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mikkomacko · 1 month ago

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Can you write a comforting Nico blurb? I got laid off today and I just feel like that will make me feel better

Hi loveeee. I’m so sorry it took me a bit to get to this one and I’m so sorry you got laid off :(

I hope everything’s ok and I wish nothing but blessings and good things for you <33

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It was like the earth was off its axel. From the moment you got up it all just felt off. Your hair would style right, your toothpaste tasted funky, and then by extension your breakfast tasted even funkier. Your clothes didn’t seem to fit right. They all felt too tight or too big or just too different.

To make it all worse Nico had an early morning and was gone before you even stirred. He didn’t wake you to tell you bye or give you a kiss or anything.

He just left.

Which probably isn’t the root of this very bad no good day you’re having but for now you’ll say it is.

And then you left the house with Timo and halfway to the gym realized that you left your phone charging on your nightstand. All because you forgot to plug it in last night.

So you were grumpy. And a crybaby. And moody.

And Timo knew it. You didn’t count with him when you two did your warm up stretches. You didn’t say a word or complain when he had you follow up with a mile run on the treadmill. And you looked boneless and lifeless when you strapped boxing gloves on you.

Half asses punches that barely swayed the punching bag, weak kicks that only rattled the chain, and after each one a shaky breath rattled out of you.

“Are you ok?”

Timo holds the bag still, looking around at you with worried eyes. He’s never seen you like this. So sad…so dejected. You look like-well Nico to be honest but only if you made him cute, gave him an ice cream cone and then slapped it out of his hand five seconds later.

“Yeah,” you sighed, lips in a permanent frown when you met his gaze. You didn’t even try to hide the lie from him.

“Come on tell me what’s wrong? Do you need a rest day?”

You shrugged, gloved hands hanging heavily by your sides. Hiding from him, your gaze dropped to your shoes. Even from here he could see the way you started blinking, eyelashes fluttering as you fought not to cry.

Heart sinking, Timo gave up and guided you back to the other side of the room where your things were. You sat on the bench, droopy and depressed as he took your gloves off and untaped your fingers.

You just sat there with glossy eyes, staring ahead.

Everything felt so heavy today, so undoable. And you felt stupid for thinking it, but all you wanted was Nico. Realistically you know he’d be ok with it, but you couldn’t bring yourself to take him away for the day. He was busy and he had work and things to do today.

You aren’t a child, he can’t just drop his responsibilities for the day to be with you. Even if you wanted him to you don’t have your phone to call him.

“I just want to go home I think,” you finally mumbled, blinking up at Timo. He nodded, helped you wordlessly pack your things and then followed you to the car.

It was ten minutes into the drive, sitting in traffic with teary eyes that Timo gave in. He had been waiting for you to say something, to ask for Nico but it was clear now that you were being stubborn about this.

Pulling out his phone, Timo quickly typed out a text.

Meet us at the house as soon as you can. Not 9-1-1 but if you’re free

He doesn’t even have time to lock his phone before Nico is liking the text, and the car inched forwards towards the exit.

“M’sorry I ruined training,” you finally say, staring out the front windshield. Timo watches you for a moment, frowning. You turn on your seat warmer.

“S’ok,” Timo assured, exiting and you tuck your knees into your chest as he accelerates. “You didn’t ruin anything. Promise.”

“Ok.”

He clears his throat. “You want anything before we get home? Hot cocoa or a hot tea?”

You make a noise of declination, sighing softly and leaning into the passenger window. And you stay that way the whole ride home.

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It was nice being home, but still not entirely better. At least now you could feel uncomfortable in the sanctity of your house.

But it was frustrating. So frustrating that a headache was steadily building up in the back of your brain and all you could bring yourself to do was take some pills and lay in a ball on the couch.

The dog jumped up, curled up next to you and you hugged him to your chest, feeling his body rise and fall as he took breathes. Timo fetched your phone from upstairs from you, covering you and the dog with a blanket while you checked the notifications.

There was only one from Nico.

Missing you extra today 😚♥️

You couldn’t help but smile at that, telling him you missed him too and blinking back pathetic tears as you tucked the phone under the throw pillow and laid back down.

Timo had barely put on the next episode of your favorite tv series when the sound of the front door unlocking startled the dog. He jumped up, slipping out from your hold and taking off to the front door with a low growl.

You frown at Timo and he just pats your head. Assuming it’s Luke coming to get something to eat or Johnny ditching his duties, you let the dog growl knowing he’ll stop when he recognizes them.

“Ruhig,” a familiar accented voice shushes, and the dog silences. You perk up, looking at Timo expectantly and he smiles a bit. “Braver hund.”

You bite at your cheek, bottom lip wobbling at your best friend and he rolls his eyes.

“Yes I called him, ok? You were really sad.”

Just as you’re sitting up on the couch Nico comes in, a carrier of drinks in hand and the dog trailing after him.

“Hey,” he says, tossing his things on the side table and placing the drinks on the coffee table. Timo grabs his eagerly, reclining back in his spot and chugging down some of his iced coffee.

Nico crouches down next to you, cupping the side of your face in his large palm. His gaze is sweet and warm, washes over you like honey.

“Why the sad face gorgeous?” He asks, a teasing lilt in his tone despite the actual underlying concern.

“Don’t know,” you mumble, covering his hand with yours and pressing it further into your skin. “Missed you a lot I guess.”

His lips quirk. “You guess?”

“You didn’t kiss me bye this morning so I can’t be certain.”

And that makes him chuckle, crinkles by his eyes and dimples those plush cheeks of his. He grabs the other side of your face, gently squeezing and bring you in so he can plant a smacking kiss on your forehead, and then on your nose, and one more on your lips just to be sure.

“Certain now?” He asks. “Or should I try again.”

“One more,” you request softly, eyes falling shut when he kisses you again, gently this time. His nose brushes against your cheekbone, hands strong and protective as they cradle your jaw.

With a quiet smacking noise he pulls back. “Now?”

“Missed you.”

Satisfied, he rises to his full height and begins to strip out of his coat and kick off his shoes. He discards them by your feet, making a loud and dramatic groaning noise as he crawls over you and squeezes himself between your back and the couch cushions.

Appeasing him, you sit up so he can slip his arm under your head but before he can hold you, you flip around and come face to face with his chest.

It’s cute when he looks down at you, chin squishing and lips frowning. “M’here now. Don’t have to miss me.”

You slip your arm around his waist, hiding your face in his chest and throwing a leg over his. Nico just holds you close, soothing fingers tracing patterns on your back and for the first time today you relax.

Breathing in his cologne and body wash, feeling how warm his skin is, how sturdy his body feels.

“Brought you hot chocolate baby,” he whispers near your ear. “For whenever you want it. Can reheat it later too.”

You press a kiss into his shirt as thanks, already feeling your heavy bones and limbs pull you into unconsciousness.

#mob boss nico hischier #nico hischier #new jersey devils #him and i chats #him and I blurb #fluff

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errythinisblue · 2 years ago

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I’m so so sorry I kept you waiting for so long! 💓But finally your requests are here (I hope you won’t mind I put them together 🙈)

Babying a boyfriend.

Mason Mount x Y/N

Summary: Taking care of a needy boyfriend can be tough, especially if said boyfriend is a needy Mason Mount.

Warnings: SMUT (near the end)

gif credits to @masonmiamor

“Baaaabe!” the muffled voice of your whiny boyfriend called you, for the millionth time in barely five minutes. “Baaaabe c’mere I miss you so so so much!”

You rolled your eyes as your lips curled up in a smile, as you finished cutting the vegetables you’d need to make soup for dinner. You cleaned your hands on a towel while you walked to the sofa, where you found Mason sprawled on its soft cushions.

“What is it that you want now?” you giggled as you spoke to him, staring at his sleepy face. You took a step closer to him, sweetly caressing his hair and running your nails on his scalp making him groan.

“Cuddles.” he stated, still partially under the anaesthesia effect, “I want cuddles. Aaaand, I don’t want to be alone, I don’t want to stay here doing nothing without you.” he almost slurred as he wrapped his arms around your legs, pushing his face in the middle of your thighs and groaning again from the discomfort in his face.

“Mase don’t!” you scolded him, making him whine again as you gently escaped his hold, “I don’t want you to get hurt, so just stay still please!”

“But I want you here!”

“I just left you alone for five minutes!” you giggled again as you saw Mason’s pouty lips and his frown, “I have dinner to cook, what are you gonna eat if you don’t let me go??”

“No! No!” the slight panic in his voice made you laugh out loud this time, “I don’t want to let you go! I- We can order something from Five Guys! I still want that cheeseburger.” he turned serious all of a sudden, a clear sign that the anaesthetic was wearing off.

“You can’t have a cheeseburger babe,” you shook your head, “not when you just removed your wisdom teeth.”

“I can and I will.” he frowned again, crossing his arms on his chest and defying you with all his stubbornness.

“No you won’t,” you kneeled in front of him, feeling as if you were trying to bargain with a moody toddler, “listen to me, will you?”

“No.” his pout turned deeper, before he side eyed you, relaxing his features, “Maybe.” he muttered as he touched his cheeks with his hands, wincing.

“Do you need some more ice?” you asked him, touching his leg, “Are you in pain?”

“I can’t stand to feel like this anymore!” he whined, his glossy eyes tearing at your heartstrings.

“Okay, listen, I’m gonna bring you some more ice for the pain, you just stay put and wait for me,” you softly spoke to him as your fingers draw figures on his forehead and between his eyebrows, “I’m gonna finish making soup and I’ll be back and give you all the cuddles in the world okay?”

“But I don’t want to eat soup!”

“I know baby,” you looked in his droopy eyes, “but do you remember what the doctor told you?”

“Only liquid food is allowed.” You and Mason said as one.

“Yeah baby, only liquid food,” you nodded your head at him, a soft smile gracing your lips as you looked at your boyfriend, “but it won’t be for too long okay? I promise you.”

“Can I help you make soup?”

“You should rest Mase,” your finger now touching his nose, “I’ll think about dinner.”

“Ugh but I wanna be close to you!”

“You can do all you want to me once I’m done I promise you,” you squeezed his thighs, getting back up from your knees and placing a soft kiss on his lips, “now rest!”

“All I want?? Really??” he raised his voice to make sure you heard him from the kitchen.

“Yeah babe!” you chuckled, as you whispered to yourself ‘You’ll probably be asleep as soon as your head touches the pillow anyway’.

“Thanks for cooking dinner babe,” Mason told you, the effects of the anaesthesia completely worn off by the time he had dinner, “I’m sorry I gave you a hard time.”

“You didn’t give me a hard time Mase,” you shrugged, “well, not that much!”

“Looks like I’ll have to cuddle you to repay you,” your boyfriend smirked, slightly wincing for the pain that he still felt in his face, “it’s the least I can do.” he said as he opened his arms to welcome you in his embrace.

“You don’t owe me anything, I love taking care of you,” you sighed as your head found its rest on his chest, “especially if I get free hugs in return!”

“You get free hugs and I get you all to myself,” he whispered in your ear, “I don’t really know who’s the luckiest one between us.”

“I am the lucky one baby, you were so cute all whiny and clingy!” you dreamily said, an awww sound escaping your lips as you thought about the afternoon you had to spend babying your man.

“Shall I remind you that I can make you a whiny mess too?” he breathed in your ear, earning a gasp from you.

“Don’t you even think about it!”

“Okay okay,” he chuckled breathily, “but it was you who told me, and I quote ‘You can do all you want to me once I’m done’, you even promised!”

“I didn’t mean that in a dirty way you perv!”

“You can’t blame me,” Mason shrugged, “when you say things like that I can’t really stop my mind from wandering…”

“Well you should,” you sighed as you got up from your spot on the sofa, “you have to rest and recover.”

“Where are you going now??” the whiny tone in his voice was back, making you laugh once again.

“I’m just gonna take a glass of water from the kitchen babe!”

“Are you thirsty??” he smirked, as he eyed you up and down.

“Mase stop it!” you warned him, pointing your finger at him.

“I was just asking.” he said as he licked his lips.

“And why were you so curious??”

“Because,” he said as he got up, coming to stand in front of you, “I might help with something…”

You laughed as you watched him wiggle his eyebrows in a suggestive way; Mason laughed with you, looking down at your beautiful lips as he caressed your face.

“You’re so beautiful baby,” he whispered, “I’m so lucky- ow-”

“Hey what’s wrong??” you asked him, afraid he might be in pain.

“My head is spinning, it’s better if I sit down…”

“Come on, I’ll help you,” you said, focusing on him, “better now?” you asked him, straddling his lap as you touched his hair.

“So much better,” he smirked, gently stroking your cheek with the pad of his thumb, “I wanna kiss you so bad.”

“Did you just trick me??”

“Maybe I did,” he smiled, “but this fucking anaesthetic is making me feel so weak yet so horny at the same time! You look so irresistible right now!”

“Just right now?”

“You know it’s not like that.” he stated, “My attraction to you feels just stronger tonight.”

His hands went under the hoodie you were wearing, his hoodie, travelling from your stomach up to your boobs.

“Oh God your boobs are sooo perfect!” he groaned, “So, so perfect!”

“You like them?” you smirked, clearly feeling his arousal grow beneath you.

“I love them,” he rasped, “how I’d like to push my face in-”

“Mason!”

“I told you I’m horny!” he whined loudly.

“Yeah and with no filter still!”

“It’s not my fault you’re making things hard for me!” he shrugged, trying to bite his lip without feeling any pain, “Well you’re technically making me extremely hard by sitting on top of me but-”

“Okay okay! Enough!” you laughed as you stood from his lap, “I don’t want to make things more uncomfortable for you.” you said, suddenly feeling hot.

“Well, help me out then…” he suggested.

“Help you out?” you bit your lip, unable to admit that the feeling of his erection under you didn’t affect you in any way.

He just nodded; his eyes bore into yours, shining with both exhaustion and desire, the look in those dark brown pools making it impossible for you to resist him. While you kneeled in front of him, Mason parted his thighs slowly, making room for you as you crawled in between them; his breath got stuck in his throat while your hands untied his joggers, setting his cock free of any restraints.

“You keep taking care of me so well baby,” his tired smirk made you more aroused in an instant, “look at you, on your knees for me.”

“You like that don’t you?” you bit your lip as you stroked his cock.

“I like that very much.” he nodded, with his hooded eyes and his lips parted.

“Just promise me one thing,” you breathed against his lips, “if it becomes too much you stop me okay?”

“Okay baby…”

“Now just relax,” you mused, “I’ll take care of your needs…” you whispered against the sensitive skin of his dick, before you took him in your mouth.

“Jesus babe, you’re so good at this, fuck…” he groaned, his head spinning for real this time, and for a better reason.

The deep rhythm of his breathing, the sudden jerks of his hips, his soft moans and the cursing, were clear signals that Mason was indeed enjoying your attention, and all those signals only spurred you on.

You guided his dick further into your mouth, keeping a firm yet soft hold around its base as your head bobbed up and down. As Mason’s hand touched the back of your head, his cock hit the back of your throat making you gag around it.

“Oh fuuuck babe!” he whimpered, short of breath, “I don’t think I’m gonna last much longer babe…”

You didn’t waste any time with words, you just gazed up at him; and when your eyes met his, Mason’s rolled in the back of his head at the sight.

“God, babe keep going please,” he urged, “don’t stop, I-I’m cumming!” he stuttered, as you could feel him twitching between your lips as his cum coated your throat.

“Are you still horny now?” you teased him while you rested your cheek on his thigh, watching as he tucked himself back into his underwear.

“Don’t tease me, you know I’m always horny,” he smirked, “but I have to say, I’m just really sleepy right now.”

“Let’s go to bed then.” you sighed as you stood back on your feet, offering him your hands to help him stand.

“You won’t leave me alone this time, right?” he pouted jokingly.

“I won’t, I swear!” you chuckled, as you walked him to your shared bedroom, “Uh uh, undress yourself first mister! I don’t want you sleeping in my bed with your clothes on!”

“Yeah, that’s just another excuse to get me naked!” he giggled sleepily, as he tried to remove his clothes, almost losing his balance in the meantime.

“Can’t you just sit while you undress yourself??” you told him off.

“Okay okay!” he raised his hands, listening to your words as he sat on his side of the bed, “But can you do me a favor babe?”

“What is it?” you asked him from the bathroom, coming out of it as you were still applying some night moisturiser on your face.

“Can you grab me a t-shirt to sleep in?” he asked you as he removed his hoodie, sticking with just his underwear on.

He was already rubbing his sleepy eyes by the time you walked back from the walk-in closet, and that sight made you smile.

“Come on, arms up!” you said as you smiled fondly at him.

“Yes ma’am!” he yawned, lifting his arms up for you to help him put the shirt on.

“Lay down now,” you whispered, holding the covers up for him, “I’ll be back soon baby.” you told him as you covered his body, kissing his forehead as you did so.

“Where are you going?” he sleepily mumbled.

“I just have to brush my teeth and I’ll be back,” you reassured him, “it won’t take long.”

“I’ll wait for you…”

“Okay baby.” you smirked to yourself, knowing full well he would be out like a light in a second.

And you weren’t wrong, his eyes closed and sleep found him as soon as his head hit the pillow.

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mncxbe · 1 year ago

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Omg hi! My first ever request on tumblr so I hope it’s okay for me to request Fukuzawa and/or Kunikida with a f!s/o that experiences heats? Like if they have an animal type ability?

Hi dear♡ Ofc your request is okay and I hope you enjoy it. The reader has a cat shapeshifting ability. Thought it would be perfect for Fukuzawa.

1:50♡

𝑭𝒖𝒌𝒖𝒛𝒂𝒘𝒂, 𝑲𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒌𝒊𝒅𝒂, 𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒑𝒐 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: implied smut♡/ fluff??

○☆°

𝑭𝒖𝒌𝒖𝒛𝒂𝒘𝒂

he already loved your ability. sometimes when he comes home stressed after work you'd turn into a cat and let him pet you. it always brings a smile to his lips

when he first realized that you were in heat he was quite surprised, but he soon got casual about it

offers to help with anything you need. and I mean anything👀 he'd literally do whatever you ask him

he will prepare you baths and cuddle you

will tease you a bit. can't help himself when you're so eager, but in the end you get the release you so desperately need

"Honey, I'm home" said your boyfriend as he closed the door of your shared apartment.

It was a long day at work and all Fukuzawa wanted was to spend some quality time with his lover, watching a movie and resting in your arms. But his plans changed when he saw you laying on the couch with your thighs tightly pressed together. Your cheeks were flushed red, your eyes glossy and droopy.

"Hi dear" you managed to utter.

He quickly made his way to you, pressing a hand to your forehead. "You seem to have a fever. Did you eat something bad today or?" he asked in a worried voice.

"Oh no dear. I'm quite alright. It's just that, well it's a bit embarrassing to say it... I'm in heat."

Your partner's eyes shot open, a slight blush spreading on his cheeks. "You're in heat? Like-"

"Yes just like that. It's because of my ability"

After processing your words for a few seconds, a smirk made its way to his lips. "And why would you be embarrassed about that? I don't mind it at all. In fact..." he said as one of his hands traced the shape of your legs, earning a whimper from you "I would be glad to help you feel better"

"Oh, you would?" You playfully crawled to him, placing a kiss on his lips. "Then who am I to turn down your offer, darling?"

𝑲𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒌𝒊𝒅𝒂

he blushed so hard when he found out

he doesn't like being taken by surprise, so having you push him into a corner of the office, your lips pressed against his neck certainly upsets him a bit

proceeds to scold you but when you tell him you can't control it, his gaze softens

he hates to admit it but he is quite excited to go home that evening

he writes down the dates when your "moods" start and end so he's prepared in the future

Kunikida was about to take a sip of his coffee when you tugged at his shirt, pulling him towards the hallway.

"What are you doing I almost spilled my coffee all over my ~"

You cut him short by pushing him into the closest wall, your lips pressing harshly against his. Your boyfriend was taken aback by your actions but he quickly returned the kiss. However, when your hands went to his belt, attempting to unbuckle it he pulled away.

"Wait now this is no way of behaving around the office. Can't you control yourself?" he hissed, squeezing your wrists.

You couldn't help but smirk at your boyfriend's words as you leaned in, pressing your body against his.

"Darling, I'm in heat" you whispered into his ear. Your hot breath sent shivers down his spine.

"Is this some sort of joke?" he questioned, but you could clearly make out the shake in his voice.

"No, dear. It's a downside of my ability. I'm so horny I can barely get anything done unless, you know..." You gave him a wink, which made him blush even harder. He was so aware of the closeness between you and the thought of having you moan out his name as he gave you the release you so desperately needed was enough to drive him crazy.

You noticed the glimmer of lust in his eyes and took it as an opportunity to ghost your lips along his neck. "You know, the closet where we keep the cleaning stuff has a lock. We could go there and ~"

"No, no" he said, covering your mouth with his hand. "Don't do this to me right now, okay?"

You nodded, taking a step back from him and he let go. "How about you take the day off, dear? Go home. I'm sure the president will understand. I'll take care of your paperwork."

"Kuni, that's nice of you but I can manage a few more hours."

"Alright then" he replied, his arms snaking around your waist as he pulled you close again. "I know you got this, dear. And I'll make sure that you're rewarded for your patience tonight."

𝑩𝒐𝒏𝒖𝒔: 𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒑𝒐

he knew you were in heat before you told him

definitely finds it amusing

takes it as an opportunity to tease you, always touching your overly sensitive body

he has no shame to whisper his plans for that night into your ear as you're completing paperwork

gives you suggestive looks, his signature smirk making its way to his lips whenever he sees you blush

Ranpo is quite lazy in the bedroom, but considering the circumstances he will do his best to give you some release

please praise him♡

"How's my darling feeling today? Any different than usual?" spoke the man behing you, his breath hot against the shell of your ear. You needn't look at him to know that he was smiling from ear to ear.

"Good morning to you too" you replied, trying to keep your composure "I'm quite alright thanks for asking."

"Aww c'mon. No need to hide yourself from me. After all I'm your boyfriend"

You spun your chair, finally facing him. The look of annoyance on your face only added to his amusement. "Why is my sweet thing so mad today?"

"Cut the chase, Ranpo. You know I'm in heat." you replied, crossing your arms. "So don't go around teasing me. I can barely manage working in this state."

Your boyfriend chuckled as he leaned in to press a kiss to your cheek. "Of course sugar plum. Do you think I'm that cruel?" Just as he was speaking those words, his fingers brushed against your thigh, moving upwards. "Do you really think I'd take advantage of your state and tease you?"

You shivered under his touch, breaking the eye contact. Even through the fabric of your skirt, his fingertips felt so close to your skin. "You're adorable when you get flustered, you know?" he cooed but you only hummed in response. Ranpo took your reaction as a sign to stop and pulled away.

"Alright, I'll stop. But I promise I'll make you feel really good tonight. I'll show you just how great of a boyfriend I am"

He kissed you one more time before he walked towards his desk, leaving you yearning for his touch. For the rest of the day you kept glancing at the clock, wishing time would pass quicker.

#bsd #bsd smut #bsd x reader #kunikida smut #kunikida x reader #fem reader #bungou stray dogs fukuzawa #fukuzawa x reader #bsd fluff #bsd ranpo #ranpo x reader

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rukkiya · 10 months ago

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lovesick

» red string of fate au. fate has its way of making people wait, you’re looking at someone else while they can’t seem to see anyone but you «

(al haitham x reader, kaeya x reader (separate)

» al haitham

He doesn’t understand why you do this to yourself, why you pine after someone who has no care for your intentions or interest towards you.

He finds himself entering the tavern late at night and immediately spots you sitting right next to a tired looking Cyno.

He can hear you mumbling about something but it’s muffled as you have your head in your arms as you lean over the table.

“How long have they been like this?” Al Haitham asks, he can’t even find it in him to be annoyed. The sight of you doing this to yourself pains him and he hates to admit it.

“Thirty minutes.” Cyno closes his pocket watch and sighs, his hand moving to brush hair from your face.

“I just wanted to see him,” you murmur into your arm, feeling your eyes burn again.

“Y/n, let's go, it's late.” Al Haitham kneels down a bit and your head shoots up, your eyes droopy as you look up at the grumpy man who always seems annoyed with you.

“Did I wake you up again? You’re always dealing with me, you don’t have to.” You feel your eyes burn. Even in your state you can tell how sleepy Al Haithum looked.

“Stop your nonsense, let’s get you home.” He brushes off your comment, reaching for your arm.

Cyno stands, holding your other arm and propping you up until you stand, wobbly on your feet.

“I got y/n from here.” Al haitham speaks up, effortlessly shifting you on his side holding you upright.

“Don’t push yourself.” Cyno sighs, frown etched in his features as he ruffles your hair.

“Take care of them, please.” Cyno turns, glancing back at Al Haitham before turning and leaving.

“He’s so busy, I just wanted to know how he’s been.” You slur, the alcohol was wearing off but your speech was still affected.

“You’re busy too, you know?” Al Haitham holds you closer when he feels you shiver as he pushes the door open.

“Don’t be like that, we all know if anyone is busy is you.” You hum, closing your eyes at the warmth radiating off him.

“I-It’s just been a while since I’ve seen him, I wanted to catch up with Kaveh.” You hiccup, stumbling over your foot making Al Haitham stop.

Kaveh left for a project a while back and he’s been making visits here and there, you thought you’d be able to catch him today but you're more than sure you just missed him.

“Why do you bother?” Al Haitham lowers his voice, pain flooding his chest when he sees your eyes glossy struggling to stay open

Al Haitham shuffles to a near bench and sits you down before kneeling in front of you, tapping your cheek for you to open your eyes.

“Cause I miss him. It feels strange with him gone.” You say even if it hurts, feeling your eyes burn again.

You blink a few times to take in your surroundings and realize how close Al Haitham is, a small laugh making its way out your mouth when you see his face.

“Haitham, you d-don’t have to worry about me. You keep frowning all the time, the frown on your face will stay forever,” you whisper, your hands lifting up to both sides of his face, making his breath hitch. “You should smile more, you know?” Your own smile widens when you move your thumbs to the corners of his lips and gently tug it up, seeing him smile though it was forced by you makes you happy. A rare sight.

Al haitham can’t bring himself to sigh or roll his eyes, your warmth and your laugh was enough to render him speechless.

“You’re telling me.” he whispers, catching himself analyzing your face, the small crinkle your eyes make when you smile, your pretty lips turned up not downwards anymore and the proximity of how close you were, it made him want to stay like this for just a little longer.

You feel a chill run down your spine again, Al Haitham feels the slight tremble of your hands and closes his eyes. He can’t relish in this feeling for too long.

He gently grabs your wrists, pulling them away before turning around, kneeling facing away from you.

“Get on my back, let’s get you home.” Al Haitham peeks behind and sees your eyes widen.

“No need to do all tha-“

“Archons please get on, it’ll be easier for both of us.” He signals, opening his arms as he hears you sigh and shuffle, feeling the warmth of your body pressed against his back.

He hooks his arms around the bottoms of your thighs before turning, “are you comfortable?” He asks, feeling you nod your head yes, a small sound of approval coming from you.

He wastes no time, standing up effortlessly and making his way to your house.

“Sorry you have to deal with me like this, I don’t know how you do it.” You speak up, head leaning on his back, feeling your eyes start to close again.

“Stop already, it’s nothing.” He says almost instantly, his arms tighten around your legs a tad bit when he feels your arms around his shoulder hold him closer.

He hears your breathing steady and knows you fell asleep by the way your hand hung around him more loosely.

“I just can’t understand why you still bother with him. You don’t deserve this.” He whispers, eyes trailing from your wrist to your fingers, seeing a thin red string snug around your ring finger following it down to where his hand is just underneath your leg, seeing his ring finger connected by the same string.

» kaeya

You tuck your hair behind your ear as you take one last glance at the mirror. The butterflies in your stomach makes you feel like a teenager.

Kayea walks slowly towards your room, standing still when he takes it to your open door. Only leaning his shoulder onto the door frame next to him when you come into view. A small smile crawls its way onto his lips at the sight of you.

“Why what’s this?” Kaeya hums though he knows why you’re ready, why you look so beautiful right now just like you do every time he looks at you.

“Oh stop it, it’s just something old I put on.” You feel your face burn slightly as you turn to him.

He swears time slows down, your giggle reaching his ears making him smile wider than he liked to.

“Don’t be like that, you look beautiful.” He whispers the end, catching himself staring at you for too long.

“You flatter me. You know I look dumb he’s going to laugh when he sees me.” you laugh but Kaeya can hear the dissatisfaction in your voice, see the unpleased look in your eyes when you look back at the mirror.

Dumb? flatter you? you’re joking. He thinks what your saying is all one big joke because he can’t begin to fathom where you got these things from.

“He would never,'' Kaeya says seriously, eyeing you from the mirror making you turn to him. “I'm sure Diluc will be more than pleased, who wouldn't?” Kaeya clears his throat when he catches himself staring at you for too long again.

“Sorry, I’m being dramatic. I know it’s just Diluc, I get so nervous around him.” You admit sheepishly, smiling to yourself.

Kaeya feels a nasty sting in his chest at what you said. Hearing you get nervous, seeing you get dressed up for someone that isn’t him, for Diluc makes Kaeya feel sick. But shows no signs, only sending you a closed eyed smile in return.

“He knows he has to keep you close y/n, everyone in Mond was bummed when they found out you and the renowned bachelor we're seeing each other.” He tells you, making you scoff playfully, rolling your eyes.

“Yeah ‘everyone’ huh? I doubt that.” You laugh, Kaeya feels the pain in his chest worsen.

“Can you help me put this on? My hands are too shaky to do it.” You turn to him, holding up a small gold necklace, a small crimson red jewel catching his eye.

“Of course,” he smiles, pushing himself off the door frame and walking to where you stand. He takes hold of the delicate piece of jewelry, the crimson red jewel leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. In Kaeya’s opinion blue always fit you better. “Hold your hair up for me darling.” He teases, making you scramble.

You grab a hold of your hard and lift it up. Kaeya’s hands make work, looping the small chain around your neck and clasping the hook together.

He stills, takes in everything. Your sweet perfume, your soft hair, the warmth coming from standing close to you. His eyes travel forward to the mirror in front of you to which of course you weren’t looking at.

He can’t begin to describe what he feels when near you. It’s like everything around him stops, it’s peaceful. Kaeya’s hands move from your neck his hand slowly reach for your hands.

A knock at your door makes both of you turn to the main hallway. Kaeya’s hands immediately pull down.

“Oh he’s here! I’m not ready, I still have to- there’s no time!” You rush around grabbing your bag and a coat.

“This will have to do, archons, why do I take so long? Kaeya,” you stop in front of him making his breath hitch, your scent hitting him making him feel intoxicated.

“Yes?” He asks, voice barely above whisper.

“How do I look?” You ask, eyes staring up at him in anticipation awaiting his answer. He feels his lips turn up though the pain he feels in his heart only worsens tenfold.

“You look beautiful.” His whispers, making your eyes light up, a wide smile appearing at his words that he meant with every fiber of his being.

“Go out there, I’m sure he’s waiting for you.” He looks at the door down the hallways separating you from Diluc.

He wishes he can tell you to stay, to take you out himself instead but he can’t, not when you look at Diluc that way. He can’t be greedy.

You nod his answer making you feel giddy. You turn around and make your way down the hall before turning back to Kaeya. “Thank you, for always having my back.” You smile at him, seeing his famous smirk make its way onto his face.

Kaeya’s face feels heavy, he doesn’t want to smile. He doesn’t want you to smile like that for someone else. He feels himself move but he stops himself from letting his legs move to where you stand.

You wave goodbye to him and reach for the doorknob.

Kaeya feels the string around his finger tug, looking down seeing the red string pull his ring finger a tad bit following its trail to where it’s connected. To your hand, the same hand that’s opening the door to leave.

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author’s note: hello my loves! ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა happy very late new years! I hope your holidays were well and wish you all nothing but the best for this year! ok uhh I know I just wrote for kaeya but it’s it it uh IT HAD TO BE DONE this man LIVES in my head 24/7 rent free ijustlovehimsomuchplease- so I had to include him in here! as for al haitham he’s just so- I have sm inspiration when I write for him like what?!?! the potential this man brings AHHHH he’s an angst magnet hehehehehehe (evil laughter) this au popped in my head while I was playing genshin and listening to laufey - lovesick (her music has been on repeat for the past few months she makes me into such a sad hopeless romantic!!) and I immediately knew I had to write it! so here it is! behold bagels first angst of the new year :3 i hope you all enjoy! remember you matter, your important and to take care! ^~^<33 (also this is not proofread! apologies for any errors!!)

#genshin impact #genshin impact oneshots #headcanons #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact Al haitham x reader #genshin impact kaeya x reader #oneshot #kaeya oneshot #kaeya x reader #al haitham x reader #kaeya angst #al haitham angst #genshin impact angst #genshin impact hurt no comfort

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black-lav2 · 1 year ago

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𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗘 | 𝙸𝚣𝚞𝚔𝚞 𝙼𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚢𝚊

Summary: Just want to show some love to your sweet boyfriend.

Wc: 552

Warnings: 18+, f! black reader, sub Izuku, dom reader, handjob, begging, overstimulation, praising

"[Name] please, fuck~ please I'm so close!" Izuku whined while sitting on the couch. You let go of his painfully erect cock that was twitching from you edging him for what felt like the millionth time to Izuku. His tip was swollen and a rosy red.

"I can tell, you're leaking so much pre-cum for me baby~" You wrapped your hand back around his cock, him shivering at the action. You brought your plush two-tone lips to his rosy tip, licking up the pre-cum that was gathering. "Oh fuck, fuck~" Izuku moaned watching you. His legs started to shake, seeing as he was close again, so, you quickly took your lips off his tip with a pop sound.

"[Nameee]~" Izuku groaned, throwing his head back against the couch, frustrated. You stood up from being in between his legs, straddling him. Looking down at him, he was breathing erratic, with his eyes being glossy, tears threatening to spill. "Please."

Your eyes softened as you cupped his cheek in your hand. He closed his eyes at the soft loving touch of your thumb stroking his cheek. He opens his eyes when he feels your lips brush against his, only to close them again, relishing in the feeling of the sweet and passionate kiss from you. You leaned in more, sliding your tongue through his lips. With your other hand, you slowly start pumping his dick.

Izuku moaned, which was absorbed by you kissing him. The kiss turned sloppily as you slipped your tongue more into his mouth. His hips started to buck into your hand, getting closer to cum. You chuckled before breaking the kiss and stopping your hand from moving but didn't let go of his cock. Izuku let out a mixture of a whine and moan, a whine for being so close and not coming again, and a moan from how good the kiss was and your kissing and sucking up and down his neck.

"You want to cum?" you mumbled against his neck. "Yes~" Izuku managed to say above a whisper. "I don't know," you teased as you continued kissing his neck. "Please [Name]~" "You can do better than that baby," you cooed looking into his still glossy eyes.

"Please~, please make me come till I can't take it anymore [Name]~" Izuku begged. You smiled, biting your lower lip. "Ok," you say and begin to stroke him again. Izuku buries his head into your chest as a string of moans and babbles of incoherent words fall out of his lips, getting closer and closer.

"Fuck~ ugh, feels'sgood plwse keep -ing..." he babbled but was cut, his head lolling back on the couch as he cums all over your hand. "Fuckk toom~mch, hgnn," Izuku moaned but you could tell he was in heaven. He continues to cum, eyes rolled to the back of his head, legs shaking, and tears running down his rose-colored cheeks.

"You did so good for me baby," you praised, peppering soft kisses on his face as he was calming down from his high. "I'm so proud of you."

Although in a daze, Izuku softly smiles at your sweet praises that he adores. "I loveyou [Name]," he slurs, looking at you with droopy eyes. You smile down at him, kissing him on his forehead.

"I love you more."

#izuku midoriya #izuku x reader #black!reader #deku #deku x reader #izuku smut #mha izuku #mha smut #mha #mha x reader #mha deku #izuku x black!reader

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dreamrk99 · 11 months ago

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In another life : mark lee 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ preview

“In another life me and you would be married “

Cw : crying and unprotected sex

This is genuinely are draft to a story i wrote months ago about mark I decide to post it idk if I’ll ever drop the full version

My lips gently grazed his as I looked down at him from his lap. The view was breathtaking as he looked up at me. His lips spit-slicked, and his eyes droopy and filled with love. My bare torso against his before I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders, my hips being held in place by his ring-clad hands. I let out a soft gasp as I felt his hands guiding my hips so beautifully. Our skin met every time I took a deep breath. "I love you." I sang. Every time my heat tightened around him, feeling his hands make their way to my face. Tears ran down my cheeks.

He kissed the tears away before whispering confessions of love in my ear. He let out the most sensual sound as he emptied himself between my thighs.

"Do you love me ?" I asked, and my faded lipstick smeared on his glossy lips. "I breathe for you," he spoke before pressing kisses to my chest longly, staining it with the faded rouge."Please." I gasped as I ran my fingers through his overgrown black hair. He could only hum as I pulled his head up from my nipples and kissed him lovingly. I kissed him like I was going to die tomorrow. There was nothing I wanted more than to stay in his arms forever, but I knew I couldn't

#lee mark #lee minhyung #mark drabbles #mark nct #nct 127 #nct #mark lee #nct drabbles #nct dream #nct mark smut #nct mark #nct imagines #nct x reader #nct smut #romance #summer romance

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bruhaalla · 9 months ago

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| forgive me ?

| anakin x reader angst with a little of bit of fluff at the end

| summery: You found out anakin has been texting other females and when you questioned him about it he got angry in results of him slapping you and you leaving (a very short little blurb)

But i thought you loved me ?” I say my face burning in pain from the slap

“I could never love a women such as you so clingy and mentally attached- so needy”

he spat i looked up at him with such confusion and hurt he looked at me with such disgust, i turn my head to the side no longer able to bear looking at him. i start heading towards the front door

“if you leave you can never come back “ he spat, anger laced in his words

“ I would never come back anyways” I say using his own words against him

“So we will see you can never stay away we both know that” he laughs

And he’s right we both know it, and that's what hurts even more. I just attract to him like two molecules floating around in the universe. Never able to leave each others side.

Two weeks passed

I lay on my friends Sara’s couch legs stretched looking up at the ceiling trying to clear my mind but no matter how hard I keep trying it always goes back to anakin

Sara calls out my name “yeah Sara is everything okay “ I say “I think” she says her voice sounds concerned I get up off the couch and walk to where she is and there I see it

His plump lips his glossy eyes that gorgeous curly brown hair it’s anakin my heart stops

“I’ll leave you guys to be” Sarah says walking away

“What are you doing here” I say coldly not wanting him to know what his presence is doing to me I feel upset but happy all at once

“Sweet heart please come home to me” he says sadness laced in his voice

I now scan over his face he looks Executed his eyes are droopy he has dark circles all under is eyes his lips looks chapped and dry I now realize how greasy and dirty his hair is he looks like he hasn’t bathed in weeks and he has a little stubble i stifle a laugh not realizing he’s still talking

“Are you laughing at me he asked” now a litte upset

“Huh” I asked now realizing he was still talking

“So me trying to express how sorry I am is funny he says now glaring” he starts to walk away from the door

“Anakin wait I’m sorry I wasn’t laughing at you”

“So tell me you want me sweetheart tell me you still love me and we can fix this” he has a pleading look in his eyes

“Anakin”I sigh “ what is there to fix you told you don’t love me” I say trying to hold back a cry

“ baby I didn’t mean those words you know I didn’t it was just the heat of the moment” he says he moves to fingers to my chin to pull my face to look at him

“Tell me right here right now you don’t love me anymore and I’ll walk away I’ll never bother you again but I need to hear it from you”

“Anakin I-I love you” I say regretting it as soon as it came out

“Do you really sweetheart? Because if you give me one more chance I’ll never mess up again”

He slowly moves his hand to the part of my face he remembers slapping I flinch slightly remembering last time

His fingers brush against my cheek softly “so sorry baby promise to never hurt you again” he says softly “do you forgive me”

“Yes anakin I forgive you” “ can I kiss you” he ask I push my lips against his I can feel how dry and chapped his lips are but I melt into him softly I run my fingers through his hair he lets out a soft whimper

“Mhm” I hear behind us and turn and see Sara we pull away blushing “ sorry to break up this lovely moment but I have to go to work” she giggles

“ I have to take this lovely lady home anyway” Anakin says kissing my head

#anakin skywalker #anakin x reader #anakin x you #star wars anakin #anakin fanfiction #anakin imagine #i love toxic men #i need him #star wars #starwars

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konigsblog · 2 years ago

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slams through the door was remnants of taco on my mouth n chin, i want the boys to be sleepin, having a snooze, wearin only boxers n then wake up to reader sleepily suckin on the tip of their soft cock, no intent to get them off, just purely loving on the tip as their eyes get droopy, their hand holding their fat balls n occasionally massaging them

omgomg, waking up to your mouth wrapped all pretty around his cock, scent filling your nostrils and gagging when the head of their cock hit the back of your throat :((;

sleepily sucking the 141 off;

price would wake up, glossy with a thin shine of sweat coating his skin, fingers wrapped around his cock and giving him sloppy head; pre-cum and drool around his head, pumping him softly!! :((

simon waking up to your cheeks hallow, heavy fat balls in his mouth, sucking at then and latching onto the skin of his cock, wrapping pretty pink lips around them, tasting his salty cum fill your mouth. pumping his cock roughly, desperate to taste his cum. sweaty pubes in your nostrils, scent and aroma filling you.

johnny moaning in his sleep, thrashing about the place as you fought to keep his heavy fat cock against your tongue, jaw heavy and full. his eyelashes fluttering open to see you lazily suck him off, pumping him agonizing slowly - taking your hand into his and gliding it up and down at his own pace.

gaz's hands pushing you down on his cock, even unconscious he knew what he wanted. hard cock hitting the back of your throat, drenching your mouth in his cum, sweaty pubes filling your nostrils and inhaling his musk, masculine and wood-like. waking up at the early hours in the morning, your head between his thighs, sleeping with his cock limp in your mouth like a half asleep python !! :((

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dilf-rights-activist · 1 year ago

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Another Life: part 2

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x gender neutral reader, Platonic Hobie Brown & reader

Summary: A sad Miguel O’Hara returns to run his company with slumped shoulders and a cloud over his head. In a somewhat lame attempt to lift his spirits, his assistant, Lyla, runs to a local cafe to get the office some drinks, where she meets a kind barista with a stained apron and tired eyes. Or, the one where you drag your exhausted corpse to your second job to meet Lyla, only to find out her boss had recently been dumped. After work, you settle into the floor of your cozy apartment with your eccentric roommate: one Hobie Brown.

Word count: 3.7k

Content: eventual sugar daddy AU, coffee shop au, no use of (y/n), the slowest of burns (we’re not even gathering fire wood yet), sfw, Hobie being cool, descriptions of financial hardship, swearing, aged up Hobie

AO3 part 1 part 3 part 4

Miguel’s office chair creaked dangerously when he leaned back and breathed out a large sigh. The conference call had been done for ten minutes now, and he was still feeling a little drowsy from his early morning. He looked out his office window just in time to see Jessica scrub a hand over her face, eyes droopy and tired looking. He watched as she stood up and stretched her lower back to release the tension that’s been building there. She sighed and rested a delicate hand on her round belly, rubbing soothing circles before sitting back down again. Miguel has been urging her to take her maternity leave early, but she refuses him every time, stating that he could never survive without her. This wasn’t entirely true but still. Miguel frowned to himself before straightening up at the knock at his door.

“Miguel?” came a high-pitched voice on the other side of the wood.

“Yes?”

The door opened slowly to reveal a young, freckled face smiling brightly at him. “Hey, Miguel! I have the reports you wanted.”

Miguel smiled at his assistant and held out his hand to receive them. “Thanks, Lyla.”

“You got it.” Lyla was a student at Columbia that works part time as Miguel’s assistant. Her cheerful demeanor easily lifted those around her. If he was being honest, he thinks Lyla goofed off a little too much, but she was the best assistant he’s had in a decade. She was quick as a whip, and helped him with everything from managing his allergies to figuring out the best energy source for his nano tech. Plus, Lyla was the only one who could handle him when he was sleep deprived and hangry (which was all the time).

The brunette fell silent as he looked down at the reports in his hands, not really paying enough attention to process any of the words he read.

“Hey, Miguel?”

He startled and looked up at Lyla, she was still here? He must have really been out of it.

“Yeah?”

Lyla’s big brown eyes peered at him pensively before sighing through her nose “You doing okay, boss?” Her glossy pink lips were pulled into a small frown. “You look…tired. Like, way more than usual.”

Miguel huffed softly and blew a stray strand of hair out of his face. “Alright, One: I am tired. And Two:” He looked at her sternly, pointing a strong finger to emphasize his point. “I am fine.” He said a little too quickly. Lyla rolled her eyes and groaned dramatically.

“C’mon, Miguel! You can tell me!” She walked up to his heavy desk and placed both hands atop its smooth surface. “What? Did the Mets lose a game?”

“The season is over-“

“A pigeon poop on your Porsche?”

“No-“

“Did Tony call you ‘Dark Garfield’ again?”

“No!”

“You get dumped?”

Miguel’s jaw shut promptly and he pursed his lips into a tight sneer. He looked at his grinning assistant, who had clearly said that as a joke. She blinked a couple times at his silence, slowly picking up her hands from his desk as she straightened a little.

“Oh shit. Really?” She said softly, almost feeling bad for bringing it up so casually. “I’m…sorry to hear that.”

The large man let out a soft laugh and waved his hand in the air. “It’s fine, Lyla. Really, it is.” he sighed, was he trying to convince Lyla or himself?

The girl looked at her sneakers and shuffled awkwardly for a second, “Is there anything I can do for you? Cancel your appointments? Get you coffee?”

Miguel visibly perked up at that. “Yeah, that would be great, actually. There’s actually a specific place I’d like you to go to…”

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A heavy sigh left your lips as you bent forward and leaned onto the counter in front of you, limbs going unpleasantly numb from overuse. You stayed there for a couple moments, contemplating just how you let your life get to this particularly pathetic point. Peter was right, the morning rush had been bad. Exhausted students and working class New Yorkers alike came in by the truck load, shooting order after order at you and your boss with little sympathy.

You glanced down at Peter, who was currently squatting behind the counter and wolfing down a croissant like his life depended on it.

“Slow down or you’re gonna choke, stupid.”

The brunette looked at you like a man possessed. “Shut up! I haven’t eaten anything today!”

You laughed softly and flexed your fingers, wincing as they cracked and popped. “Christ, I’m tired. And it’s only,” you glanced at your watch and held back a groan. “8 am.”

Peter looked at you and wiped the crumbs off of his frowning face. “You sleep any last night?”

“Only the usual four hours.” you grimaced and put your head down again. “Some dude came in last minute to drink last night.”

“Damn.” Peter sighed from his place on the floor. “I wish I could help somehow. I’d do anything for you, y’know.”

You smiled and peeked at him through your arms. You met Peter during your second year of college. He remembered you frequenting his cafe as a freshman to fuel up on caffeine and use his Wi-Fi. He always welcomed you with ease (and not just because you were a good tipper). Eventually, he offered you a job, and you’ve been working with him ever since. You opened your mouth to say something before the bell at the door chimed through the cafe, signifying that someone walked in.

“Customers!” Peter almost shrieked, tucking more into himself on the floor. “Don’t let them see me! I’m not here!”

So much for doing anything for you!

You shot him a look before straightening up to see a girl with a large white coat and fluffy brown hair peer up at the chalkboard menu above you.

“Hey, welcome in.” you smiled and lightly kicked Peter’s side behind the counter. The quiet “Ow!” wasn’t heard by the girl in front of you as her large eyes darted from her phone to the menu at an alarming rate.

“Hi!”

After exchanging pleasantries you nodded as she relayed her lengthy order, talking at 100 words a minute.

Her hazel eyes blinked behind her heart shaped lenses. “Sorry for the large order! These are for my office.”

“It’s no problem!” You lied through your teeth. “What’s your name?”

“Lyla.”

“Lieee-Luh.” you repeated slowly you wrote her name on the empty cups before you, making sure to draw little hearts on her’s. “Got it! I’ll have these out in a little bit.” Lyla gave you a million watt smile and nodded eagerly, making his way to the end of the bar where her drinks were to be deposited. You went through the motions of drink making with ease, humming lightly to yourself to keep you focused. You looked at Peter, who has yet to move from his position on the floor. You flipped him off quickly and capped Lyla’s drinks, ignoring the over dramatic look of hurt the musician shot you.

“Thank you so much,” Lyla looked at you from across the bar and smiled.

“It’s really no problem, it’s literally my job.”

“Yeah, but still…” she chuckled to herself. “I think this’ll really help.”

That caught your attention and you looked up from the carmel drizzle you were working on. “Yeah? With what?”

A small crease appeared between Lyla’s worried brows as she smiled sadly. “My boss got dumped yesterday.” You pulled a face, Yikes, you thought, not a good season for the lovers. Your mind immediately drifted to the heart broken man that came into the restaurant last night. His entire demeanor was depressed with loneliness, even his hair seemed to droop slightly in sadness. You didn’t know the man very well, but you could tell that he was a person who would go out of his way to help someone, someone that wouldn’t hesitate to do the right thing. You hoped he was okay.

“Oh…” you started lamely, because how the fuck were you supposed to respond? “That sucks.” Lyla’s head snapped up at your abrupt reply. You blinked, realizing that you must have been more tired than you thought because what the fuck? You can’t talk to customers like that! You pressed your lips together and quickly thought of an apology. “I’m-”

“It does suck, right?” She smiled lopsidedly and let out a laugh. You breathed out a sigh, relieved that she wasn’t going to write Aunt May a strongly worded letter or trash the cafe on Yelp. You finished the rest of the drinks with ease, handing Lyla her order in two cup holders.

“Thanks a bunch!” She took his order with a grin and began to turn towards the exit.

“Ah, wait one second!” You said before sidestepping a still squatting Peter (who had somehow gotten another croissant) to quickly shove a few pastries into two paper bags. You stood there in thought for a second before grabbing a sharpie from the cash register, scribbling something on one of them.

“Thank you for being patient with me.” you said, handing Lyla the baked goods. “One of those is for you, good luck at the office!”

If you thought the girl’s smile was blinding before it really had nothing on her expression now. “Really?”

“For sure.”

Lyla’s heart shrouded eyes blinked at you for a moment, as if studying you. Her pink lips spread into a grin before turning to you fully. “What’s your name?”

You smiled back at her and gave her your name as you dusted your hands on your apron. “The other one is for your boss, tell them to take it easy, okay?”

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Miguel stared at the city’s activity below him from his office window. People milled about on the sidewalk below, interacting with one another throughout their day. The large man took a bite out of his scone thoughtfully, admiring the subtle vanilla flavor. Lyla came in with his coffee order not too long ago, bringing a small pastry bag as a surprise. He said that a nice barista gave it to him, ordering her to tell him to “take it easy”. Miguel accepted the treats gratefully, promising Lyla that he was fine (really, he was).

Probably.

He popped the last of the scone in his mouth and moved to toss the bag in the trash before something caught his eye. Looking at the pastry bag more carefully, he could see that the barista left him a small note.

Everything’s gonna be okay. If it’s not okay, that’s okay too.

Miguel dusted his crummy mouth as he stared at the piece of paper, chuckling softly to himself. The barista also drew him a cute little bunny giving him a thumbs up in encouragement.

The brunette’s thick brows knitted as he carefully tore his little note away from the rest of the bag. Miguel placed the note in one of his desk drawers after making sure that there were no remaining crumbs sticking to it and threw the rest away (he hated ants).

“Looks like I’ve got someone looking out for me.”

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You tapped your pencil against the page in front of you in annoyance and took a large sip of your tea. You started doing your homework over an hour ago and barely made any progress due to its difficulty. You huffed, recalling just how little you paid attention in class due to always falling asleep.

You stared at the equations in front of you, and they glared back just as intensely. You looked up from your staring contest to glance at your roommate, Hobie, who was humming quietly to himself as he created the setlist for his next show. You met Hobie when you first moved to the city for school. He was born in Camden Town, London, and was literally the coolest person you have ever met. He came to New York to work on his music and study fashion. His time was split between that, antagonizing fascists, being a part-time runway model, and working at the bar with you. You saw him sneaking shots for both himself and some of his regulars, but never told a soul. You knew Hobie hated working there, hated being a cog in the system, but he had bills to pay (you both did). The two of you shared a cozy space nestled in the center of New York City’s ChinaTown, right below the smog covered stars, and right above Timmy Chan’s Hong Kong Style Dim Sum (a favorite lunch time spot you frequented together).

“Hey, Hobie. Could you help me a little?”

He looked up from his notes, pen cap stuck in between his lips and grinned.

”Yeah, sure. What is it?”

You smiled gratefully, picking up the page and walking over to him. You crossed your legs and sat on the floor at his side as his eyes skimmed the page, nodding as he read along.

“You daft?” Hobie elbowed your side gently. “Integral calculus? This is bright and breezy.”

You looked up at his big brown eyes and pouted. “I’ve been falling asleep in class.” you said with a huff. Hobie’s pierced brows creased with concern at this, shuffling slightly to wrap an arm around you.

“Again?”

“Again.” you sighed. You looked to the ground, idly picking at the fraying carpet you two sat on. You knew Hobie worried about you and how hard you’ve been pushing yourself. He could see how the stress from work and school were affecting your health and it was beginning to concern him.

“Y’right?”

You looked up at him wryly, bringing a hand up to flick his shoulder lightly.

“I’m alright.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

Hobie squinted at you before turning back to the page in his hands, deciding to drop the subject for now. “Whatever. You’d tell me otherwise, yeah?”

You leaned on his shoulder and nuzzled his bicep playfully, yawning obnoxiously before saying, “Of course.”

He gazed upon your drooping form, pursing his lips. “You said you only hit the sack for, what? Four hours?”

“Just about, yeah.”

Hobie huffed and straightened out the piece of paper in his hands. “Right, some dick walked in right before closing and demanded to be served.”

“He wasn’t a dick he was just…” you adjusted yourself on his shoulder. “Sad.”

“A sad dick?”

“No!” you smacked him lightly and you could feel yourself shake with the rumble of Hobie’s chest as he chuckled warmly. You thought about the man that came into your life the other night, it amazed you how someone so large managed to look so small.

“He just got dumped.”

“Bliiiiimey.” He pulled a face.

“That’s what I said!”

“Oh, really?”

“Well, not that exactly!” You huffed out a sigh. “He looked like a kicked puppy. Which is hilarious, because the man is like a building with feet.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah! His arms are like tree trunks! I think he could kill me with a flick of his wrist.” You shook Hobie’s lean arm lightly to illustrate your point. “He just looked so...hurt. And he just, like, accepted it, y’know? Like he’s been hurt like this before.” you blinked and lowered your eyes, hugging Hobie’s arm a little tighter. “I hope he’s okay.”

Dark eyes shifted from the paper and onto the top of your head, Hobie huffed out a small laugh. “Aw, you fancy him.”

You pulled back from your friend��s arm sharply and gaped up at him. “I do not!” Fancy him? You only just met the guy and knew nothing about him. Fancy him!

Hobie threw his head back and let out a bark of laughter. “You do!”

“I don’t, I just-“ you huffed out a breath and paused to collect your thoughts. “I dunno, there was just something…about him, y’know? He seemed like someone who had a lot to offer the world, to offer someone. He looked like he had given up. Seeing him crushed like that just doesn’t sit right with me.”

He side eyed you skeptically and let out a sigh through his nose. You were always pushing yourself so hard, always putting others first (often at a detriment to yourself). Between the two (sometimes three) jobs and school, he had no idea how you were functioning. Hobie grimaced, thinking about the multiple occasions where you were so overwhelmed you sat on the floor eating (his) instant noodles while crying, too stressed to even tell him what was wrong. Other times, he’d go days without seeing you as you’d lock yourself in your apartment to focus on schoolwork, scaring him half to death with your lack of response. He physically kicked in the door of your room only to find you half dead and twitchy in your hyper-focused state. He never wanted to see you like that again.

“Yeah, well” he shrugged and you whined as the movement jostled you on his bicep. “Just don’t bugger off with your fit bev and leave me with your rent.” You laughed softly and pressed your cheek into his arm, smiling against it.

“I could never, Hobie.”

You assumed he accepted your response, as he nodded and turned his attention back to your math homework.”Right, the integral of 2xd is x squared, yeah? You plug that in here at the top and subtract the bottom.”

You breathed deeply and closed your eyes, already feeling yourself start to doze off again. You knew you should be paying attention, but you were too content with snuggling up to Hobie’s arm for some (not so) well deserved sleep.

“Thirteen squared is 169, minus ten squared is…Oi. Oi, you listenin’? Do your homework!” he jostled you gently.

“Yeah...of course…” you mumbled quietly.

Hobie looked down at you with a frown, already knowing that any attempt he made at waking you would be in vain. He sighed as he picked up his pen from its abandoned spot on the floor, deciding to finish your homework for you.

“Hopefully I can mimic your rubbish handwriting.” he sighed.

“Y’can’t do math homework in pen,” you mumbled.

“I don’t believe in conformity.” He sniffed before twirling the pen in his fingers. He tenaciously began to scribble perfect arithmetic on your page, stopping only to smile when you let out a sleepy “thanks” against his arm.

“Anytime, love.”

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The long days turned into longer weeks as time went by. Miguel went through the motions of his position of CEO with relative ease, meticulously leading his company to further success.

That’s what he told himself, anyway.

Large shoulders sagged as Miguel sighed into the palms of his hands before peeking through his fingers to blearily peer at the clock in his desktop monitor.

8:43 pm

Jesus Christ, was it already that late? The brunette looked up through his office windows to find that yes, it really was that late, as the building’s lights had shut off and everyone had long gone home. Miguel has since changed into more comfortable clothing to ease him into his work night. The soft material of his oversized gray hoodie combined with the relaxed fit of his favorite pair of loose joggers were the perfect combination for his frequent occasional over night stays in the office. The man let out a yawn as he stretched his arms high above his head before rising from his chair, ready to call it a day. Grabbing his coat and phone, Miguel left the building, letting the automatic doors lock behind him with a soft click.

The brunette inhaled the Autumn air with a light hum before beginning his commute back to his apartment, occasionally picking up litter as he went because why not. He listened to the sounds of the bustling city; the distant sirens, the blaring music from strangers’ headphones as they walked past, the clinking of ceramic in cozy cafes.

Oh. Miguel slowed his stride to a stop in front of a small coffee shop lit warmly within, the same shop he sent Lyla on a coffee run to. Turning fully to face the entrance, the brunette spotted the same nice looking man he saw the first time he laid eyes on the shop. Miguel checked his watch to glance at the time before walking through the wooden door that led to the sweet smelling cafe.

Notes: I deadass spent over an hour learning about the English Cockney accent and have two (2) tabs open with English to Cockney translators. If anyone has any suggestions on how I can make Hobie sound more in character PLEASE let me know. Part of me wants to really lean into the rhyming slang, but I’m afraid no one will be able to understand him (but that’s, like, part of his character right?), he’s in his early twenties here.

The answer to the equation Hobie was solving is 69 lol

#miguel x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara fic #miguel x you #miguel spiderverse #miguel o’hara x you #across the spiderverse fanfiction #sugar daddy au #coffee shop au #bar/pub au #platonic Hobie brown #i hate tagging these like its humiliating lmao #writing

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borathae · 5 months ago

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Oh my god that ask about vampire Jungkook sucking oc breasts before going to bed absolutely annihilated me

Yesssss it's so him codeeeed, I absolutely see him asking for it when they're having a picnic in the estate when oc is in a summer dress 🥺🥺🥺 and he's like mommy please I want you in my mouth please

Or when she's reading a book in the living room (when only her lovers are in the house) and he's like even sometimes pinching them or lays on them exposed because mommy's titties are the best 🥺🥺🥺

( I also see her purposely one day wearing a see through shirt to rile him up and acts oblivious untill he can't take It)

I saw a corn one day where the girl stimulated the guy's tip with her nipple and rubbed it until he came this is something that'd she do 💯. She'll purposely do it out in the open too because she knows he gets extra hard and wet when he knows yoongi or tae might watch 🥵🥵🥵🥵

Anonie your minnnnndddd 🥵🥵🥵 why is this so hot and cute at the same time????? fuckdk sorry but all I can do rn is bark 🥵

goddd fuckckc yES FNDNFN and like imma add my own cents to it (is adding my own cents an English expression? jsjs it's one in German and means "adding something to the conversation" EITHER WAY) what if they're snacking on some fruits like cherries or strawberries and Kook takes one of them to rub them on her nipples so they're all sweet and juicy for him to lick off?? and he can't stop doing it so by the end of it, his lips are all glossy and red from the juice?? LIKE 😩

GODDDD I'M GOING INSANEEEE 😭 and he'd be all giggly about it and keep whispering to her in a soft, adoring voice about how comfy and soft she is and that she smells so good. GODDD he'd just be so happy being all snuggled into her <3 also okay sorry but. I can see him dreamily gazing at them as he traces her nipples and each time she'd shiver or her nipple would harden more, he'd giggily tease her "you're so pretty! it happened again, your nipple got hard! hehe •ᴗ•"

( I also see her purposely one day wearing a see through shirt to rile him up and acts oblivious untill he can't take It)

FUCK YES 100% GODD he'd try so hard to be respectful because our boy is a gentleman but then. OKAY THEN!! she'd "accidentally" brush up against him (like his arm or back or chest) as she passes him and she can practically see how Kook is trying to control himself. gaaahd damn, all I can think about is his hands in this situation. how they'd slip under her shirt and cup her breasts once she gives him the good-to-go 🥵🥵

PLEASE if you still have the link send it to me pleasee omgmg 🥵 this is so hot fucckkck I feel like he'd cum so hard too?? like it's not rough stimulation but the aspect of having her nipples on his dick turns him on so much that he has a whole-body orgasm liKE fuckckk I love sensitive!kook fuckkc 😩🥵 like what if they're doing it in the sitting room?? or just outside by the fountain where everyone can see?? like fngngn I see him leaned back against some pillows with his head lowered and his droopy eyes on what she is doing while his fingers are grasping whatever corner they can grasp UFKCKD 😩 bestie. you did it to me. thank you for sending this in 😩🥵

#asks: sanguis duology #asks #jk thirst #thirsty thursday #hcs #hcs: sanguis duology

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letmeapologise · 1 year ago

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You said you want requests, soo

Can I get Erling Haaland with reader who plays for Chelsea's women's team? Maybe him comforting her after Barcelona defeated them in the semis of women's UCL?

❝ 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬 ❞

.ೃ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ! 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐬. 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 ✰ ´ˎ˗

⋆ ｡ ˚ ⋆ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ⌇ 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 ੈ✩‧₊˚

ೀ.ᐟ⭒๋࣭ ⭑ ��𝐞𝐢𝐛𝐢 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐧 *ೃ༄

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⌇ 𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡♡˚

ೄྀ࿐ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ⌇ 𝟎.𝟕𝐤 !

↳ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ೃ⁀➷ 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 ! 𝐢’𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢’𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐧𝐚 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐮 𝐦𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐰 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧’𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐛𝐭 𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 ! 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐬 !

YOU IMAGINED ALL THE WASTED SUMMERS SPENT TRYING TO WIN, just to cut it short like this, not even in the final. You lost to Barcelona in the semi-finals, it wasn’t good enough, you just weren’t cutting it. If anything you believed you weren’t deserving of this place in the team. You looked down at the pitch when the whistle blew, one goal, just one goal ahead of you had lost you the game – the result being two to one for Barcelona. You didn’t even say anything, just looked down with your hands on your hips, exhaling deeply in disapproval, and disappointment at this was what your hard work resolved to.

Sweat dripped off your head, a medic came up to you and you tilted your head up at them, taking the bottle of water with a curt smile, wiping your forehead with the flat of your hand. You could barely hear yourself think, the cheers of Barcelona supporters echoing around the stadium. You looked up, allowing yourself to take gulps of your water, spitting some out and spraying your face with the cold liquid. There was a lack of Chelsea fans around who must have left early. They were even more disappointed than you – you couldn’t blame them. If you were a supporter you would have surely left yourself; if anything you were thinking about doing so at this current moment, as a player.

Erling gave you a small wave as he was walking down the steps towards you. You sighed, with thinned lips, and looked up at him with droopy eyes. Neither of you said anything as he wrapped his arms around you, planting a long kiss to your forehead, and looking at you with his brows knitted in concern. You hugged his stomach, the only thing you could reach comfortably. He knew there was nothing much to say about your disappointment, it was deeply ingrained within you, a sense of perfectionism that kept you stubborn in defeat.

Usually you enjoyed your competitive streak, the desire to win, but what happened when you didn’t?

You drove home in silence, his hand on your leg rubbing soft circles into it, the other hand on the steering wheel. The sky flew by, the window open and a crisp cold wind blowing into your face, hair flicking around you, your hands clasped together between your legs in a silent plea. Once you got home you marched your way up to your shared bedroom, the tears you held together threatening to spill out and onto your cheeks, he held onto your hand – holding you back – once you reached the stairs.

“Beibi,” you turned round to face him, pouting with glossy eyes. “There’s always next time, use the mistakes you made against them next time, you’ll be better. Trust me.” You just blinked at him silently, nodding. He pulled you further towards him as you walked back down the stairs slowly, then led you to the living room and onto the sofa, wrapping you with a blanket and turning on your favourite show.

You sniffled, wiping your wet eyes with the sleeve of your hoodie, Chelsea jersey still underneath it. He left your side momentarily, returning a few minutes later with hot chocolate and some buttered toast. You grinned, chuckling to yourself and shaking your head. “You didn’t have to do this, Erl,” you smiled, looking over at him and taking the mug from his hands – careful as to not burn your hands on the warmth seeping from the sides – “I know, just wanted to. Don’t like seeing you down.” You nodded, taking a sip and allowing him to place the plate of toast on the table in front of you. He looked back up at the screen, ignoring you from the corner of his eye admiring his side profile.

You smiled to yourself in the peaceful atmosphere your boyfriend had created, only the background sounds of your favourite show interrupting it, making you both laugh softly. He shifted himself closer towards you, still drowning in the blanket he had swaddled you in, and allowed you to rest your head on his shoulder.

“I love you,” you murmured, facing the screen before tilting your head up to look at him, the corners of his mouth slightly lifted. “I love you too,” he smiled, leaning down to kiss you on the head.

୨୧ @𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐞. 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 ୨୧

#✰ letmeapologise ´ˎ˗#✰ letmeapologise works ´ˎ˗#imagines #writing #f/o imagines #football #football imagine #erling haaland #haaland fluff #haaland imagine #haaland x reader #erling x reader

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thatoneidiotdts · 2 years ago

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If you had been there, if you had seen it, I bet you would have done the same

A/n: Hello I still somehow exist and I've decided to finally post something which I haven't done since the start of 2022 so here you go

Note: pronouns for reader are they them and the reader could be afab or amab

Word count: 2376

WARNING: Neil getting the living shit beaten out of him, Neil himself, abuse, fight scene, if there is more please tell me so

(Y/n) laughed loudly as Billy impersonated their teacher Mr. Campbell, they could tell he has been practicing the impression for some time. Billy soon started to laugh too, the more he laughed the more (Y/n) laughed and it was the same for him.

Soon both were on the floor losing their breath and getting a good abs workout from just laughing. They laid there, gasping for air and tying their best not to start the laughing fit again. Billy took in a sharp breath.

“Ya know, you aren’t so bad (Y/n) nerd (L/n)”

At that (Y/n) laughed.

“Same for you Billy bad boy Hargrove”

They stated to giggle again, the fact that those were the only nicknames they could think for each other was a little bit pathetic but they didn’t really care right now. (Y/n) could hear a car pull up the driveway, Billy quickly stood up and peaked out the window.

(Y/n) could feel the air shift in the room, they could also see how tense Billy has gotten.

“What’s wro-?”

Before they could finish their question he quickly opened the closed door and pushed them inside.

“Whatever happens don’t get out, stay here and try to be quiet”

Billy said as he closed the closet door. It was dark in the closet, they could smell his natural musk and strong cologne from his shirts, they would have blushed out of embarrassment if they weren’t currently terrified.

(Y/n) could still hear everything that was happening outside, they heard a door open in a far distance stomping, someone was angry. They could hear someone yell out Billy’s name, it was probably Neil, his father. There was now a closer sound of a door opening and the closing, they cursed under their breath, they wanted to know what was going on.

There was definitely now an argument going on downstairs, there were sounds of something crashing on the floor, a plate maybe? There was now more shouting but this time it was different, they could hear Billy yell in pain as his father was punching him.

(Y/n) could feel the anger and the pure uncontrollable rage bubble beneath their skin, it was no normal rage, it was the same rage that makes you kill other people, the very regretful rage. They pushed the closet door open as they ran downstairs past Max who watched frozen in fear.

Billy didn’t look good at all, lying on the floor, he was covered with spots that will later become bruises, his lip, chin and eyebrow looked busted and his eyes droopy, he looked like he would pass out soon.

He looked at them, his blue eyes now glossy and puffy, he looked like he wanted to say something but couldn’t. Neil looked back, he groaned in anger as he saw them, he looked back at Billy who tried his best to get up.

“I told you not to bring your disgusting whores home didn’t I??!!”

As he said that he raised his foot to kick him again but before he could a fist collided with his temple launching him in the near wall, as he tried to get up on one knee a kick was sent straight to the side of his face, knocking him down again.

They let him get back up, they let him try his best at swinging back, yet it did nothing, they threw a punch again, and then another, a kick, once, twice. They sat on his chest and arms so that he couldn’t move, and punched him in the nose, they could vaguely hear something crack but they didn’t care, they punched him over and over again.

(Y/n) raised their fist high again but just as they were about to connect it to Neil’s face again they could feel tiny hands trying their best to keep their single hand up. They almost punched to the side but before they could they realized who it was.

“Stop it! You’ll kill him!!”

It was Max, tears were streaming down her face as she begged the person to stop what they were doing, (Y/n) looked around, their eyes landing on Billy who, with a good reason, looked terrified. Like Max tears were also spilling from his eyes. They looked back at the coward of a man beneath them, with their other hand they gripped his hair and got closer to his bloody face.

“I know you are still awake, I didn’t punch you that hard did i?”

They smirked as he nodded.

“Good, now you will listen. I do not want to see you near them again, it is obvious you see them as nothing but burdens! So be thankful. If I see you near them I will kill you, try to sue and will sue back and tomorrow do not be back here until late, disappear wherever you want, I DON’T want to see you here while I’m collecting their stuff got it buddy?”

Neil nodded as (Y/n) smacked his head against the floor, knocking him out. They stood up and calmly walked over to Billy. They looked down on him but he didn’t return the look out of fear.

“Can you walk?”

They asked as if nothing previously happened, like he didn’t just get the shit beaten out of him but as if he fell from his bike like a small child, that’s how he felt at least. He shook his head, he felt disappointed in himself.

(Y/n) sighed as they crouched down in front of him, they put their arms beneath his thing and back as they gently picked him up, he weighed almost nothing with the amount of strength they have. He nestled his face in the crook of their neck. They looked at the small girl who stood just behind their leg.

“Maxine could you please get some clothes for you and your brother just for tonight, I’ll visit back tomorrow for the rest ok?”

She nodded as she ran back upstairs. Billy groaned out of pain as he tried to say something.

“The keys are in my back pocket, grabbed them in case of a quick getaway”

After answering his silent question he let out a sigh of relief. (Y/n) kicked the door open as they stepped out in the cool air, taking in a calm breath before waking over to the car. After unlocking it they gently put Billy down in the back seat.

In the same moment Max ran out with both of their backpacks filled with books and clothes for them. She quickly handed (Y/n) the backpacks to put in the trunk as she got in the passenger seat. After they were done with the backpacks they sat in the driver’s seat and turned on the car. Instantly some heavy rock started to play but they quickly changed it to something calmer.

The drive was silent except for the music playing through the radio while everyone was trying to take in what just happened. Out of the corner of their eye (Y/n) could see a burger joint, they smiled as they looked in the rear view mirror.

“You guys hungry?”

Both of them perked up as they looked at each other then nodded, (Y/n) smiled as they took a turn and entered a drive through of a simple burger joint. After a few minutes of waiting in the line the worker asked them for their order.

“HI! Uuhh I’ll have three classic burgers one with-“

“No onions.”

“- Max please, and the other without-

“Mustard.”

(Y/n) sighed and tried not to giggle “-Plus three large batches of fries, two colas and a vanilla milkshake thank you.” The worker giggled at them and nodded as she wrote down their order.

“That’ll be 20.77$ ma’am/sir.”

They handed her a 20 and 5 five “Keep the change” They said, the worker thanked them and informed them to go to the second window to wait for their order. After a few minutes another worker brought their food and they drove off.

The drive was now quiet again. Another song switched on the radio, it took less than a line for both Max and (Y/n) to realize which song that was.

“Did its best to please us, and strolling down the Élysées, we had a drink in each caféeee, and you….and you talked of politics, philosophy and I smiled like Mona Lisa”

Max bobbed her head to the beat as (Y/n) sang the first part, and after both sang out the pre chorus Billy, not really knowing the lyrics, still decided to join them.

“I can still recall our last summer, I still see it all. Walks along the sand. Laughing in the raaain. Our last summmmer. Memories that remaaainnn!!”

(Y/n) ignored when both of them said ‘sand’ instead of ‘Seine’ but they didn’t care much, they were glad the good mood was up again. (Y/n) noticed that they won’t be able to play out the full song before they get home so they slowed down a bit, wanting to live out the simple moment.

“Our last summmmerr, where we could laugh and plaaay”

They looked in the rear view mirror, as expect Billy absolutely enjoyed the guitar solo, they smiled as they looked back at the road and both them and Max started to sing again.

“And now you're working in a bank, the family man, a football fan… And your name is Billyyy! How dull it seems, yet you're the hero of my dreeeaaaamms”

It was obvious which word they switched out as Billy ‘pfffff’-ed from the back seat, trying not to chuckle. Soon they pulled up to the large log cabin. The song slowly faded out as (Y/n) turned off the car and got out first.

“Max please get the bags your brother needs some help so I’m occupied”

She nodded as she opened the door and got out to get the two backpacks. After picking up Billy from the back seat the three of you walked to the front door. Unlocking the front door never felt better for you.

“Damn (Y/n) what jobs do your parents work” she said as she looked around the large entrance and main room, the tall wooden walls, inner balconies , stone pillars and a large chandelier looking down on them.

“Maxine watch your language please. And also my parents are dead”

Max almost gasped as she quickly started to apologize but they just let out a laugh, at this point Billy was also weirded out by all of this.

“Its fine I dealt with it by making jokes, anyways how about you go upstairs to the left and pick out a room you like and we will be here patching up”

They could now better see every bruise and cut that formed on his skin as they pulled out all the stuff they needed. They first put some vodka on a piece of cotton and as softly as they could clean away the blood and sanitized his busted lip and eyebrow.

She enthusiastically nodded as she rushed up the grand stairs and disappeared out of their sight. (Y/n) gently placed him down on couch and walked over to the first bathroom. After searching for a while they finally found the first aid and walked back to Billy.

It was clear that he wanted to wince at the pain but was trying his hardest not to. After wrapping everything up they picked him up again. After walking up the stairs they knocked on the first door to the left, after there was no response they opened up the empty guest bedroom. They gently placed Billy down on the soft bed.

“Ok I’ma go check up on Max and then bring you some ice bags, sounds good?”

There was no verbal response from him, only a nod of agreement. They smiled as they ruffled his hair and walked out. They knocked on every next door until they got a response on the end of the hallway. They opened the door and saw max sitting on the beneath a glass roof, looking up at the stars.

“You settled in?”

Max quickly turned her head around, she nodded as she ran to the door and pulled (Y/n) into a tight hug.

“You won’t let Neil take us will you?”

“Never”

They said as they wrapped their arms around the little girl. After a while they let go of each other. (Y/n) warned her that she needs to brush her teeth and wished her good night as they closed the door. They quickly got down the stairs, grabbed some ice, and went back up.

After knocking they patiently waited for Billy to call them in. A minute passed, and then two, then three, they were starting to get worried as Billy still wasn’t answering them. They quietly opened up the door, the room was as dark as they left it, with only a night light turned on.

(Y/n) could see a figure on the bed, his figure, shaking from what they guessed were sobs of sorrow, of fear. They cautiously approached him, giving him time to see them so that they don’t surprise him. He looked up at them, his eyes glossy and puffy, it reminded them too much of the scene that happened barely half an hour ago. They slowly got closer and gently placed the bags of ice on the biggest bruises. Just as they were about to get up they felt a hand grab their forearm.

“Please –just..stay”

He begged so quietly, they couldn’t believe the tone he just let out. (Y/n) sighed and nodded with a smile as they tucked themself close to him. The sobs he was crying out minutes before where nothing compared to the ones his throat was letting out now.

His whole body shook as he cried in their neck, not daring to look up. They softly held him as he sobbed, telling him it’s okay to let things out, that it’s ok to cry, to be vulnerable. After a good while they noticed how quiet he has become. The realization that he cried himself to sleep broke their heart, but they were glad he had some peace now.

They closed their eyes, letting the warm embrace lull them to sleep.

#billy hargove imagine #billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things billy #stranger things x reader #x female reader #x male reader #x gn reader

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miyaniacs · 2 years ago

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Sent from heaven

Character: Rindou x fem!reader feat. Ran

Warnings: angst, mentions of pregnancy

A/n: me: I’m such an ass, my friend next to me who already read this: yes. Yes you are. Comments, reblogs etc are welcomed :) tell me if you want a pt.2 ^.^

Part two

“Good morning pretty.” You hear Rindou mumble in his raspy morning voice.

“Hey baby.” You turn around, your body still tightly wrapped in his arms. Looking up, you look into the most beautiful eyes you’ve ever looked at. The lavender color and the droopy eyes, which look even more tired in the morning. You reach out and run your fingers over the right side of his face, gently caressing him. A small smile forms on his face and he closes his eyes. The way he lays down right now, with his hair slightly under his head, the small rays of sunlight illuminating his bicolored hair… you smile to yourself. In this moment you could convince yourself that it could be his brother holding you in his arms and not him.

You get thrown out of your daydreams, when he opens his eyes again with a sigh.

“I need to get up, we have a meeting at 9am.” He says, yet he nuzzles his face into your soft hair and inhales deeply. “God I love you so much.” He mumbles and places a soft kiss on your scalp.

“I love you too Rin.” you reply, and to be fair you weren’t lying. You do love him, you just … love his brother a bit more. And that you’ve always did. Ever since middle school you had a crush on him… and Rindou had one on you. It was obvious for everyone around you two. Rindou’s always been nicer to you, more gentle, dropping awkward compliments, while blushing and rubbing the back of his neck. And you accepted them, always with a smile on your face, while your eyes kept on glancing over to his brother standing a few meters away from him. You always tried to get closer to Ran, but it never worked out. Maybe you weren’t pretty enough for him back then… or it was the fact that in his eyes, you’ve always belonged to his little brother.

You bit your lower lip at this thought. Was it all Rindou’s fault that Ran never laid his eyes on you?

Your eyes started to get glossy.

And now you’re here in the arms of his little brother. Using him, just to be closer to your true love. The sad thing is, the more time you get to spend with Ran, the more you fall in love with him. The way he talks to you, flirts with you, just to tease his brother, the way he runs his hand through his silky soft hair. You’re always observing him. Observing how he places his arm around the waist of some girl, he doesn’t even know the name of.

How he runs his lips up her neck, kissing her jaw, while grabbing the soft flesh of her hips.

The more you observed him, the more you longed to be that person in his arms. To be the girl he leaves with, the girl that gets to feel his hands running over her body, his lips touching yours. You wanted to be her.

You longed for Ran’s touch, while you were seated on Rindous lap, his hands holding you close, his lips occasionally finding its way onto the exposed skin on your shoulder. And you knew, you just knew he had this small smile on his face, the smile he always got when you’re with him. Rindou loves you with everything he got. You were the most important person for him and he’d die for you if it meat that you’d live just one second longer.

“My love, what’s wrong?” He asks softly, yet his voice is laced with worry. He turns on his back and pulls you into his chest holding you close. “Shhhhh it’s okay, I got you … I got you babygirl, don’t cry… everything’s going to be okay.” He tries to calm you down, while more and more tears run down your face. He runs his fingers through your hair, while he grabs his phone with his other hand.

“Shhh… shhhh- Hey, hey ran? - yeah tell Mikey I’m coming later … huh? Yeah probably the hormones again or some nasty thoughts running through this pretty head of her’s. Okay thanks.” He hangs up.

The call only lasted a few seconds, but it was enough for you to hear his voice, even through the phone, you could make out that it was deeper than usual, maybe due to the early hours. And those few seconds make the tears stream down your face even more.

You were laying in the wrong bed. In the wrong arms. You accepted the proposal from the wrong brother. You did everything wrong. And you hate yourself for still blaming Rindou for all of this. How can you blame him, when everything he does, is to make you happy and see you smile?

When everything he does is to shower you with his love?

To be there for you, to hold your hair when you had to throw up all the time?

To be there for you, when the sudden waves of sadness hit you again, just like they do right now?

Everything while looking at you with pure adoration in his eyes and treating you like every little girl dreamed of being treated.

He was your own personal gift sent from god himself.

Yet you didn’t want it.

You acted like a spoiled brat and wanted more. You wanted his brother. And this you still do.

“Hey, my love, don’t worry okay? I know it’s a nerve racking time - but you don’t have to worry okay? You’re wonderful. You’re literally an angel sent from above and I just knew you’ll be doing amazing. I love you so much and I promise I’ll be by your side, taking every singe step together with you. I’d never dreamed to start a family with anyone other than you.”

He says and one of his hands moves over the small bump on your stomach.

#tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev headcanons #haitani rindou imagines #rindou hcs #rindou x reader #rindou headcanons #ran x reader #ran headcanons #rindou imagines

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peachycherries · 3 years ago

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The Past

part i | part ii | part iii | part iv

druig/eternal!reader

kinda!wandanat/eternal!reader

quite rushed sia 😭

Smiling in your sleep as you dreamt of Druig, the only time you got to see his face was when yours was on your pillowcase; in dreams that would leave you wishing that you could stay asleep forever, living inside your mind. he stood in front of you, delicately cupping your face with his hands. Looking at you as though you single-handedly hung the stars and moon in the sky. Slowly leaning in, his lips nearly touched yours-

“Museum clothes! Museum clothes!” Being yelled directly at your face by Morgan as she jumped on top of your body while you said peacefully sleeping with your mind in dreamland was not what you thought you’d wake up to in the morning. Eyes glowing brightly as cosmic energy flowed dangerously from your hands, you sat upright; panicked and still dazed from sleep as you prepared for the worst. “Morgan! No wait!” was what came next, hearing the little girl’s name; you calmed your powers and tried to wrap your head around the chaos that was happening. Your glossy eyes still heavy with sleep settled on the little girl who was now being lifted off your body by an out of breath Wanda “Morgan you can’t do that, that was very impolite” she scolded the little Stark. Turning to you, she let herself admire how you looked; bedhead and eyes droopy with exhaustion still with specks of gold as your powers dissipated. “Sorry, she’s faster than I thought.” Finally coming back into the real world, threw your head back onto your pillow and groaned into it “Morgan..I was having a good dream” childishly whining to the little girl who only laughed as she wriggled out of the redhead’s arms and crawled into your bed and under the covers beside you. “Sorry” she giggled (not looking sorry at all) “but I want to wear your museum clothes.” she pouted. Seeing Wanda’s confused expression, you explained “She wants to wear the clothes she saw the statues of me wearing in the museum when we visited, isn’t that right honey?” the little girl let out an excited squeal and nodded as she clung onto you, her hair tickling your cheek when she decided she wasn’t close enough and claimed the empty side your pillow. “Let’s go back to sleep for a little longer okay? I wouldn’t have even been awake at this time back in ancient Greece, we have to follow the rules in order to wear the museum clothes alright?” you prayed that she’d believe your complete bullshit of an excuse for wanting a little more sleep. Wanda rolled her eyes at you, completely aware of what you were doing, she was also watching you expectantly ‘maybe this could turn into another one of our impromptu cuddle sessions’ she wondered in her head as she thought about one of the many times where you would pull her into your bed and cuddled her like there was no tomorrow. Her heart skipped wit anticipation as you turned your attention to her, but it soon deflated after hearing the words that came out of your mouth “I can take it from here Wanda. We-‘ you scrunched your nose at the girl who’s pout only deepened “are going back to sleep for a little while more.” Nodding with a forced smile, she stepped out of your bedroom as the bad feeling that something was going to happen today only grew within her. Now basically having a little human heater clinging to you, you shut your eyes and fell back into blissful sleep.

Walking to the kitchen with a sleepy Morgan on your hip after the much needed extra shut eye; you pass by an equally sleepy Peter who was chomping on his cereal and flipping through his physics textbook, you were sure that he wasn’t even aware of what he was doing as he fought off his sleepy haze. “Good morning Peter” you said as you sat the little Stark on the counter top, “Good….morning” he replied between yawns. Moving to get a cup of coffee, you sipped on the heavenly bitter liquid as you stared out the window. Today felt different, a good different. The sun was shining a little brighter and animals from the forest seemed to let their curiosity get the best of them as they wandered closer to the compound. You were glad to see wildlife thriving after the hard hit you gave it when your emotions took a painful hit itself, you’ve never taken any joy in seeing the nature around you lose life when you were unhappy or simply upset. You are supposed to grow and nurture the planet, not kill it; you have had thousands of years to learn and tame this effect of your powers, but you couldn’t help it sometimes when things just got too much, too overwhelming. You turned Morgan to look out the window as deer sniffed the grass and moved in tranquility while rabbits hopped around without a care in the world. It seems like she couldn’t have cared less though, all she did was turn to face you and look you dead in the eyes “Museum clothes now please,, and flower fortress later?” ‘Well at least she used her manners’ you mused to yourself. Picking her back up “i’ve made you wait long enough haven’t i, flower princess?” you kissed her cheek lovingly and made your way back to your room; to where you’d hopefully have enough materials to craft out clothing that you haven’t come close to wearing in centuries.

An animated shriek came from Pepper when you and Morgan stepped into the common room where everyone was lounging around, appreciating the domesticity which they rarely got to indulge in. Tony and Pepper had on the biggest heart eyes as they took in their daughter; dressed up in a chiton and a himation draped over her body. “Beautiful angel, you look like you should be in the museum yourself sweetie. Actually, hold on, let me make a call.” you laughed at Tony’s words; with him being who he is, you knew that there was a good chance that there would actually be a statue of Morgan in the museum tomorrow. The sound of someone choking caught your attention, Natasha was red faced and recovering from a coughing fit as Wanda rubbed her back while trying her best to keep herself from laughing. “You look beautiful.” she said, barely above a whisper but you heard it anyway. “Thank you Nat. I’ve honestly missed wearing this, it brings me back to the past; when things were simpler” with distant eyes, you stared at your reflection. Everyone watched you as you dove into your memories, not wanting to break the silent moment you were having with yourself. Still feeling guilty, they were trying anything and everything to get you back to how you used to be. The ‘you’ that the world loves, the ‘you’ that they hated you for being, the ‘you’ that they were envious of, the same ‘you’ which they had chased away; they were now desperately trying to get back. If that meant standing in a slightly awkward silence while you reminisce on old times, so be it. “Not to mention the great ventilation” and just like that, the moment was over and the playful environment was brought back by your joke and the spin you did, letting the soft fabric glide through the air gracefully; something the team had noticed you did everything effortlessly with: grace.

“Are you sure Auntie Blossom? We look a little… wonky” Melting at the nickname she had given you ever since the first time she saw you use your powers to make the flowers in the compound bloom, “We do look a little wonky don’t we honey?, i’m a bit rusty in all the overlapping and tying of the fabric.” you grimaced “remember Druig? The man who’s statue was always close to mine, he was the one who would always make sure I looked presentable every morning before we stepped out.” you said as you looked down at her with a small sad smile. Not noticing how the two redheads had stiffened at the mention of his name.

"ayárn you 'my love' your whole buttocks is on display for the world to see." Druig said from where he stood behind you as you frustratingly tried and continuously failed to cover yourself, huffing and puffing, almost bubbling over with irritation. Giving up, you ran both hands down your face and turned to look at him pleadingly “Help me. Please?” you said in a small voice, embarrassed from having declined his offer to help you over an hour ago. “What was that? I couldn’t quite hear you.” hearing his teasing tone and that smug look on his face made you question whether or not you should just walk out and show everyone your ass. Seemingly reading your thoughts, he threw his head back in laughter and squinted his eyes at you “Don’t even think about it ayárn you, get your cute butt over here.” smiling softly as you shuffled over to him with your eyes focused on your feet, still a little embarrassed from your show of stubbornness from earlier. With gentle hands, he tilted your gaze back to him “Don’t hide yourself, never hide yourself from me.” he said before pecking your lips with his soft ones and getting started on fixing your clothes. The two of you walked out of the domo together, hand in hand; never leaving each other’s side until after the sun had long set.

Just as everyone was about to step out, Friday announced that you had a visitor, a friend. More specifically: a sorority sister…? “Sorority sister? I didn’t know you were in a sorority!” Peter cried out, while everyone else chuckled as they tried to imagine you, Mother Nature being in a sorority. With furrowed eyebrows, you stared at the entrance “I don’t know any ‘sorority sisters’” you said seriously with your guard up. That caused everyone to tense up, life as superheroes wasn’t a walk in the park, they always had to be prepared for the worst to happen. 'Was there a breach?' 'Hydra agent in disguise?' ‘Another alien invasion?’ These questions ran through their head at lightning speed as they simultaneously drew their weapons. Approaching the main door cautiously, you eyes glowing with defense and cosmic energy flowed from your hands.

Eyes still glowing and your powers still flowed from you, but in a completely different way now. You felt him before you saw him. Your powers went from being deadly, lethal, and unforgiving; to soft, gentle, and lovely. You glowed an aura-like light around you, just like how you would whenever it came to him. The same way it glowed when he kissed you for the first time, when he mind controlled the entire village to sing for you (ethically questionable but it was romantic so you didn't care in the slightest) and countless other instances that only had one thing in common, they all included your Druig. “Druig.” you whispered out when you opened the door to reveal him. There he was, he looked as beautiful as you remembered; as beautiful as the first time you saw him and also the last. For a moment, you were transported back in time, back to when you first laid eyes on him; his blue eyes staring into yours as the two of you stood in the unknown. The whole team was still anxious and all eyes were going back and forth between you and the unknown being still at the door; not hearing you say his name when it came out as such a breathless whisper (let’s cut you some slack; you’re face to face with the love of your life who you haven’t seen in over a hundred years) confusion written all over their faces with the change of your attitude.

"My beautiful, beautiful love. Miss me?" he said with a lift of his chin, his usual smugness but you could see the underlining softness and love that laid in his eyes. The softness and love that was only ever reserved for you. Lifting your chin as you mirrored him, trying to keep up the gig for as long as possible, (which wasn't very long at all- give or take 3 seconds long) you rushed to him and embraced him in a hug. His arms wrapped around your lower back as yours went around his neck, it had been so long since you've held him this close. So long since you've felt his body against yours, his. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck as he breathed in your scent; a smell that was so purely: you. Reluctantly pulling away from him “What are you doing here? Is everything alright? Are they back?” you suddenly became panicked again, ‘are the deviants back?’ ‘are all your fellow Eternals well?’ thoughts raced through your mind, but a gentle squeeze to your hip brought your attention back to your Eternal love standing centimetres away from you. “Everything is fine my love, i’ve actually came to ask you the same thing.” you looked at him questioningly, why would he think that everything wasn’t alright? He stepped away from you and back towards the door, you immediately missed his warmth. “I’ve got a bone to pick with you.” he said as he picked up…. a small dead tree? As he brought it closer, you remembered, you remembered everything; it was impossible to forget such a tree. “I’ve grown, loved and cared for this tree for approximately 986 years darling, all for it to wilt; for no fault of my own. You said this tree is a part of you, what happened my love?” he questioned softly, face full of concern.

A dramatic gasp from somewhere behind you brought you and Druig out of the trance you both were in. Glancing behind you, Peter stood with his hand over his mouth; face full of shock. “That tree is almost a thousand years old?” he questioned, but more like yelled out. Only now remembering that there were other people around, not just other people; but the whole team of Avengers who had now relaxed and put their weapons away. Druig laughed from beside you, “Yes, nearly a thousand. But it looks like it isn’t going to make it huh?” Regaining your composure, introductions needed to be made! Everyone needed to know that this is your beloved Eternal. “Avengers, this is Druig.” your eyes lingered on him “Druig, these are the Avengers.” you moved your eyes back to the team. Some had faces of shock, some were happy, and some were of jealousy (only the two redheads to be more specific) “Earth’s mightiest heroes, i’ve heard a lot about you.” Steve was the first to rush towards the both of you, secretly fangirling over the fact that he’s meeting the Druig, the Druig that he knew was your one and only (totally ignoring the arguments that came from Wanda and Natasha whenever the subject was brought up.) “I’m Steve Rogers, It’s an honour to finally meet you.” you internally groaned, already knowing what was coming “Finally eh? You tell people about me darling?” there it was. Rolling your eyes, you opened your mouth to give a snarky reply, but it seems like someone else had the same idea, “Almost never shuts up.” To say you were surprised to hear that coming from Wanda would be an understatement, you never thought of her to be someone who would say such a thing, right in front of everyone. Maybe you never knew her at all. You and Druig shared a glance and he could see the hurt that flashed across your face, both silently agreeing to ignore the comment; which only infuriated the young redhead even more. After everyone had made their short introductions now in the slightly awkward environment created by Natasha and Wanda, Druig turned back to you, once again making you feel like the only person in the world; “It seems like i have also traveled back in time ayárn you, we back in Ancient Greece are we? What happened love? I know it wouldn’t have wilted over nothing.” You looked down as your face flushed, how coincidental that he chose this time to show up, ‘don’t hide yourself from me, never hide yourself from me’ the words rang fresh in your mind and you looked back up at him, you’ve never hid anything from him and you’re not about to start now. Throwing your teammates a glance, you turned to him and brought him back outside. No one else was meant to hear you say this, but with supersoldiers being nosy romantics; it happened anyway, and what you said had crushed them all. “Ajak said that humans would never hurt us, that they were incapable of it. Seems like she was wrong.”

Pouring your heart and thoughts out to Druig was easy, just like everything else with him was. But you were a little wary of telling Druig about your crushes on the two redheads, surprisingly or unsurprisingly; he wasn’t very fazed by it. It was this unspoken thing between the two of you: at the end of the day, you and him would always end up together; the two of you were endgame. (as how Peter described it) At the end of your explanation, to say Druig was furious would be putting it lightly. These are the world’s mightiest heroes? If these are who they truly are, the world is in bigger danger than he would’ve thought. Feeling a weight had been lifted off your shoulders by telling him everything that had happened, nothing had really changed.. but with him being here, everything felt different: nothing mattered anymore, he’s here and he’s all you’ll ever need.

Pulling him by the hand back into the building, you felt as though you were flying- no, soaring through the wind. You didn’t know how long he would be staying or how the two of you would progress from now forward, but you had him right now, that’s all you cared about. Walking into the common room with your hand in his, you felt everyone’s eyes on you. Yours stayed on Druig. “You still haven’t gotten any better at this have you?” he asked teasingly as his eyes traveled down your body and your clothes. You could feel your face heat up as you tried your best to still fix how your attire, running your hands down and smoothing the creases out. Bringing you to one of the sofas, he sits down and pulls you to stand in between his legs as he fiddled and fixed your clothing. While you were busy giving him the biggest heart eyes, your teammates were busy analysing you. They had never seen you like this before, so flustered and shy; like a schoolgirl with her crush. They were witnessing another side if you and they were glad for it. Well most of them, excluding Wanda and Natasha, who were watching you and ‘your precious Druig’ they mocked in their heads, interact. They hated to admit it, but the two of you looked perfect together. Every single one of them watched as he touched you with such care, with such gentleness, such love. And they watched as you did the same, the way you combed through his hair with one hand as your other stayed on the bottom of his chin; the way you cupped his face with both your hands and softly rubbed the apple of his cheek with your thumb, tracing his facial features and admiring every single one of them like fine art; gazing at him with nothing but love in your eyes, as if everyone else was invisible: even them.

“Marburies marburies?” Morgan asked as she tugged on your shirt from where she sat on your lap after everyone had settled in. “Mulberries Morgan.” you corrected her softly as your hands played with her hair. You could feel Druig’s eyes on you when you got up to retrieve the little girl’s healthy midday snack, “Mulberries are her favourite, just as they are mine.” you said as you starred at him with soft eyes and head tilted to the side. “They are made from you, how could they not be everyone’s favourite?” he questioned teasingly but also with a little truth lining his words. The team looked at you, puzzled faces. Turning to look at the little Stark who now had berry stains all over her face, you chuckled as you wiped her face clean.

“Have i ever told you about the story of how mulberries came to be? The story of Pyramus and Thisbe.”

Pyramus and Thisbe lived in Babylonia and from the time they were young. Even though they were neighbours, their families were rivals; so the two lovers had to keep their love a secret. They had a special meeting place at a wall between their houses. Pyramus and Thisbe communicated through this crack when it was risky to see one another. One particularly magnificent day, they arrived at their usual meeting place. They came to the decision that they would not be stopped from being together any longer. They decided to meet that night outside the city gates under a mulberry tree filled white fruit. Thisbe, hidden by a veil, arrived at the appointed spot first and waited patiently for Pyramus to come. All of a sudden, a lioness fresh from a kill, her jaws covered in blood. Thisbe was frightened by this disturbance and ran to a nearby cave. In her haste, she dropped her veil and the lioness grabbed it and shredded it with her bloody jaws. Meanwhile, Pyramus had arrived at the meeting place. As he approached the tree he could not help but notice the large paw prints of the lioness. His heart beat faster. As he approached the stream, his fears were confirmed upon seeing Thisbe's veil torn and bloodstained. Pyramus was unable to contain his sorrow as he thought she was dead; he drew his sword and plunged it deeply into his side. As he removed the sword from his side, blood sprayed the white fruit on the tree, turning it a dark purple color. Meanwhile, Thisbe, recovered from her fright, came back to the meeting place by the stream. There she saw Pyramus' body lying in a crumpled heap on the ground. Racked with uncontrollable agony, she took his sword and threw her body onto it. With her dying breath, she pleaded with the gods that their bodies be buried in a single tomb and that the tree in the special meeting place would always bear fruit in the color of a dark and mournful color in memory of their love. To this day, the berries of the mulberry tree always turn dark purple in color when they are ripe.

“I don’t know how it’s possible for them to get our names so wrong.. I mean come on, it how does the name Druig become Pyramus and mine to Thisbe?” you muttered jokingly, but everyone was too busy being shell shocked that the story was about you and your lover. “But I suppose that is only one of the many parts that they got wrong about that story; a deviant looks nothing like a lion, that part is absolutely ridiculous. But Druig and I did meet in secret almost every night, sneaking around behind the backs of the others, and we clearly did not die on that day. It was me, i almost did lose my life on that day; I didn’t hear the Deviant approaching me from behind. The next thing i knew, I was on the ground as it threw itself on top of me. The last thing I saw before i fell unconscious, was Druig looking down at me as he carried my body. Blood, there was so much blood. Let’s not revisit that memory in too much detail, but the mulberries did turn a dark red after that day. Until this day, we don’t know why that happened, why the white fruit would continue to turn to a dark red as it ripened. It might seem like a terrible reason as to why i love mulberries so much, a fruit that was stained red by my blood on a day where i almost lost everything. And that’s the thing, i almost lost everything; but i was okay with that…because he was there, he was there and that was all that mattered, i would have been perfectly content with him being the last thing i saw.” you looked at Druig with tears threatening to fall from your eyes, you were speaking your soul, pouring your heart out for everyone to see; and it felt like the easiest thing to do. Just as long as he was looking at you the way he was right now. “I see mulberries to be one of the results of our love for one another.”

It hit everyone then, especially Wanda and Natasha, just how real and alive the love between you and Druig is. They were devastated, but at the same time, they felt happy for you. They couldn’t help but blame themselves, blame themselves for pushing you into his arms, but the truth was, Druig had always had your heart. From the moment you opened your eyes, to hopefully until you closed your eyes for the last time. Deep down they knew and understood that, they were just a bump on the road, maybe even less than that; the road that led to yours and Druig’s love for one another. A love that was bigger than either of them, bigger than they could have ever imagined, a love that had been centuries in the making.

“It would take more than either of us dying for me to stop loving you,” he says to you as he wipes your tears away as though you were made of porcelain. The tenderness and softness that he has always given you warms your soul and only makes more tears pour out of your eyes. Everyone watched as two of some of the most powerful beings in the whole universe interact with nothing but gentleness and love towards each other, the way he touched you like you were the most fragile thing in the room; could lead everyone to forget about the fact that you are over 7000 years of age and had grown almost all of the earth. “However many lives that we might have lived in the past that we can’t remember, or any lives we could possibly live in the future, I am most certain that I have loved you in all of them.”

As your lips came together, so did the both of your hearts. A love that was centuries in the making had finally come together. As two hearts came together, another two broke.

that last line from druig was inspired from another fic! but for the life of me, i can’t find it.

and also druig’s bonsai came back to life! don’t worry about it !

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