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your-nanas-house · 10 months ago

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◇ Pairing: Emma Skillpa X fem!Reader, John Skillpa X fem!Reader

◇ Warnings: passionate kissing, multiple personality disorder, fluff, angst, friends to lovers

◇ Summary: Y/n spends Christmas Eve with the Skillpa.

◇ Note: Another collaboration with @mrkdvidal1989. Fic of the new "event" 'From love to Love'!!! He wrote most of it... sorry, man.

She took a deep breath, holding her coat tightly closed to her body, a basket with food lazily hanging on to her arm.

The cold wind kept blowing right in her face accompanied by relentless snow, as she stood in front of the Skillpa’s house.

It was Christmas Eve so there was no one out in the streets but there she was, looking around with her body nearly frozen. A deep reason behind her gesture.

That day was way longer than she'd like it to be, as she yawned covering her face.

Nothing was happening, time in the bank flowing lazily with a couple of customers coming in every now and then.

Looking around she noticed only two workers sitting by their desks, talking and servicing customers.

It wasn't surprising, since the town wasn't big by any means. Barely ten thousand residents.

Getting up, Y/n straightened her back looking at her coworkers. Each sitting behind their desks, separated by little walls.

After a second she could see the jet black hair peeking from behind the thin wall.

A smile appeared on her lips before taking the right direction to head towards John's desk.

”Hey Johnny” She spoke up, startling him a little as he jumped in his seat. His brown eyes scanned her face before letting out a breath through his mouth.

”Y/n” He breathed out. ”You scared me.” he murmured softly while lowering his gaze shyly.

She giggled hearing his slightly shaky tone.

He was always like this, ever since she met him as a teenager. Quiet and not very outgoing, keeping to himself. Not bothering anyone.

Her eyes wandered around their work place before stopping back on the shy man

“Any plans for today?” she asked, playing nervously with the ring she was wearing, not taking her eyes away from him.

“Are you.. And Emma going to do something special?” Y/n asked with a kind smile, nodding at a coworker as he passed by… still waiting for any reply.

John shook his head slightly, stopping to work to look shyly at her, his gaze a bit low.. not really meeting her own “Nothing special, we planned just a dinner. She will cook… just an intimate and cosy thing.” he informed her with a tight lip smile.

Y/n nodded, still playing with her ring as she weighed her options, knowing well how John's disorder worked. Gulping through the knot in her throat, she gathered the courage.

”Can… Can I come too?” She whispered quietly, offering a small smile “I could help Emma with the food.” Suggesting quietly, she moved closer, looking him in the eyes.

John moved around, uncomfortably before she put a hand on his shoulder.

”I… I don't know.” He stuttered out nervously, running a hand through his hair. Y/n knew what was going through his head. He was wondering if Emma would like that, but… but Y/n knew that John would spend Christmas all alone. Without having any family members and friends, he'd have no other choice…

”Come on, Johnny. We're friends. Emma likes me too.” She encouraged him like she always did, being a little playful to gain his small, shy smile.

Getting up from his chair, John straightened his back, gaining a few inches to his height before looking her in the eyes with a smile.

”O..okay” He nodded, chuckling before she went in for a hug, embracing his thin silhouette.

Her feet started to bring her closer to the front door, her mind racing as thoughts filled her head. Who was going to open the door? Emma… John? She never knew what to expect while coming over, but that day.. was important. She had to, Y/n encouraged herself quietly.

Two knocks and quick but soft, muffled footsteps approached the door.. her heart beating faster with anticipation, her hands shaking slightly.

“Yes?” The front door opened, Emma tilted her head, watching her carefully, kind of surprised and confused “Hi, dear” Y/n smiled sweetly, looking her up and down “You look amazing! I love your dress and hairstyle” she complimented, entering the house after the woman smiled confidently while locking the door behind her “Thank you”.

The two women stood in front of each other, Y/n looking awkwardly before handing her container with food. Emma smiled back, a little unsure but grateful before letting her in.

She walked quickly to the kitchen, putting the basket on the counter, ready to prepare all the food and the table.

“What are you doing?” Emma asked quickly, staring at her curiously, a glimpse of annoyance in her brown eyes. Her hands on her hips and her head tilted in a scolding way “You are a guest, I can take care of this, honey. Go sit in the living room” she ordered with a soft scowl, still smiling to appear kind. ”John is getting ready, he will be down shortly.” She added.

Y/n nodded quickly, not wanting to upset her or anything so she headed to the living room, removing her coat before sitting on the sofa with an empty stare.

Her leg kept bouncing up and down, trying to keep the ticklish sensation under control.

The whole atmosphere in the house was always the same, but.. even after all those years, she still felt kind of scared but fascinated… and the feelings she had for John were stronger than any kind of fear she ever felt around Emma or him.

After seeing that the brunette woman prepared all the food, she could hear her steps on the stairs. Heels clicking against the wood as she climbed them quickly with grace. Unmistakably Emma.

With a smile Y/n waited for John, not too long, because only a couple minutes before the black haired man came down. His brown eyes lighting up as soon as he noticed her by the table. His footsteps were rather different from the ones before. Heavier, yet less confident and slower.

“Hi, John” the young woman quickly greeted, getting up with a brighter smile “You.. you look good” she complimented softly, knowing well that he was far too shy to compliment her first without being uncomfortable. She had no intentions of making him uncomfortable in any way, today.

“Thank.. you. You look beautiful as well.” He replied with a nervous chuckle before sitting by her side, glancing around the room before his chocolate eyes settled on her face.

“Thank you” she smiled, looking at how his Adam’s apple moved as he gulped nervously, his hands rubbing against his thighs.

Seeing his nervous gestures, Y/n chuckled quietly, getting his attention as he looked at her with a smile.

”What?” He asked in a shaky voice, making her shake her head lightly. ”Nothing, Johnny. Maybe.. maybe we should open the wine I brought? Emma left it on the kitchen counter.” She suggested biting her bottom lip nervously, earning a quick shy nod from him.

John got up, heading to the kitchen before he froze for a second, turning around.

”Shouldn’t we wait for her?” He asked, making Y/n’s heartbeat faster for a moment. Shaking her head lightly, she replied.

”Um… no, no.. she went upstairs to get ready, you know.. ladies need time to look beautiful.” Y/n said, trying to sound confident.. which apparently worked as he nodded, quickly heading to the kitchen and popping the wine open, followed by her.

His shaky hands reached for two glasses, filling them with the poisoning drink, handing it carefully to her… watching her sip before doing the same.

They kept looking at each other awkwardly while drinking, her gaze on him as he started to wander shyly, stopping on the ceiling… causing her to look there as well.

As the lighthead that she was, Y/n felt light and chatty after a barely couple sips of the strong wine, making John smile shyer as he watched her become bolder.

Her cheeks became more flushed, eyes more shiny as she chatted about the funny story she had.

Suddenly stopping with her words as John let out a relaxed laugh, one that she never heard before. Shaking his head he kept chuckling before turning his head, as he noticed that she didn't continue.

”Huh? What?” He repeated, cheeks turning red as well at the sudden attention he had from her side. Noticing the warmth in her stare, he almost squirmed.

“Nothing, just… love your laugh.” she whispered with a soft smile, moving closer to him while putting the glass down on the surface. John’s eyes scanned her shyly, his body moving carefully backwards till he gathered a bit of boldness, enough to take a step forward so that Y/n could now reach for him.

He gulped softly, watching his lovely friend as she admired his face, her hands rubbing his arms carefully, as to not startle him, while leaning closer and closer. Her breath now caressing his pale face.

”Wh..what are you…” John whispered, trying to stutter out a coherent question but stumbling over his words. Y/n smiled lightly, looking in his beautiful brown eyes before tilting her head up, and looking far above their heads with a chuckle.

”Look up.” She suggested quietly, which he.. eventually did.

A mistletoe, hanging right from the ceiling. John furrowed his eyebrows with a tight lip grin, trying to remember when he put it there. After a couple seconds realising that… it must've been Emma.

His brown eyes lowered slowly, jolting softly when she moved her hands on his narrow hips, her nose brushing against his.. the bold feeling taking over her body and mind, combined with the wine she drank, creating the confidence that usually would never come to her.

“Tradition, hmm?” Y/n whispered with flushed cheeks, looking for approval in his eyes before letting her gaze fall on his pink lips.

As soon as she moved closer, almost touching him… John's world stopped spinning for a moment. Waiting with anticipation for the upcoming moment, he froze, breathing deeply through his slightly parted lips.. before feeling hers on his own, fitting so perfectly like they never parted. Like they were made to kiss and never stop.

Her lips were soft against his, her movements slow… his eyes fluttered shut, stopping his attempt to reciprocate for a moment, as anxiety pierced his mind really quickly.

Only when Y/n’s hand pulled him closer, John let himself relax into the kiss, sighing quietly before he kissed her back, as well as he could. The sensation was very overwhelming, in a couple seconds John felt… a little weak, his mind becoming distant before suddenly blacking out, almost like he fell asleep.

Y/n’s eyes widened as she felt his hands move towards her hips, grasping them roughly before pushing her on the counter. Kiss becoming deeper, more passionate and bold.

His hands moved, letting his arms hold and hug her smaller frame while his lips moved quickly down her neck, making her shiver and squeak softly.

“John—” she breathed out, trying to push him softly away from him “So eager” She added, her voice filled with surprise at his unexpected behaviour.

A nervous giggle escaping her hips, feeling pretty shy now that he was acting that way… another squeak left her mouth as his hands grabbed the flesh of her ass while kissing her passionately.

“Slow!... Slow down” she shied away, meeting his gaze… both breathing heavily “Sorry, darling” a more feminine voice replied. Her brown eyes checking her out as she bit her bottom lip, nibbling on it softly not noticing or ignoring the shocked expression on Y/n’s face.

“Some more wine? Or do we start the dinner?” she asked her with a soft smile, pecking her lips again before walking back to the counter to prepare the things.

A soft smile on her face till she turned back around, meeting Y/n’s eyes “Come on, honey” she smiled brighter, making the young woman blush more before moving quickly to help her with the table.

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mysaintkitten · 1 year ago

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Okay here's something: so reader is in love with Emma just cause of their talks but they think she's married to John like everyone else in town does so they hate him and thinks "oh I could treat her so much better" so they confess to Emma and asks her to run away with them.

Super dramatic I know, but I love my girl, but feel free to totally ignore this lol. Love your work!

although kitten is my main wife .. cillian looked absolutely gorgeous as emma. the brown eyes and brown hair ?? hello ?? also thank you so much !!

Lonesome | Emma Skillpa x fem!reader

prompt: emma isn’t being treated right by john, and you’re sick of it (NO MINORS!!!)

WARNINGS: none really, just fluff i think lol

word count: 1.2k

“milk or sugar?” emma asks from the kitchen,

“neither, please.” you respond, fidgeting with your hands in front of you.

you weren’t able to be alone with emma very often, you wanted to make sure you didn’t fuck anything up.

emma returns with two cups in hand and a spoon, smiling at you softly.

“for you,” she whispers, placing the cup in front of you, “for me.”

she flattens out her dress before sitting across from you at the table, “so, how’ve you been? it’s been a while since we’ve chatted.”

your eyes shift from your cup to her face, “oh, i’ve been alright. things have been stressful, but nothing i can’t manage. how about you?”

she picks up her spoon and begins to stir her tea, “things have been a bit mundane recently, but johns always keeping me busy with the housework.” she laughs

you smile at her laugh, but hearing her speak about john upset you. you know it shouldn’t, but you just had a deep inkling that he didn’t treat her right. and now look. she’s saying he doesn’t even help out with housework.

you lift your cup to your lips and take a small sip, “how’s john been?”

she doesn’t respond right away and breaks eye contact briefly before pulling herself together to respond

“he’s been good. busy with work,” she says, “i feel like i barely see him.”

so not only does he not help out, he doesn’t even give her the time of day? sickening. how could he have such a kind, compassionate, gorgeous wife, and not appreciate her? you think about emma, all alone, yearning for some sort of intimacy, affection, hell, even just attention. you’d give it to her. you’d give it all to her. but she’s a married woman, and you doubt she even swings that way.

you snap yourself out of your thoughts to respond, “must be hard,” you start, “i’m sorry john doesn’t .. you know .. give you the attention you need ..”

you watch emma’s face, she looks upset.

you attempt to backtrack, “i’m sorry if i went too far it’s just .. i hate to see someone like you being under appreciated.”

just when you think you’ve dug yourself into a deeper hole, she brings her eyes up to you again,

“someone like me?”

you swallow, how do you word this without making her uncomfortable?

“you’re just .. so sweet, and giving. and whenever i hear you talk about john it’s like he’s always .. not doing enough for you.”

she takes another sip from her tea and stands up, “he does enough. he’s just busy. he works. it’s how he shows he cares.”

emma heads to the kitchen and you trail behind her, “he shows he cares about you by neglecting you?”

you’re distain for john is becoming more and more evident by your tone and word choice. but to be fair, you’re not the only one that feels this way. everyone thinks john is kind of strange, but him being a shitty husband on top of that isn’t him making him look very good as a person.

she turns her body to you, her face displaying some sort of negative emotion that you can’t quite pinpoint. anger? sadness? both?

“it’s not neglect. i’m not a child.”

“no, you aren’t a child, but you’re a woman with needs. and he’s not fulfilling those needs, is he?” you question, she remains silent as her bottom lip quivers slightly, “when was the last time he held you? touched you?” you ask softly

as those words leave your mouth, she begins to cry. instantly you feel a pang of guilt.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry ..” you whisper, rubbing her back soothingly, “its just .. it upsets me, emma.”

she sniffles and wipes her eyes, “no, no, it’s not what you said .. well, it is ..” she mumbles, “i’m so lonely.”

hearing her mutter those words made you feel awful. this poor woman, you don’t even want to think about how long she’s been feeling this way for.

she chuckles weakly, “i can’t even remember the last time he kissed me.”

you feel an impulse pop into your head, before you can contemplate if it’s appropriate or not it’s already leaving your mouth,

“can i kiss you?”

her tears slowly stop and her cheeks blush slightly, “what?” she whispers, clearly taken aback

your hearts racing exponentially faster, “can i .. uh .. can i kiss you?”

she takes a moment to respond, you’re convinced you’ve gone too far and she’s thinking up a kind way to ask you to leave,

“yes.”

you’re in disbelief, “really?”

“yes, you can kiss me.” she repeats

after receiving her approval, you gather up the courage to plant a small peck onto her lips. you give her another and she kisses you back, bringing her body a bit closer to yours.

the pecks shift into deep kisses, her hunger for intimacy was apparent in her body language.

she runs her hands along your hips, wrapping them around you just to hold you close.

you detach from her lips and bring them to her neck, kissing her skin softly, she moans quietly.

as you kiss her neck, you bring your hand between her legs, wanting to take this a bit further,

“no, stop” she whines, you pull your hand away and remove your head from her neck, immediately you regret your decision,

“i’m sorry, emma, i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” you apologize

“it’s okay .. it’s okay .. maybe we could just-“ she starts, “never mind, it sounds dumb.”

you cup her face gently, “no, talk to me, please.”

“could we just .. talk? and kiss?” she asks, seemingly embarrassed by the request, you just smile,

“that sounds nice,” you coo, “but, what about john? what if he sees?”

she shrugs, “he’s been busy, he won’t see. i promise.”

she leads you up to her bedroom and the two of you lay in her bed, kissing, giggling, talking. as the sun begins to set, emma pulls out some wine.

she pours you and her a drink, and the two of you get undeniably tipsy.

as you kiss her with your hand on her thigh, the alcohol seems to cloud your better judgement. you whisper to her, “run away with me.”

she hums, “how do i explain that john?”

“he doesn’t need an explanation.”

she smiles and sighs before leaning in to kiss you again, “i’ll have to think about it.”

as you continue to drink throughout the night, she gets bit handsy, but no direct contact was made, just needy little touches. you allow her to touch within her limits, she’s clearly desperate for more, but she’s not ready to give it all up tonight. and that’s okay.

you fell asleep in her bed, wrapped up in her arms, and wake up with the bed empty. you sit up, a bit upset, but you notice a note sitting on the nightstand, it reads;

thank you for giving me a wonderful night, i’m sorry i couldn’t be here when you woke up. next time, i’ll make you breakfast in bed.

- emma

you grin at the note, and you grin even harder at her alluding to a “next time.”

you’re looking forward to doing this again.

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i think this was mostly my subconscious talking .. emma skillpa if you’re reading this i want to kiss you

#cillian murphy #cillian murphy smut #cillian murphy x reader #cillian x fem!reader #emma skillpa #emma skillpa x reader #peacock #hope y’all like this #:)

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