because he’s noticed that it bothers you. He seems to enjoy making other people uncomfortable, and laughing at their misfortune.

After breakfast the two of you always return to Suguru’s room, where he makes you masturbate while he watches. Sometimes you do it on the floor, sometimes in his bed or on a chair. It’s a little less embarrassing now. You’ve gotten used to Suguru seeing every little inch of your body, to his dark eyes gazing at your fingers as they glide over your moistened clit. He says that eventually, you won’t be able to cum without your master watching.

At least twice a day, you suck Suguru’s cock. You feel like you’ve gotten pretty good at it, since you can make Suguru cum much faster than when you first got here, and sometimes he even lets out a moan. Usually, he’s too measured, too controlled, to make noise. But when you can draw those quiet sounds out of his throat, you feel like a fucking goddess.

Some evenings Suguru pleasures you with his hands, never inserting more than one finger, and even then not very deeply. You’re glad that he’s not trying to push you too far in that regard. But….

He’s still never fucked you. You remain a virgin even though you’re constantly naked in a man’s room, doing various other sex acts with him. You can’t help wondering why he’s waiting.

You want him to take your virginity. You want to feel his cock throbbing inside you. You want to look up at his beautiful face as he becomes the first man to make love to you. Of course you’re scared. You’re terrified. But you know Suguru won’t intentionally hurt you, that he’ll be gentle with you. His touches are always soft, careful, soothing.

A terrible thought creeps into your mind. What if he’s keeping you a virgin for your eventual owner? What if you’re worth more that way? Just thinking about it nearly drives you into a panic. The thought of being with someone other than Suguru makes you feel sick. The thought of never having Suguru inside you makes you want to cry.

You realize you’re doing the one thing a doll must never do: you’re falling in love with your trainer. You tried to fight it, tried to deny it to yourself, but it’s happening. There’s no stopping it now. You know you’ll have to separate from him in a few weeks, and that will be unbearably painful. But you’d like to at least make the most of the time you have with him.

After lunch today, Suguru unties his hair and lets it spill over his shoulders like water, then he hands you a brush. He sits on the edge of the bed, you on your knees behind him. You love it when he lets you do this, when you get to run your hands through his dark silky hair as you brush it. The strands feel like liquid as they pass through your fingers. It’s such an intimate moment between the two of you, it makes your heart swell.

You lean around to look at his face. “Master Suguru?”

His eyes are closed as he enjoys the feeling of you brushing his hair. “Yes?”

“I think I’m ready to have sex.”

His eyes snap open. He turns and looks at you silently for a moment, then a seductive grin spreads over his features. “Oh? Is my slutty little virgin feeling unsatisfied?”

You’re not sure how to respond to that. You don’t think “unsatisfied” describes what you’re feeling at all. It’s more like a longing for him, a hunger. But you don’t have the chance to think more about it, because Suguru suddenly turns his whole body around and, in one smooth motion, climbs onto the bed and pins you down on your back.

Is this it? Is he finally going to take you? Your heart races, your face flushes with color, you look up at him with wide eyes, anticipation flooding your thoughts.

He stares down at you, his hair falling over him, brushing over your skin, his eyes glittering, his sensuous mouth slightly open. You want him. You want him more than you’ve ever wanted anything in your life.

You wish he would kiss you, but he doesn’t. He doesn’t take his clothes off either. You see him naked every night in the shower, but you want to feel his sculpted body against yours. He slides down your body, toward the foot of the bed, then pushes your legs apart. You feel such excitement, such delicious fear, that you can barely breathe. You wait for him to unbuckle his belt, to pull out his cock and finally take your virginity… but he doesn’t.

He leans his face down and kisses your wet, heated flesh. You shiver at the feeling of his sweet lips on your most delicate place. Then his warm fingers open your folds, and his mouth is upon you. His tongue circles your clit, his lips gently suck it, his saliva spills over you, mingling with your own arousal.

You reflexively buck your hips, moaning out, “Master Suguru!” as unimaginable pleasure wracks your body. You’ve never felt anything so amazing in your life. You raise your head to look down at him, and it’s like an angel is between your legs, his glossy hair grazing over your inner thighs as he moves, his eyes glancing up at your face.

Shallow, hitching breaths escape your mouth as you shudder under his ministrations, your legs twitching, your chest rising and falling rapidly. “So… so good… feels so good, Master Suguru!”

He lifts his face slightly to grin at you, then he plunges his tongue inside you, slowly dragging it back out and then licking your clit. Your back arches up, your legs spreading even wider as you moan. “Please… can I cum, Master?”

“Hold on,” he says, his lovely voice against your skin sending vibrations through you. “You can do that, right?”

“Ahh… I can’t, Master Suguru… it feels too good!” You writhe on the bed beneath him, one of your hands wadding up the covers in a vice grip, the other going to his hair, and then quickly pulling away. “C-can I touch your hair… please?”

He stops and looks at you again. “You can do whatever you like with my hair,” he tells you with a smile, then his tongue is inside you again.

Your right hand flies to his head, where it grips several strands of shiny black hair. Even in your dazed, lusty state, you’re careful not to pull too hard, not to hurt him. You could never.

He makes a sound when you’re grabbing his hair, half groan, half growl. It’s the hottest sound you’ve ever heard, and his lips clamp onto your clit, pulling on it as he suckles the tiny nub.

Your whole body is jerking, convulsing, as pleasure washes over you. “Please… let me cum, Master Suguru!”

“Go ahead,” he finally says, raising up to watch your orgasming face. It’s such an intense climax that tears fill your eyes, leaving you whimpering as you ride out the feeling.

Exhausted and feeling emotional, you look at Suguru as he stands up from the bed. Your mind is hazy with lust and pleasure, your eyes glazed. “Please… fuck me, Master Suguru.”

He seems to freeze in place, gazing down at your teary eyes. He doesn’t say anything.

You squirm on the bed, opening your thighs. “I want to feel you inside me… please! I need your cock in my virgin pussy!”

You’ve never said things like this before. You don’t know what’s happening to you. All you know is that you’re desperate for him.

There’s fire in those dark eyes of his, a raging desire even you can recognize. He wants to fuck you, but he’s holding back. Why? You can’t understand it. He looks away from you, as if the sight of you spread out before him in his bed, begging for his cock, is too difficult to resist.

“Why are you in such a hurry?” his quiet voice asks as he sits down on the edge of the bed, still not looking at you.

Your senses are starting to return, like you’re fully waking up from a dream. “I’m scared, Master Suguru,” you say, rolling over and getting to your knees in the bed. “I’m scared that the training will end and you’ll send me away without ever having sex with me.”

He glances at you sideways. “Why does that scare you?”

A blush creeps over your face. “Because I don’t want anyone else to take my virginity. I want you to be the first man inside me.”

His eyes widen slightly, and again you see a flicker of that raging inferno. But it dies down quickly, leaving a coldness that alarms you.

You put one hesitant hand on his arm, suddenly feeling like he’s pulling away from you even though he hasn’t moved. “I just want it to be you.”

He gets up from the bed and looks at the clock on the wall. “Let’s go get dinner,” he says, casually changing the subject.

“Oh, okay, Master Suguru,” you reply, getting to your feet. You much prefer having dinner in Suguru’s room, but around half the time he insists the two of you go to the dining hall.

You start to walk into the bathroom to clean up, but Suguru stops you. “Come as you are. Let’s go.”

“But… I’m a mess…” You can feel your own juices dripping out of you, coating your inner thighs, making them slick and shiny. It’s very noticeable, not to mention uncomfortable. The other trainers would most definitely notice. Gojo would probably comment on it. The very thought of it makes you feel sick.

He gives you a look that makes you freeze, all the sweetness gone from his voice as he repeats, “Let’s go.”

You still can’t bring yourself to move. “Are you mad at me? Did I do something wrong?”

He opens the door. “Don’t make me repeat myself a third time.”

The cold, emotionless tone of his voice frightens you. He’s never been this way with you, even on the first night. He was pushy and a bit rude, but not… cold. Just minutes ago he was pleasuring you with his mouth, letting you run your hands through his hair. What changed? And why so suddenly?

He’s glaring at you, his eyes narrowing. You head toward the door with your eyes downcast. “Yes, Master Suguru,” you say in a small voice.

Making your way down the hall is misery as you try to keep from leaking any more than you already have. You try to keep your thighs together as much as you can. Once you arrive, Suguru leads you to a table right in the middle of the room, but stops you before you sit down.

“Sit on the table,” he says.

You look at him in confusion. “What?”

He gives you that cold look again. “Sit. On the table. Now.”

You feel a knot forming itself in your stomach as dread fills you. Something’s wrong. Something terrible is about to happen. You clutch his sleeve, your hand shaking. “What’s happening?” you whisper, your eyes frantic. “Master Suguru, I’m scared.”

His eyes meet yours for a moment, then he looks away from you. “Just do as you’re told, or break the contract.”

Your hand slips from his arm, your heart pounding rapidly as you climb onto the table and sit as demurely as possible, your legs dangling off the edge.

“Everyone, can you look over here, please?” he asks in a loud voice, drawing the eyes of everyone in the room. Even Nanami and Choso. You feel yourself beginning to panic.

Once he has everyone’s attention, with a few people stepping closer to find out what’s going on, Suguru moves beside you and says, “My doll is going to put on a little dinner show for you all. We would appreciate it if you all watch till the end.”

You look at his face in shock, tears already falling from your eyes as you finally understand what’s about to happen. “M-Master Suguru…” you begin, but he cuts you off.

“Spread your legs so everyone can see your slutty little pussy. And pleasure yourself until you cum for them.”

Your mouth falls open in horror. You glance out over the room, and the other trainers are all wearing varying degrees of surprised expressions. This tells you one thing: this is not a normal part of his training. This isn’t something he usually makes his dolls do.

You look up at him. “Why are you doing this to me? If… if I’ve done something to anger you, I’m sorry! Just please don’t make me do this!”

A voice speaks up, one you’ve only heard once before. Nanami’s. He looks at Suguru with an expression of disgust. “I’ve told you before that I refuse to participate in your games. I’ve lost my appetite.”

With that, Nanami leaves the room, his confused-looking doll following after him.

Choso is avoiding looking at you, his face seeming very relieved when his own doll leads him away.

That leaves only Toji, Sukuna, Gojo, and Gojo’s doll. But that’s still enough to make this a nightmare.

“Get started,” Suguru tells you, his eyes hard as stone.

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Suguru watches as his doll slowly scoots back on the table, then shyly opens her legs. They’re already trembling. She keeps looking at him with her tear-streaked face, as if he’ll suddenly tell her she can stop.

As she reaches one quivering hand down and starts to touch herself, Suguru wants to look away. He doesn’t want to do this to her. But it was clear this afternoon that she’s grown way too attached to him. He has to take drastic action to kill these feelings she’s developed for him. He has to make her hate him.

She’s openly crying as her hand lightly rubs her slit, and Toji looks away awkwardly. Even Satoru is looking increasingly uncomfortable, his blue eyes darting to Suguru’s face every few seconds as if to ask, “Are you really doing this?”

Only Sukuna seems unbothered, looking like he’s holding back a laugh. Though Suguru gets the distinct impression that he’s the one Sukuna would be laughing at, rather than his doll.

Suddenly the doll stops touching herself, bringing both her shaking hands up to bury her face in them, her body wracked with sobs. She’s falling apart before Suguru’s eyes. She’s not just embarrassed or upset, she’s traumatized!

In alarm, he rushes over, yanking off his oversized shirt and draping it over her. “I’m sorry!” he says, starting to pull her into his arms, “I didn’t realize this would-“

She slaps his hands away, looking at him with red, watery eyes. “Don’t touch me!”

She jumps down from the table, clutching his shirt like a life raft, and runs back down the hall. A few seconds later he hears the door to his room slam shut.

Suguru stands there staring at the sticky wet spot on the table where she’d been, feeling like a monster.

Toji walks by and says, “Not gonna lie, that was really fucked up,” as he heads back to the food table.

Sukuna is already gone, bored now that the scene is over. Satoru shoos his own doll back to their table, but lingers beside Suguru.

“I thought you didn’t enjoy making dolls cry,” he says.

Suguru looks at him. “Do you think I enjoyed even one second of that?”

“So why do it? That was pretty extreme for you.”

Suguru sighs. “She’s in love with me, Satoru. Or she was before this. How could I let that go on? Being sold to her new owner would destroy her if she loves me. I had to cut that attachment off at the root.”

Satoru looks him in the eyes. “Are you sure she’s the one getting too attached?”

Suguru frowns. “What are you trying to say?”

“I’ve seen the way you look at her,” he says, patting Suguru on the shoulder. “You don’t look at her with the eyes of a trainer.”

Suguru scoffs. “Maybe there’s something wrong with your eyes.”

Satoru laughs as he walks back to his table. “I’m gonna stop pretending to perv on her to make you look good. I think you two are past that now.” Then he stops and looks back at Suguru again. “You better go fix this if you can. You might be letting something special slip through your fingers.”

Suguru is left alone then to stew in his own misery. He never wanted to hurt his doll, but now he’s stuck in a position where he has to hurt her in one way or another. Hurt her now by being a cruel trainer, or hurt her later by crushing her heart. The problem is, he doesn’t have the stomach for either. He heads down the hall to his room, dreading going inside. He doesn’t want to see her crying, see her suffering, but he has to face what he’s done. So he takes a deep breath before knocking on his door.

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filmofhybe · 1 year ago

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airport buddies.

🥥 pairing : ot7 x oc! 8th member of enha • GENRE : fluff

WARNING: mention of food , crowding , pushing , Profanity

; AUTHORS NOTE : sudden thought of me being the 8th member of enhypen hit my brain while watching Golden Disc Award. And obviously credit to @srjlvr bc her 8th members works inspired me!

MASTERLIST TO MY OTHER WORK

정원 jungwon

as one of the members in the hyung line, jungwon as the leader, still keeps his eyes on you as fans would be crowding you guys despite them keeping a distance. Because you guys was once mopped at the terminal before and you got really injured, he would tell you to grab onto his bag as you walk towards the exit. He would sometimes tell you to link arms with him, and these sweet moments are captured by fans, speaking up about how attentive jungwon is about previous situations and how he cares about his members safety. You feel really safe around him and your glad he’s taking care of you. (You would also guide him through the crowd if it gets to chaotic.)

“y/n hold onto my bag so you don’t get lost.”

“wonnie I’m fine trust me.”

“no I don’t trust the crowd after what happened. You deserve to stay safe around me.”

“If you insist, but one day I would need to stop doing it because you won’t be with me.”

“DONT GO ALL SAD NOW.”

“IM NOT IM JUST SPEAKING THE-“

“you both shut up please I’m too tired for this argument every damn time.” Your manager chuckled as he watched both of you having the “I need to keep you safe!” Argument every time before stepping out of the terminal.

희 승 heeseung

He treats you to food before you guys board the plane. He knows your morning temper is horrible, having to wake up in early in the morning to get to the airport, than having to deal with flashing cameras before checking in already made your day ten times worse. So when you guys are waiting to bored the plane, he will treat you to something sweet, like a chocolate cookie along with a blueberry muffin. Or just anything you want. He cares about your health especially your body is still growing. (Sometimes you would reject his offer, however he would still buy it just in case you start complaining about how hungry you are on the plane)

“y/n~ let’s go get food shall we?”

“I would love to but I’m tired…” you sigh as you cuddle into your hoodie more, keeping yourself warm.

“come on, let’s go get some food before boarding, you can pick whatever you want.” He smiled as he noticed you jump out of your seat after what he said.

Walking towards a small café, you picked out a cookie and a refresher. Heeseung picked something for each member and himself before paying everything. He watches you munch on your cookie, smiling once again to know that all he needs to do to make you happy is food.

박종성 Park Jeongseong

MR DRAGS YOU ALONG TO SHOP. He’s the person to shop at those designer shop before boarding in his spare time. Even though he has good style, he would always drag you along with him. He thinks you giving him opinions about what he should get makes his purchases worth it. Like he had said before “y/n has better taste than I do, people may not admit it but she really does. I’m glad she is always willing to come shopping with me.” Despite you being so tired, you still enjoy walking around with him. You guys usually come out with around 3 bags of stuff. Fans always assume you both have some spending problem at the airport 😭

does this sweater look better than the other?” Jay placed the black sweater in front of him, holding the other color beside him as he switch in between the two.

“I like the navy blue more. It suits you better… it also matches the Prada sunglasses I got you.” You suggested as you grab the navy blue sweater. Placing in front of his torso.

“Nevermind i agree with you. My jawline stands out more.” He smirks, before trying to escape from your slapping.

“We get it park jeongseong you have sharp ass jawline now get your sweater.”

“Jesus Christ I enjoy shopping with you BUT NOT YOU HITTING ME?!?”

심재윤 Sim Jaeyun

The “I can’t stop gossiping” duo. Oh my gosh you both just can’t stop yapping the moment you step out of the van. Is like you guys are high school best friends talking about the latest gossips. You guys would link arms and whisper into each others ears, but laughing extremely loudly after what you heard from the other. Is the media pressed about your interactions? Sometimes (because they can’t take good pictures of the group without you both not talking) however they enjoy watching you both laughing your ass off to whatever your laughing about at 5 in the morning.

“no because I heard that he’s really bad at singing..” Jake whispers as he links his arms with you. Leaning into you as he tries to tell you the latest updates on the entertainment industry.

“No way I thought she was good enough to make it..”

“bitch he was like iM sUpER sHyYYy iM sUpeR sHY.” Jake intimates whoever he was talking about, making you both burst into laughter behind all your members. The members were confused on the sudden laughter. Who on earth laughs this much at 5 in the morning with camera flashes in their face.

“But who are we to judge…? I mean he tried at least.”

“Stop we can’t be rude at least he tried…”

“Keyword tried..”

The ones to say they shouldn’t be judging after gossiping about it😭 just too unserious

성훈 Sunghoon

The matching fit duo. You both somehow always have matching airport fits. Making favs believe you guys did it on purpose (sometimes). But both of you never complain about it. Because of how good both your stylist it, fans always try to take lots of pics of you when you guys are standing next to each other. But sometimes it’s the opposite, you would accidentally wear his shirt while he is uses your bag. And fans loves how you guys share each others items for time to time. (Ps. They love to question you guys.)

“y/nnie!! Where is your bag from?”

“I don’t know, sunghoon got it. It was the first bag I saw so I took it. I’m so sorry!”

“Is okay!! Sunghoon! Are you and y/nnie matching today?”

“We didn’t mean to match again today. It was by coincidence. Do you guys like it?” Fans started agreeing that they love your matching outfits. You both thanked them for noticing and were both flattered by how cute your fans are.

선우 Sunoo

THE SERVING CUNT DUO!! Because both of your age are really close to each other and you both have basically the same brain cell. You both constantly like to tease each other and laugh at each other. You guys do not care if it’s 12 at night that your at the airport, you guys would do the must random shit ever. Eg. A catwalk while linking arms, or writing on your phones pointing towards each other. “SUNOO SPILLED MY COFFEE.” “I DIDNT YOUR FOOT KICKED IT!!” Sigh the members are tired of you both but I guess they find it kinda funny as well.

“WHY ARE YOU TRYNA EXPOSE ME?!?” You asked sunoo as you watched the younger boy laugh at the message - “Y/N FORGOT TO WEAR SOCKS TODAY!!” On his phone. Ready for fans and media to see.

“YOU ARE EXPOSING ME TOO!?” he gasped as he reads yours - “SUNOO CRIED ON THE WAY HERE BECAUSE HE FORGOT HIS DITTO DOLL!!” You shrugged your shoulders as you quickly stepped out of the van before he can reach you.

Fans and the media captures this funny moment as your members silently laughs at how immature you both are. But they don’t complain at all.

にしむらりき Nishimura Riki

The mother and son duo. Being one of the oldest of the group, and you promising to take good care of Niki. You constantly make sure he is alright and his passport is kept safe with him. Fans starts taking notice that you would hold onto his passport after hd lost it once, and he is comfortable enough to hold onto your bag as you make your way through the crowd. Some even noticed that he would buy you medicine before boarding because he knows you get ill easily while traveling. Lots of people treasure your relationship dearly and they always appreciate how you take care of each other very well. (You take Care of other members as well but most of the time Niki because he’s the youngest.)

Fans and media captures a brief moment of Niki handing you his passport. “y/n can you hold onto my passport so I don’t lose it again?” He whispered beside you. Nodding as you take his passport into your hand.

He grabs onto your purse as you walked through the crowd of people. You would look back at him from time to time to make sure he is behind you. Grabbing his hand when it starts getting more chaotic. His grip is now tighter around you, you look back reassuring him that your here and he would be okay. “Niki is okay I’m here your fine. Your passport is safe as well don’t worry.” He can sense you smiling at him, even though your mask covers half of your face.

Fans was touched by both of your little interactions at the airport. Knowing Niki still relays on his older members even though he just turned 18. They know he is still a baby at heart and still need caring. And they thank you for taking care of him like he’s one of your owns.

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janeyseymour · 8 months ago

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La Cosa Nostra- pt 15

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6. Part 7. Part 8. Part 9. Part 10. Part 11. Part 12. Part 13. Part 14.

cowritten with @schemmentis - we're gonna try to revive this story, and y'all better buckle up because it's gonna get so good

WC: 3.1k

You manage to get the girls up and fed before Melissa stirs on the couch. It must be a groggy Schemmenti morning considering the girls haven’t swarmed her and woken her up themselves nor asked you why Mommy was sleeping on the couch all weekend. You gently shake at your wife’s shoulder once the girls have their shoes on, remembering how upset she’d been when you’d taken them to school without waking her. Plus, you don’t exactly feel generous and worried about making sure she gets enough rest after your fight.

You roll your eyes at her groggy ‘what’ when she cracks her eyes open. “Your daughters want to say good morning and goodbye, is what.” You mutter, stepping aside and wave the twins the okay to hurry to Melissa.

You step back towards the front door as Melissa kisses them each multiple times. Tuning out the goodbyes and I love yous. You’d thought after not speaking aside from the essentials over the weeknd you might feel less upset; you don’t. It’s the same as before you went to sleep the night you fought. Mel’s decision over you, her standing by it, and worst of all her hitting you in all the worst places. You can’t let any of it go, not first, anyway.

You force a deep breath when you feel your little girls running back to your side, opening the front door. “Let’s go, littles, before you’re late.” You mutter as you usher them out.

“You didn’t kiss Mommy again,” Rosie states once you get into the car.

“We were running late,” is all your response is.

Once you’ve seen them off to their class safely, you leave the girls’ school. Your eyes roll when you hear your cell phone ring for the third time in the short trip to drop them off. You know without looking it’s Tony just like it was the last two times, no doubt to ask again for the ledger which you still have no intention of giving him directly. You don’t trust Tony as far as you could throw him. Still, you know you’d better have it in hand soon for when he produces whoever he answers to. It wouldn’t be good for that to happen and you to not have it.

You sigh as you slip back into the car. Which means you probably have to break your silent streak with your wife and ask her to talk to Barbara to get it back. You really don’t want to do that though. Your pride and your stubbornness wants you to hold out for Melissa to at least admit she was being an asshole the other night. Even if she won’t admit she was wrong about the rest of it.

You don’t have Barbara’s number but you do know where she’ll eventually turn up. You pull the car from the school lot, driving to the church. If Mel intends to be in early at the restaurant today; you don’t feel that bad about making her walk this time.

You slip in just after the morning service. Thankfully, you still spy Barbara’s head in the usual back pew. You genuflect at the side, crossing your chest before slipping into the seat next to the older woman- the one your wife would usually claim.

“Good morning, Y/N.” Barbara greets you quietly once her head raises from her prayer. “Another bit of prayer needed, hm?”

“A little bit.” You hedge. You’re not fully lying; you do think it might bring some relief after your fight with Melissa. Which, now that you’re sat next to her, you realize you may have overlooked your wife telling Barb all about. “I was also hoping to see you.” You add.

“Oh? Well, that’s sweet of you. You know I’m always glad to see you or Melissa and your girls in the Lord’s house.”

You flash a smile, one you’ve flashed the Feds and other Family members alike to be as charming as you can. “You know our whole family is always happy to see you. Especially the girls.”

“Oh, I can’t wait for next weekend. They were positively a joy at Sunday breakfast, yesterday. Though you and Melissa were rather quiet.”

“It was…a long week, last week.” You admit. “Mel and I haven’t exactly been seeing eye to eye lately.” You hadn’t meant to share that last part but you lean into letting it off your chest in some way, at least.

“I’m sure you two will sort it out. You always do.”

“I hope so.” You answer truthfully. You might still be angry, and definitely hurt, but you still love Melissa with all of you. You hope the fact she’s been dealing with being relegated to the couch for a few days is a sign she still feels the same, too. Since she hasn’t disappeared to her Ma’s or even Kristen Marie’s.

“Are things okay between the two of you? Would you like to chat about it, perhaps over brunch?” Barbara offers.

You take her up on that offer, and you find yourself bringing her back to your house- just in case the Feds are still watching you. You mill about the kitchen as you prepare a few things before settling at the table with her.

“So,” Barbara hums. “What’s got you turning up at church more often than usual lately- both you and your wife?”

“Could use a bit more prayer these days,” you sigh softly as you take a bite full of your breakfast.

“You didn’t pray today though,” the woman points out. You just shrug at that. “So what made you really come to the church?”

You throw around the options in your head. You could break your silent streak and speak with Melissa, or you could ask the woman herself for the ledger.

Deciding to bite the bullet, you say softly, “I was hoping I would run into you. I need the book that I know Melissa gave you.”

Barbara blinks once, twice. “What book, dear?”

“Barb, I know Mel gave you the book for my salon.”

The woman’s face flickers through quite a few emotions before settling on a neutral face once again. “Oh. I still don’t know what you’re speaking of? What your wife gave me was not a book.”

“Babs, I need the goddamn book,” you sigh.

“Do not take the lord’s name in vein,” Barbara tells you sternly.

“Barbara, I need the damned book. My life is on the line here,” you plead. You don’t mean for that last sentence to slip out, and you have to do everything you can to hide it on your face; the severity of the situation. For all she knows, you’re exaggerating and just using it as a hyperbole.

“And why would that be?” Barbara raises a brow. “It’s just the simple finances for the salon.”

“It is,” You hastily agree with her comment. “But I…” You take a breath, forcing out the familiar lie you gave Valentina when she first noticed Melissa’s extra stress, just modified a bit. “I’m trying to work out selling the salon so I need the book with all the finances in it to go through with a potential buyer.”

“Selling it?” Barbara repeats, a hand pressing to her chest. “Why on earth would you sell? You’ve worked hard for that place, Y/N!”

“I know but it hasn’t been profitable since…well, since I don’t even know when, Barb. I thought I could juggle it and put it back in proper working condition but the clients just aren’t coming in like they used to.”

Barbara suddenly drops the hand at her chest held in shock. “Y/N, surely you know I’m no fool.”

You blink. “Of course you’re not, Barbara. Why would I think you were—”

“The book I have is not for your salon.”

“Yes, it is.” You say, brow furrowing in confusion. Because it is for the salon, both books, and you don’t know what else Barb could think it belongs to.

The older woman sends you a long suffering look, the silence between you drawing out for a moment. “Not for the legal business of your salon though, is it?”

Your face drops. Like, actually drops- jaw open and everything. “What?”

“I’m well aware of what I possess,” the woman tells you in a monotone.

“Shit.”

“What on Earth are the two of you thinking; getting mixed up in all of this- and with your two girls!” Barbara admonishes you sharply, and you feel like you’re being reprimanded by a principal.

You search for words, but none come.

“You two are so lucky I haven’t turned it in, and I nearly did!”

“Y-you didn’t?” you whisper out.

“Of course I didn’t, and the only reason I didn’t is because of Cat and Rosie!” Barb states. “Otherwise, I would have!”

“I- thank you,” you say softly.

“The two of you better get yourselves out of this mess, before it destroys your lives,” the woman tells you lowly.

“The only way out of this mess is prison… or death,” you inform her. “And at this point, if either of us goes to prison, or something happens to Mel, I genuinely fear I won’t survive. When it comes down to everything, Melissa is the matriarchal figure in the family.”

“Neither of those things can happen,” Barbara tells you. “And that is not true- the both of you have the most equal partnership I think I’ve ever seen.”

“Listen, I really do need the ledger back,” you try again.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that.”

“Barbara.”

“Your wife entrusted me with it, and while I do not agree with what I hold onto in the slightest, I am not breaking my promise to Melissa.”

“I’m sure she told you not to open the book though, right?” you press. At her nod, you continue. “You broke that promise. So, give. me. the. book.”

“I have to go,” Barbara states. “Thank you for a lovely breakfast.” She makes to head out, and you follow her.

“Barbara!”

She climbs into her car, and speeds off.

You’re left standing on the porch of your townhouse, staring after Barbara’s car even after it’s definitely peeled its way out of your neighborhood. You honestly didn’t know she could drive that fast. Melissa loves to call her a grandma whenever she drives the lot of you anywhere. Barbara would throw back that it was only being safe and God forbid she get into a wreck because your wife wouldn’t stop back-seat driving.

“Fuck.” You curse, briefly covering your face. “Fuck!” You repeat as you pull your hands away. You lean back into the doorway just enough to grab your keys from the hook by the door. You slam your front door shut, not even bothering to take the time to lock it. You won’t catch Barb at this rate, but you’re fairly certain you can catch your wife.

You’re certain, at least relatively so, Barb won’t turn you both in. Not if she hasn’t already. But it sure sounded like she was just waiting for Melissa to ask for the book to confront her herself first. You just happened to ask before your wife. You know though Barb isn’t likely to be going to Twelve Tables to have that confrontation with Melissa. So, instead, you are.

You speed your way there, not really worried about the reds or stop lights or any possibility of getting pulled over. A ticket was nothing compared to what all hung in the balance now. You make your way into the restaurant as fast as your feet will carry you.

“Hey, Y/N, how’s—”

“Not now Val,” You interrupt your wife’s right hand. “Where’s Mel?”

“She’s in the back, but—”

You wave a hand at her, muttering a half hearted ‘thank you’ as you hurry through the kitchen toward the back office. You don’t even stop to worry about knocking at the closed office door. You’re throwing it open with practically all your weight behind it in your haste that has you stumbling into the room.

“Mel, we need to—”

“What the fuck?” Melissa grouses at the slamming open of the office door. Her mood doesn’t exactly improve when she looks up to see you, a glare from green eyes sent your way. “I’m in the middle of a meeting.” She says, the end of it coming through her clenched teeth with a nod to the man standing at the desk in the office with her.

“I really need to talk to you. Right now.” You rush out.

“Ya don’t talk to me all weekend, and now ya want to? Now? I told ya, I’m in a meeting. Get out.”

“Melissa Ann Caterina Schemmenti!” You nearly yell, stepping into the office and gripping her wrist and fighting to physically pull your wife from the office.

“God…damn it. Fine!” Melissa huffs, agreeing to go once she realizes you aren’t going to let her actually work until she does. “‘Scuse me a minute.” She says to the man before following you out of the office and shutting the door after her. “What the fuck is so damn important you have to try and literally pull me from work? One of the girls’ better be hurt or the world better be endin’, so help me God, or it’s gonna be you on the couch now, Y/N!”

“Our world might be ending,” you sigh quietly, eyes down. Then your eyes meet her own. “Barbara knows.”

The redhead has the same face that you wore when Barbara revealed that she knows what she possesses. “What?”

“Do you see why it’s so important now?” you ask her.

“Fuck. Fucking shit.” She runs a hand through her hair. “We’re fucked. We’re going down, and we’re taking all of-“

“She said she hasn’t turned us in because of the girls,” you whisper. “But we have to figure out what to do before something terrible happens to either us, or Barb and Gerald. They cannot get involved.”

“Fuck!” Melissa shouts.

“I know,” you sigh. “I know. I- I don’t know what to do.”

“How do you know she knows?” your wife implores.

“I was at the church earlier,” you tell her. And you recount the earlier events before, “and then she told me that the binder wasn’t for the legal side of the salon. She knows.”

“God dammit,” Melissa whispers. She runs a hand over her face. “Fuck. Okay, uhm… let me handle this meeting, and then I’ll meet you at home so we can figure out what to do.”

“I’ll be sitting in the back waiting for you,” you tell her. “And don’t forget that we do have to pick up the girls today.”

“I know,” she says. “I know. Okay. We’re gonna- we’re gonna be fine, and I- fuck.” You watch as red curls whip around and head back into the office.

With a sigh, you head for the back exit again. Valentina looks at you curiously, but you don’t acknowledge it. You just continue on your way. You pull your car closer to the back door, idling as you wait for your wife. She’s quickly slipping into the passenger seat in less than five minutes.

As you pull out of the lot of Twelve Tables and head towards your home once more, Melissa runs her hand through her hair as she glances at the clock. “Okay, we still have a few hours before we have to get the girls, so we can figure this out.”

“Figure this out?” You echo, glancing at Melissa. “Babe, we have what, four hours? We’re gonna figure this all out and fix everything in four hours?

“It’s just Babs.” She says, trying to convince the both of you. It’s clear she knows how much power her church friend holds at this moment, and it terrifies her. She takes a deep breath, rolling the passenger window down enough for wind from the drive to whip her red locks out of her face. “She didn’t turn us in because of the girls…we can, we can buy time.”

“How? How are we gonna buy any time?” you implore. “We got the Feds still digging into shit; who knows what part of the Family they’re eyeing right now? But it doesn’t matter. Any part of it goes, you know the rest is screwed.”

“That’s only if somebody flips. Nobody would flip.”

You take the risk of holding your eyes off the road a little longer than you should to give your wife a look. You both could likely think of ten people each from your respective sides that could, under the right circumstances, absolutely flip.”

“Fuck, I know!” She says, waving your glare away from her as she looks out the passenger side window. “Look, they ain’t got anywhere yet, huh? That means we still got time. We just need to make sure Barb really ain’t gonna do nothin’.”

“She wouldn’t talk to me past tellin’ me she promised you to only give it back to you and then that she knew.”

“Oh, sure, she can stick to that part of the damn promise.” Melissa grumbles as she gets out nearly before you can put the car in park in the driveway. She turns back just as you catch up to her on the front porch. “Ya didn’t even lock the door! Aduzipach!”

“We do not have time for another argument!” You toss back as you reach the top step, gently ushering her inside with you as you pull the door shut again. This time you do lock it behind you. “We have to be on the same page, okay? We really have to be or we’re definitely screwed. I’m still pissed, and hurt but whatever. It doesn’t matter right now. Right now what matters is you, and me, and the girls. That’s all that matters, which means we have to figure a way out of this bullshit.”

“Amore, you know there’s only two ways out of the life. Neither one lets us be there for the girls- at all.”

“And both I’d preferably like to avoid entirely.” You add, sighing as you slump into your couch. “So..w we have to literally do the impossible.”

“I don’t know how we’re going to do that,” Melissa groans as she leans into your figure.

Barbara Howard speeds off, and she doesn’t necessarily know where she’s going. But after a bit, she figures that you aren’t following her, and she stops at a local diner to pick up takeout for a lunch date with her husband, the senator.

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rangerelizabeth · 5 months ago

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So, I don’t think I’m dying, or anything, and it’s probably not that serious, but... I’m kinda bleeding. A lot.

Lol this one's a bit of a mess, but these prompts are great because they make me write things outside of what I would usually do! Have a fun little post-war domestic Clegan for your Wednesday night :) Thanks for the ask anon! I hope you enjoy it.

Prompt: "So I don't think I'm dying, or anything, and it's probably not that serious, but... I'm kinda bleeding. A lot."

Word count: 892

After dismissing his undergraduate class for the day, Gale begins the ritual of packing his materials into his worn leather bag when his doctoral supervisor pokes his head into the classroom.

“Gale, there’s a phone call for you in the main office. Seems urgent.”

A jolt of anxiety shoots through Gale. No one ever calls him at the school. Hastily, he crams the remaining papers into his bag, for once not caring if they crease. He hurries to the office where the secretary nods towards the phone, prompting him to pick it up.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Buck,” John’s voice comes through the receiver, steady yet tinged with a slight urgency that spikes Gale’s panic. His hand grips the phone tighter, knuckles turning white.

“What’s wrong?” Gale cuts straight to the point.

“So, I don’t think I’m dying, or anything, and it’s probably not that serious, but... I’m kinda bleeding. A lot,” John says.

“What?” Gale’s voice rises in anxiety, drawing a concerned glance from the secretary. He winces, trying to soften his volume when he speaks again. “Bucky, what the hell happened?”

“Cut my hand by accident. Tried to stop the bleeding but it won’t quit. I think I might need stitches, and I would drive myself but you’ve got the truck,” John explains, sounding impossibly calm.

Gale’s racing heart steadies slightly, reassured that John isn’t actively dying, but the thought of him alone at home with a profusely bleeding hand still unsettles him.

“Jesus, okay. I’m leaving right now. Just… keep putting pressure on it and don’t bleed out before I get there,” Gale says, running an anxious hand through his hair.

“Don’t count on it,” John teases lightly.

“Not funny, Bucky,” Gale huffs. “See you soon.”

Replacing the receiver, Gale stumbles out a hurried explanation for his abrupt departure, then practically sprints from the building to the parking lot. He drives well above the speed limit, exhaling in relief when he finally pulls into their driveway and sees John sitting on the porch. He’s got a rag wrapped around his left hand that looks far too blood-soaked for Gale’s liking.

Once the truck stops, John stands and makes his way to the passenger seat, greeting Gale cheerfully despite the circumstances. Gale’s glad John’s so calm, a stark contrast to his own internal worry. Of course, they’ve both seen worse injuries during their time together, but Gale thought they had left such emergencies behind with the end of their service.

“You doing okay?” Gale asks, reaching over John to secure his seatbelt for him, considering his hands are a bit full at the moment. As soon as it’s done, he throws the truck in reverse, backing out of the driveway to head for the hospital.

“I’m fine, Buck. It’s barely a scratch,” John reassures him with his usual bravado.

“Right. A scratch that had you calling me at work to come drive you to get stitches. No big deal,” Gale retorts, rolling his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” John says quietly, sounding slightly chastened.

“Hey, no. I’m glad you called,” Gale hurries to reassure him. “Just scared me, is all. Never gotten an ‘urgent’ phone call to the main office before.”

At the hospital, John receives eight stitches across his palm. Gale stays by his side throughout, John gripping his arm tightly during the more painful moments. As he works, the doctor questions the nature of the accident, and John reveals that he accidently cut himself while handling a knife. Then, he wraps John’s hand and assures him he’ll be right as rain in a couple of weeks.

Driving them back home, Gale can’t help but ask, “So, what exactly happened? I thought you knew your way around a knife without almost chopping your hand off.”

John looks sheepish, fidgeting in his seat. “I uh, tried cooking us dinner.”

Gale arches an eyebrow. When they had moved in together, it quickly became evident that John’s culinary skills were severely lacking. After a series of less-than-successful attempts, they had mutually agreed that cooking would be Gale’s domain.

“Okay,” Gale says slowly, confused.

“Did you realize it’s been a year since we’ve been home? Since we moved in together?” John asks suddenly, his tone softer.

Gale’s heart warms, the pieces beginning to fall into place in his mind. John’s next words confirm his suspicions.

“I just wanted to do something special for you, especially since you had to work all day. I’m just sorry it ended with you driving me to the hospital,” John sighs, his voice tinged with regret.

Gale smiles warmly at him. “Well, you know what they say. It’s the thought that counts, right?”

John huffs out a laugh, leaning his head back against the headrest, shaking it in amusement at the entire situation. “I guess so.”

“Anyway,” Gale continues playfully, extending his arm over the console to rest a warm hand on John’s thigh. “I can think of plenty of other ways you can make it up to me once we get home.”

The implication catches John’s attention immediately, prompting him to sit up straight in his seat. He raises an eyebrow at Gale. “Oh, is that so?” he replies, his tone teasing in return.

Gale simply keeps his eyes on the road, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips.

“Hey, Buck?” John says suddenly, causing Gale to glance over at him curiously.

"Yeah, Bucky?"

“Drive faster.”

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makncheese12 · 2 years ago

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Alkaline pt. 1

Part 2,

A/N: decided to make this into a series. And I’m giving you all a last name because I FEEL like it so HA.

Warning: my writing per usual

Wednesday Addams x Fem!reader (umbrakenetic)

She’s staring..

How rude..

Make her stop!

I don’t like her..

Throw her out the car..

She’s not to be trusted..

Let’s make her fear a little more..

The whispers chanted around you, your eyes stayed glued on the window and the passing trees as the lady your mother called your ‘Nanny’ stared at you. Wide eyed and alert with how close she had to be in the small car.

What kind of sixteen year old needed a Nanny?

She usually stayed at least ten feet away from you in hopes the shadows would not taunt and tease her. It didn’t help though, they would follow her around to torment her through her days inside your home much to her dismay.

She thought it was you, trying to chase her off with after your statement that you preferred loneliness than to be accompanied by the middle aged woman. She seemed to linger more after your comment to your mother as if she had betrayed you by telling her.

But it was not you, how could it be when you had bored figures following you all day? Though you did not appreciate her presence, you tolerated her for your mothers sake of you not being alone all your life. The shadows thought differently.

But what could you do? Sure, you could control the shadows around you but only if they allowed you to. They had their own mind much like ghost and did not like the idea of being told what to do in a condescending way.

So you did what you normally did, sat back and watched the chaos. They knew her intentions and made it their mission to torture the young woman sat three feet in front of you. You were glad they didn’t whisper everything to her like they did you, she would go insane within a week.

They thought that was to merciful, - if that’s what you call mercy - so they did what they did best; torment her. They’d pull her hair, move things out of place and even make them fall to scare her, they would throw things and whisper things to her that would have her breaking her neck to look behind her to see no one. Any sane person would have left already and you did not know why she hadn’t.

The money..

Greedy..

Pathetic..

Ah. That’s right.

“Leave her be, we’ll be away from her in time.” You mutter quietly and they seem to move around at a faster pace around you. The lady tenses at the sight of your mouth moving very little while nothing but small noises came out.

Fine..

No fun..

A small smile forms on your face at their rare obedience before your head turns toward her. Her body stiffens and she visibly gulps, eyes wide as she looks at you.

You felt bad for her. You remembered your first years of their taunts and whispers but now they seemed to tolerate your presence far more than anyone else.

There was a silence, an eerie one. Even for you. The only sounds that you could hear were the ones of her heavy breaths and the rumble of the car.

She gulped once again before forcing her features to soften.

“It’s good..” she started with the same smile the shadows did not like. Fake and deceiving they called it. “you’ll be able to see your mother throughout the year without any worries.”

That’s right. Your mother had decided upon herself to sign you up to be a student at Nevermore; a school for outcast. It worked out, especially after last years events.

She would replace the teacher who had caused chaos and destruction. - the shadows thought they’d enjoy her by your mothers description. - Though this time the school had made sure she was an outcast and not out to eliminate their students.

You hum in response before turning back to the window. You had no desire to conversate with the woman who only did so to get rid of your stare. She knew you hated speaking and she spoke too loudly.

“At least you won’t be alone..” she says slowly followed by a nervous chuckle clearly unaware of you brushing her off.

“She will definitely be better company than me.” Her way of saying she was ready to get rid of you was strange.

You barley turn your head and send her a glare that has her sinking further into her seat before scooting farther away and pressed up against the door.

We’re here!

It’s lovely..

Many places to hide!

Mamas here..

Your eyes travel back toward the window as their chants grew and the once bumpy road begins to smoothen out.

You had to agree, the sight was indeed lovely. It was a large castle. Dark and old, almost ancient with how busted up it looked but it also had some features more modern. Remodeling, you had assumed, to give the place a more welcoming feeling.

It did not.

The only thing out of place was the broken second tower, it was as if it had been struck by lightening so many times that they gave up on fixing it. A good theory.

As the car came to a halt you couldn’t help but notice the shadows in the windows, some new and some having left you to explore. New shadows meant new voices. You were happy for the company.

You also take notice to the large amount of cars in the area. People, a lot of them. You were not happy for that company.

You step out of the car as the driver rushes to the back to grab your things. You only spare him a glance before looking to the nanny who looked at the place in disgust almost. Clearly her taste were far different from yours, a horrible thing really.

While she wore bright colors you wore all black, the shadows didn’t like color. Especially when it was nearby too often, perhaps it was a reason they did not like her. She was around too often with her colorful clothes yet her personality lacked it, she was too much into fitting in.

You turn quickly before she wouldn’t notice your stare and make your way inside leaving her behind.

You begin to notice the other families as they bid their good byes to their children while others spoke to other parents.

More than likely flaunting their children’s successes or their own, or perhaps they enjoyed each others company and spoke of other things. Doubtful, but there was hope in the older generation.

Your eyes scan the large open area of people, the students were not in their respective uniforms due to it being opening day which was expected. After all you weren’t, the black sweat shirt and jeans only proving it further.

Suddenly you feel a presence beside you and the voices begin to grumble and disappear at her appearance.

“Isn’t this lovely.” She said as a mother passes by with a large group of teenagers your age as they scratch their heads, push each other and make noises you both found strange.

Yes, very lovely.

“Perhaps you’ll find some friends in such a school, people like you.” Her words were meant to be comforting but you couldn’t help but take offense. She was a normie - a choice you wished your mother did not make when choosing a Nanny - so she didn’t understand the struggle of fitting it, especially in a school full of freaks that also avoid you.

You found the thought strange, her fitting in. You imagined she was disliked by her friends with how dull and fake she was.

You glance down toward her with a scowl that makes her shiver even though she doesn’t look up at you.

You did not like her.

You decided to refrain from looking at her any longer and scan the area once again. It was open, it lead into halls inside and outside of the school, had areas to sit and a large fountain in the middle where people seemed to linger.

It was also dark in the corridor‘s, benches placed in the perfect places to hide away from prying eyes and stay out of the sun.

Yes, you were going to like it here.

Your eyes then land on familiar ones and you can’t help but feel relaxed at the sight.

Your mothers bright eyes squint slightly as she smiles at a large group of female students along with a woman who stood at an impossible height beside her.

An introductory, you had assumed based on the knowledge she was not only a teacher but a ‘dorm mom’ she called it.

Her eyes snap to yours and soften further making you feel yours do the same as a small smile forms across your face.

She looks back down to the girls and says something causing the group to glance toward you and your nanny as your mom moves toward you.

“Hello, dear.” She calls out with open arms you immediately let yourself fall into. Literally. The height on the woman was no joke. Yes you were taller than usual, lanky even, but she lacked height that you assumed was from your father.

Mama!

So soft..

She smells good..

Whose this?

I like her.

Familiar and new voices sound through your ears as you straighten your posture and look down at the woman inspecting you.

“You look delightfully pale, as usual.” She said with a large smile. The teasing gesture you were so used to it made you soft, you had to admit. But only for her.

She was quite literally a ball of sunshine, a light manipulator. Opposite to you and your father. Convenient you had taken all of his genes.

“Have you been putting on extra sun screen?” She asks with slight concern. She knew how it had affected you more than most and you nod.

“I packed some as well.” You mumble as she reaches up and straightens your hair back. “As did I.” She smiles before a large figure steps beside her, the color they wore burning your eyes from the reflection of the sun making you suddenly remember why you all hated color.

You looked up to see the tall woman smiling down at you in a creepy way. Another fake smile you had to put up with, fantastic.

“You must be Y/N Tasseas.” She says in an almost calming voice. Perhaps she was that bad or your mother told her things already.

You simply stare up at her, examining her features. She was the opposite of you, more so than your Nanny who wore real color. She wore all white, her hair included. How odd.

“You’ll have to excuse Y/N, she’s not really a ta-“

“Aren’t you supposed to be dead?” You ask interrupting your mother who falls silent at your comment.

You watch her eye twitch twice as the shadows begin to bark out laughter around you, asking you to say more.

“Y/N!” Your mother says, turning toward you and hitting your chest. You don’t move and continue to stare up at her unblinking, which the shadows helped with as they guarded your eyes from the sun and air that passed by.

You wait for an answer that never seems to come but you could wait. You came up just above her chest so you didn’t have to crane your neck to look at her and you weren’t easily intimidated.

Who does she think she is..

Why won’t she answer..

Weems is upset..

Hide..

Her glare suddenly left as quick as it came and turned into a smile. “No, I am not.” She says eyes never leaving yours. You had to admit she was brave. “Though I was injured in last years event, I have fully recovered since then.” She breaks the eye contact between you two the smile at your mother and you can’t help but feel your own form. Oh how you loved making people uncomfortable.

“Quite the expensive fate.” You mutter to yourself as your gaze travels back to the crowd that was growing larger.

A lot more people than before. This should be fun.

You grimace at sight and you can feel the area around you eyes darken, the shadows moving at a quicker pace at your sudden sour mood.

“It seems it’s time for our speech.” The principal says as she turns to your mother whose smile grows at the thought of her own personal introduction.

The taller woman walks off and your mother turns to you, she raises her eyebrow before giving you a wink.

“Lillie!” She says and your nanny jumps slightly before stepping forward. “Seems you won’t be needed for a while, why don’t you go home until this is over.”

Her face lights up and she nods eagerly. “Of course Mrs. Tasseas!” She says before glancing up at you with a smile. “Enjoy your time here, Y.N.” She says before rushing away.

You roll your eyes and look back to your mother. “She shouldn’t be needed at all.” You mumble as your mother pushes a piece your hair back into its place.

“Mhmm.” She says with a smile before turning on her heels and rushes after Weem’s who had already started her speech.

You take a shaky breath in to help calm yourself and the shadows, it helps little but they seem to settle down as you watch Weem’s usher your mother forward.

Tell us a story..

Story time!

We get stories?

“Later,” you mutter quietly as your mother begins talking. The more younger shadows seem to like when you tell them things they never got to hear before their death. “That’s for bedtime.”

A chorus of claps sound out causing you to do the same as your mother steps back with a smile. Perhaps you could tolerate the place for her.

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“Yoko, this is your new dorm mom, Mrs. Tasseas.” Weem’s says as the girl opens her suitcase and looks back with a smile.

“And this is her daughter Y/N, your new roommate.” Her smile falls as you step forward looking through out the room.

She had posters taped all over the walls, most of the furniture red and her own items liter the place. You didn’t mind due to the fact the curtains were drawn and the place was dim. That’s all that mattered.

“Roommate, huh?” She asks stepping forward to inspect you herself over her sunglasses. Her eyes resembled those of a vampire that had been bred out of Pureblood, a normal color rather than the crimson it should have been.

She continue to stare you up and down, from the tightness of your tied shoelaces, to your black fingers, and to your face that seemed to be overly aware and sensitive to everything around you.

Wide eyes, stiff shoulders and clenched jaw. A strange sight for the teenager who was probably far older than you.

“You’re nightmares with be our dreams.” You mumble without looking away and she flinches back slightly when you buck at her.

You can’t help the smile that forms on your face when both your mother and Weem’s sigh. Yes, the girl had been warned before hand about your personality but that didn’t mean you had to show it so soon.

“Our?” She asked with a raised eye brow, completely ignoring your statement. A sudden dark presence forms behind you and the girl stares wide eyed at the faceless figure.

“Yes, our.” You repeat as a few more form around the room, staring at her without eyes before disappearing as quickly as they came.

She blinks once, twice, three times before smiling. “I like her already.” Though her tone seemed unsure and hesitant.

Strange..

I call under the bed..

No fair!

Move it..

Your mother lets out a sigh of relief before smiling. “We’ll let you two get settle then.” Her entire being lightens up the room before leaving behind Weem’s.

“Okay, I can’t lie.” You hear Yoko say making you slowly look away from the door and to her. “You’re just a tad bit creepy.”

You knew the facade would leave when they did. Teenagers always seemed to do that when adults left.

You raise an eye brow in amusement. “That was the goal.” You reply before moving to the other side of the room, ignoring her items and posters. It was her room before you - perhaps for a long time - you didn’t exactly have to right to demand she move her things.

Besides it gave it a little life, it would simply be too dark for her if you had decorated it yourself.

“No, like, I’m used to creepy at this point,” she says as she plops herself down on her bed to watch you open your own suitcase that sat on your bed.

“I just got used to Wednesday, but you’re up ten notches compared to her.” The statement piques your interest.

“Wednesday?” You ask taking a seat on the bed to face her, hands in your lap as you stare at the girl watching her shift uncomfortably under your gaze for a moment.

“Yeah, our very own Lydia Deetz,” you try to create a mental image and form it into a figure in the middle of the floor.

Yoko stares in disbelief at her as the figure looks between the two of you. “Much shorter,” she says smiling growing as it shrinks. She stands and begins circling it and it’s head follows.

“Two pigtail braids and bangs, baggy clothes and a glare that looks like she wants to kill everyone.” You stare at the dark figure and Yoko narrows her eyes at it. “Close enough,” she decides while nodding.

“Expect she doesn’t do that.” She finishes and reaches a finger out and pokes it causing it to pop into a dark cloud of smoke that slowly dissipates into the floor.

“She’s more so scary - no,” she thinks for a moment before coming to her conclusion, turning to you slightly. “I’d say Intimidating, While you got this eerie feeling to you.” She says tilting her head slightly as she once again inspects you.

“You’re style is way different though,” she states and you glance down to your black and white converse, - the little color they allowed you to wear - it was a simple look, perhaps this Wednesday had a knack for dressing up.

“Curious.” You mumble before looking back toward your unpacked suitcase.

“Don’t sweat it though.” Yoko states as she pulls out her phone and begins angry texting. “I’m sure she’ll like you much more than the rest of us, you’re just like her.”

The term was starting to annoy you. Being compared to other with similarities to you was starting to get frustrating, especially when they’re slowly getting much similar.

Everyone was their own person, except you don’t let the social tower tell you what you can act like. You’d prefer to act how you wish to when you wish to.

She’s texting about you..

I thought we would like her..

I like her..

Tell her to stop..

You let out a quiet shaky breath before standing and pulling out the dark clothes to put into you closet.

“Let her, she’s not harming anyone.” You mutter quietly ignoring the glance Yoko gives you when you do so.

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You couldn’t sleep. Both you and the voices restless in the new environment but that’s to be expected. You had the reassurance of the ones who were already here but that wasn’t enough, most left to sweep the halls searching for threats others stayed in a protective circle around you.

Still, it wasn’t good enough. You would have to do it yourself.

You tap the top of your phone. 3:43 good, no one would be up to find you wandering around.

You push the blanket back gently, your legs swing across the bed before your feet touch the cold floor. You glance toward Yoko’s bed to see her completely knocked out, sunglasses off and hair slightly freezy as she snores quietly.

You slip your socks and shoes on and grab the zip up jacket hanging off the side of your bed. You quickly yet quietly slip through the door and watch Yoko before shutting the door.

The late summer breeze immediately hits you as you step out into the open, you had shorts on seeing as it was still warm but you still couldn’t help but feel a little chilly as the wind passes you.

The circle gets tighter around you in the process, warming you up slightly.

You begin you trek across the school, inspecting every dark corner in the process to make sure nothing was hiding. It eased your nerves every time you saw that one did not have anything hiding in it.

It was a good time to go out and look for things in the shadows, though the moon was bright. A waxing gibbous, the night before a full moon where the werewolves would go out and run around like maniacs something you were not looking forward to.

Stop..

Someone’s coming..

Hide!

Dark hands reach out for you in the closet corner and you allow you body to fall into their grasp, the darkness taking over your completely.

Their whispers are hushed and panicked as they speak of whoever they saw while you just wait and watch feeling their arms tighten around you as the person nears.

The foot steps are quiet and careful and as it gets closer you still can’t help but notice how quiet they still are.

Suddenly a figure comes from behind a corner, pausing for a moment before stopping to look both ways and deciding to walk in your direction. The arms tighten even more, suffocating you in a sense as you take in a final breath.

Something was also following close behind, it moved quickly in an unusual way and the closer they got you saw it was a hand. A stitched up and decapitated hand. How very unusual.

Your eyes travel back to her to see the resemblance to Yoko’s description. Short, pigtails, baggy clothes and the look of a murderer.

You also noticed how much different she actually looked compared to you, Yoko was right about the style difference yet hers was also simple, the only difference being the white that went along with the black perfectly.

You hold your breath as she walks closer. Even the shadows get quiet in her presence before she passes you, unbeknownst to your dark aura and you let out a small sigh.

Unfortunately, the hand was far more observant than the girl. That or it had heard your silent sigh somehow.

She continues to walk as it stops and.. looks up toward you? The shadows growl and hiss silently as it begins to inch toward you.

Once in the dark corner it taps around the area of your foot before coming in contact with it. It freezes for a moment before feeling more. First the shoe laces, then the tongue and then your bare leg and that was enough to make it start to shake and scatter back.

It taps the ground frantically until the girl stops and glares down toward the hand.

“What is it, Thing?” She asks impatiently making it snap two times and point twice toward you dark corner.

You curse this ‘Thing’ silently as her eyes travel toward you and the whispers begin to grow louder. Hisses, growls and howls are heard making the hand shake and rush toward the girl who stared, wide eyed.

You noticed that it was more so readiness rather than fear in her eyes, as if she’s willing to fight off whatever could be lurking in the shadows. She was a fool, you decided.

We should have grabbed him when we had the chance..

Don’t go..

She’s pretty..

Yes..

Let’s lock them both away to keep them silent..

You let out a sigh and the shadows seem to understand as their grip on you loosens and allow you to step out.

Her eyes snap from the corner to you as you step out, black smoke forming at the bottom of your feet before traveling in all directions. Her eyes look down to watch it pass her feet and Thing scurries up her leg to get off the ground.

They look back to you, your posture stiff under her gaze. The look in her eyes was almost dangerous as if it were begging you to try something she wouldn’t like. You had to admit, she did make you feel intimidated.

But what was worse was the first thing that left her mouth. “You do know there’s a curfew, right?”

She completely ignored the fact that she had missed passing you or the way you appeared from the darkness. She was more worried about the fact that you were out passed curfew as if she wasn’t. Yes, very curious…

“You are not a student?” You ask, head tilting slightly as dark hands grip the back of your shirt; ready to yank you back if she tried anything herself.

Her chin lifts slightly before humming, looking you up and down. The way she did it was different from the way Yoko did it, it made you sweat and your heart pound slightly. It made you want to go back into hiding, not a good look. You felt almost awkward, as if, for once, you didn’t know what to say.

“You must be Wednesday.” You say as the whispers pick up again repeating her name. If she heard them she doesn’t acknowledge it as she nods.

“You must be Y/N.” She says looking over you once again yet her expression never changes, much like your grandfathers. You knit your eye brows together and give her a confused look.

This amuses her. “Your roommate talks too much for her own good, she might even spill your secrets next.”

“I don’t have secrets.” You reply quickly and the shadows giggle before circling around her to inspect her themselves.

“Secrets only bring people who want to butt their noses into your business.” You state matter-of-factly and the girls gaze seems to grow intense. “And I don’t like people doing that.”

Your eyes meet hers for a moment, she’s searching for something. What exactly? You don’t know but you allow her to without breaking eye contact but decide to speak while she does so.

“Why are you out so late?” You ask unknowingly as you shift away from the corner slightly allowing her to see the hands that pull back in. If she were to intimidate you why not give it a shot yourself.

It didn’t work, she simply glanced at them before looking back to you. If she was scared she was good at hiding it.

“I enjoy walking during the night, especially before it gets loud in the next.” She refers to the werewolves that were growing restless of the approaching moon.

A lie..

And that it was. She herself was walking the school to search for any unwelcome visitors, after last years events she couldn’t help herself. It made her feel nauseous knowing that the feeling in her was dread that it could happen again just by her mere presence at the school.

Who better than to investigate than the one who saved it herself?

“And you?”

“I’m looking for signs of any threats.” There was no need to lie, not ever. You didn’t see the point if people would figure out the truth eventually.

“Threats?” She asks as she follows you through the corridor, now walking to feet away to your left. “After hearing about last year we do not feel safe.” You mutter as your eyes scan toward the dark areas of the quad.

She stays silent as she follows you after all her intentions were the same as yours, you were just far more open about it.

“But then again no where is safe, dark things linger in dark shadows.” You mutter, much quieter than last time but with Wednesdays heighten senses she heard you.

“Yet, you just so happen to be lingering in the shadows.” She says and you look down to meet her hard gaze, it was questioning yet hopeful at the same time.

“It’s not impossible you could be those dark things.” She says and you can’t help the smirk that plasters across your face, the smug look makes Wednesdays eyes narrow. She was smarter than the rest, more observant.

“And linger I do,” you say look back forward, smirk still on your face. “But I simply only watch, that’s the way to learn who the dark things are that like to hide plain sight.” Your smirk falls as the whispers quiet down slightly, they we’re starting to grow tired.

“Have you found any yet?” This was her asking you if there was something she should be worried about. Maybe? It’s what it sounded like to you though. You simply shake your head as you look through out the quad, the dark areas clear of any shadows in your view. You imagine it’s far darker to Wednesday.

“Seeing as there are no threats here,” you state stopping suddenly making the much shorter girl stop as well. You were desperate to get away from her gaze, something you only found you doing with your mother. It was strange with anyone other than her.

The moon light hit her skin perfectly in the open area, she was pale but still had a good amount of color to her for her skin tone, freckles scatter her face and you wonder how many you would be able to count before leaving.

“I’ll leave you to your walk, Wednesday.” You don’t give her a chance to respond before walking toward a corner, hands begin reaching out as you near before pulling you in and it’s almost as if you weren’t there. She would have thought you weren’t if it were not for the fading black smoke that looked at her feet.

Wednesdays eyes linger on the area where you disappear, the internal conflict in her head began.

A sudden tap on her shoulder catches her attention and she looks down to see thing who does a sudden hand motion.

“Yes, she was strange.” She replies with a nod and he quickly begins moving again. “Perhaps in a good way, yes.”

He stops for a moment, clearly deep in thought before doing quick hand signals again. I think you should talk to her again.

The statement was simple yet it conflicted Wednesday entirely. Could she trust you? You were the one who said dark things aren’t safe.

“Perhaps I will, she seemed to scare you enough to have you hiding.” She says and the angry taps began. Wednesday would have smirked if it weren’t for his fingers that were pressing into her shoulders.

“I enjoyed the silence, perhaps I’ll hunt her down just to shut you up again.” The angry taps increased making the girls lips curl oh so little.

A/N: please tell me the conversation between them at the end was good? I found it difficult to write it but I already have future conversation ideas it’s just this one was weird and i didn’t know what to do.

I tried to make it a little awkward as they both aren’t used to being around people like them

Please give me your thoughts 🥲

#wednesday series #wednesday addams #wednesday addams x reader #enid Sinclair #alkaline #yoko tanaka #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega

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aclowntiny · 2 years ago

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How Seventeen Confess to You (Gender Neutral Reader)

The other 'how they act around their crush' continuation as requested by @art-herog. Hope you enjoy seeing how the boys end up confessing they like you 😄😉

S.Coups

♡ It all starts with a completely innocuous group dinner and walk back from said meal.

♡ It’s nighttime, city lights and moonshine are illuminating your stroll, and a breeze is blowing. A shiver runs down your spine, and Seokmin, who’s walking behind you, notices, peeling off his jacket. “Here, (y/n). Don’t freeze!” You start to take it when you notice Seungcheol pressing a little closer toward you.

♡ “Take mine,” he says, stripping off his coat, “it’s warmer.” Uh, ok? Head tilting in confusion, you take his, too, walking a few more paces with a jacket in one hand, a coat in the other, before handing Seokmin’s back. You were glad to see he looked as lost as you felt.

♡ “Here,” Seungcheol says, voice just above a whisper and a bit deeper than usual, “allow me.” He takes his garment back just long enough to help you into the sleeves, smiling proudly. “Oh, thank you,” you can’t help but flush a bit, “um, was there something wrong with Seokmin’s? Was this almost a prank?”

♡ Seungcheol looks…guilty? For a moment. “No, I just didn’t want to see you in his jacket, I wanted to see you in mine. I like you, (y/n). A lot. So I’m sorry I made things awkward, I shouldn’t have.” “Yes, you should have,” you tell him, reaching for his hand, “because your coat is the one I wanted to wear. Er, in a manner of speaking.” Seungcheol gives a low chuckle, squeezing your hand. “Good. I want people to look at us like a couple.” “Maybe we should get matching coats then!” You burst out, eyes lighting up. Another squeeze, another little laugh. “That sounds adorable.”

Jeonghan

♡ Oopsie doopsie he sort of hears that you like him before he really has a confession plan??? Like sure he was thinking about it, but natural hangups and all. But hearing you get teased about it brings a proud smile to his face and some new thoughts to his mind.

♡ Just once first, he decides to test the waters, doing something friendly but a little flirty with you. When you’re playing a game, he slings an arm around your shoulders and leans in just a little extra close to ask “Wanna be on my team?” The way your gaze shyly averts confirms it…and makes you look so cute, he has to stop himself from pinching your cheek!

♡ Now that he has his answer, Jeonghan has full confidence he won’t scare you away, which was the main worry he had. Making you uncomfortable would have broken his heart, but if you were open to things, well, great!

♡ “Wow,” you gasp, “this garden is really pretty!” “Isn’t it? I drove by it a few weeks ago and knew I had to take you.” You cock your head. “Me? Why me?” “Because it’s the perfect place to ask you out,” he says with that fond smile/smirk combo only Yoon Jeonghan could pull off. And you love it.

♡ “You know what else it’s perfect for?” You ask him. “What?” His brows furrow a bit; he isn’t worried, you look amused enough, but are you planning what he thinks you’re- “This.” And before he can respond, your arms are thrown over his shoulders as you press your lips to his.

Joshua

♡ So the type to woo you. He’ll confess with a gift that he hopes shows his heart, almost like an offering to accompany his question.

♡ He works all evening one day until it’s complete: a set of bracelets kind of like the ones he made for the members, except he wants yours to be even nicer. He uses your favorite colors alternating on one, a little charm of a character you like in that scheme to match, while another is a circle of your favorite flower with your first initial as a bead in the center. Finally, with a smile, he makes a third one, one with a J…just in case.

♡ He’s so bright but gentle the next time you see him, smiling softly as he tells you “(y/n), I have a gift for you.” “A gift? Why?” “Because I wanted to make them for you.” “You made it? Wha-” He just giggles at your cute reaction.

♡ “I remembered you said you like these, right?” You lit up, the sight of it warming Joshua’s cheeks. “Those are my favorite flowers!” “Well, now you have some that’ll never die.” You hold out your hand and he slips the bracelet on your wrist; this time, it’s your turn for a blush. “You’re too sweet, Joshua. These are beautiful.”

♡ “Well, I made them to match you.” “You think I’m beautiful?” “Inside and out,” he replies with a smile, “I was actually wondering if you’d like to go out with me? Couldn’t ask something like that without a gift.” Needless to say, you happily wear the J one from that day on too :)

Jun

♡ The boys had you over quite often, some even joking you were the fourteenth member. A lot of the guys were like brothers to you, especially Mingyu and Dino, who teased you relentlessly.

♡ Jun loved the way you were comfortable with everyone, not being afraid to put them in their place or sass them, but also how well you knew everybody. You knew exactly when to hold everyone back from walking to let Minghao take a photo, you knew who liked what on their pizza, you remembered Vernon’s peanut allergy when you baked for them.

♡ You had become home to Jun and so many of the people he loved most. He could be himself around you.

♡ Being himself including but not limited to the way he now chased you around the dorm, trying to get a doll he was gifted back from you. You held it gently even as you ran, cutting corners but never tightening your grip. Finally, you flopped onto the couch, giving the plushie a loose hug to your chest. Jun jumped on the couch, too, trying to wrest his plushie from you, but we all know how that goes. He’s hovering over you, you’re looking less and less at the plushie or your struggle and more and more into each other’s eyes…and suddenly he’s leaning down, giving your lips a quick, but somehow still deeply affectionate, peck. The plushie dropped from your loosening hand.

♡ He turns red when he realizes what he did, because oh my gosh this is one of our best friends and that could have just made things so weird and… “I’m sorry, I don’t know what happened, I just got caught up in everything I guess. I really like you, but I should have just told you,” he apologizes. You, for your part, just laugh, collecting Jun’s doll off the floor and handing it to him with a kiss to his cheek. “You just did. Don’t worry, it’s mutual.” “Then next time you come over, it’ll have to be for our first date, right?” “You know it.” “Then you can keep the doll until then. He’ll switch off after each date,” Jun tells you, booping your nose.

Hoshi

♡ Definitely one of the members who reaches this moment faster, like having feelings feels great, so why not say something right away? Soonyoung feels big emotions, after all. Does he think about confessing to you or becoming more than friends? All the time. Does he plan a confession? Nope.

♡ This man operates on vibes alone, and man is he feeling the vibes one day when he’s teaching you some dance moves. You got tired, so the pair of you elected to slow it down and do something a little more low-effort.

♡ Once upon a time, you’d been taught the waltz, so you suggest that if Soonyoung wants to keep dancing, and that’s how you end up with his hand at your waist, wrapping one of your own over his shoulder. You guys make a few elegant ‘boxes’ as they call the waltz steps, Soonyoung’s eyes never leaving yours. You’re smiling, have been the whole time, and it’s his favorite sight.

♡ Vibes achieved. Target locked. Soonyoung leans down and kisses you, smiling into it when you kiss back. Your waltz stops, his hand reaching to the small of your back to pull you closer. When you part for air, he looks positively giddy, and you’re sure you look the same. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a while.” “Well, I’ve been wanting you to do that for just as long.” “How about asking you out? Have you wanted me to do that too?”

♡ “Maaaaybe,” you drawl teasingly, the hand that was on his shoulder sliding down to his chest, “how would you do it?” “Well,” Soonyoung pretends to think, “I would probably sweep you off your feet first!” With that, he shifts his grip on you, plunging you into a dip, your faces inches apart once more. “And then,” his eyelashes flutter, “I would ask if I could take you out.” Wow. “Well, in that case,” you reply, “I definitely wouldn’t say no to that.”

Wonwoo

♡ He didn’t think he’d get this far, but here he is. You’ve stood out to him from the beginning and he knew he was at least kind of interested, but it’s grown more than that. The peace and joy he feels around you isn’t just a passing crush.

♡ Now there’s just the matter of acting on that. Step one: no big fuss. You guys aren’t in high school anymore. Step two: absolutely no way in the world are the guys going to be anywhere close to you and Wonwoo when this happens.

♡ Wonwoo’s good at directing your conversations despite his quite nature. Ever since he met you, he enjoyed having one-on-one time with you, so he does just that and cuts through the guys’ chaos to find you two a more private corner.

♡ You two are just seated cross-legged and chatting when you bring up a class you saw flyers for. “It’s a stained-glass workshop, one for beginners, and I just thought it seemed really neat, like I never really thought about making stained glass before but now it’s been on my mind,” you pose. “Well, let’s go, then,” Wonwoo replies simply.

♡ “Let’s…?” You trail off, pausing for a moment as your frown softens into a small smile. “You want the two of us to go?” Wonwoo nods. “I think it sounds like a great first date, what about you?” “Me, too. That’ll be perfect.”

Woozi

♡ It takes a while for him. He wants to be sure he doesn't just have a crush on you, he really truly has feelings for you. Is it fair to you with the way he lives to be in a relationship? Is there any chance at all you'd even feel the same?

♡ But then one day you make a suggestion for one of his songs, seemingly just a simple offhand thing in your mind, but it cements something, whether it's that you two make a good team or simply the way his heart can't help but react to you.

♡ It feels less genuine to set up some dramatic moment, though, so Jihoon’s goal is for the conversation to flow that way naturally, segueing into an honest discussion.

♡ Thus, he thanks you for your suggestion, saying it was perfect and in return, he owes you a coffee. You insist it was just an offhand idea, but he insists back and after some back-and-forth that has you giggling over your phones, you meet. “I guess we make a pretty good team,” you comment as you discuss the change. “Yes,” he smiles, “we do. And about that, well, I’ve been thinking. I understand if you don’t feel the same, but, well, I just wanted to tell you that you have an amazing mind. The way you look at the world is new, refreshing, inspiring. Having you around has felt like I’ve been given new eyes. I…I really like you, (y/n).”

♡ “I like you, too, Jihoon!” You exclaim. “So I guess we really are a team now?” He flushes, but nods, a blissful look on his face. “I guess so.” Wow, he thinks, that wasn’t so bad after all! All that’s left to do now is think about the perfect date for you.

♡ Honestly, he is totally the type to swallow his shyness when he wants to, so he goes for a direct but really cute plan. Like, even if it’s scary he will always Do It For The Bit™, y’all.

♡ The problem is it involves a very specific situation so some setup is required, as well as cooperation on your part that you aren’t aware you need to take part in. So he starts by putting his prop out and not-too-obviously trying to direct you to it.

♡ You notice the puzzle on the table, but it doesn’t immediately pull you in because there’s thirteen guys and like five hilarious conversations going on in the room too.

♡ Eventually, though, Seokmin convinces you to do it with him, not that it takes much because it’s so cute how eager he is to put together a random puzzle with you??? As you’re almost done, he puts in another piece, then looks up at you and says, “You know, this puzzle reminds me of you.” “A…locomotive train?” You reply, glancing down at the picture you guys are forming. “No,” he shakes his head with a grin before continuing in a cute voice, “you’re the missing piece!”

♡ You can’t help but smile and giggle at that. “Does that mean…” “That I like you? It sure does.” “Well that’s good, because I like you too.” His hand falls over yours, resting it gently on the table. “Can I take you on a date, then?”

Mingyu

♡ Definitely one of the most straightforward conversations right here. Like, in his mind that’s how it works??? He wants to date you, so he asks you out?????

♡ But he still wants to do it semi-privately or at least have it be sort of a moment, so he asks you to grab lunch with him. That way he gets you one-on-one, no pressure, just a genuine answer.

♡ He isn’t even nervous, just giddy, and that’s what you notice when you arrive- just how extra happy to see you he seems. He’s extra complimentary, too, telling you how nice you look.

♡ TBH you’re getting vibes already, so you just sort of ask Mingyu what’s going on. “Was there something you wanted to talk about?”

♡ “Yes, as a matter of fact, I wanted to officially ask you on a date.” “Isn’t this one?” You ask with a laugh. He just smiles. Guess you really are interested. “Sure, but you deserve a real one. I’ll take you somewhere really nice.” “I’d love that.” That puppylike smile you loved returns. “Really? Then how about tomorrow night?”

The8

♡ Minghao really got hit with the thought of confessing on the day you watched him paint. The painting was of a couple with a beautiful waterfall backdrop.

♡ It was actually inspired by his parents, but you looked at it with awestruck eyes, telling him it was gorgeous…and also commenting that you’d like to be like that some day, half a couple as lovely and joyous.

♡ From that day on, Minghao can’t stop thinking of the silhouetted couple as you two. He can’t help but feel a wild, almost dangerously ecstatic beat in his chest when he sees you, your form pulling his in like a magnet that’s only getting stronger.

♡ So he invites you on a hike. Nothing strenuous, but a nature walk into the hills on a sunny day, which sounds like an amazing little healing trip to you. Minghao’s joy when you tell him you’d love to is worth even a steep hike.

♡ When you reach the top, you gasp at the sight of a small waterfall. “So the one in the painting isn’t this one, but I couldn’t fly you to China, so this will have to do.” You smile widely at his sentiment. “This is perfect, Minghao.” “You said you wanted the happiness I was trying to capture. Do you think you could find that with me?” It’s sweet, it’s hopeful, it’s everything your heart could have wanted. Pulling Minghao into a hug, you nod. “Of course.”

Seungkwan

♡ Ok, he can’t take it anymore, you’re so amazing and he physically has to tell you. But also that’s, like, the scariest thing ever.

♡ Solution? Seungkwan sits down to record all his feelings in ink, thinning of every detail of you as he writes until the letter is finished.

♡ He puts it somewhere he knows you’ll find it and feels satisfied, because he got it all out, he told you all the things you deserve to hear every day, but if you don’t reciprocate you can pretend like you never got it. No face-to-face pressure on either of you, no actions to regret or bad memories of you rejecting him to his face.

♡ You find an envelope with your name on it, curiosity overwhelming you as you pop the seal, pulling out a single sheet of paper covered in… compliments to you? It’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever read, even doting on things you hated about yourself, making you feel like a star fallen to earth. Wow. Seungkwan really liked you that much? Where was that man? You needed to see him…like, now.

♡ You find him. He turns around with a shy smile, expression widening as you throw your arms around him in a hug. “Well, hello to you too.” “I got your letter,” you tell him, “that was the sweetest thing I’ve ever read.” His eyes widen. “So, you liked it th-” His voice is cut off by your lips on his, trailing into a hum and then a smile that moves with yours.

Vernon

♡ When he realizes how much he likes you, it’s like there’s two separate halves of his brain going off. One’s like oh heck yeah, this is awesome and the other half is like oh shit oh shit.

♡ That’s because there’s one half of him that’s like it’s just liking someone, nothing to stress about, and the other is the deeper, more intuitive and cinematic side of his inner workings that thinks wouldn’t it be neat to have that moment you see on screen?

♡ For a while, he even thinks about giving up because he knows he’s overthinking it, and yet the perfect idea seems to be floating just beyond the reach of his mind.

♡ The chance comes on a day when you’re feeling down. He gives you his hand, pulls you up from where you were seated, face in between your crossed arms. The sight of it breaks his heart, and all Vernon wants is to see you smile again. “Come with me,” he tells you, “it’s no good to think of everything that’s stressful right now.” With that, off you go. You aren’t even sure where you’re going until Vernon leads you into a cat café.

♡ Your troubles do, in fact, melt away as you play with all the cute cats and sip your tea. A smile is playing on Vernon’s face, so you ask him what, and that’s when he says he likes seeing you smile. “I like being the one to cause it, too. Would you let me?” “Are you-” “Asking you out? M-hm. You’re the coolest person I know, and it really hurt my heart to see you sad. I already wanted to confess, but-” “Yes.” His eyes widen in disbelief. “Hm?” “Yes, I would really love to go out with you. You’re the coolest person I know! And the fact that you did all this for me? Well, I think that’s about max boyfriend material, don’t you, Kermit?” You hold up the chubby tuxedo cat on your lap, looking into his eyes and nodding. “Yep, Kermit says you’re a keeper.” Vernon pumps his fist. “Yes!” Both of you devolve into giggles, returning to playing with your cats with the occasional break to gaze into each other’s eyes with a new joy.

Dino

♡ Chan’s confession is going to be AWESOME. It is going to be THE MOMENT. At least, that’s what he tells himself to hype himself up.

♡ He rolls through different plans in his head, like should he do a performance for you? Take you somewhere beautiful and plant one on you?

♡ His actual confession ends up being unplanned, but perfect in his mind. It started when you and the Seventeen boys got together to watch a movie in the dorms, Chan practically rushing to cut Jun off so he could sit next to you. It was so worth it, because you ended up right by him, your sides occasionally brushing, and toward the end you fell asleep, your head lolling onto his shoulder.

♡ Everyone was leaving, the credits long since rolled, and Chan wasn’t sure at first if he should stay frozen. You had to get home, though, so he gently shook you awake, greeting you with a fond smile as you returned to the waking world. He wouldn’t mind seeing that sight more often, Chan reflected as his heart leapt.

♡ “I’m sorry, Chan, I didn’t know I was going to do that-” “Don’t be,” he tells you, eyes soft, “it was cute.” You look away, flustered, with a shake of your head. “There’s no way I looked cute like that.” “Only to someone who likes you as much as I do,” Chan shoots back. “Is that why I always think you’re cute?” You tease back, and Chan knows he’s done for. “Heh, must be. Guess there’s nothing else to do for it but date, huh?” You lean forward, eyelashes still fluttering a bit of sleep off as you kiss his cheek. “Sounds like a good solution to me.” You start to sit up, but he puts an arm around you, lowering back down. “It’s ok. You can stay if you want.” “Good,” you lay your head against his shoulder again, snuggling in, “you’re comfortable.”

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its-freaking-jordan · 1 year ago

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This might turn out to be a fic, idk.

Hantengu clones x husband/Wife reader

Mainly Sekido x reader

Just imagine when the Hantengu clones coming back from a mission, Sekido is yelling at the others, he’s yelling at Karaku and Urogi for being childish and he was yelling at Aizetsu for being.. sad all the time. Karaku and Urogi just laughs and tells Sekido “But we’re alive aren’t we? Stop being so serious all the time! Just let loose sometimes!” That only pissed Sekido off more, he wanted to kill Karaku and Urogi if he could.

Urogi saw that you we’re sitting down on the sofa, his wings fluttered when he saw you, he flew over to you and hugged you in a tight but warm embrace.“My Love! We’re back from our mission! I don’t know why Sekido is even mad at us.. especially Aizetsu…. Who cares!? I’m glad I’m back to see you!”

“I’m glad to see you all too..But Sekido seemed mad than usual..”

Karaju walked over to you and gave you a peck on the cheek.”Ah don’t worry about him hon, he’s always like this.. he will eventually get over it and, you know this, just don’t try to think much about it, alright? Sekido is the emotion of Anger.. so it’s in his nature to be pissed off at almost everything.” Karaku said as he ruffled your hair. But you just knew he was actually mad about something, but should you just leave him alone or go talk to him?

“Darling I know you’re worried.. but please listen to Karaku.. We should leave Sekido alone for now… It will only piss him off even more if any of us try to talk to him now..” Aizetsu sat down next to you and gave you a quick peck on your forehead. The three of them tried to reassure you to just let Sekido be, but something inside of you was telling you to go check up on your beloved. You looked behind you and saw that Sekido stormed off into a different room.

You eventually went upstairs after spending some time with the two goofs and Aizetsu. You looked over and heard the sound of something grumbling and walking back and forth. You peeped your head towards the door and saw your hot headed husband Sekido. You knocked on the door, letting him know that you’re coming, before entering the door.*Sekido.. What’s wrong?.. You’re never usually-“

“My love.. You don’t understand how MUCH they all piss me off! “

You decided to sit down, because this was going to be a while before he can fully calm down now.”

“It’s like they don’t take this shit seriously! Especially Karaku and Urogi! They always think it’s some kind of fucking game!! Our lives are on the line!! One wrong move and then we’re all fucking dead but they always choose to make everything a damn game! At least Aizetsu takes this shit seriously! But he always gets distracted and his head gets blown off!! Is it that fucking hard to just stop acting like a DAMN fool for once!! And it’s always “Sekido this” or “ Hey Sekido” that.. blah blah….”

You sat there for at least 5 minutes as you heard Sekido going on and on about his brother’ clones. You did understand where he was coming from.. well at least about Karaku and Urogi. A soft sigh left you mouth. You got up and placed a hand on Sekido’s shoulder. A smile was on you face as you sat him down on the bed to try to reason with him about the other clones, they all have different personalities so it was hard. After some time you calmed down Sekido a bit but it was progress, at least he wasn’t as mad as before.. right?

As you were the clone ‘brother’s’ wife/husband, you knew that they all had their moments like this, it was a handful yes but you always tried to manage a way to keep them from killing eachother, but you were also their support system. They all loved you and you love them.

Once you had a chance to speak with Sekido, your little pep talk did work actually.. he understood that they aren’t exactly like him and how they won’t take things as serious as he does. You opened your arms for Sekido, inviting him into a hug. Sekido doesn’t do Hugs, yet alone at that He’s not much into PDA.. But he didn’t want you to think that he didn’t want a hug from you.. Instead he brought your head close to his chest, bringing you into his embrace now, which you happily accepted. He gave you a small kiss on your forehead as a “Thank you”.

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nurse-floyd · 7 months ago

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Heatwaves

Request: Danny x reader who’s also a driver and she’s sick but doesn’t want anyone to know because she doesn’t want to sit out. Danny finds out and doesn’t want her to race but she pushes through and races anyway. Maybe something like the Quatar GP where the heat makes her sick? Thank you!!

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x Reader

Warnings: mentions of throwing up, sickness, car crash, minor hospital mention.

The sun was fucking hot, like hell level burning and sweating hot. The sun beat down on the track and you wondered how the hell you were all going to compete if the warm weather kept up throughout the weekend. You walked into the paddock hand in hand with Danny, waving at the photographers and journalists that were there to capture all the drivers arriving for Qualifying. Despite your appearance and demeanor, you felt awful. You’d felt sick the last few days but pushed it to the side and managed to get through the first few free practices, thinking it was either something you’d eaten or jet lag.

Danny had noticed despite your best efforts to hide it. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine Danny,” you insisted as you made your way to your motor home for the weekend. “I’m just tired, this jet lag is killer.”

He glanced at you for a moment longer as he studied you, “all I’m saying is, maybe just consider sitting out for the rest of the weekend if you still feel like this tomorrow, yeah?”

You gave him a small smack for even thinking that, “yeah, yeah. I’ll be fine. Besides, the teams counting on me,” you replied as you went about unpacking your things.

Despite you pushing him off, Danny still made the effort to check on between the last of his team meetings and media duties, unable to shake off his concern. He found you curled up on the sofa of your driver's room, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on your forehead despite the cool air conditioning blowing in the room, completely drained from qualifying. He knelt by your side and brushed a strand of hair from your forehead, “sweetheart?”

You stirred from your sleep, your eyes fluttering open as you saw Danny leaning over you, “what are you doing here?”

“Checking in on you and I’m glad I did, you look awful,” he replied, concern evident in his voice.

You tried to push him off once more, moving to sit up but as soon as you moved a wave of nausea came over you and had you running to the trash can in the corner of the room. You just about made it there before you were violently throwing up and retching.

Danny was close behind you, holding your hair out of your face and rubbing soothing circles on your back. “Sweetheart, you need to rest. The team will understand.”

Tears of frustration welled in your eyes as you leaned back against Danny, utterly exhausted, “but…they’re counting on me,” you gasped between sobs. Usually you weren’t so emotional. You blamed the illness.

Danny looked down at you in his arms, his eyes filled with concern. “Your health comes first. Not your team. I can talk to them, but you’re not driving in this condition. This is why we have reserve drivers.”

You knew there was no point in arguing with him and truth be told, you knew he was right. Danny left you on the sofa as he went to speak to your team manager and came straight back to your room to get you back to the hotel to rest. You were frustrated, but you knew he was right and who knew, maybe you’d feel better after a good night's sleep.

As it turned out, after a cool shower, some food and a good night sleep you felt a million times better. Your nausea was almost gone and you were determined to prove yourself on the track. After a message with your team manager informing them you’d be racing. Danny, although still apprehensive about you competing in the race was relieved to at least see you looking more like yourself.

“Promise me you won’t overdo it today,” he warns with a kiss to your cheek as you both got ready to go your separate ways and get ready for the day.

You nod, a small smile playing on your lips, “promise” you hold your pinky out for him to shake, something you’d always done when you promised each other something.

At the track you both separated and went about your duties for the day, you met up again for the track walk and for the national anthem, standing next to him as the music played.

As the race began, you quickly found yourself falling into the familiar rhythm of the track. You focussed on the beeps and voices of your engineer in your ear and the track ahead. That, along with the adrenaline from the race pushed all feelings of discomfort or illness out of your mind. You were in your element, wanting nothing more than to push yourself and be on that podium.

As the laps wore on, the adrenaline seemed to fade. The heat was unbareable. The familiar fatigue and nausea came creeping back in and your vision blurred slightly at the edges, but you shook it off.

“Y/N, how’re you holding up?” Your engineers voice came through your earpieces.

“Uh, fine for now,” you lied.

“Seargent is out. Heatstroke. Albon and Tsunoda are struggling too.”

“Yeah, it’s fucking hot out here. How can we race like this?” you complained.

It was true, it was excruciatingly hot outside, let alone in the cockpit with the heat of the engine. The final few laps were agony, you could feel the sweat dripping in your helmet as your condition deteriorated further. Your breathing was laboured and you could just about make out your engineers voice through the haze. The dark spots at the edge of your vision encroached further. The grip on your steering wheel weakened but you knew you had to push on, just a few more laps and you’d be in that ice bath.

As you rounded a tight corner of the track, your car skidded and you failed to keep control of the vehicle as the tires screeched and you careened into the wall. It felt as though the world was in slow motion as your car slammed into the barriers and came to a jarring halt.

“Y/N, are you okay?” your engineers voice crackled through the radio.

But you just couldn’t gather the strength to reply.

Meanwhile, Danny had been having a good race. He was struggling in the heat along with the other drivers but being Australian and suffering through many heatwaves and summers, for once it was playing in his favor.

“Red flag, Daniel. Red flag,” came his race engineer's voice.

“Who?” He responded, already feeling a pit in his stomach, instinctively knowing it was you.

“Y/N…” came his engineers response.

He wanted nothing more than to speed around the track to find you, but pulled into the pit lane to join the other divers. Danny scrambled out of his car and ran towards your team's garage to watch on the screens and get any news he could about your condition.

The medical team had already pulled up at your side, the lead medic climbing on top of your car to check you were still alive. You just about managed to give him a thumbs up before the last of your energy was sapped and you drifted into unconsciousness.

Moments later the team had you extricated from the wreckage and you were rushed towards the medical center. Danny pushed through the crowd, his heart pounding in his chest as he raced to be by your side.

Once you’d been finally cleared by the medics, Danny was allowed back to see you. He sighed, his eyes brimming with tears as he saw you attached to monitors and drips, you looked so small and fragile lying in that bed.

‘Severe heat exhaustion,’ the doctor had informed him.

You were lucky. Lucky you weren’t worse off from the heat stroke and lucky the crash wasn’t any worse. He took the seat by your side and took your hand, squeezing your hand, “I’m here sweetheart.”

The first thing you registered through the haze was a warm hand in yours. Slowly, you blinked your eyes open, squinting against the harsh and bright lights of the room. Your eyes met Danny’s, god he looked utterly exhausted.

“I’m sorry…” you choked out, a single tear rolled down your cheek as you looked at him.

“Don’t be,” came his reply, his voice filled with emotion, “you’re okay and that’s all that matters.”

“What happened?” you asked, unclear of the events. You didn’t remember much after the first few laps and the extreme heat of the cockpit.

“The conditions out there were brutal. We shouldn’t have been racing, it wasn’t safe for any of us.

“I thought it was because I was sick?”

“The heat was the main issue, the doctor said you have heatstroke. Any longer and it could have been a lot worse. Besides, you’re not the only one, Logan’s being treated for severe dehydration, Pierre threw up in his helmet and a few of the others look like shit after that race.”

You grimaced a little, “well at least I didn’t do that.”

That caused him to let out a chuckle. ”You tried your best and that is all anyone could have asked of you. The main thing is, you’re safe.”

You nodded weakly, “thank you, for being here and putting up with me and my stubborn ass.”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way, sweetheart.”

With him by your side you could rest easy, you’d make that podium next time.

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verystrxxwberry · 9 months ago

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Hello! I hope you’re doing well! I noticed your requests were open so I was wondering if you could write a headcanon for Eldarya about MC/Erika or whatever you want to call her giving the ANE guys attitude? Like being upset for whatever reason (that doesn’t necessarily involve them) and them having to handle her in some way? Anyways if you don’t feel like it don’t worry about it, I’m just glad you’re back!

ELDARYA; ANE routes when you’re upset

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NEVRA

The moment he greets you and you simply ignore him or answer in a not very nice way, he becomes worried and wonders if you had any trouble in your day. If he didn’t do anything to make you upset, he is aware of that and doesn’t tend to overthink. In fact, he goes after you and sits besides you, placing his hand on your back.

He got used to dealing with Karenn being upset while growing up, so he knows how to be patient in these situations.

He stays there with you and caresses your back. “What happened? Your pretty face seems mad.” He talks with a low tone to not stress you even more. And even if you don’t want to talk about it, he stays there unless you ask otherwise.

Once you explain to him what happened, he won’t act unless it’s a very unfair thing. He cares about you and he knows you are strong enough to do things on your own. He can give you advice and cheer you up to act, because come on, babe, go eat them up. In case it is something very unfair, don’t worry, he is gonna be there to eat them up too.

If it was his fault: The moment he realized you wouldn't like one of the things he did, he already started planning how to apologize. He can read your expression pretty well, and he feels bad when you look so drained. Why did he do certain things that he knew you wouldn't like? Ah, that's simply because he wasn't thinking. He was simply impulsive.

Don’t try the silent treatment with him because he is gonna be so needy for your attention at some point that he will cross his arms and sit in your lap -no matter if he crushes you- or lay down his head there and say “are you willing to forgive me?”, “come on, chill a bit and let’s talk”, “I won’t move until that moody face disappears.”

He is capable of pinching your cheeks to bother you, but it can only go two ways… good or bad…

He will not let you go until you feel better.

LANCE

He is genuinely confused and overthinks the situation. Why didn’t you accept his cheek kiss?- He has already done too much bad stuff to allow himself to hurt the one he loves the most in his current life. He’d be like “Uh, what did I do..?”

If it’s his fault, he is gonna search for the best way to make it up to you, because he has a mask to keep in front of others and being in a tense situation with you makes him not be able to focus on work. At first, he would give you time to be alone and not be so invasive. He probably did a mental speech of what to say to fix it for the last few hours, and when he feels prepared, he kneels in front of you and grabs one of your hands. “Darling, could you please listen to my words for a bit…? I want to be honest…” His voice is softer than usual, you can even feel that the authority and roughness he always speaks with disappears and there is a vulnerable side of him showing at this moment.

In case you forgive him, you would notice how he leaves a few kisses on your hand as thanks, without saying anything else. In case you do not forgive him.... well, he would leave a timid kiss on your hand and mumble "It's okay, I understand. I'll be patient." Although inside he's truly impatient to know if you forgive him....

He'll never do whatever he did to make you unhappy again.

If it’s someone else’s fault, he is going to talk with the person that made your day worse, or to reassure you with a hug -because he doesn’t know how to comfort too well with his words-. Put him on a leash because if he finds out that someone has done something bad to you, he won't hesitate to have a 'serious conversation' with them.

LEIFTAN

Being your soulmate, he can feel the anxiety that has formed in you at the moment when what has upset you happens. Even if you are far away, he is already thinking about what he will do when he sees you. Maybe you need your space, or maybe you'd like him to be there to calm you down.

Very patient, he has had to deal with Miiko's and Lance's anger many times -although sometimes they would get on his nerves, but Leiftan knows how to keep some serenity and calm so that things don't escalate to more-. So, he will listen to you and then give you the advice you need.

And don't be afraid, because whether it's his fault or not, Leiftan will never judge or devalue your reasons for feeling bad. Whether it's because of some insecurity of yours, some accumulation of stress or something, he's going to nod his head and let you let it go. You don't have to be ashamed of feeling negative emotions.

If it is his fault, it is most likely a misunderstanding or some minor action of his that has accumulated with the stress you were already carrying. He has no problem apologizing from the bottom of his heart and clearing up anything that was misunderstood. In case it was something external, Leiftan will be able to advise you.

And after speaking to you sincerely, he would lean towards you to kiss your head and caress your shoulder gently. "I encourage you to be more direct with your thoughts and not let them accumulate like this. When you burst out, you can end up hurting yourself and others, and you don't deserve to carry that pain alone by yourself." She would explain in almost a whisper, while pressing little kisses on your head and shoulders.

MATHIEU

He is concerned and a little bit paralyzed, not knowing how to act. He takes a deep breath. He is not used to dealing with his partner being like this. He approaches and hugs you from behind and asks “Have I done something to upset you?”, notoriously worried.

Mathieu genuinely doesn’t know what he did if it was his fault, so you should refresh his memory if it was the case.

And man, a pout appears on his face, feeling guilty of making you upset. "Oh, jeez... Forgive me." And his arms wrap around your waist, hugging you and burying his face in the crook of your neck. The most likely thing that bothered you about him was dealing with all his energy at some bad time, because Mathieu can be intense with his games and pranks. There are times when even if you tell him to stop his prank, he can keep it up, and many times throughout his life he has found himself in the situation of having annoyed someone by his explosive energy of happiness.

To cheer you up, he would leave you alone for a while while he goes to prepare your favorite food. And suddenly, from behind you would be caught by an arm that would drag you to bed. In a matter of seconds you would be wrapped in a blanket that surrounds your whole body except your face, and in your lap a bowl of your favorite food. Mathieu would hold you between his legs, letting you rest your back against his chest and saying. "Even if you are angry, have this delicacy as an offering of your forgiveness, your majesty..."

He would just stay there, hugging you silently -except if you bring up a topic of conversation- while you enjoy your meal. He will be happy to see you enjoying it, and even more, when you forgive him he will be very excited.

If it were for an external cause, his response would be "Oh, honey, I know the world is an unfair place...but let's try to cheer you up now and we'll figure out how to deal with it later." He's not much of a counselor, but he does know how to distract you from whatever negative situation you find yourself in.

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task force 141 reacting to [reader] having excessively watery eyes — python333

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synopsis just as the title says once again! tf141 and their reactions to [reader] having excessively watery eyes. if you want to get a bit more medical, the term for it would just be 'high tear drainage capacity'! it's basically just something some people have where they naturally just produce more tears and as a result their eyes water excessively at (as far as i know) random times!

relationships platonic!taskforce 141 & reader.

characters cap. john price, soap, ghost, gaz.

warnings 2nd person pov [you/yours/yourself], usage of c/n [code name/call sign], might be ooc. :{

note i was watching super 8 when i got this idea, because my eyes got watery all of a sudden while watching it and i was like 'omg i should post this on tumblr' because i'm a writing whore so here i am again. my fingers hurt from typing all the things in html to make the text small and shit but we still up!!

JOHN “BRAVO SIX” PRICE

➥ he thinks you’re crying at first.

➥ it’s not his fault! he had no idea your eyes just water up randomly.

➥ when he sees your eyes well up with tears, depending on how close y’all are, his fatherly instincts—which he, obviously, developed after meeting gaz—kick in immediately.

➥ “Are you okay, [c/n]?” “Why are you crying?” “Did something happen? What happened?” “... What do you mean?” “This is normal?”

➥ he’s kind of embarrassed for worrying so much after you reassure him that you were okay and that your eyes just excessively water, to be honest.

➥ he’s glad that you’re okay though, obviously.

➥ he never really gets used to seeing you tear up randomly? even though you told him it was normal?

➥ like he knows that 99% of the time you tear up it’s just because you do that, but he still likes to be sure that you’re okay, so he always makes sure to ask if you’re okay.

➥ he’s such!! a father!! i’m crying!! and it's not just my excessive eye watering!!

—

You both had just been hanging out in the recreation center, Price on the couch and you sitting on a chair right by that couch. You were scrolling through your phone, while Price was reading the newspaper—usual old man activities. While scrolling through your social media feed, you didn’t even notice the way tears started to well up in your eyes until your vision got blurry and you felt a small, wet trail of a single tear roll down your cheek.

You’d sighed and pulled a pocket-sized tissue pack out out your pocket, pulling out a tissue and dabbing at your eyes, ridding them of the tears. Of course, the tears didn’t just stop there, they kept coming, so you kept wiping and dabbing at your eyes, hoping that they would go away soon. This was a fairly regular occurrence— for you.

Price caught sight of this and immediately looked worried. He stared at you for a moment as you wiped your eyes, wondering if he should speak up, and eventually had tentatively asked, “Are you okay, [c/n]?”

You looked over at him and pulled the tissue away from your face for a moment, “Yeah, why?” Your voice didn’t sound strained or hoarse like Price had expected, seeing as you were practically crying.

“You’re crying,” Price had pointed out, pointing to your eyes as if you couldn’t notice it, “Did something happen?”

You sat there, a bit dumbfounded, and Price took your silence as hesitation to tell him what was going on. “You can tell me what’s going on, [c/n]. I won’t judge you,” He’d reassured you softly, setting down his book and putting all of his attention on you.

Oh God. “Nothing happened,” You’d quickly assured him, “This is normal, don’t worry about it.”

“... What do you mean, ‘this is normal’?” Price asked, now confused as well as concerned, “You cry often, mate?”

“I mean, kind of?” You had replied, before sighing and clarifying, “My eyes just water up a lot. It’s not really crying.”

“Oh,” Price said dumbly, before nodding and giving you one last concerned look, “Right, then. Uh… sorry about that.”

“It’s okay,” You smiled at him, going back to dabbing at your eyes with a tissue, while he reluctantly went back to his book.

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JOHN “SOAP” MACTAVISH

➥ can’t mind his own business for the life of him.

➥ similar to price, he thinks you’re crying at first.

➥ but he doesn’t hesitate at all, the moment he sees you tearing up he’s like ‘woah what the fuck are you okay??’

➥ you have to firmly tell him that yes, you’re okay, you just have very watery eyes.

➥ he still offers to get you tissues and some water, worried by the amount of tears you’re producing, thinking you’re gonna get really dehydrated.

➥ makes sure you’re completely okay and that you’re not just making this all up to hide the fact that you’re actually crying.

➥ after that whole interaction, he doesn’t get as worried when your eyes randomly water up, and instead teases you about it.

➥ learns to know when you’re actually crying, just so that he can offer comfort when it’s appropriate, and tease you when it’s appropriate.

—

The two of you were hanging out in Ghost’s room, since his was cleaner than the both of your’s combined, and he was away on a mission. Soap laid down on Ghost’s bed while you were sitting on the edge of the same bed, the sheets and blankets wrinkled from you both moving around on the bed. Soap was scrolling through his phone while you sat opposite of him and read a book Price had recommended to you—in his usual old man pseudo-father fashion, he’d told you to spend less time on your phone and ‘read a damn book’—so you were doing just that.

It was when you’d just reached chapter six when your vision got blurry and you sighed, knowing what was happening already. It was just annoying, honestly, having to pull out your tissues every ten minutes because your stupid tear ducts couldn’t function properly. When you went to pull out the mini tissue pack you always carried with you—or so you thought—you were surprised to find that the familiar plastic rectangle of tissues were nowhere to be found in your pockets. You checked your back pockets, front pockets, and yet they weren’t in either.

You let out a small, frustrated sigh through your nose and got up from the bed, the movement making Soap look up and over at you.

“Hey, where are ye—blimey, are ye cryin’?” Soap questioned, his questioning tone quickly becoming concerned, “Are ye alright? It wasnae the book that made ye cry, aye?”

You looked back at Soap, sighing, wiping at your eyes with the sleeve of your shirt, “Yeah, I’m fine. Don’t even worry about it, it’s normal, I just need to go get some tissues.”

“What dae ye mean this is normal?” Soap asked, sitting up. I just want to grab tissues, man, You think, miserably before short explanation that yes, you’re okay, no, you’re not crying, your eyes are just watery—basically the same answer you give every who eventually asks about your little ‘quirk’.

“Ye sure ye’re alright?” Soap asked, just making sure you’re actually okay, “Ye’re definitely no’ crying?”

“Definitely not crying,” You confirmed, “Just watery eyes.”

“Alright, then,” Soap breathed out, relieved that you were okay, before getting up and asking, “Dae ye need some tissues, water, anythin’?”

“Just tissues,” You answered, walking towards the door, “I can get them—”

“Nah, nah, ye stay richt there!” Soap quickly said, somehow getting to the door before you despite him having been right in front of the bed moments earlier, “I’ll get it!”

You watched him run out the door at a speed comparable to the usain bolt and stayed there for a moment, just staring at the now opened door, before huffing out a small laugh and heading back to the bed and sitting down.

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SIMON “GHOST” RILEY

➥ he doesn’t notice until you’re wiping at your eyes and huffing in frustration when tears keep coming.

➥ the first time it happened, he didn’t ask if you were alright verbally, but did shoulder nudge you and gave you a look that asks ‘are you okay?’

➥ when you nodded and continued wiping at your eyes, ghost gave you one last look before trusting that you were okay and continuing on with his day.

➥ he pretended he didn’t care but thought about it for a bit afterwards, especially if you guys are really close.

➥ he asked price if you tearing up is just a normal thing or if you were actually crying, and let himself relax when he was told that yes, your eyes just water up randomly.

➥ he’s naturally a very observant person and will be able to tell when you’re actually crying fairly quickly.

➥ he’ll still look you over to make sure you’re okay, of course, just to double check, but once he’s confirmed that your eyes are just getting watery again he’ll let himself relax.

➥ depending on how close you both are, he’ll carry around a pack of tissues for you.

—

You and Ghost were in a helicopter, another mission successful. It wasn’t the worst one you’d had—but it was far from easy to accomplish. You were reasonably tired after this mission, all the leftover adrenaline wearing off, making you slump a bit in your seat.

You were just about to close your eyes to rest them, when suddenly you realized how blurry your vision had gotten. You were confused for a moment before realizing—oh, right, that happens.

You sighed, knowing you didn’t bring your usual pack of tissues with you, thinking it would just take up useless space in the pockets of your tactical gear. You wiped your eyes with the gloves you’d been wearing, albeit they weren’t the best option but the sleeves of your shirt were far too short for you to use, the hem of your shirt was dirty, and while your gloves were dirty as well, the back of them weren’t nearly as filthy as the hem of your shirt.

As you wiped away with the back of your glove, Ghost noticed your watery eyes and nudged your shoulder with his own. You paused and pulled your hand away from your eye, giving him a questioning look. He didn’t say anything, but instead gave you a questioning look back, a look you assumed to be one that asked, ‘are you okay?’, judging by the way his eyes darted to your own very watery ones. You nodded, mouthing the words ‘I’m okay’, and he nodded back, going back to staring ahead of him.

Hours after you had gotten off the helicopter, you were walking by Price’s office, and couldn’t help but hear Ghost’s voice. Being the nosy person you are, you cautiously pressed your ear to the door.

“—don’t worry, it’s normal,” You heard Price reassuring Ghost, “I doubt they’d cry after a mission like that, anyway.”

“And they’ve told you it’s normal?” Ghost asked, just to confirm, “You know this for a fact?”

You didn’t stay long enough to hear the rest of the conversation, instead walking away and suppressing a smile at Ghost’s mildly worried tone.

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KYLE “GAZ” GARRICK

➥ he notices pretty quickly.

➥ no matter how many times he’s caught you tearing up, he’ll still ask you if you’re okay.

➥ he makes sure to bring a clean handkerchief with him, just incase you forget your tissues.

➥ he’ll even bring it with him on missions, knowing you don’t want to bring your small pack of tissues with you.

➥ the first time he catches your eyes watering up, he gets pretty worried.

➥ he makes sure not to make a big deal out of it though, trying to be as considerate as possible, and instead quietly asks you if you’re okay.

➥ when you reassure him that you are and tell him your eyes are just naturally watery, he’s pretty relieved, and lets it go.

➥ he trusts that you told him the truth, and doesn’t question you again after that.

➥ around the fifth time it’d happened, he’d grown pretty used to it, so when you started tearing up walking back to the rendezvous point with him after a mission, he had a handkerchief ready for you.

—

You panted while you walked, trying to get your breathing under control. You’d done a lot of running today—while you were pretty fit, and could run perfectly fine, you didn’t particularly like running as fast as you can away from enemy soldiers while your teammates shot them down, leaving you praying that the bullets that tailed your feet didn’t hit you.

Eventually, you got your breath under control, but immediately afterwards, your eyes had started to water.

You sighed and were about to wipe at your eyes with your hands, before your hand was stopped mid air. You looked over at Gaz, who had caught your hand by the wrist and offered you a handkerchief with his free hand.

The handkerchief was fairly clean, and you grabbed it, muttering a small ‘thank you’ as you did. Gaz smiled at you and gave you a simple pat on the shoulder.

Once the two of you reached the rendezvous point, you handed him back the handkerchief, hoping that your grateful smile was enough to express your full gratitude.

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