#i'll shut up about it now that it's done don't worry. and i'll add a link to the comm later on. right now i am just Tired of computers | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

starbright349 · 10 months ago

Text

Beautiful Angel (Adam X Female Angel Reader)

In the celestial realms of Heaven, where ethereal beauty and eternal joy abound, lived Adam, the first man, and his heavenly bride, (Y/N). Their love was a reflection of divine grace, a union that transcended time itself. Today marked a special occasion—the anniversary of their celestial marriage.

(Y/N) woke up early, her luminous wings fluttering with excitement. She decided to surprise Adam with his favorite breakfast, a celestial feast that radiated with the essence of love. The aroma of ambrosial delights filled the air as she floated through the heavenly abode, preparing the breakfast with celestial ingredients.

She wasn't worried too much. She had left a lot of small hints about their anniversary for the past few days, so Adam wouldn't forget.

As the sun began to cast its golden rays across the heavenly realm, (Y/N) glanced at the mirror and decided to add a touch of celestial charm to her appearance. She decided to wear her favorite outfit that had her favorite colors on it. With a subtle touch of makeup that accentuated her otherworldly beauty, she felt ready to captivate Adam's heart once more.

Downstairs in the kitchen, (Y/N) placed the heavenly spread on a table adorned with flowers that emanated a fragrance only found in paradise. The aroma wafted through the air, and the anticipation of their anniversary celebration filled her with joy.

Feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness, Adam ascended from their bedroom to the kitchen. "Morning babe." Adam yawned with sleepy eyes as he walked to his wife. "Good morning, Adam." (Y/N) and planted a kiss on his cheek. He smiled softly and went to take his seat that table. Once his eyes were adjusted to being awake. Adam noticed his favorite breakfast on the table.

"Whoa, you made my favorite? What's the occasion?" Adam knew that you only severed his favorite breakfast on special occasions... or when you really, really wanted something. "Oh, no occasion, just wanted to make something special for my special husband."

(Y/N) smiled and fluttered her eyes at Adam, but all he did was shrug his shoulders and dug into his breakfast. Prior to this day, (Y/N) had been dropping hints for days, hoping that Adam wouldn't forget their special day.

As they both ate together, talking about random things. (Y/N) didn't bring up the topic of anniversary's since she wanted to see what would happen if she just let the day happen and not make anything happen.

Once Adam was done with his breakfast, he placed his dishes in the sink and washed them off. "I wish I could stay here longer babe, but I gotta get to Sera, she needs something important. I don't fuckin know I wasn't paying attention." (Y/N) looked at Adam with a little disappointment, "Aww, but you've been working with Sera for weeks, and I was hoping you would clear you schedule today. I wanted to spend some time with you."

Adam gave (Y/N) a smile and walked up to and lead to her level. "I know baby, but Sera needs this, according to her 'I need to do my part, in my Heavenly responsibilities." Adam said trying to imamate Sera, but it was really bad. "I'll be home in a few hours." Adam kissed her forehead and flew upstairs to get ready.

Sighed disappointedly and picked up the leftover dishes on the table and put them in the sink, but she had hope that Adam was going to do something special for her when he came down stairs.

As (Y/N) was cleaning up breakfast, Adam was about to walk out the door. "Later babe." Thats all he said before a shut the door and flew away. He didn't even say 'I love you.' or 'Happy Anniversary.'

Now instead of feeling sad, she felt angry and sad. She had a whole day planned for them, after breakfast (Y/N) wanted to their favorite cafe for their favorite trats and drinks, then go to the park where they had their first date. It was a picnic date, then they would come home and watch the first movie they watched together, and after words. (Y/N) would make Adam his favorite food, ribs, and maybe some nightly action in the bedroom. ;)

Having these feelings inside her, jumble up into a big mess. She fell to her knees and cried. (Y/N) didn't know why, maybe it was because he forgot, or because she thought that Adam didn't love as much anymore.

Either way, she was still very upset at Adam.

*A few Hours Later*

The whole day, until nightfall. (Y/N) spent crying or feeling sorry for herself and her marriage. She remembers how things were so much simpler then when they first got married, Adam used to make time for her and only her.

He would always shower her in love, attention, and affection. As she would do the same thing to him. But with these past few weeks, and Adam disappearing for hours, gone for entire nights even. (Y/N) feared that her and Adam's marriage was dying.

As she was on the couch with a blanket wrapped around her, watching the movie that her and Adam were meant to watch together. The door suddenly opened to reveal Adam, with a smile on his face that used to make (Y/N) melt, but instead she saw it as a stupid boy look.

"Hey babe." Adam said and walked up to (Y/N) to leaned down to kiss her. But the damage was done, and (Y/N) felt a wave of frustration wash over her as she pushed his face back with her hand. "Piss of Adam." (Y/N) said, clearly annoyed.

Adam looked at (Y/N) in confusion but he changed the look on his face. "Look (Y/N), I know that is short notice and your pissed off at me for something. But I really need you to and get dressed for an event." (Y/N) looked at with her 'death stare.' More annoyed than ever that Adam not only forgot their anniversary but also had the audacity to ask her to an event, possible one that would make him look better.

"I would rather choke on a sandpaper cock than do that, but then again. Being married to you, there really is no difference since you are quite a dick yourself." (Y/N) said as put on half on the blanket on her head for warmth.

"Babe listen, the clock is ticking here, and we don't have much time. So, I need you to get dressed right now." "Piss off!" (Y/N) said while filling her husband off. At the point, Adam was getting really annoyed with his wife's actions, he walked and stood in front of her, then tore the blanket off (Y/N) and leaned Infront of her face. "I am giving you one more chance wifey. Go and get ready for the event, otherwise I'll make you."

(Y/N) stood up and stared at Adam for a moment before she slapped him.

Adam held his face for a few seconds before he grabbed her waist and picked her up and put her on his shoulder. "Adam what are you-" "Sorry babe, but we don't have a lot of time." Adam said while holding (Y/N) tightly as she struggled and yelled. Adam led (Y/N) out of the house and flew away.

*A few minutes later*

Adam had taken (Y/N) to a dark spot in Heaven, she didn't care where she was, she wanted to get out of Adam's grip. Once Adam landed on the ground, he finally put (Y/N) down after what seemed like hours but it actually 15-20 minutes' worth of flying.

(Y/N) landed hard on her ass, but once she got up, she started scolding Adam, as he had a stupid smile on his face, almost like a smirk. "What the fuck Adam?! If you couldn't tell already, I'm very pissed at you. And you wanna know why? It's because you forgot our-"

Before (Y/N) could finish her sentence, the lights suddenly turned on to reveal a bunch of her and Adam's friends dressed up, fairy lights, a bunch of her and Adam's favorite food and alcohol on a table in one corner and a stage.

"Surprise!" Everyone said. (Y/N) covered her mouth in shock, finally figuring out what was going on. Adam still had that smile on his face as he leaned down. "Happy anniversary babe." He said and kissed (Y/N)'s cheek, she then turned her head to him. "You did all this for me?"

Adam nodded and snaped his fingers that changed (Y/N)'s outfit into a beautiful dress, transformed her hair into her favorite style, and gave her some light makeup on her face. "No-one else but for you. You're my angel (Y/N), and I love you." (Y/N) smiled at her outfit and Adam's beautiful words. She jumped up and hugged him then kissed his lips.

Adam wanted to take a step further and decided to dip (Y/N) in the process. Their clapped and cheered for the couple. Once they pulled away, (Y/N) whispered to her husband. "I'm sorry for slapping you." "And I'm sorry for dragging you out of the house like that." They both chuckled and had one more kiss.

*A few more hours later*

(Y/N) and Adam were having a great time at their party, some friends giving them gifts, others sharing funny stories about them before/after they got married.

As (Y/N) talking to one of her friends, Adam stood up on the stage. Grabbing everyone's attention; including (Y/N)'s.

"This is my biggest gift for my beautiful wife, I love you (Y/N)."

youtube

(Adam): Hey. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful angel.

(Y/N) walked slowly to the stage with a look of shock on her face.)

(Adam): Love your imperfections, every angle. Tomorrow comes and goes before you know. So, I just had to let you know.

(Adam pulls (Y/N) on stage and held one of her hands.)

(Adam): The way that Gucci look on you amazing.

(He then twirls (Y/N) around making her back face him, as he slides his free hand up her back)

(Adam): But nothing can compare to when you're naked.

(Y/N) blushes and turns around to playfully slap his hand away from her)

(Adam): Now a backwood and some Henny got you faded. Saying you the one for me, I need to face it.

(Adam starts walking around (Y/N) while giving that look that made her melt again.)

(Adam): Started when we were younger. Swear to God that I loved her. Sorry that your mom found out.

(Y/N) tried to hide her red face.)

(Adam): Guess that we just really had the thunder. Ain't nobody else that I'd be under. Beautiful, beautiful life right now. Beautiful, beautiful night right now. No no nooooo.

(Adam removed (Y/N)'s hands from her face and put his hand underneath her chin to make her look him)

(Adam): Hey. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful angel. Love your imperfections, every angle.

(Adam brushed some hair behind (Y/N)'s ear as they both stared into each other's eyes)

(Adam): Tomorrow comes and goes before you know. So, I just had to let you know.

(Adam leaned into kiss (Y/N) on the lips again, but she stopped him, took the microphone from his hand.)

(Y/N): Oh, my God, where did the time go? I wish the hours would go slow, how is it 6 a.m?

(Y/N) started to dance seductively Infront of Adam, not caring about the other angels watching her.)

(Y/N): Your touch is heaven-sent. Beautiful, beautiful sight right now. Beautiful, beautiful life right now.

(Y/N) came close to Adam as she continued dancing.)

(Y/N): Got the angels singin' ooh-ah, right now like (ooh-ah). And this is why we got to touch (ah). Sometimes words are not enough (no)

(Y/N) put her finger up to her tongue and licked it, making sure to have some saliva on it)

(Y/N): Painted in your golden kiss. Honey dripping from your lips.

(Y/N) wiped her saliva covered finger on something that wasn't her dress.)

(Y/N): I thank God and my lucky stars. Darling, don't you know what you are?

(Y/N) fluttered her eyes at Adam, who was blushing but also smiling.)

(Y/N): Yeah, baby, you are. ~

(Adam put his one of hands on (Y/N)'s waist as she put one of her hands on his neck, and they both held the microphone together.)

(Adam/(Y/N): Hey (hey, baby). Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful angel (ooh).

(Adam and (Y/N) began to dance romantically, Adam even spinning (Y/N) in the air.)

(Adam/(Y/N): Love your imperfections, every angle (oh, no, yeah). Tomorrow comes and goes before you know (you know). So, I just had to let you know.

(Adam and (Y/N) continued to dance with each other, not taking their eyes off each other.)

(Adam/(Y/N): The way that Gucci look on you, amazin'. But nothing can compare to when you're naked.

(Adam and (Y/N) let go of each other for a moment before they clanged on to each other again.)

(Adam/(Y/N): Tomorrow comes and goes before you know. So, I just had to let you know (ah-ah, yeah). I just had to let you know. Swear to God, you're beautiful, yeah.

(Adam and (Y/N) started into each other's eyes again, before Adam dipped (Y/N) again and they both shared a passionate kiss.)

*End of the song*

Adam and (Y/N) continued to kiss each other until the claps and cheers of their friends interrupted them, they pulled away and looked at the audience for a moment before looking at each other again.

They both couldn't contain their laughter and put their foreheads together. "Thank you, Adam." "Your welcome babe." they stayed quiet for a moment. Before she spoke.

"I have your present back at home. And you get to unwrap it in bed, if you know what I mean."

(Y/N) winked at Adam. And once he heard that, he smiled.

"Oh, fuck yes."

#hazbin hotel #adam x reader #adam hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #x reader

340 notes · View notes

thelov3lybookworm · 1 year ago

Text

I Didn't Ask For This (part ten)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

Summary: Marriage had always been something sacred to little Y/n, something dream like, where her husband would come and whisk her away to a fairyland. At least, that's what she had always thought.

All her dreams would be shattered.

But maybe she can salvage them?

•○●⛦●○•

Tw: forced marriage, none more that I can think of, so let me know if I need to add anything.

A/n: I really love this chapter. Let's see if you can find the reference I made in here. I honestly make so many references in the fics I write, but no one has noticed them.

Anyways, enjoy!

•○🌑○•

The tension in the air could have been cut by a blunt knife.

The most powerful High Lord in the history of Prythian was staring down one of the most feared man in Prythian, the Spymaster of the Night Court.

They were nearly chest to chest, and Y/n feared that if someone didn't step in, this place would be bathed in blood. So she cleared her throat.

Azriel looked at her, brows furrowed.

"I– can we go back? Can you take me back?"

"Sure–" As he began to turn to her, the High Lord's hand shot out, clamping down on his shoulders. Azriel glared at the hand and then it's owner.

"Cassian can take her back. Or if its him you want to go with, please wait for sometime." Rhys glanced at her while saying the second part. "My office. Now." He threw at Azriel before stalking out of the room.

Everyone watched him go, a muscle feathering in Azriel's jaw as he turned to her. "Don't worry about me. I'll be there soon." With that, he turned and followed Rhys.

Y/n's stomach turned as she thought about what could happen to Azriel. The high lord was said to be ruthless and cunning, and even though he hadn't seemed like it when they first met, she didn't know if she could sit still until she was sure that her husband was safe. The urge to follow him and make sure he wouldn't be harmed was overpowering any sense she had, but before she could take a step, Cassian placed a hand on her shoulder.

He tilted his head towards the door, and she nodded. Glancing back one last time to where Azriel had disappeared, she followed Cassian outside.

She stayed quiet the whole time, muttering a thanks to Cassian when they landed before locking herself in her room.

She couldn't stop thinking about Azriel and what he'd done today. Allegedly done today.

She changed into her nightgown, climbing into bed hoping to sleep. Maybe then her mind would stop trying to find some meaning in his actions. Maybe then her heart would stop trying to make her feel things she didn't want to feel.

•○🌑○•

It had been almost more than an hour now, and Y/n couldn't sleep no matter what she did. With a huff of annoyance, she threw the covers aside and stood, stomping to the balcony and leaning against the railing. Her minds inability to just shut the hell up was frustrating.

As her mind drifted through the plethora of thoughts in her head again, she couldn't help but think back to where Azriel might be right now. Was he back yet? He would come to meet her if he was, right?

As soon as she had those thoughts, she heard the familiar scuff of boots coming near, and her chest started loosening. From the sound of it, the door opened and closed behind her, but she didn't turn. She couldn't, because she knew if she did, she wouldn't be able to stop herself from throwing her arms around him and slapping him at the same time. She wondered which she would prefer.

She could feel him coming closer, and she gripped the railing tightly.

"Are you mad at me?" He asked quietly, having stopped a little distance away.

She shook her head. "Did you really do it?"

A pause. "Yes."

She nodded, not knowing what to say to that. He took that as a cue to step forward. She knew he did because one moment her back was cold, and the next, she could feel his body heat through the thin silk of her gown. Suddenly she felt extremely exposed, considering the thing she was wearing barely reached her knee, and it was only held up by thin strings.

She inwardly cursed Nesta for this. Y/n had never worn something like this, and when she and Nesta had started to become friends, Nesta was appaled when she realised Y/n did not sleep half naked.

"Do you have nothing to say to that?" Azriel asked, his body like a furnace behind her.

"What do you want me to say?"

"How– how do you feel about all of this?"

"I don't know..."

"Does it bother you?"

She shook her head. "No, it does not. But what about the women and children?"

"They were evacuated to safety. And your brother, he's here."

At that, she finally turned slightly to look at him. She hadn't even thought of her brother who lived in the camp. She didn't have to worry about Velda as she lived in a different camp.

Azriel towered over her, studying her.

"What?"

"He is living in an inn across the Sidra."

"Really?" When he nodded, relief spread through her. She mumbled a thank you before turning back to the view in front of her.

"Your....your father is alive."

She stiffened. "What?" She whispered.

"He burned in the fire, but I just felt like he didn't suffer enough for his crimes." He stated casually, as if he was telling her about the weather.

She blinked at the night sky before asking the same question again.

"I bought him here. He is where we keep all the prisoners and I... interrogate them. He is badly injured and won't be able to escape. I wanted to ask you before I did anything to him."

She knew exactly what he meant with that.

"What did you want to ask."

"You were the one who suffered from his ministrations. You deserve the right to punish him however you want. You can either let him live, give him a quick death or let me handle him."

"What would letting you handle him entail?"

"I'll go all Spymaster on him. I'll do all the things I do to the prisoners to get information out of them."

She nodded. Thinking for some time, she finally decided. "Then I'll let you handle him."

He was silent for a moment. "Are you sure?"

"I am."

His hands landed on either side of her on the railing as he leaned closer. "Thank you." Butterflies erupted in her stomach as he kissed her shoulder before straightening. "Come, you should sleep."

She turned to him, and ignoring her mind, she followed her heart's urge to wrap her arms around her husband. He froze for a moment before wrapping an arm around her shoulder and using the other to cradle the back of her head.

"Thank you. You didn't need to do this." She mumbled against his chest.

"I absolutely did." She pulled back from him. He smiled and kissed her forehead before tugging her back into the room.

As she lay down and he arranged the covers around her, a thought suddenly occurred to her.

"Azriel? Your father and brothers lived in the camp too. What happened to them?"

He gave her a smile, and honestly she should have been scared of it. But she wasn't, and that scared her more than anything else did.

"They're dead."

"Did you see them?"

"Yes. And it gave me immense satisfaction."

"Wish I could have witnessed it."

He blinked at her, a slow smile spreading on his face. He pushed her hair back from her face as he straightened. "Hmm. Next time I do something like this, I'll make sure to take you with me."

She grinned, just a little bit, shaking her head. He stared at her for a few moments before nodding his head and turning away. "Good night."

She didn't want him to go. Atleast, not yet.

She had only a moment to make her choice, and she did.

Her heart danced with joy while her mind screamed at her that this was a bad idea.

"Azriel." She burst out before she lost her nerve.

He paused, turning back slightly. "Yes?"

"Can you– can you stay?"

He stared at her. "What? You– you want me to stay?"

Instantly, a blush was climbing up her neck. What if he didn't want to stay? She kicked herself mentally. "Only if you wish to–"

"I do." His eyes shone. "Um– do you want me to sleep on the ground? I have no problem with it."

She shook her head. "Stay next to me. Please."

The room was dark, the only light provided by the moonlight filtering in from the doors of the balcony. She almost couldn't see the flush on his neck and face as he rounded the bed, where a few clothes had appeared. He took them and walked into the bathing chamber to change.

When he walked back out he was dressed in loose pants and shirt. He slowly climbed into the bed. He was as stiff as a plank with tension as he lay as far as he could from her.

She smiled and turned on her back. "You can relax you know. You'll never get any sleep if you're that tensed up."

He sighed. "I know."

She bit her lip. "I don't bite...much."

His head whipped to her. And honestly, she agreed. She wasn't bold in any way. She didn't even know where that came from.

"Tell me about something interesting."

"Velaris was built by Rhys's father." He supplied.

"Really? Wasn't he..."

"Cruel? A monster? That he was. But he did build and protect Velaris. The only good thing he did, honestly."

"What was he like?"

Azriel began telling her about the previous High Lord of Night Court, and she listened, her attention rapt. As moments passed, his voice filling the room, he relaxed gradually. He also told her about Cassian's past and his mother.

When he was done, they stayed silent. She processed all the information that had just been dumped on her. She shivered.

"Are you cold?"

"A little."

"Would you accept an olive branch?" She nodded and he pulled her closer. Now she was as stiff as a board.

"Relax. I don't bite...much." He murmured against her hair.

She sat up abruptly. "Was that a joke Spymaster?"

He grinned, pulling her back to his chest. "Maybe." After a pause, he went on. "Sleep. I won't try anything. No funny business unless you ask for it."

"Shame." She mumbled under her breath.

"Did you say something Y/n?"

Of course the bastard heard her. "No."

"I feel like Nesta is a really bad influence on you."

"Shut up." She shoved his chest lightly. He just kissed her head and wished her a good night.

As she drifted off, she felt safer than she had felt in her whole existence. She knew he would protect her always, no matter what.

And maybe that should have scared her, but it just made her feel warm and happy, making something in her chest sing.

•○🌑○•

Part 11

Taglist: @bubybubsters @maxxieluvs @bubbbllee @buckyandgeraltsupremacy @waytoomanyteenagefeels @tell-me-a-poem @the-lake-is-calling @spaxxxi @japanese-wonderland-blog @valeridarkness @moonlwghts @deadratio @esposadomd @harrystylesfan2686 @missusbarnes-rogers @whatthefuckshappeningrn @hyacinthoideshispanica @historygeekqueen @lizziesfirstwife @nastynesta @aroseinvelaris @nightless @cleverzonkwombatsludge @kodokunarisu-blog @selillusion @eos-princess @moonfawnx @a-court-of-milkandhoney @emilyo-218 @wannabewolf @ailyr92 @chronically-online-cheese @myheartfollower @hells-sluttiest-new-arrival @marina468 @menaosama @starryhiraeth @hereticdance @mali22 @valencia-rou @azrielsstarlight @marvelouslovely-barnes @luvmoo @starlight-hope @a-frog-with-a-laptop @fall-myriad @alt-ghost @elleofdragons @ruleroftides @5moremin @stargirl1714 @bunnymallowo @ivy-34 @aria-chikage

546 notes · View notes

erosjournal · 1 month ago

Note

Hello! How are you?

I've a request for Percy Jackson, I imagine something where the reader and Percy have been dating for a while, but the reader noticed Percy's closeness to Annabeth and the reader starts to get jealous and insecure, and she also starts to compare herself to Annabeth, and the reader is super upset and downcast, but she doesn't know how to communicate, so when Percy confronts the reader, the reader freezes and can't talk about her feelings

I've done this request for someone else before, so I'll understand if you don't want to do this request, but I love your writing and would love to see what you could write with this request

☆ i know it's crazy , but what if it's right ?

~ percy jackson x gender neutral reader

~ synopsis : you and percy are dating , happily . well , thats if you ignore the fact he spends more time with annabeth than his own partner !

~ tw(s): mental health struggles , physical comparisons

You were waiting in your cabin, fidgeting with Percy's jacket. Percy had promised to meet up with you five minutes ago, to come get you to take you on a beach walk. Playing with the jacket, you frowned. It was now 6 minutes past, the tear in the sleeve becoming bigger. See, Percy hadn't even noticed you'd taken his favorite jacket. The door was thrust opened and you jumped.

"Gods, I'm so sorry I'm late!" Percy cried, breathing heavily. He doubled over, groaning. You walked over to him, ruffling his hair.

"Don't worry, Perce," You tried, attempting to be lighthearted. He looked up, his sea green eyes making your stomach churn. You still had those honeymoon phase moments, when you'd look into those beautiful eyes.

"I'm sorry, I got caught up with--" You braced yourself.

"Annabeth." You felt nauseous. Recently, Percy had been spending a lot of time with her. You understood they were close friends, and had a thing in the past, but Percy always denied any feelings of romance towards her. But in moments like these, you couldn't help but wonder...

"Oh. Annabeth?" You muttered shakily. Percy nodded. He had redoubled over, and couldn't see your pained expression.

"Yeah, she wanted my opinion on a new structure she was designing for Olympus," He stood up, laughing nervously. He scratched his neck.

"...Couldn't she ask someone else?" You asked. He shrugged.

"I mean, I guess," He didn't add on anymore, causing your worries to worsen. "Anyways, I'm here now. Let's go!" You nodded, him grabbing your hand. Yes, you were glad he was here and you could go on your walk now, but was it all that worth it?

Today was the third day in a row you'd ignored Percy. The first day, he'd asked to take you to go out with him to pick strawberries. Where Annabeth was. You gently declined, saying you had been given a ton of chores that day. The second he came over to your cabin, asking to spend time. You accepted, but he just went to sit on your bed, talking about his favorite architectural designs. Something about Annabeth, and you immediately started ignoring him.

See, it wasn't that you didn't like Annabeth. No, you couldn't! She was, after all, a great person and fun to be around. You just couldn't handle the fact Percy was constantly with her instead of you. That might sound like jealously, but this had happened too many times to count.

So when Percy rapped his knuckles on your cabin door, you shut it back in his face. You heard a gasp, much more realistic than dramatic, and another knock.

"What was that for?" You heard him yell. You leaned against the door, blinking back tears.

"Leave me alone! Go find Annabeth or something!" You argued, trying not to break down behind the door. He froze, hesitating. Then you heard footsteps, leaving your cabin in the direction of the Athena cabin. Of course he knew where she was.

You walked into the bathroom, staring at yourself in the mirrors. You wished you looked like Annabeth. You wish you were Annabeth. The perfect way her curls wound, the specific shade of blonde that shined in the sun, the way she could talk about something she loved so easily. The way she captured Percy's thoughts, his mind, his focus. That's what you wanted the most.

It'd been over a week at this point, and Percy was fed up. You were at the lake, ankle deep in the cold water. He tapped your shoulder, sitting next to you. You froze.

"Love," He started, biting his lip. "What's wrong?" You shook you head, looking away.

"Nothing. I'm fine... just busy." Percy shook his head, trying to catch your gaze.

"No, it's not.... Are you... planning on breaking up with me?" He said, his voice cracking with pain. Shit. You turned to look at him, tears pooling in his eyes. You opened your mouth, your body begging you to say no. But your voice died in your throat. He cleared his throat.

"Please, just talk to me."

"I can't, Percy."

"Is it because of Annabeth?" You hesitated, Percy sighing. "I promise, we're just friends." He assured, frowning at your hesitation. You shook your head.

"Friends don't act like..." You couldn't even name it. "You guys." Percy let out another sigh. A sound you were starting to hate.

"But we are! I promise! Yeah, sure, we've had a past together, but I don't even see her that way! I see you that way." You just shake your head. More words threaten to spill, but they just won't come out. He bites his lip. "I should leave," He starts getting up.

"Percy,"

"No, it's fine. We should, um, take a breather. Talk tomorrow," He said, blinking as tears fell from his eyes. You nodded, frowning. Why couldn't you just talk now? Why couldn't the words come out?

"Okay."

~ an : aaah tysm for reading !! i hope u liked it , i wasn't able to fit in everything but i hope that was ok . i also decided to do a gn reader bc i didn't think it needed specifically to be fem , i hope that was fine too . we love our bi king guys/hj . anyways , yeah , maybe i'll write a part 2 if people want it . ty !! ty for requesting !! (also the title is from talk too much - renee rapp)

#☆ eros journal entry #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson fanfic

78 notes · View notes

oneofthetorturedpoets · 10 months ago

Text

One and Only

Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

Slight angst to fluff

based on the song One and Only by Adele

--------------

You're laughing with Barbara, your head thrown back, your hand on her arm. Barbara has a smile on her face, proud of what she just said to make you laugh.

Melissa is staring at you from across the room, her eyes peering over her wine glass. She looks you up and down, observing your every move. You're amazing with her friends, you laugh with Barb, you debate with Jacob, you worry with Janine, you garden with Gregory, you party with Ava. You're perfect with Melissa, treating her like she carries the world on her back. You look at her like she just gave you air to breathe. You have never betrayed her, never done wrong by her. Melissa knows how you feel about her. She knows if she were to run up and kiss you in the way she dreams about, you would pull her closer. She knows you would treat her the way her Nonna wanted so bad for her. You would give her the security for her to completely open up and never make her feel judged. The stars have aligned and given Melissa her dream girl. The person she has been searching for, since she was a little girl. The one thing out of place is Melissa. Her mind holds her back from the one thing she craves. Every time she goes to lean in to finally capture your lips with hers, her mind races and her insecurities win. She can't do it. The what if's cloud her thinking and they terrify her. Why is something so promising, so simple, this hard?

"Melissa?" you tap her out of her thoughts, she looks up at you from her seat.

"Hey, how's it goin'?" you laugh.

"I was about to ask you that, you've been in the corner this whole night. Are you okay? Do you want to ditch? I'll distract Ava?" She shakes her head.

"No, just thinking too much." You grab her hand, pulling her up as she sets down her glass. She adjusts her red dress, shuffling it down slightly.

"Dance with me? We can clear your thoughts on the dance floor, mi amor." The pet name causing her cheeks to turn bright red, luckily her makeup covers most of her blush. You lead the way, as a slow song comes on. You set your hands on her waist as hers wrap loosely around your neck. "What on your mind, Mel?" She sighs deeply, laying her forehead on your collarbone.

"Complicated things, Hon."

"Maybe it's not as complicated as you're making it to be." you reply, making her feel as if you've read her mind.

"It's really not, I'm just having a mental battle with myself. Been havin' the same one for years now." you rock her slowly back and forth.

"I'm sure there's a solution to it."

"There is, I'm just not sure if I should solve this one."

"If it will add to your happiness, you should always take that chance."

She pulls away from your chest, looking up at you with unsureness and worry. "I just- I can't." Melissa runs out, her dress flowing behind her. You chase her outside, the wind blowing your hair in your face.

"Melissa!" You call out, only to fall on deaf ears. She bolts to her car, quickly opening the door. You gently grab her arm before she can get in her car. "Melissa if I upset you-"

She shakes her head "It's not you, Y/n... I just can't lose you"

Your brows tie together in confusion "You'll never lose me, Mel. I don't know why you would think that."

Tears form in her eyes "Y/n..." She whispers as you bring your thumb up to catch one of her tears, wiping her cheek. "Why does this have to be so hard?"

You keep your hand on her cheek "Why does what have to be so hard, my love?"

More tears fall from her eyes. "I'm in love with you. I always have been. God, please don't hate me, Y/n"

You smile softly at her, cupping her face. "Love doesn't always have to be hard, Melissa. You know I fell for you years ago." You lean in, brushing your lips against hers before she presses into you, passionately kissing you with everything she can. Trying to convey her feelings into one kiss. A tear rolls down your cheek as you shut your eyes, taking in the moment. The love you have for the woman, filling your heart, making your body warm.

"I'm sorry it's taken me so long to let my doubts go, you're the only one that I want" You shake your head.

"Don't be sorry, Mel." She pulls you in for another short-lived kiss.

She takes a deep breath of relief, letting the weight fall off her shoulders "I don't know why I was scared, I've been here before, I've imagined it all."

Finally, your souls unite, solidifying a love that not even the strongest of force could break, Melissa will make sure of that.

#abbott elementary #fanfic #fem!reader #law #lisa ann walter #my fic #wlw fiction #melissa schemmenti #melissa schemmenti x reader #Melissa schemmenti x reader fic #im back #idk what else to tag #blurb #drabble

156 notes · View notes

queen-of-reptiles · 11 months ago

Text

𝚂𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙴𝚃𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚂𝙴𝙰

description: while walking alone back home along the beach, mary meets a few strangers, who teach her how to play volleyball, - her eyes are drawn however, to a better view.

°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。

mary fowler x female reader

disclaimer: this is all fiction! Do not take any of this seriously.

warnings: just plain cuteness, like a few kisses and curse words but mainly just fluff and mutual pining

°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。

y/n just posted

liked by y/f/n1, y/f/n2, and 798 others

tagged y/f/n1, jake_uts1 and 11 others

y/n sun, sea, sand and sunsets (+ an angry Sally and a smug Jake)

view 300 comments...

y/f/n1: Is the second photo after I drowned you?

y/n: before - which is why I still look so happy 🙄

y/f/n1: 😇😇

y/f/n2: gAWd that party was so good

y/n: it was a veryyyyyy good night 😂

y/f/n3: i miss just dance sm omg ! 😅

y/n: i miss you sm omg

y/f/n3: don't i'll cry !! 🥹

sally_c: i was seconds from breaking Jake's neck

jake_uts: Don't worry babe, I was seconds from breaking yours

sally_c: 🥰🥰

y/n: You guys stress me out sm as a couple

jake_uts: 😏😏

see more comments...

°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。

y/n kept her eye on the volley ball - she and her friends were on the beach, as usual, the Australian sun setting over them, the temperature perfect in the sense of they could play without sweating but it was still warm.

"Spike!" Jake called and y/n jumped, pushing the ball with a harsh slap, the ball landing at Sally's feet who groans.

"I couldn't get my hand out in time ya cu-" Sally begins, but Jamie shoves her, the boy chuckling.

"Rotate." y/n adds, skipping from the court to umpire so her friend Melanie could have a go, they were an odd number today, with Sally, Jake, Mikey, Jamie and y/n.

y/n was watching the game when she saw her, a girl walking in shorts, her shoes in her hand watching them play, watching y/n shout out suggestions as they did.

The two met eyes, both blushing slightly as they did so. y/n chocked on her own spit, turning to bend and grab her water to take a long swig.

The girl was beautiful, she was stunning, and she was walking toward y/n. The panic that flooded through y/n's body was instant when she noticed the girl coming over.

"Hi." The girl smiled.

"Gd'evening." y/n hummed, watching as Mikey tried to spike but Sally manages to block it.

"Looks like fun." the girl says, tucking a strand of dark hair behind her ear.

"Oh, it is, but we're an uneven amount today - so I'm sat out for now." y/n explains.

"Well, if you guys can teach me, I can play?" The girl offers and y/n grins, she offers her hand to the beautiful girl.

"y/n." She introduces and the girl smiles.

"Mary." The girl smiles, shaking y/n's hand.

"Right listen up dick-heads." y/n calls, stopping the game but Jamie does roll his eyes at her. "If we can teach Mary how to play, she'll join in." y/n explains, Mary smiling sheepishly.

"Awesome." Jamie nods.

"Yeah great!" Mikey grins kindly.

"Sounds good." Sally adds.

"Let's do this!" Jake finishes and the group start.

They first dissect the game, Mary smiling as they explain what happens and the different type of hits. Then once they had done that, they taught her the positions of the court.

Mary was funny, she had a really pretty smile and y/n couldn't help but have to shut her eyes every few minutes to try and fight the thoughts about Mary's body.

Sally kept looking over at y/n, smirking with a knowing look in her eyes as she tried to focus on Mary and helping her play. Once Mary had warmed up a bit, y/n was teaching her how to serve.

"You want to keep your hands strong, pushing from the shoulder not the wrist." y/n explains.

"Okay." Mary nods. "Like this?" She then asks and y/n hums, moving behind her to guide her hands.

"Like this." y/n continues, not noticing the way her lips brushed Mary's ear, or the way the girl had stopped completely, trying not to sink into the warmth of y/n's chest.

"Okay." Mary breathed, Sally and Jake both sent each other a look, rolling their eyes as y/n stepped away, Mary looking back slightly with red cheeks.

Mary pushed the ball in the air, keeping her hand hard and pushing through it with her shoulder, the serve going over the net easily which caused the group to cheer.

"You got it." y/n grins and Mary smiles.

"Team time!" Sally yells. She then looks around. "Oh it is so girls vs boys." Sally then says and Jake laughs jokingly.

"Oh this will be so easy. You hit like a girl." He teases his girlfriend.

"And you whine like a boy." Sally teases him back making Jake pause and look at her confused.

"I'm not whining." Jake begins, but y/n lightly throws the ball at his face, it bouncing off his forehead and top of his nose and back into y/n's arms, causing Jake to whine and rub his head.

Jamie sighs at him and Jake pauses, realising he had fallen for Sally and y/n's trap, they high five without looking toward each other and Mary giggles behind them.

"Okay, let's play!" Mikey says, jumping up and down excitedly.

Over the next hour it was obvious the teams were very well matched, they were neck and neck in terms of victorious games and as they played the decider, they were once again a point in difference.

Mary was good, she was quick and seemed to have very good stamina, she was athletic and strong, y/n could see that in the way her muscles tensed when she jumped for a ball or hit one.

Ten minutes before their final game, Mary had taken her top off so she was wearing her swimsuit, and while y/n and her friends were already like that, y/n's mouth dropped.

Sally snorted as y/n looked away from Mary's toned arms and exposed back, she tried to ignore the giggles coming from Sally as y/n internally panicked.

Now, they were on the last game and y/n just knocked the ball over the net, Jamie running forward to hit it up and trying to get it over, y/n tipped it over again, Jake running forward to get it.

Then as it came back over, Mary spiked it into the back of the court, the ball bouncing as Mikey squealed in the hope it would help him get it.

y/n and Sally cheer, y/n moving over to pull Mary into a hug, ignoring the way Mary's hands feel on the bottom of her exposed back. Sally joins in on the hug, the three girls cheering.

"Yeah, yeah, we get it you won." Jake says and y/n laughs flipping him off as she grabs her bag.

"Whose up for drinks?" She asks and everyone's hands go up other than Mary. "You coming?" y/n asks, offering her hand.

"That okay?" Mary asks and the loud sound of 'yes; and 'of course' comes from the group.

"Come on, first round on me." y/n adds with a smile and Mary grins.

"Okay." She chuckles and takes y/n's hand, blushing as y/n squeezes it slightly, but Mary keeps their fingers looped as they walk away.

°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。

y/n just posted on her story x3

°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。

maryfowlerrr just posted on her story x3

°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。

twitter/X

username1: YOOOOOO anyone seen Mary's story?

username2: the one with THE GIRL???? 😩😩

username3: who is she???

username4: she's HOT 😰😰

username5: ^^^^^

username6: I FOUND HER - she's @y/n 😌😌

username7: you are quickkkkkk!! 😙

username8: 🤣🤣

see more comments...

°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。

The evening had now faded into very early morning, Mary and y/n were the only ones left, walking along the beach, talking about everything.

Mary explained to the group what she did and they were all mightily impressed. Sally and Jake went on to explain they were in university with y/n which was how they met and that Mikey ran a parkour park with his family.

"I just like being with kids, and I love beach sports." y/n shrugs, Mary smiling softly as y/n got bashful about what she wanted to do.

y/n had always loved the beach, she assumed it was because she was Australian through and through, but really she just loved the beach.

So, y/n had been at university for business studies and sports science, hoping to run a beach sports club for children once she got out, teaching surfing, volleyball, body boarding, the works.

"I think it sounds like a great idea." Mary promises. "You could even teach soccer." She adds, nudging y/n's shoulder and making her laugh.

"I don't know about that, I'm no Matilda." She teases Mary who rolls her eyes. "I hope you have enjoyed today, I'm sure being on Christmas break means you're meant to relax, so I hope we helped." y/n tells Mary who smiles.

Mary had come home during the break in the WSL, wanting to be with her family for Christmas and New Years, but she would soon be heading back off to the UK.

"You did. I really enjoyed today." Mary smiles.

"Good." y/n nods. Mary looks over at her, the two now back in their tops and watching the sea as the clock neared 2 am.

"You're really pretty." Mary said quietly, a soft smile on her face as she admired y/n's side profile, the girl turning to face Mary.

"So are you." y/n smiled shyly.

"Could we maybe spend some more time together?" Mary asks. "Just us, before I go?" She then asks and y/n smiles holding out her hand for Mary to take, which she does.

"I'd really like that." y/n nods and Mary grins, blushing slightly as she moves to put her head on y/n's shoulder.

"I'd really like it too." Mary says and y/n smiles out at the ocean.

"I'm really glad you decided to walk down the beach today Fowler." y/n chuckled and Mary giggled.

"So am I." Mary agreed.

The two sat there for a bit longer, sharing whispers and giggles before they got up and started to walk back to Mary's, hands linked as they moved through the quiet streets around them.

Once they got to Mary's door, the two stood talking softly for a moment, longer, eyes drinking each other in as much as they could, despite having already exchanged numbers and arranged to meet tomorrow.

"Good night Mary." y/n smiled softly and Mary pecked her cheek. "You missed." y/n hummed and Mary giggled, leaning up to peck y/n on the lips.

y/n moved her hand, cupping the back of Mary's neck to keep their lips together for just a moment longer, y/n had been thinking of doing this the second she had joined the volleyball game.

The two pulled away and y/n couldn't help but grin as Mary blushed, y/n let her hand leave the back of Mary's neck to run over her pink cheek.

"I'll see you tomorrow, pretty girl." y/n promises Mary and the girl nods before y/n winks and walks away, looking back just once to see Mary jumping up and down in front of her door.

y/n smiled, looking away and walking home, suddenly deciding she was very glad for volleyball.

°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。

END

#woso #woso x reader #woso x y/n #social media woso #woso community #woso soccer #australian women #australia #the matildas #thetillies #mary fowler #mary fowler x y/n #mary fowler x reader #mary fowler imagine #volleyball #beach day

181 notes · View notes

captainlunaxmen · 11 months ago

Text

Eyes

Bill Weasley x Fem!reader

This was a request, not for me, but I got permission to write it so... here it is.

The request: Hi! Can I request some Bill Weasley

x reader with prompts:

'If there was ever anybody meant for me, it's

you."

"The closest thing to love at first sight l've

ever experienced happened when I first laid

eyes on you.

Where reader is best friends with

the twins so they invite her to

spend the summer at the Burrow.

Bill is also there and when they met

he's instantly attracted to her, they

spend time together and he starts

to fall for her but he doesn't think

reader would like him because of

the scars, but obviously with fluffy

ending, please? Thanks!

I changed it just a little to fit. Hope the anon who asked this will read it and will like it.❤️❤️

I always loved it when the twins invited me over, whether it was for Christmas or summer.

It always feels like home.

When I was not at Hogwarts, I lived in an orphanage, so experiencing the Wealseys, experiencing a family, definitely felt good.

Maybe this is why they invite me so often, and I'm grateful for that. I usually spend time with Arthur, explaining the muggle world to him, or with the twins and their siblings playing Quidditch, or helping Molly cooking. Which is exactly what I'm doing now.

"Yes, exactly dear. Then you fold it towards you carefully." She instructs me as I knead the dough for the pie.

"Are you done stealing our friend, mom?" One of the twins asks as they both enter the kitchen, and I notice Molly playfully rolling her eyes.

"Yeah, mom, she is our friend." George agrees with his brother.

"She didn't steal me!" I defend, "I asked if I could help her."

"You don't need to do that." Fred tells me.

"Yeah, she already loves you." George adds, "probably more than she loves us."

"Oh shut up, you two." Molly laughs, waving them off.

"See? She is not denying it!" George feigns offence.

"I'm just spending time with my favourite assistant." Molly explains.

I smile at her as I finally finish my own pie.

"You're done." Fred notices, "C'mon, let's go."

"Why?" I ask, wiping my hands on a towel.

"You're our partner."

"And we have business to discuss."

I roll my eyes and look at Molly with an apologetic smile.

"Don't worry, dear. Humour them." She laughs again with that sweet motherly smile that always warms my heart.

"I'll come back later." I tell her.

I have no idea how I, mostly quiet and reserved, got friends with the loudest people at Hogwarts. But it happened, and now I basically help them run their shop in Diagon Alley.

Now, more than ever, I want to help them keep the shop open in this hard and dark time, that... after Dumbledore's death, will probably get worse.

I follow the twins to their room.

I take my seat next to Fred on his bed, and George sits on his.

"So... what was so urgent?" I ask.

"Oh nothing," Fred smiles proudly.

"I hate you." I say.

"You love us." George chimes in, "but we wanted to discuss the new products."

"Alright, alright. " I chuckle.

So we start to discuss what kind of things to start selling, at what price, how to organise the shelf and stands.

A good hour and a half, or a bit more, passes because Molly calls everyone down for dinner.

Finally, I'd say, I'm starving... especially for Molly's cooking.

"About time!" Fred exclaims.

"I'm starving!" George voices loudly, too.

"Same." I groan, following them down.

As we get down, I see the other Weasleys gathering around the table.

There's a new face, though, someone I've never seen before.

"Oh, look who finally decided to join us!" Fred says in his usual teasing tone.

"He's the missing one." George tells me, "you can finally say you've met the whole family."

"Uh?"

"Bill!" George calls the tall man.

"Hi, George." The guy named Bill turns to George with a playfully annoyed face, and I notice an earring with a fang dangling from his ear.

"Meet our friend." Fred chimes in, "she's met everyone except you... and we've been friends for years and years and years and years -"

"I get it, Freddie, thanks." Bill laughs.

"Come, Y/n." George calls.

As soon as his brown eyes meet mine, he freezes, I see him opening and closing his mouth without letting out a sound.

I'm quite confused.

"Hi." I gently wave at him, "I'm Y/n. It's nice to meet you."

I extend my hand towards him, and he watches it for a moment before taking it and shaking it.

"Likewise, I'm William... but, of course, you can call me Bill." He says, a little flustered.

"I like the earring." I tell him to maybe make him feel more at ease.

"Oh," he laughs, "Thank you. See, mom? It's appreciated."

"I give up." I hear Molly saying.

I stop for a second, noticing just now the scars on his face, and I wonder how he got them.

He notices me looking at them and quickly turns his head.

"Well, it was really nice to meet you, Y/n. I hope to see you around." He says before taking a seat at the table.

"Yeah, me too." I say quietly, sitting next to George.

I hope I didn't offend him...

-----------------

I sit outside, enjoying the early breeze, and I read a book. These moments are my favourite. After all these years, the Wealsey silently adopted me basically, which means I do have a family. But the first times I was invited, I would just sit here in the quiet of the mornings and pretend I belong here.

"I thought I was the only early riser." A chuckle snaps me out of my thoughts, Bill closes the door and wraps a small blanket around himself against the early cold.

"You thought wrong." I smile at him and move a little aside to let him sit.

"Aren't you cold?" He asks, sitting down.

"I'm fine, thank you." I say, I see him giving me a sceptical look and putting half of the blanket around me too.

"Sure." He says, and I laugh.

We stay in a comfortable silence for a while before he speaks up.

"Egypt?" He asks.

"Uh?" I turn to him, and he motion to my book, "Oh. Yeah, I always find it so fascinating, for some reason."

"It really is." He agrees, "I got the chance to explore it because of my job, and I have to say it deserves the appeal."

"Really? What kind of job?" I ask, genuinely curious. The twins never talk a lot about their siblings.

"Curse-breaker." He says with a shy smile.

"Oh wow..." I sigh, "that's really cool."

"Is it?" He laughs.

"Yes!" I reply, surprised he doesn't agree, "you don't like it?"

"No, no, it's not that." He says, "most thinks it's pretentious."

"Nah, don't listen to them. They must be idiots." I tell him.

"Fred and George mostly." He adds.

"Doesn't make my statement false." I kid, and he laughs.

"I can see why they like you so much." He chuckles.

"I wasn't like this when I first met them..." I start, "so I really don't understand why they wanted to be my friends in the first place."

"Like what? Funny?" He asks, "or cute?" He adds so quietly I could barely hear it.

"Uhm... I... I don't know..." I stutter out.

"Sorry... sorry, I didn't mean to... it just came out... I'm sorry." He shakes his head, "Uhm... but tell me... uh, how did you meet the two idiots?"

"Well..." I clear my throat, smiling shyly at him, "they kind of bumped into me... while running from Filch."

"Yeah... I can definitely see that." He laughs again, I'm glad he doesn't feel so awkward anymore.

"Then... I kind of helped them hide." I say.

"Well, now I'm surprised." He teases sweetly, making me feel warm inside... it's a new sensation and... weird, but in a good way.

"Yep." I chuckle, "later that week they found me in the library and just... wanted to thank me, so they just stuck around, and now we're here."

"Thankfully." He says, and I look up at him, "Uhm..." he quickly averts his eyes, "I mean, everyone seems to love you so much... and I'm sure mom's happy she gained another daughter."

"Well," I let out a small laugh, "I gained a mother so... it's a win-win situation."

He looks back at me, a confused smile on his face.

"What do you mean?"

"I live... well, lived in an orphanage... so no parents." I tell him with a shrug.

"Oh..." he softly sighs.

"Oh, please, no. I'm sorry... don't feel bad." I softly laugh to let him know it's not a big deal, "yeah, it was harder when I was younger, but now... now I'm fine. Really. Your family welcomed me with open arms. Wide open arms, actually."

I see him smiling, thankfully. The last thing I wanted was to make him feel uncomfortable... again.

"I'm glad they managed to make you feel at home, then." He says, "among the caos, I mean."

"Oh, trust me, the caos is part of the charm." I gently nudges his shoulder.

"Yeah, I have to agree." He nods, "when I spend so much time away, I do miss this caothic environment."

"I bet."

I look up at him, finding him already looking to me. His eyes are even more beautiful up close. As we start to naturally lean in towards each other, Molly's voice breaks the silence.

"Stop testing your products in my kitchen!" She yells to Fred and George... for sure.

Bill and I move away from each other. I clear my throat with an awkward chuckle and stand up.

"I should... I should probably help the twins with their things... so they won't burn the whole house down." I say.

"Yeah... of course." He avoids my eyes as he nods.

"I'll see you." I gently say and he nods once again so I just get back inside.

----------------

Later in the day more members of the Order arrive, with the intention of discussing the plan of moving Harry from his muggle house to the Wealsey's.

"That's the plan." Lupin says, once Moody stopped explaining the plan of having people drinking polyjuice potion to turn into Harry and confuse any deatheater in case there would be an attack.

"Sounds like fun." George comments.

"We're not asking you to participate, so if any of you isn't sure about it, can back down." Lupin explains with a heavy heart, "only whoever volunteers will drink the potion. And only if you're of age."

Everyone looks at each other, I catch eyes with the twins, I nod at them and they stand up.

"We're in." They say in unison.

"Me too." I stand, too.

"Of course we are too." Hermione says gesturing towards herself and Ron who nods.

I unconsciously search Bill's eyes across the room. He meets my gaze and I notice something in his look, he's worried. Of course he is... three of his brothers just volunteer for a very risky mission, but the way he looks at me with those brown eyes...

I mouth 'it's gonna be okay' and he nods, subtly, but his worried look remains.

"Mundungus too." Moody says, interrupting our silent conversation, and Fletcher just nods defeated.

"Let's pair up." Lupin claps his hands. "Each 'Potter' will be assigned to a protector."

"How would we do that?" I ask, curiosity taking the best of me.

"Using same old pieces of papers with names on." He smiles shrugging, "Everyone, write your name down."

"I want to be the one to bring Harry here. The real one." Hagrid chimes in, "it fair."

Lupin nods, he then takes two bowls, gently offered by Mrs Weasley.

"Here the Harrys," he brings up the bowl in his left hand, "and here the protectors." He lifts the one in the right one.

We all do as he instructed.

He then sits down and starts taking out names.

Each one is assigned and only four people are left.

"Hermione, you'll be assigned to... Kingslay." Remus announces.

I see Kingslay sending Hermione a reassuring nod and she gives one back.

"So that leaves Y/n and... oh, Bill." Lupin says.

"Okay, everyone knows their places, right? We're leaving in an hour." Moody announces, sternly.

Everyone scatter around to get ready, so I take the opportunity to just step outside and take a big breath.

I'm not sure how I got tangled in this whole magic war, but I'm glad I did... even though it's scary.

"Are you okay?" I hear Bill's voice getting closer.

"Yeah, of course." I nod.

"You don't have to do it, you know?" He tells me.

"I know." I smile at him, "I'm not gonna lie, I'm scared, so scared I'm surprised I can still move."

He softly laughs.

"You're really brave." He then tells me.

"I'm no braver then the others," I reply, shrugging.

"You don't give yourself enough credit, I think." He nudges my shoulder.

"Thank you." I say softly, "I'm glad I got paired up with you."

"Me too. I promise to bring you home safe and sound."

"I promise too."

His soft smile makes me almost melt, if it wasn't for the cold breeze, it makes me feel safe, feels like home.

"Did the Twins warn you about the wedding?" He then asks.

"Charlie's? Yes, they did." I nod, "I think... is there something I should know?"

"No, well... if you can, try to avoid aunt Muriel." He whispers, as if he's afraid she might be here to hear it.

"I'll just stick to your side, then, you're my protector after all." I kid and I see his face getting a bit red.

"Well.. uh... of course." He stutters, "I'd rather fight deatheaters than deal with her anyway."

I genuinely laugh, unconsciously I lean my head on his shoulder and I feel him tense.

"Sorry." I say and straighten up.

I just look up at him and he does the same.

"No worries," he swallows.

He seems nervous, but not uncomfortable.

I don't know why I feel this pull towards him everytime we talk, but it's a nice feeling. I just hope I'm not making him uneasy or anything.

I catch his eyes looking down at my lips and mine falls to his.

Suddenly, he moves back, bringing a hand up to cover his scars, I can't help but look at him confused.

"Sorry," he lets out a nervous chuckle and stands, "I..."

He doesn't say anything more and just gets back inside, leaving me dumbfounded.

--------------

The clouds don't help spotting the bunch of deatheaters chasing us, I try to keep as many eyes out as I can, so I can help Bill who also has to guide the thestral.

Suddenly, I spot three hooded figures flying towards us.

"There are three coming!" I warn Bill.

I cast spells like never before, trying to stop them from coming any closer.

Some deatheater manages to hit me, luckily it's nothing major, but I let out a scream nonetheless.

"Are you okay?" Bill asks, blindly reaching behind him to check on me.

"Yes, don't worry."

I look around, and I can vaguely see Madeye and Mundungus far from us.

I stare at them, ready to interfere in case they need it, when I see a dark figure appearing...

"Shit!" I exclaim.

"What?"

"He's here." I say.

"Fuck! Hold onto me." He says before turning the thestral around abruptly, but something catches my eyes.

"Wait!" I tell him.

"What's wrong?" He asks, breathless.

"Madeye he-" I start, but get interrupted by one more deatheater flying to us.

I got to cast one last spell to take down the last enemy I can see, before Bill starts to bring us down... ready to reach the portkey.

"What did you say?" Bill asks again, reaching behind again to be sure I'm still here.

"Madeye, I saw him falling from his broom." I tell him, tears already forming in my eyes.

"What? How?"

"I think, Mundungus tried to get away as soon as he saw him appearing... Madeye tried to keep him from going anywhere, but... you-know-who killed him." I say, trying to keep my breath as steady as I can, "I say a green light..."

"Ssh, sshh, it's okay." He tries to calm me down as we arrive to the portkey.

"I'm sorry.." I mutter.

"About what?" He asks, sadly turning to face me, "it wasn't your fault, you know?"

"What if I warned you earlier? What if I..." I lower my eyes to my hands.

"Hey, hey, look at me," he says, and I do, "it was no one's fault. We couldn't know."

"Yeah..."

He gently takes one of my hands and caress it gently.

"He wouldn't want you to cry for him, right?" He says, smiling in hope to make me smile too.

"He would probably scold me for it." I let out a weak laugh.

"Exactly." He kisses the back of my hand and then rides towards the portkey, that teleports us in front of the Burrow.

We see almost everyone else already here.

I can see Remus and Tonks close to each other, Harry, Ron and Hermione too. I spot Kingslay, I think I can see Hagrid inside, but there's something wrong.

I can't see Mr Weasley or Fred, maybe they're just not here yet... but Remus is here, so... where's George?

I get down from the magical horse and run into the house, as I do I lock eyes with Remus' guilty expression and I just run faster.

I rush into the house and spot Molly caressing George's hair, as I get close I notice the blood on him.

"George..?" I weakly call and Molly turns to me, she sends a sad smile towards me and I kneel in front of the sofa to take a better look at George.

"George." I call again.

"He's alive, dear... just a dark spell..." she reassures me.

"How?" I shakily ask, more to George than Molly.

I hear fast footsteps rushing in too and Fred is just beside me. This makes me feel so much better.

They're both still alive.

"How are feeling, Georgie?" Fred asks his twin.

George slowly open and closes his mouth before speaking.

"Saintlike..." he says, and I let out a relieved laugh, "I'm holey, I'm holey, Fred. You get it?"

"With the whole wide world of ear-related humour, you go for 'I'm holey'. Pathetic." Fred teases back, I notice he says this finally letting his shoulder relax.

"Well, Y/n still finds me the most handsome of the pair, I reckon." He subtly winks in my direction.

"I'm letting this one slide because you're hurt. And clearly brain damaged, if you make that joke of all you could choose from." I chuckle moving my hand out to caress his.

I notice now that everyone has gotten inside, i spot Bill's tense, yet relieved expression.

"Madeye is dead." He says and everybody looks at him.

"You-know-who killed him." I say. "Mundungus disappeared and he was caught off guard... I think."

I sense George's and Fred's hands on mine, for comfort and solidarity.

----------------

A wedding sounds absurd considering the times we're living, yet it seems exactly what we need.

A knock on the door catches my attention.

"Yes?"

"Are you decent?" Fred's teasing voice calls from the other side.

"Sure." I laugh and he comes in.

"Are you ready?" He asks.

"Yap." I say, turning to look at him, "oh, look at you, never seen you so cleaned up."

"I take offence in that." He feigns hurt, "take it back."

"Oh, you know you're always so stylish." I stick my tongue out to him.

"That's what I thought." He winks, "I'm the most handsome of the pair."

"Sure." I laugh and sit on the bed to put on my shoes. "Is everything ready downstairs?"

"Yap, all guests are here. The party is ready to begin." He declares.

"Nice." I nod.

"Are you okay?" He asks, I can hear a hint of worry in his voice.

"Yeah."

"C'mon," he says sitting next to me, "tell Freddie what's bothering you."

"It's nothing, Fred, really." I try to divert the subject.

"You don't fool me, young lady." He slightly glare at me.

I sigh.

"Plotting without me?" I look up to see George standing by the door, the bandages on his head as a reminder of the night before...

"We could never." I say.

"Our Y/n here has something on her mind." Fred is quick to say.

"I don't..." I say... not very convincing.

"Uh uh. Tell us." George sit on the other side of me.

"Do you think... uh... did I do something wrong to Bill?" I ask, quietly.

I can sense them sharing a look.

"Whatever do you mean, love?" George asks.

"It's just... sometimes it's like he wants to be anywhere else but near me... and maybe I did something to him... but I don't know what." I explain.

"Do you have a crush on our brother, L/n?" Fred asks teasingly.

"What? No, no... I just ... ugh!" I say laying back down on the bad covering my face with my arms. I hear them softly laughing.

"I'm sure you did nothing wrong." George says, "Bill's just... Bill."

"Yeah, whatever it is, I'm sure it has nothing to do with you. Stop worrying your pretty little head." Fred nudges me.

I nod, understanding, not entirely convinced, but I appreciate their effort.

"And..." George's teasing tone makes me glare at him, already knowing what he wants to say, "if you have a crush on him, we could help you..."

"I'm sure we really should be going, you know, plus I'll see if Molly need any help." I say standing up and quickly make my way downstairs.

As I rush down the stairs I bump into someone.

"Oh, I'm so so sorry." I say.

"No worries." Bill says and I instantly look up at him, feeling a little embarrassed since I've been talking about him with the twins a few minutes ago.

"Uh... sorry" I repeat, looking away.

"It's no problem. Really." He smiles at me.

"I... I was looking for... for you mother..." I stutter out, "to see if she needed any help."

"Oh she was just outside, still congratulating Charlie and... crying too." He lets out a soft chuckle and I do too.

"Then I'll go congratulate him too, didn't get the chance yet." I smile at him and start walking out, looking for Charlie and Mrs Weasley and I find them right outside the big tent.

"Hey," I say as I near them, "congratulations, Charlie."

"Aahh, Y/n! Thank you!" He says cheerfully, once I'm close enough he brings me in for a big hug, which I reciprocate.

"I'm so happy for you." I tell him, "she seems like a sweet person... or... better a patient one." I tease.

"Alright, that's it." He says letting me go, "you're spending too much time with the twins. I'm adopting you."

"That's my duty," Molly chimes in, linking arms with me.

"Exactly, Charlie, stop stealing your mother's job." I jokingly glare at him, he smiles at me and then his eyes move to something behind me. I turn around seeing Bill walking to us.

"Congratulations, mate." Bill hugs Charlie and pat his back.

"Aah thank you! I'm so happy." Charlie has the biggest smile on his face right now, and it fills me with joy.

"You deserve it. I've never seen you so in love." Bill says.

"Well, I just hope you will experience it too, mate." Charlie sighs, "it's really the best feeling."

I smile at his words, he really loves his family... everyone in this family loves each other so much, it makes me feel at peace.

"Yeah... I can tell." I hear Bill say, I notice Charlie looking at me with a weird look.

"I'm sure you do," he then adds.

"Oh! Charles!" A voice calls from behind us, an old lady is walking towards us.

Molly is gone immediately, and Bill gently takes my arm to lead me away.

"That's... aunt Muriel." He whispers to me.

"Oh..." I chuckle, "thanks."

"No problem, I am your protector." He tells me and we enter the tent.

"Oh wow.." I say, "it looks really good."

"Yeah, I think despite the situation, Charlie got a great wedding anyway. Which makes me very happy." He tells me, and I notice just now he's sort of caressing my arm with his fingers.

"Yeah... I... I think he deserves it. You know, this is how I always wanted my wedding to look like, if I'm being honest." I say, "that... if I ever got married, that is."

"What do you mean 'if'?"

"Well, to get married you would need to find someone you love and someone who loves you" I explain with a shrug and a heavy heart.

"I'm sure.... I'm sure, you will have no problem in that." He tells me.

"I'm not so sure." I say, shrugging.

We reach a table and we both sit down, and I go back at looking around.

"It really is beautiful." I breath, "you all did a great job."

I turn to look at Bill, once again, already finding him looking at me.

"I think anyone would be lucky to marry you." He softly says, and it takes me a little off guard that my cheeks suddenly feel warm and I look away from him.

The music suddenly starts and we both turn to look at Charlie and his wife dancing for the first time as husband and wife. It's such a happy moment I don't want to miss one bit of it.

Soon enough more people join the happy couple and I too start to slightly move my feet to the rhythm. A hand is suddenly on top of mine, gaining my attention.

"Do you...do you want to d-dance?" Bill asks, stuttering a bit.

"Yes." I simply say.

We stand and walk towards the other people dancing, he carefully put his hands on my waist and I shyly put mine on his shoulders and we start moving with the music.

"This is my favourite parts of weddings." I casually say, to break the awkward silence.

"The dancing?"

"Yeah, everyone looks so happy, and it's the most peaceful part of it." I explain, "you know, everything coming before the 'yes' is like tense and uncertain. 'What if they change their mind?' Or 'what if something happens?', it's all about 'what ifs'. But the dancing... is when everything is settled and everyone is happy and can let out a sigh of relief. Does it make sense?" I chuckle.

"Makes complete sense. I kind of agree with you." He smiles, "I'll tell you a secret... Charlie was so nervous since he asked her."

"What? Really?" I ask in disbelief.

"Yeah!" He laughs, "he was so afraid she would change her mind any moment. There was one day I was visiting him, he told me he was actually waiting an owl to deliver him a letter saying she wouldn't marry him anymore. That's how tense he was."

"Oh, poor thing." I laugh, looking to Charlie dancing with his mother now, how happy he looks now.

"Yeah, took me several hours to convince him that was not the case." He tells me.

We laugh together for a moment before our eyes lock for the millionth time.

"Can..." I start, "can I ask you something?"

"Of course." He nods.

"Have I... have I made you uncomfortable in some ways?" I ask.

"What? No... of course not." He answers quickly.

"Are you sure?" I check, "I mean, you can tell me. Really it's no problem."

"I'm sure. You didn't do anything to make me feel uncomfortable." He replies, "I promise."

"Okay..." I nod, with small smile. "If I did something, though, I'm sorry."

"I promise, you have nothing to be sorry for." He reassuringly smiles at me, I smile back.

We stay in silence, looking at each other and, again, I feel the same pull towards I felt before, but this time, before anything could remotely happen, Kingslay's patronus appears.

It says the minister is dead and that the deatheaters are coming here...

The caos emerges as soon as the enemy arrives.

I look up at Bill.

"Stay close to me." He tells me and I nod.

We start fighting along the others, most guests disappear, most remains and fight.

I cast as many protection spells as I can while Bill and the other defends.

I can see Harry, Ron and Hermione disappear. Thankfully. But my attention is caught by another red-haired fighting far from me.

I rush to Ginny without even thinking and stand beside her, Lupin joins us soon.

A caos of "stupeficium" "expelliarmus" and "protego" surrounds us.

I spot someone aiming at a distracted Ginny, instinctively I step in between them, I try to yell, but too late.

I feel myself falling to the ground.

---------------

It's dark, I can hardly open my eyes, but I hear voices around me.

"She's gonna be fine." I hear someone says.

"Are you sure?" A pair of voices, this time, asks.

"Yes, I am."

I weakly open my eyes and move to sit up.

"Hey, hey, careful there." I recognise Bill's voice.

"What... what happened?" I ask, finally being able to look around. Noticing Fred and George too, I notice this is not a room I recognise.

"What happened?!" George asks shocked, "what happened she asks!"

"Unbelievable!" Fred agrees.

"So..?" I urge.

"You took a stunner for Ginny. A dark one." Bill explains.

"What were you thinking?!" Fred asks.

"I just saw him aiming at your sister and went on autopilot, I think." I say.

"What if it was a killing curse?" George basically yells.

"Could you not shout please?" I ask weakly.

They both sigh heavily and look at each other.

"You're okay." Bill chimes in from his place by the door, "that's important." He says this last bit more to the twins than to me.

"You scared the hell out of us." George says.

"Yeah, we thought we lost you." Fred nods.

"I'm sorry..." I mutter.

"No, we're sorry for yelling." Fred sighs, "we're thankful you're okay... and thank you for protecting Ginny."

I open my arms, asking them for a hug and they do, careful not to hurt me too much they wrap their arms around me.

"Where are we?" I ask, once they pulled away.

"Shell cottage." They both answer.

"In Cornwall." George keeps going, "it's by the sea."

"Oh... Nice."

"Yeah, we'll be using it as a refuge for a while." Freds explain.

"Especially until you feel better." Bill adds.

"We know you like the sea, so maybe it would help your recovery." George says, hopeful.

"I hope so." I smile at them.

"Let's leave her, boys, she need her rest not you two pestering her." Bill teases his brothers.

"We're not!" They both say, standing up and heading to the door.

"A little." I joke.

"You better rest well, young lady." Fred scolds me before following his brother out.

"I'll bring up some tea. Now rest." With this Bill exits and closes the door.

I lay back down, take a deep breath and close my eyes, hoping to get some sleep.

--------------

The sweet smell of the tea gently wakes me up.

I slowly open my eyes, noticing some rays of sun peaking through the windows.

I sit up, determined to stand up and walk downstairs. I put some clothes on and weakly walk out the room, holding onto the wall just in case.

I make my way downstairs, happy to hear voices coming from what I can imagine is the kitchen.

"Why don't you just tell her, mate?" Fred, I think, says.

"What do you mean why?" Bill asks back.

"What do you mean, what do we mean why?" George replies, "do you like her?"

"I..."

"Of course, he does!" Fred intervenes.

"Then why don't you freaking tell her?" George repeats the question.

Now, I can't help but eavesdrop. Curiosity taking the best of me.

"Have you seen me recently?" Bill snaps.

"Bill..." George starts, but he's interrupted.

"No, George." Bill's serious tone, makes my heart ache, "how could she like me back when I look like this? Uh?"

"Bill, do you think she cares?" Fred's tone got more gentle.

"We know her, mate." George tries to reassure him.

"No." Bill firmly states, "she deserves better. You should know it, she deserves someone who doesn't look like a freak, and most definitely she doesn't deserve a werewolf in her life. What if I hurt her? What if..." he chokes. I can't see him, but I can tell he's crying.

"You love her, don't you?" Fred asks... or rather, states.

"Of course, he does." George confirms, "look how scared he is!"

"Of course, I'm scared!" Bill snaps again, "The closest thing to love at first sight l've ever experienced happened when I first laid eyes on her... and it pains me how much I want to be with her, but knowing she doesn't deserve to end up with someone like me..."

That's enough, I walk up to them and their head turn up to look at me, Bill's eyes widening at my sight.

"I think that's up to me to decide." I tell him, looking him dead in the eyes.

"I..." He's at loss words.

"We'll leave you to it." The twins says and walk out.

I sit down, so I can face Bill, I slightly wince as I do.

"Careful..." he whispers, "you... you should be resting."

"You'll soon realise I don't usually do what I'm supposed to do." I smile at him.

We stay silent, none of us knowing what to say.

"Sorry." He then says.

"What for?" I ask.

"I..." he lets out a nervous chuckle, "I don't even know..."

"Was that true?" I finally ask.

"I'm afraid so..." he sighs.

"Then, I'm afraid you're stuck with me." I say, feeling bold enough to take his hand.

"I..." he look at our hands, "you mean...?"

"Yes..."

"But... you don't have to... I know you deserve something better than this." He tries to make me... reason I think, I softly laugh at this.

"Better than a hot, long-haired, curse-breaker with the kindest smile eyes I've ever seen? I'm not so sure about it." I grin at him, "what you felt the first time we met... I'm pretty sure I felt it too."

"Really?"

"Of course, I think if there was ever anybody meant for me, it's you."

He looks at me with the biggest smile, lets out a relieved laugh and comes closer to kiss me.

I'm a little taken aback, but I quickly kiss him back, my hand moves up to his cheek softly caressing his scars while his is in my hair gently playing with it.

Once we pull away we hear cheering from the other room, and we laugh watching Fred and George coming into view clapping their hands.

"Finally!"

"Good job!"

"Go away you two!" Bill scolds them.

"Hey!" They call, "no naughtinesses while we're here, alright!"

They go away and leave us officially alone.

I look at Bill and he does the same.

"I love you." He whispers, coming closer once again.

"I love you too" I say before kissing him again.

And again.

And... again.

#wizarding world #harry potter #weasley x reader #bill weasley #bill weasley x reader #bill weasley imagine #bill weasley fluff #bill weasley x y/n

280 notes · View notes

benedictscanvas · 2 years ago

Note

omggg in my fluffy needing comfort era and i LOVE how you write jamie tartt x reader- could i make a request for jamie x chronically ill reader where he is just really supportive and loving with someone who is long-term sick? ♥️♥️

of course, my love. thank you for the kind words. i tried to make this as vague as possible so people can relate in their own ways. sending you love! <3 | gn!reader, 1.2k words, tw chronic illness & pain, language

You'd just about managed to get your hair how you wanted it to look for the evening, with minimal swearing for once. Jamie was sat on the bed waiting for you, he'd been ready for a good few minutes now, but you were still reluctant to emerge. There was a wave of pain undulating through you that you were trying to ride out in silence without alerting your boyfriend.

"Y' alright, love? No rush, I wanna be fashionably late anyways," he said from the next room, raising his voice so that it reached you through the closed door. You hardly ever closed doors around each other, so you should have known he'd be worried.

The pain wasn't dissipating, so you took a few deep breaths before stepping out into the bedroom with a smile that you hoped was normal.

"Sorry, my hair wasn't co-operating," you say, tilting your head as you take him in. Navy trousers, white shirt, brown jacket. He looked effortlessly gorgeous, even if he had one more button undone than you would have suggested. Some things didn't change, "You look so good, Jamie."

"Me?" he said incredulously, standing up and huffing out a breath of disbelief, "You look...fuck. I'm not good enough with me words for this."

His hands gesture aimlessly down your outfit and you feel a real smile blossoming under his attention. You take his hands in yours and place them on your waist, stopping his flapping from going further.

"I like your words just fine. And your face," you add with a grin that he returns, curling his fingers into the fabric he's found. A new wave of pain crests and you try your hardest to keep it off your face, but don't think about how your body must tense under his touch. His whole face crumples.

"Ah shit," he murmurs, running his hands down your arms to interlace your fingers together as he takes a step closer, "Why didn't y' say anythin' babe?"

"About what?" you ask pathetically, watching him fix you with a look that said 'cut the shit'.

"Cut the shit," he said, clearly deciding the look wasn't enough, "We agreed, babe, you tell me if it's a bad day so I can help. Or at least try to. Thought we were in a good place with it."

Your heart aches. He really does hate it when you keep your pain to yourself, even though you're not sure he yet understands just how much pain you would be sharing if you shared all of it. You'd been dating for six months, but still wanted to be careful not to scare him off.

"I am. I promise, Jamie, I do tell you it's just..." you struggle for a good explanation that doesn't create any pity in him, "Tonight's big, you know? I want to be a proper girlfriend and I want to burst into tears and kiss you stupid when they call your name for that award."

There is a little bit of pity in his eyes when you've finished, so you can't have done a very good job of it. He squeezes your hands tightly in his.

"Can't say it many more ways," he says softly, "But y' gotta believe that you are me priority, gorgeous. Jus' wanna look after you, y' know. I wanna be a proper boyfriend too."

You'd never thought about it that way. Another wave of pain hits and Jamie's instantly stroking your temple when your eyes clench shut. You feel his lips on the opposite side of your head as he whispers sweet little comforts in your ear.

If it wasn't so painful, maybe you'd be more willing to argue the point with him. It would have to be a battle saved for later, because lying down was the only option for the moment. You could feel the sting of tears; it couldn't have been a worse time for a flare up.

"I'll be there for every other award you win," you say forcefully, but you can't bring yourself to promise. Sometimes you worry you can't promise him enough, but then you see the way he looks at you as he leans backwards again and a lot of that worry falls away.

"You're way too sure that I'm winnin' this award, by the way," he says, a little bashful. It was one of your favourite versions of him, "I'm up against quality."

"None of that. The most creative player in the league this season was you. Hands down. I think you know that really."

He nods, but doesn't look sure still. Then he's stepping away from you as he shrugs off his jacket, throwing it onto the back of a chair and flopping down on the bed.

"Come on then, love. We can fit in a quick episode of whatever you want before the ceremony's on TV."

You stare at him.

"What?"

"Well I'm not fuckin' going without you," he laughs, like that was never an option, "Duh. I'd be bored shitless. I know you need to lie down, babe, come on."

He holds out a hand to you. You take it, still dazed by the sudden turn of events, let him pull you onto the bed and into his arms on top of the covers.

"There we are," he breathes, pressing kisses into the top of your head, "Perfect. We'll have a much better evening bein' able to laugh at Roy makin' a fool of himself for the cameras from 'ere, right?"

Coming back to your senses, you pull yourself out of his arms for a moment so you can look at him properly. He's been acting normal up until now, but when he sees the tears in your eyes, his whole face softens.

"Let's not argue right now, love, please," he begs, "Wanna take care of you, so jus' let me. We can talk about it tomorrow."

"Your award..." you choke out, but he shushes you.

"Will be waitin' for me at the club tomorrow. Me speech would have been fucked anyway, so there's nothin' to miss out on."

There's no room for argument in his voice. It's as firm as it is comforting. Relenting as the pain hits once again, you snuggle back into his arms, kissing whatever parts of him you can reach.

"Like my guardian angel," you say, trying not to sound so teary, "So grateful for you, Jamie. Love you so so much."

"Yeah, yeah, love you too," he says, brushing you off as you expected but with fondness in his tone as he pulls you even closer.

"Hey...you just said the award would be waiting. You're finally admitting that you're definitely getting it?"

He chuckles.

"Course I'm getting it. That award's mine, babe," he says, cocky smirk firmly on his face that you can only see in the reflection of the TV. Then he gasps, comically, "Do y' think they'll make Roy do me speech?"

You gasp right back, already feeling better.

"Yes! If you put it on now, we might be able to see him flip people off on the red carpet beforehand."

Jamie grins as he struggles to reach the remote and turns the TV on.

"Fuckin' genius, you are."

---

please see this post if you would like to request your own roy/jamie drabble!! closing soon <3

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt #ted lasso x reader #ted lasso #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt fluff #jamie tartt oneshot #busy week drabbles!

435 notes · View notes

whatdudtheysay · 2 years ago

Text

One night stands

(PT.2)

(Satoru Gojo x f!Reader)

Context - Gojo can't resist you. Not after he's already had a taste. So when he sees you entering campus pretty late, he doesn't hold back

Requested by @yaesstuff ❤︎ (not proofread)

Part 1

CW - Unprotected sex, creampie, oral (f receiving), fingering, squirting, semi-public sex, sloppy makeout

Gojo was watching you like a hawk all week. You really were confusing him. I mean. He literally fucked your brains out last week and you were acting like it never happened. Of course sukuna teased the fuck out of him too when getou snitched.

"Pft, couldn't make her cum, huh? Don't worry, satoru. Not all guys can make girls feel good." Sukuna hummed, focused on the videogame that he and Getou were playing.

"Shut the fuck up sukuna." Gojo spat, checking his phone and going through his many messages on Instagram.

Sukuna just rolled his eyes. "What? Bet I could make her squirt within fifteen minutes."

Gojo suddenly got up, catching the attention of the two boys.

"I'm going out to get more drinks."

"But we just bought-"

Gojo cut getou off by leaving the dorm, ruffling a hand through his hair as he made his way to the exit, the cold air prickling his skin. Obviously Gojo had no plan of getting more drinks, he just wanted to be away from sukuna. The way he talked about you made him feel.... Weird.

Gojo went into auto pilot, walking around campus whilst lighting up a cigarette, blowing puffs of air into the nights sky. He was going to continue doing laps around campus but then he spotted you, stopping dead in his tracks while he stared, watching as you ended the phone call you were on and adjusted your bag on your shoulder before pushing the doors open to the business department. Gojo contemplated what you'd be doing back here so late but figured you'd forgotten something.

Without thinking, his legs started making his way towards the entrance, entering after you and walking down the hall, peering into the few open rooms to no avail. He would've been oblivious but he then heard the sound of papers falling and your voice.

"Fuck," you cursed. Gojo walked further down the hall and peered into a door on his left, showing you in an empty I.T classroom, hovering over your computer whilst aggressively typing, your bag on the floor beside you.

Gojo walked in silently, stopping once he was behind you, placing a hand on your shoulder, making you jump.

"You look frustrated." Gojo commented.

"Geez! Gojo-"

"Satoru. I think we're past formalities." Gojo corrected, grabbing a nearby office chair to sit on.

You lightly rolled your eyes before sitting down yourself, continuing your work.

"Did you follow me?" You accused.

Gojo put on a fake look of disbelief. "Me? I'd never."

You hummed softly, returning to what you were doing, Gojo peering over your shoulder.

"D'yu mind?" You asked, continuing to type up work.

"Not at all. Also you made a few errors."

You turned to face him, annoyance on your features. "What?"

Gojo pointed at the computer.

"The company you're working on didn't profit from those sales. They made too many products and not enough sales."

You looked like you were on the verge of tears, your head slamming against the keyboard, a groan leaving you which almost made Gojo chuckle.

"I need to get this coursework done! I'll have to retake the class if I don't..." You sighed, rubbing your hands over your face before focusing on the computer once more.

Gojo hummed thoughtfully.

"I'll help you. Besides. Finished mine few days ago."

You looked up at him, a big smile on your face. "Really? Ok thanks! Now help?" You rambled, moving the monitor closer to him.

You half expected Gojo to act smug about it but instead he actually helped you, telling you what to add and where you need to make changes, helping you complete a large portion of your project in the hour you were both there.

"Sheesh, 'm exhausted." You sighed, logging out of your account before grabbing your bag.

Gojo hummed in agreement before looking at the time.

1:00am.

He looked towards the open door and then at you, looking inside your bag to make sure you had everything. Gojo casually walked over to the door to close it before returning to you, making you look up at him.

He didn't give you a chance to question him this time, instead cornering you against him and the table, his hands running up your sides before he brought you into a warm kiss. You instinctively bit down on his lip, Gojo cursing as he retreated slightly, his tongue lightly slipping out to glide over his bottom lip.

"The hell was that for?" You asked, trying to ignore the warmth moving to your cheeks, instead looking at the blood on Gojo's lip.

Gojo didn't answer at first, instead staring at you silently.

You raised a brow and he finally sighed. "Isn't it obvious, pretty girl?"

You rolled your eyes, folding your arms. "Seriously satoru?"

Gojo didn't answer, instead caging you between him and the table again, his mouth instead moving to your neck, making you gasp, your hands reluctantly moving up his chest to rest on the nape of his neck.

"Wait, satoru-" you tried to pry him off but he didn't show any signs of letting up on the attack he had on your neck. "someone might come in-"

Gojo just hummed, biting down into your flesh, a whimper leaving your lips. Gojo eventually began to trail down, pulling your shirt over your head to reveal your bra which he easily unhooked, slipping off the straps and letting the restricting material fall to the floor.

"Satoru-"

"Shh," Gojo hushed, looking up at you momentarily, "If you wanna stop just tell me, Kay?"

You nodded your head lightly, letting him continue. Gojo wasted no time, sucking and biting on one of your breasts whilst his free hand massaged your other mound, making sure to give them both equal attention whilst switching between them, leaving you gasping and whimpering. By the time he continued to trail lower, he'd gotten to your skirt, pulling it down along with your panties without any trouble.

You let out a frustrated whimper, making gojo look up.

"This is embarrassing, 'toru.." you mumbled, your hands moving up to cover your breasts.

Gojo realised you'd called him that nickname, a smirk stretching across his lips.

"Don't worry baby. I'll make you feel so good,"

You already knew that was a fact, so you stayed silent, letting him lick a stripe up your mound before kissing your clit lightly, chuckling to himself when you shuddered.

Gojo then let his tongue venture through your folds, lubricating you with his saliva and a mix of your slick.

"Wait- feels so good," you sighed, a hand moving to venture through Gojo's hair.

Gojo just hummed against you, continuing to make out with your pussy, enjoying the sudden jolts you did when his tongue prodded at your aching clit. Gojo then moved his hand up, letting his index finger slide through your folds, collecting your juices before moving to your entrance, pushing it into you, a broken whine leaving your lips, your hands tightening on his hair.

Gojo continued working you open, letting his middle finger slide in before he curled them, a loud moan coming from you, causing you to slap a hand around your mouth, your brows knitting together as the coil in your stomach got tighter and tighter.

"Satoru, I'm close-" you whimpered, your legs starting to shake as Satoru continued to lap at your clit, his fingers scissoring in and out of you at an almost rapid pace."please-"

"Please what?" He asked, moving away from your clit, allowing you to see how much your juices had soiled his face, your arousal dripping down his chin. The whole scene was too hot for you.

"I'm gonna-" you cried, not getting the chance to finish your sentence before you let out a loud whine, your eyes clamping shut as you came around his fingers. Once you rode out your high, you slowly opened your eyes, shocked at how soiled Gojo's shirt was now.

"Fuck- baby." Gojo commented. "Thought you were just a creamer."

Your eyes widened in realisation, your face warming even more.

"Well," you panted lightly. "You made me feel... Really good-"

Gojo couldn't hardly handle it anymore, rising to his full height to capture you in a rushed kiss, this time you allowed it, letting his tongue glide with yours, the taste of your arousal tickling your taste buds.

"Fuck, y/n. Can't wait anymore." Gojo groaned, grabbing your hand to lead it towards the bulge in his pants. "Think you can take me?"

You bit your lip, looking down at the print before meeting his eyes, nodding slightly, earning yourself a grin from Gojo.

"Alright. Bend over pretty thing."

You did as he said, bending over the table you were both previously working over, hands locking with each other as you mentally prepared yourself for what was about to happen.

Gojo rubbed your rear, his tip pushing against your entrance lightly, making you let out a shaky sigh. He suddenly snapped his hips into you, making you yelp in surprise, hands holding the table as he quickly rammed into you.

"Fu-Fuck, forgot how amazing this pussy felt-" Gojo lightly whined, groping your ass tightly.

"Don't- fuck, don't bullshit me," you groaned, trying your best to speak properly with the way he was pounding into you against the desk.

Gojo leaned over you, a hand moving toy with your clit.

"Don't believe me pretty thing?" Gojo whispered, his movements slowing down, making you bite your lip out of frustration.

You shook your head resulting in Gojo humming before he picked up his pace, making you moan aloud once more, your hand moving over your mouth as a last resort to keeping your lewd actions hidden.

"toru-" you cried, feeling your orgasm creep closer.

"Gonna squirt on my cock this time?" He questioned, hands rubbing your clit harder, making your eyes gloss over.

"Yes, yes, yes," you chanted, feeling yourself about to tip over.

Sadly, Gojo stopped his movements, making you look back at him, a frown on your face. He pulled out of you, large hands manhandling you so you were on your back, his hands securing you in place.

Gojo couldn't help but smirk at the frown and glare you gave him. Almost identical to the one where he had you under him in his car.

"Don't worry, pretty girl.." Gojo chuckled, taking in the sight of you. "I'll let you cum..."

He slid back into you, both of your mouths falling open at the feeling. Your toes curled at the feeling of Gojo's dick splitting you open, your legs instinctively moving to wrap around his waist.

"Satoru, feels so good-!" You whimpered, hands moving to tug at your jolting breasts as you looked up at him. Pure lust behind your eyes.

And Gojo loved every second.

"Shit, you're such a good girl. I'm the only guy that's ever fucked you this good, huh?"

You nodded frantically.

"Only you Satoru -"

He's heard that countless times from different side chicks or fuck buddies but from your mouth, It sounded even better to his ears. Gojo rutted into you harder, enjoying your eyes rolling back and your teeth sinking into your bottom lip, hands moving from your chest to rake at his chest.

"Gonna cum, gonna cum-" you moaned, your legs locking tighter around Gojo's waist.

"Fuck, princess, easy," Gojo cooed, even though your reactions only fueled his ego further.

You couldn't handle his harsh thrusts anymore, the coil in your stomach snapping, resulting in your mouth hanging open, drool lightly spilling from a corner as you squirted around his cock, Gojo's hips still ruthlessly ramming into your poor cunt, your orgasm making a huge mess on both you and the table.

"Fuck, that was so fucking hot," Gojo moaned, his hips reaching deeper into you, the overstimulation making you arch your back.

"Too muchh, 'toru," you mewled.

"Shit, gonna cum, just give me a minute."

You bit your tongue, letting Gojo use you as he pleased only turned you on further, the overstimulation finally settling, the discomfort slowly being replaced by pleasure.

Gojo on the other hand was on the edge of losing himself. He could tell by your moans getting louder that you were getting closer to another orgasm with the way you were sucking him so hard.

It felt like he was the one about to tap out. Your moans, your pussy giving him a death grip anytime he tried pulling out and the amazing warmth of your walls. He hadn't even cum yet but he felt like he was being overstimulated.

"Shit, satoru, I'm gonna-" you whined.

"Me too, princess." Gojo moaned, his thrusts becoming so rough to the point where you were scared the computers would fall off the table.

Your eyes quickly shut as you came around Gojo once more, a loud moan coming from both of you as your orgasm made yet another wet mess on the both of you, Gojo's hips lightly stuttering before he spilled his cum deep into you.

Both of you shivered as Gojo slowly pulled out, his dick covered in his cum. Gojo sighed deeply, watching as you slumped off the table and down to your knees, catching him off guard when you took him into your mouth, your tongue swirling around his tip before you sucked against the underside, only stopping when you'd fully cleaned all of the aftermath off.

"You can consider that a 'thank you' for the help." You smirked, grabbing your clothes from the floor.

Gojo just hummed, still in the euphoric buzz of pleasure.

"Well..." He began, his breath uneven as he redressed himself. "If you want anymore help on coursework, you know I'm here."

You nodded thoughtfully as you pulled up your panties and skirt.

"Is that your respectful way of saying you wanna fuck again Satoru?"

He shrugged, his smirk returning.

"Well. We could always continue this at your dorm.."

#gojo smut #gojo x reader #smut #jjk smut #jjk x you #jjk imagines #jjk gojo #gojo x y/n #gojou satoru x reader #satoru gojo #gojou satoru x y/n #gojo satoru #satorugojo #gojo fanfic #gojo imagine #gojo x you

512 notes · View notes

nolita-fairytale · 1 year ago

Note

Congrats on all of your progress and growth!! You deserve it so much, and we love and appreciate all of your hard work w these fics. Like you never fail to have me kicking my feet and giggling

Could I do 🥐 with jealous Carmy or Luca hehehe (add smut if you so wish 🫣🤭)

"WAIT SORRY I MIXED UP THE EMOJI I MEANT 🍝" -- @not-a-glad-gladiator, you ask for a headcanon, and shall receive!

Jealous Carmy & Jealous Luca Headcanons

Jealous!Luca:

ok so hear me out: in the show we get the impression that Carmy and Luca are cut from similar cloth (didn't do well in school, struggled a bit when younger, found solace and belonging in the kitchen) but Luca happens to be the anthesis of Carmy in so many ways.

i think luca would have a certain amount of confidence and not act on his jealous feelings for as long as possible. he'd try to stay even keeled, reminding himself that you chose him and that he's gotta stop doubting himself.

however, he just can't stand watching the same line cook hit on you for a third time, so after blowing up at the line cook one night, leading to luca sending the guy home, a rare, RARE, occurrence, you know something's up.

by the time you get home, you barely have time to ask him what the hell happened on the line that night before he's pinning you up against the wall, begging you to let him make it up to you.

after a night of hot, hot sex filled with passion, frustration, and luca's singular to desire to hear his and only his name on your lips, the two of you lay in bed together, just trying to catch your breath. you begin laughing as you realize what just happened.

"what?" luca asks you. "you were jealous, weren't you?!" and you can't stop laughing. "it's not funny, babe!" "it-, no, i know. it's not funny. and it also is. why didn't you just talk to me?" "i... i have no bloody idea."

"you know i don't care for that guy, right?" "well, i know now. but it bothers me." "i'm sorry babe. i'll tell him to fuck off.... though i think you made that quite clear tonight." luca groans, only mildly embarrassed by his behavior from earlier.

the two of you talk it out and you reassure him that there's nothing to worry about.

"while i'd much rather you talk to me about it... i've got to admit, babe. that was hot." you smirk.

Jealous!Carmy:

okay don't kill me but i think jealous!carmy would be significantly less sexy, at least carmy-sans-any-therapy

you and carmy go to a holiday party at cicero's and after leaving to go grab a new round of drinks, some guy starts hitting on you, and carmy is boiling with rage.

instead of having a healthy conversation, he picks a fight with you, leading to the two of you going home early.

but carmy doesn't want to talk about it and you can't figure out why he's not only upset, but shutting you out. you stay the night anyways, the both of you going to bed angry. only the wall he puts up lasts for a few days and you start to worry about him/your relationship.

it's not till later that night that he shows up on your doorstep, ready to talk and sure as hell ready to apologize.

"carmy, will you tell me what i did?" you ask him, solemnly. "it's... shit... fuck. i'm sorry. it's not you."

"are you breaking up with me?" "no i... fuck." he takes a beat and it feels impossible for him to admit that "i was jealous... of that guy." "what guy?" "from cicero's party."

"wait. THAT GUY!?"

and suddenly, he feels like a complete idiot for making this such a huge deal. the two of you talk it out and you have to set some boundaries with him. "carm, i need you to talk to me about this kind of shit, okay?" "that's what people do. when they're in a relationship. because you scared the shit out of me and... you can't just like... shut me out for a few days, okay?" "okay. it's just that... i haven't really done this before. been in a relationship." "well, we can figure it out together then."

and then, because luca got a sexy jealousy storyline, you and carmy have the make up sex of your life, as he murmurs, "i'm sorry" into each kiss against your skin.

#carmy x reader #the bear hulu #the bear fx #carmy berzatto #the bear headcanon #luca x reader #pastry chef luca #chef luca x reader #nolita fairytale's follower celebration #nolita fairytale’s follower celebration #jeremy allen white #will poulter

268 notes · View notes

sydsaint · 1 year ago

Text

Appreciate the loml finally winning stuff! 💛

Summary: The reader finds herself working her ass off to help Knight and asks for nothing in return. But after Knight wins the battle royale, he decides that he can't let the reader go unnoticed any longer.

It's late on Friday night and Smackdown is almost over for the night. You are in your office going over your last-minute pitch to make sure that LA Knight gets into the SummerSlam battle royale tomorrow night.

Pearce is sitting at his desk on the other side of the room watching you frantically pour over your pitch one last time.

"Is something funny over there, Adam?" You ask Pearce when you've finally had enough of his barely audible laughing.

"Funny? No, not at all." Pearce snickers and turns back to whatever he's got sitting in front of him. "I just don't think I have ever seen you work this hard." He adds. "What are you even doing over there."

Your nose scrunches in annoyance and you shut your folder of papers. "Nothing you need to worry about. Thanks." You assure him and run a hand through your hair.

"Okay." Pearce chuckles again.

You grit your teeth and decide to take a walk before you end up hitting your fellow GM. Plus a walk might calm your nerves for this last-minute meeting that you managed to get.

You head out of the office and wander around backstage for a while. Since Smackdown is almost over for the night, the place is starting to wind down. You pop by the staging area set up by the guillera just in time for a certain megastar to be out in the ring cutting a promo.

You stand and watch the crowd go wild for every word that comes out of LA Knight's mouth. They drink in his charisma and charm like it's a drug and they're all looking for a fix. You smile to yourself as you're reminded why you've been working your ass off these past few months. Him.

Knight's promo comes to an end and you watch him head up the ramp through the monitor. Once he's out of sight you turn to the curtain and wait for Knight to come through it.

"Well well well, would you listen to the crowd?" You muse when Knight comes through the curtain. "They were eating you up out there."

"Y/N! You watch Knight's exhausted expression switch to his usual flirty one in an instant upon seeing you. "Now what could the beautiful and oh-so generous GM of Smackdown be doing out of her office at this hour?" He asks you with a grin.

You smile to yourself, drinking in Knight's charisma just like all the fans do. "I'm just checking in on my investment, that's all." You tease with a grin.

"Is that all?" Knight chuckles, staring down at you with a look that would bring most women to their knees.

If only you weren't in such a position of power over him. If you were a superstar then the two of you would have been involved a painfully long time ago. But you can't bring yourself to take advantage of Knight like that. Sure, you honestly don't think he'd care much. He's made it clear more than once that he's into you. But other people would. Pearce would be on the phone with the higher-ups in an instant. And you've worked too hard to get this job to let one charming guy ruin that for you. As hot and undeniably charming as he is.

"That's all." You nod in a calm and indifferent tone. "I've got a meeting after the show to pitch getting you into that Battle Royale tomorrow night." You inform him. "So do me a favor and stick around for a bit after the show, yeah?" You ask him.

"Of course." Knight nods. "I'm sure that you'll get the job done, boss. You always do." He grins.

You stifle a laugh and can't resist the urge to make a small quip. "Well, who can resist this face, right?" You joke.

"Amen to that, sweetheart." Knight agrees. "I'll see you after the show darlin'." He winks and heads off toward the locker rooms.

You shake your head as you watch Knight head off. Those broad shoulders of his flexing under the fluorescent lights of the hallway in the most sinful way. You take a moment to clear your head, 'Y/N, no.' You tell yourself.

Back in the office, Pearce is packing up to head back to the hotel for the night. He walks over to your desk before he leaves and offers you a rare smile. "I don't know what you've got planned," Pearce explains. "But whatever it is. Good luck."

"Thank you, Adam." You return his friendly smile.

The time comes for your meeting and you head down to the conference room. You take a breath and step inside where, Hunter, Shawn, and a few other board members are waiting for you. You lock eyes with Shawn and he offers you a subtle smile which is just enough to will you forward into what is got to be the pitch of your life.

A little over an hour later you exit the conference room with a neutral look on for face and disheveled files clutched to your chest. The door closes and you begin making your way back to your office with the same calm look.

You round the corner to your office and find Knight leaning on the wall by the door. He looks up from his phone when he hears your heels clicking down the hall and you find that you can't contain yourself any longer.

"Well? What's the news, gorgeous?" Knight asks you as he puts his phone away.

"I did it!" You exclaim as loud as you can without raising any suspicion with any bystanders that may be listening in.

Knight's excited grin matches yours and you find yourself off your feet and crushed to his chest in a hug before you can get another word in. "Hell Yeah! Knight celebrates. "I knew that you could do it!"

"Awe, it was nothing." You laugh and Knight sets you back on the ground. "Just promise me that you'll win. Because there's no scripted winner for this one." You inform him.

"You can count on me, Y/N." Knight nods as he begins to calm down. "Thank you." He adds. "Seriously, Y/N. I don't know where I'd be or what I'd be doing without you."

You shake your head and bite the inside of your lip. 'God, there's that look again.' You curse yourself silently. The man somehow manages to make you feel like the only woman in the world with one measly look. And it makes your insides melt like butter.

"You'd probably still be in NXT jobbing out to Breakker or Hayes." You manage to push out a joke instead of asking Knight out for a drink.

"Yeah, probably." Knight chuckles. "Can I buy you a drink to say thanks? No strings attached." He offers. "I swear by it. Just a friendly drink."

You bite the inside of your lip again. You hate how badly you want to say yes. Your whole body is screaming at you to just let the man take you home and have his way with you.

"You know I can't," You let out a calm sigh.

"I know." Knight nods. "But I had to try, right?" He winks at you.

You smile at him again. You've lost count of how many times you've turned his various offers down now. And yet, he still always comes back. And he still always asks with the same unrelenting charm, despite the fact that he knows that you're always going to say no.

"Right. I'll see you at the show tomorrow mister mega-star." You turn the knob to your office door. "Don't let me down."

"I'd never dream of it." Knight grins and walks off.

The next afternoon you are backstage for the SummerSlam pay-per-view with Pearce. It comes time for the battle royale and you watch LA Knight make his way past you and through the curtain.

"You've got this." You whisper to yourself as Knight steps through the curtain.

The packed arena all cheer for him as Knight makes his way out to the ring. Goosebumps litter your skin at the sound of people cheering his name. 'This is his night.' You think to yourself. 'He's going to win it.'

Half an hour later and it's down to just two people left in the ring. LA Knight and Sheamus. You stand next to Pearce and stare at the tv monitor with eager anticipation. "Come on. Come on. You can do it." You mumble to yourself.

"What was that, Y/N?" Pearce turns to you.

Annoyed, you turn to Pearce to answer him, but the bell rings as you turn your head. Your gaze snaps back to the monitor as the crowd erupts into cheers so loud you can hear them from backstage.

"Yes! He did it! Yes!" You scream and jump for joy before you even register what you're doing.

"Y/N?" Pearce furrows his brows as he watches you freak out.

You quickly come down from your high and face Pearce. You begin formulating an explanation for your outburst when Knight's voice cuts through all the noise of the crowd.

"I know that I'm probably going to get in trouble for this. But well, I don't really care." Knight retrieves a microphone from the announce desk. "I've got to say thank you real quick. Thank you to all the fans that have been behind me this past year. I appreciate you all. But the truth is, I wouldn't even be here right now if it weren't for a special someone working her ass off to get me here." He preaches to the crowd.

"Oh no." You feel blush creeping up on your face.

"Y/N L/N. I know that the last thing you want right now is a spotlight on you. But damnit, you deserve it! I've seen how hard you've worked to push me to the top, and I can't just stand here and pretend that I did it by myself. So if you could come out here so I ain't standing in this ring alone like an idiot, that'd be great." Knight continues with his speech.

You turn to find Pearce reaching for his phone like you've always known he would. As he takes it out of his pocket you reach for it and snatch it out of his hands. "Not yet, Adam." You feel a jolt of courage surge through you. "You're going to want to wait before you make your call." You hand the phone back to him and step through the curtain.

To your surprise, the crowd cheers as you walk down the ramp and out to the ring. Knight parts the ropes when you make it to the ring and lets you inside.

"Here she is ladies and gentlemen!" Knight introduces you. "The woman that made it all happen. The women that made LA Knight!" He beams at you with a smile so wide it looks like it might hurt.

"Thank you." You smile nervously. "But all I did was pitch some ideas to some cooperate guys. You're the real star." You insist.

Your heart rate picks up when a chant starts echoing through the arena at an almost deafening volume.

Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!

"Well?" Knight holds the microphone away so he's just talking to you. "Is this the day that you finally say yes?" He asks you.

"I think it is." You nod. "You deserve it."

"Darlin', we both deserve it," Knight replies and lets the microphone drop to the mat.

The kiss is just as sweet as you've been imagining it would be. The crowd of thousands all cheering wasn't part of your daydreams. But now you don't think you'd have it any other way.

#wrestling #wwe fanfiction #wwe #la knight #wwe x reader #wrestling fanfiction #wrestling fic #la knight fanfic

170 notes · View notes

onlyyvette · 1 year ago

Note

[req] idw rodi and oppy maybe?? op getting spiked down by rodi (who won't stop even after multiple overloads) in a mating press is *chefs kiss* 🤌

Interesting Incentives

warnings: sub/bottom optimus + top/dom rodimus + breeding kink + rough sex + valve eating + a bit of humiliation + overstimulation + mating press + dacryphilia + Roddy hates doing his work + but if he gets the Optipussy out of it best believe he's getting it done🙏🏾

word count: 2320

a/n: I don't usually write much for Optimus/Roddy but I really enjoyed this ^-^ to add on to this I had to only put their names in their respective colors because making their writing colored was literally hurting my eyes...

Also while this takes place in mtmte, just pretend they had a canon iteration there for this scenario to happen

"Optimusss," Rodimus groaned, his helm hitting his desk with a heavy thunk. "I can't do this. Seriously, I can't. You know paperwork is one of my very few weaknesses," he huffed. Rodimus had been tasked with filling out some paperwork on some incident involving his crew doing certain things on certain foreign planets that they shouldn't be doing...Like he cares about that! Like yeah, maybe Cybertronians are banned from certain planets for that reason, why should he have to pay for it?

"Rodimus. We've already gone over this. If you're not able to keep your crew in check, there will be consequences." Optimus feels like he's explained several times over and over again. Probably because he has. "I get it, I get it. But do you know how boring this slag is? By the time I finish this work, a new war would have started, another 4 million years---"

"Okay, I understand." Optimus interrupts him and sighs heavily, closing his optics. How could he get the speedster to get through his work when he has the attention span of a turbopup? He open his optics only to find that Rodimus has started to scroll on his datapad, doing Primus know what.

Wait...what if there was a way to get him to do his work...

Optimus jumps a bit as he finally has an idea. It may be a bit...unrefined if the word fit, but it was his last chance to get Rodimus to actually get something done. "Rodimus." Optimus straightens up, catching the attention of the Lost Light captain. "I have an incentive for you to complete your work. One that I find you would consider."

"...What is it?" Rodimus seems a bit hesitant. Usually, Optimus' idea of a reward didn't match his own, but the look in Optimus' optics made him think about the possibility of the offer being worth it.

"If you finish your workload on time, I will allow you to interface with me however your spark desires." Optimus almost regrets what he says when he sees Rodimus choke a bit in surprise and bang on his chestplate, attempting to unclog the oral lubricant he choked on. He was no stranger to fragging Optimus as they were conjunx endurae, but for Optimus to just...lay fragging him on a table as a reward for him was something he did not expect from the Prime.

"Are you saying that...you're offering yourself up as a reward for me finishing my work?" Rodimus says incredulously. "You might as well just say: 'Finish your work and you can frag me silly'," Rodimus says with a mischievous grin. Optimus huffs as he turns his helm away a bit, his faceplate flushing a bit under his mask. "No matter how you believe I should have said it, but my offer still stands. I will be back in the next 6 joors. I would like to see your work done by then, Rodimus."

"No need to worry about me," Rodimus winks at the Prime. "I'll get it done in half the time." Optimus nods and exits the room. The moment the heavy door shuts behind him, Optimus sighs heavily. It's not like he wasn't open to holding up his end of the deal, but now he knows that Rodimus will only want to finish his work if he gets to frag Optimus. Not only that, but even he knew that six joors was too much time to give to the speedster to finish his work. He only gave that extra time because he truly was looking forward to Rodimus getting his reward.

Optimus shakes his helm, clearing his straying thoughts in his processor. Hopefully, Rodimus will take long enough so that Optimus can finish his proper paperwork. Still though, he can't get Rodimus out of his processor as he walks down the halls to his own office...

Not even a full two joors later, Rodimus calls Optimus' comm line and eagerly announces that he's finished. Optimus had only gotten halfway through his own work! Yes, he did expect Rodimus to finish in under his time limit, but he thought that the speedster was only bragging. Well...I've clearly been proven wrong Optimus thought to himself as he rises up from his chair and makes his way to Rodimus' office.

✿✿✿

Rodimus crowds Optimus onto his desk, placing his servos on both sides of Optimus' hips. "I told you I'd finish it in half the time needed," Rodimus purred as he nibbled on Optimus' finial. He only shivered and leaned into the touch. Rodimus placed a light kiss onto his conjunx's finial and laid his servos on his generous hips. "You don't know how badly I've been wanting this," Rodimus breathed out. Me either... Optimus thought to himself. The pair hadn't had much time lately to be with each other, let alone interface and it had left the both of them longing for each other.

Rodimus began to paw at Optimus panel and he let it slide away immediately. The speedster's digits made it's way to Optimus' valve, only to notice that it was already lubricating. Not that he didn't expect Optimus to be wet already but this much slick was...

Rodimus' suspicions were confirmed when he pushed two digits into Optimus valve and was met with no resistance at all. "Did you really open yourself up for me," Rodimus' optics widened in disbelief. Optimus turned away, his faceplate blushing furiously now. "Well, I know how hard you work when your focused and you seemed serious when you said you wouldn't take long so...I just decided to prepare myself for you."

Rodimus immediately begins to thrust his digits into Optimus, taking the Prime by surprise, causing him to let out an unrestrained whine. "Well aren't you sweet," Rodimus teased as he continued pumping his digits. "Mhh, nghh, AH---" Optimus' optics widen as he feels Rodimus grind one of his digits into his node. Harshly. "R-Rodimus please," Optimus begged for his conjunx to let up on the pressure to his node, his pretty blue optics gazing imploringly at his conjunx. It only caused him to press even harder, ripping a broken moan from the Prime.

"Relax," Rodimus rolled his optics. "You can take it, can't you?" Optimus inhales sharply when Rodimus doesn't let up and nods quickly. "Good," Rodimus praises his conjunx and leans into his faceplates. He gnaws a bit on Optimus' already kiss-bruised lips, asking for entry. Optimus parts his lips, allowing Rodimus to slip his glossa in and envelop him in a heated kiss.

Rodimus pushes the Prime down fully on his desk as he deepens the kiss, attacking Optimus' glossa and fully dominating him with just his intake. "Mhnghh...hmmm..." Optimus whimpered into the kiss, his processor feeling a bit fuzzy as Rodimus keeps up his assault in his intake. He doesn't even realize that Rodimus had been pushing him down until his spinal-strut hit the table.

Rodimus pulled away and admired his view of the Prime. Optimus' optics were half-lidded, his faceplate flushed the prettiest blue and he had a bit of oral lubricant running down the corner of his intake. Primus, he already looked fucked out even without fragging him. Finally taking his focus off of his conjunx's wrecked face, he decided to give more attention to his valve.

"I just can't get over the fact that I went so long without seeing this part of you Optimus," Rodimus says, lust filling his optics as he runs a digit down Optimus' puffy folds, watching them clench on nothing. "Thankfully, I'll be able to do more than looking today." Rodimus grabs the Prime by his large thigh and pushes his spike to Optimus' tight heat. He doesn't even remember when his spike pressurized but even that slips away from him as he pushes his spike into Optimus.

"R-Rodimus! Ahhh...nghh, not t-too fast---" Optimus whimpers as he feels Rodimus' spike fill him up so quickly. Rodimus' spike isn't that big for a mech of Optimus' size, but it's very long, Optimus sometimes feeling like it would hit his gestation seal if Rodimus goes too quickly. "Ah, s-sorry Optimus, you're just so---tight!" Rodimus punctuates with a rough thrust, directly into one of Optimus' more sensitive nodes in his valve, causing the Prime to let out an undignified moan.

Rodimus truly couldn't hold himself back. The magnets in his valve were practically pulling his spike in deeper and they were massaging his spike just right. Not only that, but Optimus' valve was so tight, so stimulating the it made him lose control. He tightens his grip on Optimus' thighs and pushes them back to Optimus' front, his thighs almost touching his windshield. "...What are you---" Before Optimus can get his sentence out, Rodimus begins pounding his valve so harshly that he chokes on his own words.

"HaaAH! Rodi-- AnGH! Oh!" Optimus lets out deep moans as Rodimus frags his valve with no restraint. With this new position, he can feel Rodimus' long spike getting dangerously close to his gestation seal. And it it was close to his seal, it also meant he was getting close to his forge..."F-frag you're so tight!" Rodimus groans as he pushes deeper into Optimus valve. At first, he doesn't know why but it's when he realizes what his spike is close to hitting does it finally click.

"Oohh, so I'm close to your seal, huh? W-want me to fill you up with my transfluid, yeah?" Optimus nods his head vigorously, his optics filled with charge. "Yes! Yes, want to-- Ohh! Mghnn, fill me up! Please!" He seemed so desperate to have his valve and forge filled up with Rodimus' transfluid that it only brought Rodimus closer to his overload than he would like.

"Y-you'd like that right? For me to to fuck your pretty pussy and fill it up so much you can barely walk?" Optimus whimpers at the speedster's crude use of human obscenities, yet it only makes him feel hotter under his plating. "Yes! Haah! Please, yes!" Optimus crying now, optical fluid flowing freely as it rolled down his face. He was so close to his overload, his frame trembling all over as Rodimus kept pumping his spike into him. His valve burned in such a pleasurable way whenever Rodimus' spike would reach deep into him, hitting his most sensitive nodes. "Rodimus! I-I'm---" Optimus' frame trembles violently as he feels his oncoming overload. "F-frag! Overload for me Optimus," Rodimus moans into Optimus' audial.

"GhhkK---" Optimus can barely even make any noise as his overload rocks through his frame. His valve drenches Rodimus' spike in his lubricant, tightening up almost impossibly so. "Hahh, Optimus---" Rodimus spills into him right after, painting the inside of his valve a light pink. As the pair lay down on the desk, their cooling fans spinning rapidly, Rodimus pushes Optimus' legs back into their previous condition. The Prime has a confused look on his face until Rodimus begins to push into him again.

"Rodimus, unghh...your still, ahh!" Optimus whines as Rodimus begins to frag him again. "You can go again...can't you Optimus?" Rodimus laughs breathily. "Nghh! I-I think I can---AH!" Optimus yelps embarrassingly when Rodimus bites down hard on his finial. He expected it to hurt and it did but...it only added on to the pleasure he felt with Rodimus' spike pumping in his valve. "Ahh! R-rodi---" The speedster shuts Optimus up with a violent kiss. His glossa forces its way into Optimus' intake, wrestling with Optimus' own glossa. The prime moans deeply into the kiss, allowing his intake to be dominated as Rodimus claimed his valve at a rough pace.

Optimus was an oversensitive wreck now, his helm spinning with the overwhelming pleasure his frame was feeling. Even quicker than the last time, Optimus overloads hard. "MMNGHH!" His load moan is barely muffled by Rodimus mouth on his. He squirts for a second time that night and can feel his frame run out of energy, his cooling fans working at the max. Rodimus still hadn't overloaded yet, still rutting into Optimus like his life depended on it. Optimus whimpered in overstimulation as the speedster continued to ravage his valve, chasing his own orgasm.

"Ghh---gonna overload! Optimus!" It was Rodimus' last warning before he finally released his transfluid into Optimus' valve. Optimus didn't know why, but Rodimus' last orgasm triggered another orgasm. It was smaller than the last two, but it still wasn't easy on his pleasure drunk frame. "Unghh...mmhnn, Rodimus," Optimus moans weakly as his orgasm passes through him, fully enveloping his frame in bliss. Finally, Rodimus pulled his depressurized spike out.

Once Rodimus saw the state of Optimus' valve, he was almost sorry he couldn't pressurize anymore. Optimus' valve lips were puffy from abuse and slick with his and Rodimus' overloads. His valve was absolutely drenched with the pairs' fluid, the lubricant dripping out of him a bit, creating an obscene image. While he couldn't frag Optimus again there was something else he could do.

Rodimus crouches and pulls himself close to Optimus' valve. He immediately presses his intake into Optimus' sopping valve, causing the Prime to make a a sound unbecoming of a Prime. "Hahnn, No more, oohhh," Optimus whines as he feels Rodimus glossa make its way into his valve, eating him out like it's his last meal. Rodimus sucks up all the transfluid in the Prime's valve, tasting the bittersweetness of their release. Wanting to give Optimus one last overload, he begins to rub furiously at his node.

"O-oh! Please Rodimus, I-I'm---MhHNGG!" Optimus overloads one last time, his vision whitening out for a bit before clearing again. As Optimus lays down on the desk, Rodimus slumped down on his chassis as they catch their breath, Optimus can't help but look forward to the next time he offers himself up as an incentive for his conjunx.

#vetty's fics. ✿#vetty's works. ✿#yvette's works. ✿#vetty's requests. ✿#transformers #transformers mtmte #transformers smut #valveplug #rodimus x optimus prime #rodimus #optimus prime

179 notes · View notes

yeoosaangg · 1 year ago

Text

៹ TOUCH MY BODY || KINKTOBER ─ DAY 9

➛ PAIRING:: SEO CHANGBIN × FEM!READER

➛ NOW PLAYING:: TOUCH MY BODY — MARIAH CAREY

⤷ ❝I JUST WANNA MAKE YOU FEEL LIKE YOU NEVER DID.❞

➛ GENRE:: ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP, NON-IDOL!AU, SMUT

➛ WARNINGS:: BODY WORSHIP, FINGERING, PRAISE, SEMI-PUBLIC SEX

── ⋆ ⋆ ── 𔘓 ── ⋆ ⋆ ──

Your boyfriend hums, inspecting your outfit.

Y/n: I think if I get this in black, it'd look more fitting.

He scoffs, pulling you in for a kiss.

Changbin: You're crazy for thinking such things, darling. You're beautiful in every color.

You giggle, running back into the dressing room.

Y/n: Thank you, Binnie.

He sits down on the soft chair, waiting for the next dress. He's going to buy everything for you, he just likes when you show off for him.

He hears you whine and perks up when you call his name.

Changbin: Yeah, baby?

Y/n: The zipper's hard to pull up on this dress. Can you help me?

He carefully opens the dressing room door and slips inside.

Changbin: Wow! You look gorgeous.

Y/n: I don't think so. The yellow makes my tummy more noticeable.

He rolls his eyes. It's getting ridiculous how much you're putting yourself down when you rival a goddess' beauty.

Changbin: Stop being so mean to yourself, baby. I love everything about you and more. Do I need to give you a reminder?

You suck in a breath when he starts to kiss the space between your neck and shoulder. His big arms wrap around your body, feeling you up wherever he can touch.

You lean into his chest, head resting against his broad shoulder.

Y/n: What if- Mm- What if we get caught?

Changbin: Don't worry about that, love. Right now, this is all about you and your beautiful body.

He removes the dress, letting it pool around your ankles. He sits on the bench and pulls you to sit on his lap.

Changbin: Never take your eyes off the mirror. I want you to see how gorgeous you can truly get.

He spreads your legs, rubbing your clit through your panties. You hum, his finger drawing circles as a wet patch forms from your arousal.

Changbin: Want to know what I see everytime I look at you? I see a woman that isn't afraid to speak her mind even if people hate her for it.

He pushes the thin fabric to the side, his finger sliding up and down your folds. You bite on your bottom lip, whimpering as quietly as you could.

He shoves a finger inside of you, pumping slowly.

Changbin: When other women tried their hardest to come in between us, you shut them down and staked your claim. You never once let them make you feel inferior.

He adds another finger, increasing his pace.

Changbin: I don't get why whenever you're with me, you repeat those awful things they tell you. Have I ever made you feel that way?

You shake your head. He's done nothing but love and cherish your existence.

Changbin: Then why, my love? Why do you keep saying such mean things about your body? You are the most gorgeous woman I've ever got the pleasure to meet.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, hand covering your mouth as you clench around his fingers. He doesn't stop until your orgasm hits you hard.

Changbin: Look at yourself, baby. This is when I find you the most beautiful. When you let your guard down and let me take care of you, worship your existence.

He pulls his fingers out and licks your juices clean. You catch your breath, clenching on nothing at the sight.

He pulls his pants down just enough for his cock to spring out. He aligns himself and slides inside slowly, the stretch making you shiver with pleasure.

His hand is still covering your mouth, muffling your quiet moans. He guides your hips up and down, slowly fucking up into your pussy.

Changbin: The look on your face tells me you love it when I talk about your beauty. Need me to reassure you how much I love you? I'll gladly be here to do so.

You steady yourself, bouncing on his cock a little faster. He looks down in between you, loving the way his cock disappears into your swollen cunt.

All for him.

The sound of your ass hitting his pelvis can be heard, but you don't care. You love the way he makes you feel, the way he loves you.

He never fails to remind you of how beautiful you are.

Changbin: So perfect, baby. Don't ever let anyone tell you otherwise. The only thing that matters is you. My love for you is real and forever will be.

You watch him from the mirror. He's smiling at you fucking yourself on his thick cock. He isn't doing this for his pleasure, but yours.

Y/n: I love you, Seo Changbin.

His smile widens, grabbing your hips amd slamming into you.

Changbin: I love you more, angel.

You both cum at the same time, covering your mouth as your juices run down to his balls.

Changbin: So fucking stunning, baby.

You stay sitting on his cock, legs twitching from the intense orgasm you just had.

Y/n: So... Get the dress?

He laughs, kissing you on the cheek multiple times. He finds you so adorable, even if your face was flushed out from getting fucked by him.

Changbin: I'm buying you everything, love.

He helps you up, dick sliding out. You grab your purse and hand him tissues. He cleans you both up, helping you into your original clothes.

Y/n: Thanks for everything, Binne. I'm sorry for always needing to be reassured.

Changbin: Nothing to apologize for, darling. I love telling you how much I love you. Even if it means I gotta fuck some sense into you with my-

You kiss him to shut him up.

He smiles, pulling you close to him.

Y/n: Let's go home, babe.

Changbin: Good thinking. I hate when you have to hold back your pretty sounds.

Y/n: And who's fault is that? Always fucking me in public.

Changbin: Can't help it. You're perfectly mine and I love appreciating you.

You giggle, feeling giddy from his words.

You know, without a doubt, that this is the man you're going to marry one day.

═══

a/n: he's slowly climbing the ranks... i already bias danceracha, imagine adding changbin to the mix? i'll forever be delusional !!! thank you for reading ‹𝟹

113 notes · View notes

joekeeryswife · 2 years ago

Text

Step dad - e.m

HELLO LOVES! how is everyone doing? angst to fluff step dad!eddie fic. okay this honestly broke my heart writing but i knew it had to have a happy ending so i hope you all enjoy! don’t forget if you have any requests or if you wanna talk my inbox and dms are open! don’t forget to like and reblog, it means so much to me- enjoy the fanfic loves!

taglist (add yourself loves <3) : @eddieamoremio @theshireisonfire

you had a beautiful daughter, Maggie, who had just turned 7. you had her when you were 18 and at the time you felt like your life was over but that was not the case now, she was the best thing to ever happen to you and you were so grateful that you had her.

you had started dating Eddie when you were 20 and he was 22 making Maggie only 2. to be honest you were terrified to tell Eddie you had a daughter. you'd get stares from everyone in Hawkins, older people, people your age and even a few teenagers who looked at you with disgust. yes, you had a baby at 18 and yes you weren't married and yes you and her father broke up, but, no one was judging him.

everyone only judged you and you hated the differences between how you were treated and how her dad was treated. but when you finally did tell Eddie about Maggie, he was very excited to meet her. he didn't care that you had a daughter, he liked you and you having a baby didn't affect that.

now, 5 years later, you lived together in a beautiful home and had a baby on the way. you loved Eddie and you were so grateful that he and Maggie got along. they were so close and Eddie loved Maggie like she was his own blood and at this point she practically was.

since Maggie had started school, she had been distant toward Eddie and it broke him. the two of them had a special bond and to see her staying away from him was so upsetting. Eddie had picked her up from school and she stormed straight past you. "baby what's wrong?" you had turned around to watch her. she stood at the bottom of the stairs with the biggest frown on her face.

"i asked you to pick me up not him" she shouted making your eyes widen. she had never shouted in her life and this shocked you. she turned and ran up the stairs to her bedroom and slammed her door shut. Eddie walked into the living room with tears filling his eyes. what the hell happened?

he came and sat next to you, his head gently resting on your huge baby bump. his shoulders were slightly jolting, meaning he was definitely crying. "what happened?" you whispered, stroking your hand through his hair. "i just- i've never heard her so mad. she was so angry that i was there to pick her up. i tried to hug her and she just ignored me and walked to the car. i don't even know what i've done wrong"

Eddie never cried. never. not even when he was getting bullied in high school so this was hurting him and you could tell. "it's okay Ed's. she's probably just adjusting to her school and taking it out on you because she loves you. i know it's not an excuse but you haven't done anything wrong baby. don't worry" he sniffled and looked up from your bump.

his eyes were bloodshot and his cheeks were covered in tears which you quickly wiped away with the pad of your thumb. "i'll speak to her after dinner, try figure out what's wrong with her" you smiled sympathetically at him. he sighed and nodded his head.

you and Eddie were waiting for Maggie to come out of her room for dinner. you were going to be sat next to her so maybe she felt comfortable enough to tell you what was going on with her. you were confused. she had always been your sweet baby girl and now she was just horrible.

you heard small patters of footsteps as she finally decided to come out of her bedroom after hours of being in there alone. she came into the dining room and saw you and Eddie sat opposite each other with two plates in front of you with hers next to you.

Eddie didn't want it to be awkward so when he and Maggie caught eyes he smiled softly to her which she completely blanked, making his smile drop completely. he really had no idea what he did. she came and sat next to you, looking down at her plate of food as she listened to you speak to Eddie. "so Ed's, how's David?"

David was Eddie's boss and luckily they both got along well, making Eddie's job a lot easier. "he's okay, gotta work with him tomorrow so i might be a little late but not as bad as last week" last week Eddie had to work extra long shifts as it was Maggie's birthday coming up and you couldn't work due to maternity leave, meaning Eddie was your only source of income for the next few months.

"that's good, maybe next week we could all go to the cinema? wanna go see the film you wanted to watch Mags?" she just shook her head 'no'. you looked at Eddie and frowned.

you turned you attention back to her after Eddie's face filled with confusion. you ran your hand through her hair, tucking the few strands which had fallen onto her face behind her ear. "Maggie, do you wanna tell us what's the matter?" she yet again shook her head 'no' and played around with the food on her plate.

"sweetheart me and mummy just wanna help you, we love you very much-" Eddie was cut off with the sound of Maggie's fork hitting the table, making you flinch. "can you stop acting like you care" she shouted, her eyes looking directly at Eddie. Eddies eyes widened as he listened to what she had just said "i- what? Maggie i do-" he stuttered.

"you aren't my dad and i hate you Eddie. i wish i never met you" she shouted, cutting Eddie off yet again. you sucked in a breath, shocked at how she had just spoken to the one man who was always there for her. "Maggie that is not how you speak to-" your sternness stopped as you heard Eddie's chair slide across the dining room floor and watched as he walked to the front door, his sniffles were loud, he was crying.

Maggie looked down at her lap and fiddled with her fingers. you got up from the table and followed Eddie, allowing her to think about what she had just said. Eddie was a big softie at heart and anytime you'd tell Maggie off for different reasons, he was always the one she would run to so he could give you his best puppy dog eyes and get you to apologise to her.

he was the one who was there when she had a nightmare and she was calling out for him, no matter what time of the morning it was he'd be there to comfort her. he was the one who picked her up from daycare if she was sick because she'd ask for him, it didn't matter what he was doing he'd drop everything and go to her because he loved her.

at heart she was his daughter and he would love her just as much as his own baby who was coming very very soon. "Ed's please wait" you said, watching as he opened the car door but stopped himself just before he got in when he saw you waddling towards him. he had thick tears streaming down his cheeks as he took in every word Maggie had said to him.

you finally reached him and his head fell straight onto your shoulder. "i'm so sorry baby. i'm so sorry she said that to you" you ran your hand through his hair and rubbed his back comfortingly as he sobbed. you had no clue why Maggie would say that. she had always called him 'daddy' from the minute she met him when she was two years old and now she was using his first name? it shocked you.

"i'm gonna go stay with Wayne. just for a few days whilst she calms down. i don't wanna make her uncomfortable" he said looking up from your shoulder, voice strained as he finally started calming down. you went to protest against it but he stopped you. you didn't want him to leave. "it's just for a few days so she can calm down. i'll come straight back when she's ready. i have a few bits at Wayne's but if i need anything else i'll call you first so you can make sure she doesn't see me"

your heart broke. he didn't want to make her uncomfortable when it was actually the other way round. she was making him feel uncomfortable. "i don't want you to go, what if i need you?" you whispered. you could barely sleep because the baby kicked you all night and Eddie was the only one to calm them down. "if you need me to calm down the baby i'll come back and stay until you're asleep but i just think it's best for me to go. she's obviously upset baby and it's best for me to go"

"only for a few days?" you asked, hoping it would only be a few days and not weeks. "a couple of days" he promised, kissing your cheek gently before kissing you properly. "i'll visit you at work tomorrow. we can go for lunch when she's at school" you said watching him nod. he really didn’t want to go. he hated leaving both of you but if it made Maggie feel better he would do anything.

he kissed you one last time before bending down to kiss your bump which was quickly ‘reciprocated’ with vigorous kicks. Eddie smiled and sniffled as you gently wiped your thumbs across his cheeks, getting rid of any sign of tears. he watched as you backed away from the car. the trailer he grew up in was only 10 minutes away from the house you all lived in.

he backed away once he saw you were a safe distance away from the car and blew you a kiss before he sped off down the road, leaving you with an angry Maggie and a kicking baby.

a few days had passed and it had been the hardest few days of your entire life. Eddie came back to the house every night just so you could get a least a few hours of sleep before you had to take Maggie to school. it was now a Saturday and all you wanted to do was chill out. the baby had been kicking all the time, your feet were really swollen and your back was killing you.

Maggie had been pretty quiet since Eddie had left and had barely spoken to you unless she really needed something. you were sat watching ‘Dirty Dancing’ when you heard Maggie’s footsteps coming from behind you. “mama” she said biting her nails as she approached you.

when Eddie left you did tell her off. what she said has hurt him and it had also hurt you. it wasn’t a bad telling off but she definitely understood where she was wrong. “hi mags” you smiled, opening your left arm so she could come sit next to you. she sat next to you and sighed before playing with her fingers again.

“i miss daddy” she whispered, looking into your eyes. her eyes were filled with tears and her bottom lip quivered. she was definitely about to cry. Eddie had come back to the house, just not when she was there unless you called him to calm down the baby, but other then that he was either with Wayne or at work.

Maggie had reflected on how she acted and her feelings were obviously to big for her. the actual reason as to why she was so horrible to Eddie was because of what some kids at school were saying to her. it was obvious that Maggie wasn’t Eddie’s baby, she looked nothing like him, and people talked. you knew a few of the mothers who’s kids were in the same class as Maggie and all they did was speak about you and how you were a teen mother.

children also listened, meaning they knew Eddie wasn’t Maggie’s dad and they teased her. your fave was filled with sympathy as you watched your daughter break down after realising how horrible she was to her dad. she had fat tears rolling down her cheeks and loud sobs came from her. she had never ever cried like this.

you pulled her into your arms and kissed her forehead. luckily Eddie was coming back today, the ‘couple of days’ was up and you just needed him here and it seemed like Maggie did too. “i know you do sweetheart” you rubbed her back softly as she sobbed. the poor girl missed him so much and it was showing.

“i’m sorry mama. i’m sorry for being mean” you pulled her closer to you and just let her cry. you knew she was sorry. if she wasn’t she definitely would not be crying like this. it was like the universe had heard Maggie because after a few minutes of her crying the front door opened and Eddie came in.

he could hear Maggie’s sobs from outside the front door and the first thing he wanted to do was just run in there and hug her, but he wanted to respect her boundaries and wait for her to come to him. he walked into the living room and immediately got Maggie’s attention. she pulled away from you and ran straight to Eddie, her arms outstretched so he could pick her up.

“daddy” she sobbed, her face scrunched up as her tears carried on. he picked her up and her arms went immediately around his neck. she’d never hugged him so tight in the 5 years he’d known her. “hi sweetheart” he whispered, kissing the side of her forehead gently.

he walked carefully to the sofa and sat down next to you and made sure Maggie was comfortable. “i’m sorry” she hiccuped, her breathing was irregular from all the tears and sobs. “i know baby, i’m sorry too” Eddie didn’t know what he was apologising for but he did anyway. he wanted her to feel safe. he wanted her to feel loved.

you had told Eddie about the kids at school and he immediately understood. being picked on wasn’t nice and he knew from experience. “i don’t hate you, i love you and i don’t wish i never met you, i wish you were my real dad” Eddies heart melted. his arms tightened around her and he kissed her head one more time.

after a few minutes she finally calmed down and looked up from Eddie’s neck. “i’m really sorry daddy” she said, the only trace of her tears was her stained cheeks and hiccups from where she had gotten herself so worked up. “i know sweetheart. thank you for my apology” he said as she fell back into his chest. you watched the scene unfold in complete admiration and adoration.

Eddie was an amazing father to Maggie and watching the two of them always filled your heart with love, no matter what it was. Eddie took one arm off of Maggie’s back and opened it so you could shuffle across to him. there was one thing Eddie loved and adored and that was time with his two beautiful girls, no matter what happened, he would always be there for you when you needed him.

557 notes · View notes

silverynight · 2 years ago

Text

Explosive, explosive love

Things have changed in the UA, well... actually it's just class A in particular; their explosive gremlin has softened a lot, but only when Midoriya is involved.

And everyone is aware of it and what it means... Except for the green haired boy himself.

Ochako and her friends are studying for finals; Midoriya is helping them with math because he's the best at solving equations. The thing is, he spent the day training without a pause and now the boy is clearly exhausted. He's about to fall asleep on the couch.

"Deku-kun, you should go to your dorm... We can finish this on our own," Ochako assures him.

"Uraraka is right," Iida agrees. "You look really tired."

"I'm fine! Don't worry about me!" Midoriya smiles, holding back a yawn. "This last problem is important, I don't want you to fail..."

Of course, he collapses on the couch a few seconds after that, in a position that looks almost painful.

"It looks like he's going to break his neck," Ochako comments with worry, although Todoroki is already standing before assuring the others he'll take the boy to his room.

But he doesn't get to do that. Out of nowhere, Bakugo walks in with a blanket in his arms, and carefully leans closer to Midoriya.

"Hey, Izuku," he whispers softly. Ochako didn't know his voice could sound like that until now. "I'm going to carry you to your bedroom, but you have to help me, okay?"

"Kacchan?" Midoriya blinks his eyes open for a second, prompting Bakugo to smile fondly at him. "Okay."

The explosive blond wraps the boy in the blanket and takes him in his arms with an expertise that tells Ochako he's done that more than once.

Everyone is too surprised to say anything, even after Bakugo leaves the common room with a sleepy green bean in his arms.

However, he comes back alone and sits on the floor in front of them, after taking Midoriya's notebook.

"So where were you? What was the nerd helping you with?"

"What?" She blurts out.

Bakugo rolls his eyes, getting slightly irritated.

"Are you going to help us?" Iida asks, looking as surprised as Ochako feels.

"What else, glasses?"

"I don't think we want your–"

"Stop, Todoroki," Ochako cuts him off. "We really need his help."

"I'll help you only if you don't mention this to the nerd," Bakugo says. "Tell him he did finish the lesson, okay?"

"Why?"

"DO YOU WANT MY HELP OR NOT?"

Ochako has noticed that Bakugo gets more "aggressive" when he's embarrassed.

"Yes, we do, but tells us why first," she insists, because she needs to know.

"Tch! Fine!" Bakugo growls, cheeks turning slightly pink. "Izuku will feel bad in the morning because he fell asleep before helping you idiots with all the math problems. I just want you to tell him that he did help you until the end."

Ochako turns around and notices that Iida and Todoroki are looking at Bakugo with the same shock she feels at the moment.

"So he doesn't feel bad?"

"Yeah, that's the damn point! Do you want to pass the test or not?"

"Yes!"

"Then shut up and listen!"

The next day, Midoriya sits on their table for breakfast and starts apologizing when Ochako interrupts him and assures him he finished explaining all the math problems to them.

"Really?" Midoriya smiles, hopeful and happy. "I don't remember..."

"That's because you were really tired," Todoroki adds, putting a hand on his shoulder to reassure him. "But you helped us a lot."

"I'm glad!" Midoriya beams and Ochako notices that even though Bakugo is telling something to Kaminari and Ashido, he is actually listening to their conversation as well. He immediately relaxes as soon as he sees Midoriya smiling.

He really cares about Midoriya, doesn't he?

***

Shota notices... It's his job to notice after all, because he needs to tell his students about their own strengths and weaknesses. And right now Bakugo is getting easily distracted by Midoriya.

It wouldn't have been a problem if he hadn't gotten hit by Kaminari's lighting twice in a row and almost lost the encounter because of it.

And all because Midoriya had hurt himself, trying to defeat Todoroki.

Bakugo clearly worries about him and it's almost like Midoriya's pain hurts him physically as well, at least judging by the way he grimaces every time he hears the other hiss in pain.

"Bakugo!" Shota calls. "Come here!"

Kaminari looks relieved and even sits on the ground while Bakugo grumpily stomps his way towards the teacher. Shota doesn't miss the way he keeps glancing in Midoriya's direction.

"Hey," Shota lowers his voice before looking at him in the eyes: "I know you care about him and that you worry a lot, but you need to trust him. Midoriya can take care of himself."

Bakugo looks at the ground, looking embarrassed for being caught staring at Midoriya, but he doesn't deny it.

"In a real battle you could've gotten yourself severely hurt because of it. And I know Midoriya wouldn't like that and you know it too."

"I do know. He'd blame himself."

The fact that Bakugo worries more about Midoriya's feelings than his own well being concerns Shota, but he decides that's a conversation for another day.

"If you plan to become his hero partner, you need to work on that as well. If you get hurt during a fight against real villains then you'll leave Midoriya to deal with them on his own."

Bakugo tenses, but Shota knows that he finally understands the situation.

"I'll be more careful."

Bakugo has always been a fast learner and he adapts quickly to his surroundings. Sadly, for Kaminari, he's not longer distracted (well, not that much because he still makes sure Midoriya is alright every now and then, but he makes sure not let his guard down when he does it).

He wins his match and smirks when Midoriya wins his own and in front of the rest of the class, walks towards the green haired boy to make sure he's alright.

Then Bakugo starts cleaning some of the scratches on Midoriya's cheeks while glaring at Todoroki over the green bean's shoulder.

Shota sighs.

***

Class A keeps witnessing how much Bakugo cares about their Midoriya and they start wondering if they should help the blond out.

Midoriya gets sick right after the summer break starts and Bakugo makes soup and feeds it to him because the broccoli boy is too tired and shaky to do it himself. They go to recovery girl's office and after she gives them medicine, Bakugo makes sure he takes it.

Of course... Bakugo gets sick, but Midoriya is more than happy to return the favor; the only problem is that a Bakugo with fever has less inhibitions than his normal self.

He ends up looking like a cocoon (with a blanket wrapped around his body) and lying on Midoriya's lap while he demands headpats.

"Give me a kiss, nerd!"

This makes Midoriya blush to the tip of his ears, but he doesn't think much of it because (as he's constantly telling Uraraka) is probably because of Bakugo's fever that he's acting that way.

"Of course, Kacchan," he whispers, lovingly running his fingers through Bakugo's spiky hair before pulling it away to press his lips against the blond's forehead.

Mina is getting tired of them.

Bakugo gets better and he goes back to basically being Midoriya's perfect future husband.

He makes sure he eats and is constantly worrying about his training...

Mina finds them once in the common room; Midoriya is falling asleep as Bakugo reads something to him from his own notes.

Bakugo notices this, but he doesn't look upset, he just keeps reading in the softest tone of voice, Mina would've doubted it was actually him if she hadn't been watching him moving his lips the whole time.

Midoriya finally falls asleep and Bakugo puts a pillow on his own lap before helping Midoriya rest his head on it.

Then he starts running his fingers through his hair, not even flinching when Mina gets closer.

"If you wake him up–"

"I won't, I promise... It's just... why?"

"He's been having nightmares lately and he's afraid of sleeping now. But I just made him tea and I'm planning on keeping an eye on him so he should be fine."

Sometimes Mina wonders if Bakugo notices, if Bakugo can hear how besotted he sounds.

"Tell him how you feel."

For a second, Bakugo panics, but then relaxes as soon as he notices Midoriya is still fast asleep.

"I don't deserve–"

"Don't finish that sentence, Blasty... Or I'll tell Midoriya and I know he'll get very pissed at you for saying something like that."

Instead of getting angry at her, Bakugo chuckles and smiles fondly at Midoriya as he keeps running his fingers through his hair.

"You're right, he'd get mad."

***

It seems like Bakugo is going to actually follow Ashido's advice; yes, she told the others and class A has been impatiently waiting ever since.

Everyone's in the common room and suddenly Bakugo walks in with his cheeks slightly pink as he gets closer to Midoriya.

"Can we talk outside, Izuku?"

"Of course, Kacchan! Is this about our training session?"

"Not really..."

No one dares to follow them, but they certainly look through the windows and watch as Bakugo nervously stares at his own shoes and then looks back at Midoriya before telling him something.

Midoriya freezes, but his face starts turning pink until his freckles disappear for a moment.

Then, as they watch expectantly, the green bean jumps into Bakugo's arms and gives him a kiss on the lips that the blond returns with enthusiasm.

Then he stops before turning his head to glance at the window.

"I KNOW YOU'RE STILL WATCHING, PERVERTS. LOOK AWAY!" He yells right before Midoriya spots them and buries his head in the curve of Bakugo's neck in embarrassment. The blond puts one of his arms around him while he flips the rest of his classmates off.

Even though he's scowling at them, they all can tell he's very happy now. Midoriya is flustered but he's still enjoying himself because Bakugo starts kissing the top of his head to calm him down.

Everyone's very happy for them.

***

Patreon

#bnha #my hero academia #mha #bkdk #bakudeku #bakugou katsuki #izuku midoriya

310 notes · View notes