#one of them fell over and I haven’t gotten around to standing him back up yet D:

[ssssandwich]

happy birthday to Hawkeye and the. erm. 3 funko pops of him that r just watching me while I study, and write this!! 🎉🎉🎉

[halcyone-of-the-sea]

Hi, I just found your blog, and I love your Simon's fics! I was wondering if i could please request something where Reader and Simon had broken up bc he thought he put her in danger. After a few months, he comes to her after a mission and they spend the night but he leaves before she wakes up thinking hes doing whats best (and all that angsty jazz 🥲🤭) . A few weeks after she finds out shes pregnant and decides to take on her own, as reader thinks simon wouldnt care. But maybe one of the guys see her heavy preggo and tell simon, and hes fuming and super protective mode is on.

Sorry if it is too specific and for the terrible english. I just have this idea, and i dont think i can picture it right. Anyway, thanks for reading this and for your good work on your fics 💗 hope you have a lovely day

—Digging Gaze

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╰┈➤ ❝ [You indulge in a one-night-stand after you'd both called it quits, only, it leads to more problems. When he sees you again, how will he react to the swelling of your stomach?] ❞

You knew it was the effects of a less-than-gentle breakup, but you should have at least cursed him out before you let him have his way with you on the living room couch. You’d woken up back in bed, alone, and had gotten dropped back to where you had been weeks earlier—stuck in the throws of confusion and hurt. 

Simon had left you, and he never gave you a reason. 

A part of you was heated; pissed off and feeling betrayed by the insult, yet, the rest of you knew that Simon needed to have his reasons—he always did. Even if you didn’t agree with them, and you knew he tended to look at life with a glass-half-empty type of glance. 

So that left you here. 

You were pregnant. 

You’d found out two weeks after you’d slept together for that last time, your cheeks still hot from the memory and your fingers clutching the plastic of a test. 

Pregnant.

It had been a shock, a deep panic. The both of you had been reckless. Stupid. And while you had stared at those two pink lines, you felt a sinking in your gut akin to a drowning ship. Should you tell him? It would be proper, of course. 

But you don’t think you can face him again after you’d awaken to an empty bed—as if your entire relationship had only been about sex and not the deep nights of confessions and soft brushes of skin. You knew Simon Riley better than he probably knew himself.

And you wouldn’t put this on him.

At seven months, you couldn’t walk as much as you could before—and you would huff for breath as you went up the stairs to change the sheets—but who else could do it but you? Shopping also fell to you, and so, you pushed a large cart around and packed the metal basket with cravings and necessities. That was when you fell to a familiar face. 

“Johnny?” You ask, blinking. 

The Scot pauses, turning. His brows furrowed for a moment before a kind smile peeled his lips back.

“Hen!” He comes closer, laughing. “Well, I haven’t seen you in a good minute, then. What have you been up to in all—” 

The man freezes at the sight of your stomach, jaw going slack as you fight an internal war with yourself to say pleasantries and leave. 

“Hell,” Johnny clears his throat. “I guess you’ve been doin’ a great deal.” 

You sigh, shaking your head softly. “Thanks, Johnny.”

“I’m just joking, Little Lady.” The man laughs and waves a hand. “Who’s the lucky man then? I’ll have to meet him one of these days.”

Your face blanks and your lips snap shut in an instant. 

Blue eyes wait for an answer as the silence laps over itself. Slowly but surely, the realization dawns on his face in a tight pull of horror.

“You can’t tell him,” you interrupt his tight gasp. “Not a peep, MacTavish, you hear?”

“What the fuck,” he breathes at you, hand coming up to his mouth as he glances down at your swelling bump. “Holy hell.”

“Johnny,” you snap, his eyes jerk back to you. 

“It’s bloody Ghost’s—”

“You can’t,” you growl, coming closer, “tell him.”

“What do you mean I can’t tell him,” Johnny hisses under his breath, looking at the people passing by and lowering his tone. “You’re pregnant and he doesn’t know!”

“That’s the point,” you ease out, exasperated and feeling drained already. Jesus, you needed to go lay down—your back was killing you. “Johnny,” you breathe, growing softer as you reach out a hand and put it to his arm. He grips it and holds on, looking incredibly concerned. “He doesn’t need to know, okay? That’s a lot of stress on him, and you know what he does for work. Even worrying about me was hard on him, what do you think a child would do?”

“You can’t think like that,” the Scot mutters. “He can help—what, you mean to tell me you plan to do this by yourself?” It isn’t malicious how he says it; Johnny’s worried about you. Incredibly. “Hen, no,” he shakes his head. “No, you can’t.”

“I can, Johnny,” you frown, dread filling your heart. “And I will.”

In the future, you really had to take into account Johnny’s flapping lips when under the spell of alcohol. Maybe you had enough faith in him to watch himself for the last little while of your pregnancy as he had into the latter half of the eighth month.

And then three firm knocks were at your door, and when you opened it, you were face to face with a painted balaclava and frazzled brown eyes.

Those eyes immediately snap down, and not even a word is uttered to your face until then.

The both of you are stone-still. Frozen. Dead to all else. 

You swear it was hours of this—standing in the doorway with Simon’s fingers stiff in his pockets and his chest not even moving in a pulse or flare of his lungs. He doesn’t even blink. 

“How far along?” His voice is monotone. A low drone in the ringing of your ears.

Damn that Scot.

“Eight and a half,” you say quietly. 

Brown eyes shift up to yours. Simon stares, and you see his jaw clench under his balaclava, his shoulders moving. Again a long pause. 

“When’s the next appointment—”

“It’s a girl.” You see his eyelids peel back and halt there, watching you. “In case you care to stick around and see her.”

Cruel perhaps, but it was nothing short of how he acted while leaving you. 

Simon’s hidden face is slack, stuttering silently for a moment as the light fades outside.

“Didn’t…didn’t know,” he grunts out, blinking quickly.

“I know you didn’t,” you utter. “That was the point, Simon.”

“Johnny told me ‘bout it, didn’t believe him.” His brown eyes swirl, breaking. “Thought you’d mention it if you were.” 

“You left,” you breathe. “Why would I reach out to someone that did that to me.”

“M’sorry, I-I don’t…” Simon clears his throat, looking away. His eyes are glossy, fingers moving out of his pockets so his twitching hands can splay out. “Could have explained, but I didn’t know how, Love. I’m not…this isn’t…”

Words fail him just like his ability to explain his emotions. Part of him was angry—angry that you’d gone all this time without reaching out when he could have helped.

A daughter. 

But he was afraid, as well. Terrified. You were in the right and he knew it. Simon didn’t know the first thing about being a father…but then again, you didn’t know how to be a mother, either. 

This was new territory.

“Marry me,” Simon pushes out with a quick force of breath. 

“Wh—,” you choke on air. “What?”

“Let me make it up to you, yeah?” Gloved hands move at his sides, eyes honest but still shiny. “Wasn’t thinking—my fault and I can’t go on if I don’t know you’re safe.” He licks at the corner of his mouth. “...Both of you. Thought leaving would make the best sense, but I was…fucking hell. M’sorry.”

“Simon, there are many more ways other than marriage.” Your anger wasn’t something that could be washed away that easily, even if your heart fluttered at the idea and his apology.

You had more self-respect than that.

“Let me fix this,” he whispers, leaning closer. 

Your hand rests over your stomach, staying there as the minutes draw. Simon waits, nervous and his fingers tap on his thigh. You know he’s afraid. You know he’s nervous about what he could bring home from work, even if those are only his paranoia talking in his ear like a demon. 

You frown. 

You huff.

And you open the door wider.

“The sheets need changing in my room. Get on it.”

The man says nothing before he enters the house and slips off his boots; disappearing into the linen closet.

[babygirl-riley]

Daddy’s Gonna Buy You a Mockingbird

When coming home Simon hears his daughter start to fuss.

Warnings: angst, mentions of childhood trauma, fluff, swearing, Dad!Simon

simon x reader guide

simon x reader family edition

Simon was fucking tired, the mission was long and difficult. It took them 4 months to plan the fucker just for the target to know their every move. He lost lots of men and women those nights, they had to camp somewhere in the middle of the desert cause transportation got fucked.

He unlocked the door of his home and walked in. Immediately he heard the whimpering. Simon heard you trying to lullaby both of your toddler. Simon was told that she has been sick for almost 4 days. It was teething that led to two ear infections. His poor angel was getting her ass jumped left and right with them infections.

He took his mask and boots off leaving them on the shelf near the door. He locked the door as he made his way through the hallway. When getting closer he heard you sniffling. “I don’t know what to do baby girl,” The toddler cried harder as you cried with her. “I am sorry. What do you need baby?”

Simon tapped the door making you jump. At first you thought you were going to fight but then relief came through. “Simon,” You started to sob. “Just take a shower and I will be there in minute.”

“I can take her.” He said walking fully in.

“No,” You wiped your tears quickly before shaking your head. “It’s fine you just got home. Please just take a shower love.”

Simon nodded, he didn’t want to but he could tell if he didn’t you would burst. He saw the dark circles under your eyes, how red your eyes were. You haven’t gotten any sleep. That tugged at his best strings, you have been dealing with this all by yourself so he wants to be able to help you.

Simon quickly got into the shower, washing all the paint, blood, sweat, and dirt from him. He waited for a moment before turning the faucet off and get out. He heard your sobs once more as he wrapped the towel around himself. Opening the door that showed you laying on your side curled up. Simon walked up to you and sat next to your body. He placed a hand on your hip rubbing circles.

“Not the best welcome home,” You sighed turning to face him. “Im sorry.”

“For what love? Taking care of our child? Don’t ever apologize for that.” He reassured, basically whispering.

“Just me crying and Im so fucking tried. She doesn’t sleep nothing longer than maybe 5 minutes before she is screaming. And I wanted to give you a warmer welcome and instead buzzed you off and…”

“Thats enough sweethear’ it has been a long week for you,” He got up to grab sweatpants and went around to his side to pull the blankets up and over him. You watched as he laid and scooted closer to you wrapping his arm around you. “Come ‘ere, get some sleep my dove.”

He doesn’t remember when you fell asleep or even him. Simon heard the soft whimpers start, you didn’t move and he was glad that you didn’t. He was also very happy that you moved out of his grasp while in your sleep. Simon carefully and quietly headed out of the room. Rubbing his tired eyes as he made it to his daughter’s room.

When he approached the room there she was. Standing up in her crib crying, once her eyes landed on his she cried harder. “Daddy.” She called a couple of times.

“Alright princess, you’re alright daddy’s here.” He said picking her up.

It took him a back of how hot she is, sweat gripping her pjs. Her crying increasing as she gripped onto his shoulder. “Shhh I know,” He said bouncing up and down. “I know baby.”

He felt her diaper and walked to the changing table, which to her was a sin. When he placed her down she screamed a bit, immediately he gently placed a palm on her chest. Putting small pressure. She stopped screaming as she still cried. His daughter loved when he did that when she wanted to be cuddled yet when he had to do certain things like this.

Because of how many times he has done this with her, he one handed did the diaper. He left her only in her diaper, get some air to her skin due to sweating and her being hot. As she still cried, he picked her up and lead out of the room walking to the kitchen. “Let’s try a warm bottle and me a tea yeah?” He said quietly, holding her close as she still cried.

While working on the bottle he rocked back and forth waiting for the teapot to heat up. He wrapped both of his arms around her holding her more close. “I’m ‘orry my birdie, teeth are arseholes. I know.”

She held around his neck placing her head down on his shoulder. Simon kept holding on until the smallest noise came from the pot. He didn’t want to wake you, he was even surprised you haven’t woke up yet. His daughter became more whimpering than crying.

He poured his mug first so the water could cool down just a bit more. Then poured water into her bottle. He made his tea before finish making her bottle. Afterward he walked to the living room and placed the tv on. Miss Rachel was her favorite to watch lately, that’s what you mentioned.

He placed her forward towards the tv as he placed his mug on the side table. Simon held her close to him as she drank her bottle. Rubbing her belly as he watched the show with her. He hated this woman, just found her annoying, you mentioned to him that it was her job to do that fake high pitch thing. To him it just made him want to mute it and never see it again.

His daughter leaned closer to him as he sipped his tea. She sniffled and hiccuped due to crying the whole time. He smoothed her thick blonde hair back, making her eyes roll. Another thing she gets from him. People massaging his scalp or play with his hair he would pass out from.

After three videos both Simon and her were laying on the couch. He had her on his chest with a blanket on both of them. “Shh I know,” He said as she started to whimper again. “Daddy is here, don’t worry. He will stay. I would do anythin’ for you not to be in this pain.”

She sucked on her binki her eyes rolling fighting sleep. Yet another thing she got from him. Fighting sleep. Simon remembered when you told him you were pregnant with her. He was terrified. Scared that he wouldn’t be good to her, that he would turn into his own father.

Simon actually left for hours from the house making you think that it was a bad idea to tell him. Until he came back in tears, first time you seen him break down. Telling you his fears and worries. You would comfort him and hold him that he has never been an ounce of his father. Never be like him.

Simon remembered when he asked for his dad to hold him. His dad told him to stop being a child, to grow up. Or even watch him cry in pain and laugh at the fact he was crying. He even remember Tommy being hit for even mentioning that his throat hurt. Telling him that is something to be crying about when he was hurt.

Because of those memories he was going on for months in his mind that he didn’t believed that, didn’t believe that he would be a good father, it wasn’t until she was born. When he held her in his big hands. He knew that this was the opportunity to not be his low life father. And yet here he was being not that, his father would have never been comforting him when he was sick. Holding him. Loving him. He was grateful to be able to be here for her. For you. To show the love and care that he wanted to.

Simon sighed as he felt her breathing slow down, falling into deep sleep. He settled more down into the couch as he closed his eyes, holding on to his princess.

You woke up with the sun beaming into the room. You groaned as you placed a hand to where Simon would have been. It was cold. You opened your eyes and frowned. Was a dream that he was home? You sighed getting up and heading to your daughter’s room. For it to be empty too.

You walked around the house figuring out where the hell was your daughter. Which when you heard Miss Rachel on the tv and two figures on the couch. It made your heart swell. You walked to around to face both your daughter clinging onto her father. Simon softly snoring and his daughter as well. You forget how similar they look.

The soft features of when they slept. Their hair. Their nose. You also noticed that she was just in her diaper and didn’t look sweaty. You inhaled deeply feeling a bit of relief. Hopefully that means that her temperature went down and back to normal.

You smiled thinking about the time where you were almost about to pop. Simon holding your tummy telling your daughter that he will protect her with every ounce of his being. Not matter where or what she is doing, he will be there. You would play with his hair as he rubbed your tummy, feeling her move every time he would place a hand on your tummy.

You grabbed both bottle and mug, walking back to the kitchen. “Definitely going to be a daddy’s girl.” You whispered, starting to make breakfast for your perfect family.

[r0ttenhearts]

wasted on you |||

idol scaramouche x reader

part Ii

“ohmygosh, have you heard 4nemo’s new single?

“it’s sooo good (y/n!) you have to listen to it.”

“who’s your favorite one? mine would have to be scaramouche.”

your smile would always falter at the mention of his name. not like your friends ever knew you were acquaintanced with the idol group. “i don’t really like idol stuff, it’s not my thing.” you would always brush them off, refusing to take one of their earbuds to listen to the songs they wanted to show you.

hearing scaramouche’s voice again wouldn’t help you, not when you’ve gotten this far. not when you’ve moved on from him.

with college exams over and the end of your final year coming to a close you found yourself with nothing but time. with time came too many thoughts that would tumble around in your mind. too many what if’s and what could have been’s had plagued your mind since leaving scaramouche there backstage.

leaving him was so difficult, but being without him felt harder. you couldn’t help but sigh, now sitting alone in your room as the memories came back to you.

memories of splitting popsicles with him, after rehearsal drinks with his friends, smoking in a field together one of the rare times he was free from his filled schedule.

sometimes you couldn’t help but miss it. but then came the.. not so pleasant memories. the tears, the sore throat after screaming at each other, the way he’d always leave after an argument.

“please, scara! i just want you here with me. just this once. it’s been three years. give me this at least, please. i haven’t seen you in so long.”

remembering your own pleads to him never failed to make your heart ache. it still felt as if there was something unresolved, even after giving him his engagement ring back.

“i don’t wanna fucking see you (y/n)! id rather spend time with my friends doing something i enjoy than wasting my time with you.”

here comes the waterworks. tears would prick in the corners of your eyes when you remembered his tone that day. that angry look on his face.. he never looked so bothered before. it scared you so much that you still remembered it now, two years later.

it was strange seeing him on billboards and ads all across town and even on your own phone. in contrast to the angry glare he held for you, but an indifferent look to the public. would he still look at you that way? or would he look at you the same way he would everyone else?

curiosity got the best of you as you tapped on your phone, looking up his profile on instagram. there he was, looking the same as ever. maybe a little thinner but he still looked as beautiful as the day you left him.

a small smile graced your lips for a moment before it fell, seeing how much fun he had been having with his friends. you still kept in contact with kazuha, but never bothered to ask about him. you both knew it wouldn’t be good for you, so it was an unspoken rule.

“at least he’s doing well..” you mumbled to yourself before shutting off your phone. groaning internally, you knew this was a problem you had to deal with. this constant turmoil inside your head.

you decided you’d put an end to this. once and for all. you thought up a plan before texting kazuha, telling him what you wanted to resolve. despite his gentle warnings you wouldn’t listen. you just had to get through to him! make him understand your reasoning.

eventually kazuha gave in, and now you were standing in the pit to one of their concerts. it made you feel queasy remembering the last time you attended one. with your head hung low you waited for the group to start, they were opening for another up and coming idol group. it almost made you smile seeing scaramouche walk on stage with that glittery white outfit. the same glare on his features as before. he didn’t change, did he?

that sentiment making anxiety well up inside of you. you didn’t know how he would take it. seeing you again after so long. but you didn’t want him to know you were there to begin with, so you hid away from view, angled at a way that you could still watch them perform.

watching them now reminded you of one of the first concerts you ever went to of theirs, thanks to scaramouche getting tickets for you. that feeling of bubbling excitement and anxiousness when they were still so early in their career. you used to genuinely hope that they would make it, and they did!

his singing was stronger than it used to be, voice full of emotions as his eyes were fixated on the mic. a part of you missed this. coming to his shows, watching him give his all to the crowd of people that came just to see him and his friends.

as the group left the stage you sent a text to kazuha, walking away from the crowd and to the meeting spot he had told you about. it wasn’t like you didn’t already know where they were going, they always went to the same bar after every performance.

pushing open the grimy doors to the bar, you could see his back as you walked in. scaramouche was sitting at a table with his friends, drink in hand already as you walked up to them. you pulled out a seat next to scaramouche, crossing your arms over your chest as the guys looked at you excitedly, scaramouche not sharing the same sentiment.

“hey guys, long time no see.” heizou laughed loudly, patting scaramouche on his shoulder as they left the table. now it was just you and scaramouche.

he held this look of shock on his face, like he’d seen a ghost. his mouth slightly opening and closing, almost like a fish.

“hey.” you said softly, putting your hand on his arm. “are you real?” he asked you, now looking directly at you rather than trying not to meeting your gaze.

“of course i am, what do you mean by that? have you been dreaming about me too?” you ask, half joking but half serious as he had been plaguing your dreams for the past few months.

“don’t say things like that (y/n)..” he spoke quietly, taking a sip of his beer. you nod silently, watching him take a sip of his drink.

“i know, this is kind of weird. especially since i’m the one that left you but, it’s been haunting me. and i just want to talk.” you admit to him, looking down at your hands. suddenly your nails seemed much more interesting than to look at him.

“yeah, i think we’re due for that.” he said before sliding his drink over, taking your hands in his without warning. “look, (y/n). i know that back then i wasn’t great to you, far from it actually. i’ve thought about what you said to me that night ever since. i’m not asking for your forgiveness, nor am i asking you to get back together with me. but i just want you to know that i’m sorry. i regret wasting us, wasting what we had. i do love being an idol, but it doesn’t give me the same satisfaction as i got when i was with you.”

you nodded silently at his words, looping your arms around his neck as you hugged him. the words you had longed to hear were now finally being said. “that’s all i wanted.” you spoke quietly in his ear, your voice cracking with tears. “i just wanted that from you scara.”

you wiped your tears away as you pulled back, taking one of his hands in both of yours. “i want to be in your life again, not as lovers, not yet. but as friends. i’ve missed you all this time.” scaramouche nodded, taking his free hand and placing it on top of yours. “i can work with that.”

what you both didn’t see were the rest of the boys from 4nemo watching the scene unfold from the bar window. heizou’s loud cheering being shushed by xiao as both of your heads whipped to the window, red covering your faces in embarrassment.

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[sweetlittlefawntears]

♡ my, my girl ♡

au : divider by chilumitos ! sorry i haven’t posted in a while i’ve been so tired n not motivated at allllll but im here haha i wanted to do more brothers best friend ellie ahhhhh i hope u all enjoy n sorry this isn’t that good like i said im feelin v unmotivated haha ;; i know i said yes to requests but i literally cannot do them rn please please bear with me

cw : DONT LIKE DONT READ !! virgin!fem reader x brothers best friend ellie williams , ellie is a bit of a perv , ellie dosent know how to convey her feelings so sometimes she’s mean (lol she’s a loser) , oral (reader receiving), NOT PROOFREAD DONT COME FOR ME ITS ONE AM. that’s it i think ?

wc : 1.8k

౨ৎ your brother had a best friend named ellie for as long as you could remember. she was gorgeous, with emerald green eyes that shone beautifully in the sun, and short auburn hair that looked so soft and cute as it fell around her face and ears.

౨ৎ you walked downstairs from your room, tired from studying and being holed up in your room all day. as you walked downstairs, you saw ellie and your brother sitting together in the kitchen, talking. you usually didn’t pay them any mind, but ellie kept staring at you. you hadn’t realized she would be downstairs, and were caught off guard when you realized she was standing in the middle of your kitchen.

౨ৎ as you walked downstairs, you moved to grab a glass from the cabinet behind ellie, but she didn’t budge. “can you move, please?” you say, exasperated. “look who finally came out of her cave!” ellie said, teasing you. you rolled your eyes as ellie finally stepped out of the way so you could get your glass. you walked over to the fridge, and ellie liked the way she could see your legs and thighs. you weren’t wearing much, just some small shorts and a white tank top, since you didn’t think anyone would be over at your house today. you also weren’t wearing a bra, because why would you do that in your own room? well, it was a bad idea, because ellie could see the entire outline of your body under the tight clothes you were wearing.

౨ৎ “damn, you showin’ off or something?” she says as you sip water from your glass. you glance at your brother, who is too obsessed with his phone to notice anything. “huh?” he says, looking up from his phone, oblivious. “cmon, let’s go watch something” he motions to the living room. ellie follows him, not paying any other glance to you.

౨ৎ later that night, you hear ellie and your brother fighting, no doubt over some stupid video game, or who won the fight they had just gotten into. you walk around your room, bored, but not wanting to go talk to your brother, because that meant seeing ellie.

౨ৎ you eventually decide to just take a shower and call it a night. you gather your things, grab a towel, and head to the bathroom when you see ellie standing right outside your bathroom door. you grab onto the towel you’re holding, and try not to act angry. “did you need something?” you say. “going somewhere?” ellie says in return. “i’m about to take a shower…?” you point to the fluffy white towel in your arms. ellie looks away, and grabs the back of her neck, rubbing it. “fuck, ellie, don’t imagine her naked…” she thinks to herself as she looks at you. “i was just gonna ask if you…wanted to watch a movie with us, but i guess- you uh…” she stutters.

౨ৎ “are you feeling okay?” you asks not used to seeing ellie like this. usually she was making some snide remark at you or pushing you around, trying to get you mad or riled up. she loved it when you were angry, it was so cute, like a little tiger. “i’m fine. are you?” ellie says, deflecting. “right. i’m gonna take that shower now.” you say, opening the door to the bathroom.

౨ৎ after your shower, you get out and walk into your bedroom, slipping on a cute pajama set, a small light gray baby tee and little gray shorts. it was your favorite. you were about to flop down on your bed and tuck yourself in to read your favorite book when you heard a slight knocking at your door.

౨ৎ you got up, a little annoyed that someone had interrupted your relaxing alone time, walked over to the door and opened it ready to tell whoever it was to go away when you saw ellie standing there. it was strange; she had never come up to your room like this before…

౨ৎ “hey. can we talk?” ellie said, and without waiting for your permission she stepped into your room. “nice room.” she commented, looking around. “what is it?” you asked timidly, seeing her walk around and pick up small trinkets and photos on your dresser.

౨ৎ “well…” she said, putting down a picture of you and your brother and turning to take a step closer to you. “we havent always gotten along, but..i never realize that youve gotten so..” she trailed off, wondering how to not sound creepy (which she totally was) talking about how much different you looked. how much more beautiful you looked lately…

��ৎ “gotten so…what?” you say, honestly curious about where she was taking this. “cmon, you know. you…look good.” ellie said, eyeing you up and down slightly. “and you’re saying this, why?” you ask, slightly bratty since you felt it was your right, after all, she was so rude to you all the time, and never missed a chance to tease you. “cmon, puppy, youre cute. you know what i mean.”

౨ৎ and there it was. that stupid nickname she had given you. “puppy” might have sounded sweet, but ellie only teased you when you were younger for being naive, hence the nickname. but that was in the past, the nickname seemed so different now, almost loving.

౨ৎ she stepped closer to you, reaching out to touch your arms. “cmon, i see the way you look at me now too. i like you, ok?” she said, a little sternly, as if she was trying to convince you to even be in the same room as her. “ellie, this is-“ but she cut you off before you could continue by cupping your face and kissing you.

౨ৎ “are you okay?” ellie said, pulling back to see your flustered face. you took a minute to get used to the feeling of her actually wanting to touch you, to be near you, but once you had gotten over that, all you wanted was to feel her lips on yours. you were nervous, you’d only been kissed a few times and you could tell ellie wanted to do a bit more than just that.

౨ৎ you were pressed against the wall next to your bed, whimpering under her. “needy, huh?” she said, pressed her right knee between your legs. “i like patient girls, y’know.” as she grinded against you, giving you the friction you so desperately craved, you couldnt help but moan softly into her mouth as her tongue brushed your lips, silently asking to be let in. of course you spread those pretty lips of yours to let her taste every inch of your mouth, faint sounds coming from both of you as you kissed filling room with a sinful air of lust and heat.

౨ৎ eventually you two make your way over to your own bed, sitting in ellies lap with your back pressed against her chest, ellie comfortingly shushing you and reassuring you that she would take good care of you. “shh, bun, s’okay. ive gotcha.” she said soothingly as she pulled down the little gray shorts you were wearing and tossing them to the side of your bed.

౨ৎ as her hand trailed down, further towards your panties, slipping under the soft cotton, she felt the wetness of your cunt under her slender fingers. “this your first time…?” she asked, rubbing gentle circles around your clit. “well- thats…” you trail off. “none of my business?” she finishes your sentence for you. “s’okay if it is, bun.” she says as she continues to circle your pearl, drawing out whimpers from you.

౨ৎ ellie puts her hand over your mouth. “sorry bun, s’much as i like hearing those pretty sounds, you dont want your brother to know about this, do you?” she was right, like always. you shook your head slightly, almost unable to comprehend anything except the way her soft fingers felt touching you. “so, so wet for me…” she says among other praises.

౨ৎ “you think you’re ready bun?” she says, sliding her fingers towards your sweet entrance. “mhm…” you said, almost shaking with anticipation, holding onto her forearm, her other hand still gently covering your mouth. as she slides two fingers inside you, you grip onto her thigh as she continues to slowly push her fingers in and out of you. “so good, bun. just like that.” she said as you moaned softly each time she pulled out of you.

౨ৎ “you look so cute like this..i wish i couldve seen it earlier.” ellie said, smiling to herself at the proud moment of being able to be the first one to have you like this. “taking my fingers so well, huh?” she said, not even expecting a reply as you were already too fucked out to think for yourself.

౨ৎ “you can cum whenever you want, bun.” she said. usually she wouldve made you beg for it, or been a little mean, but there was something about how sweet and pure you looked taking her fingers, sitting between her legs on your own bed committing such a sinful act that enticed her so much she couldnt wait to feel you lose yourself and cum all over her fingers.

౨ৎ as you whimpered softly under her, she moved the hand over your mouth to softly stroke your thigh. “s’okay, just be quiet…” she said as she comforted you, still pushing those damn fingers in and out of you. it didnt take long after that for you to cum, trying to hold back your moans, and of course she praised you the whole way through.

౨ৎ “aw, you just look so so cute like this…” she said, looking at your face, slightly flushed and sweaty from the way she had made you feel. without missing a beat she slowly pulled her fingers out of you, and, since she was ellie, bringing them to her mouth to lick them clean.

౨ৎ as you layed on her, breathing still heavy, she got up and guided you to the bathroom, cleaning you gently and whispering sweet nothings and apologies for you being overly sensitive. the coldness of the bathroom and the warmth of her body and hands on you, and the way ellie helped you step into a fresh pair of panties felt so loving to you.

౨ৎ as you laid next to her in your bed, she softly stroked your hair, watching you as you fell asleep, kissing your cheek and cuddling you from behind. she hoped you would still feel good about this in the morning.

౨ৎ it was definitely safe to say that your first time being with ellie was exactly the way it was supposed to happen.

HAIII thank you for reading im literally so fucking tired and this is so so so shitty i swear on my life i hate this but i really reallllyyy wanted to post for you all :( im sorry for not getting to requests i will try my best but like i said ive been so so sooo unmotivated, anyways ENOUGH PITY PARTYING hopefully someone will enjoy this AHHHH

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @ghostlypie

warnings: swearing, menstruation, hunting a vampire nest, violence

“I said no.” Dean said, voice firm as we stood in the hotel room. I crossed my arms over my chest and stared him down. “That’s final (Y/N).” Sam glanced between us, hands frozen over the keyboard of his laptop.

“dean, it’s not fair and you know it!” I shot back. Deans jaw clenched and I raised an eyebrow.

“I’m gonna…” Sam said before slipping out of his chair and exiting the room. Dean sighed and rubbed his forehead.

“it’s a vamp nest (Y/N). They can smell blood.” He took a step forward and put his hands on my arm. “You’re bleeding ain’t you?” His eyes glanced down and I scoffed. “It’s blood isn’t it? And blood is blood!” I scoffed again and pushed him away.

“I’m coming dean.” I said. “Whether you like it or not. It’s a vamp nest dean. As you keep reminding me. And a big one. We’re gonna need the three of us.” Dean sighed.

“fine.” He said, throwing his hands up. “But I’m keeping an eye on you. One even gets close I’m shooting at will.”

“who’s will? And what did he do to get shot?” I teased as I went about gearing up. Dean started muttering under his breath and I sighed. Closing my eyes, I shook my head. I walked over to where he was standing and wrapped my arms around him. I kissed his shoulder and dean relaxed. “I know you’re worried. But I’ll be fine. Promise. This isn’t the first time I’ve been on a hunt while on my period. It won’t be the last. And you forget that I’ve had a long career before meeting you and Sammy. This isn’t my first time ganking vamps on my period.” Dean turned to me with shock on his face. I nodded and gave him a tight smile.

“(Y/N).” He said, holding tightly to my arms. “You haven’t…” I nodded and leaned my head against his.

“anything to survive. And wipe them out.” I leaned in to kiss his cheek. “Right?” Dean sighed and kissed my forehead.

“alright. You can come. But I have to be happy about it.” He said. I nodded and headed out to baby. The drive over was tense and quiet. Sam kept looking between dean and i, probably wondering what was going on. When we got there, we got out and checked ourselves over.

“everyone ready?” I asked. Sam nodded. Dean gave me a look before nodding.

“yeah. Let’s go.” He said. We pulled our guns and went in. It was quiet, making dean and I nervous. We shared a look and nodded. We fanned out and I took a deep breath to steady my nerves. I kept dean in my sight line as I headed towards the wall. I heard a shot to my left where Sam was and another vamp jumped out in front of me, teeth bared.

“Hi.” I deadpanned, pulling the trigger. The vamp fell back and another emerged.

“you shouldn’t have come here. We can smell you.” The vampire said. I raised an arm, keeping my gun level.

“didn’t realize I smelled that bad.” I said. “Hey dee? Do I smell?” There was a shot to my right and dean appeared next to me.

“no.” He said. “Thought you showered this morning.” I nodded.

“these suckers say they can smell me.” I said. Dean shook his head.

“told you not to come.” He said as the vamps started to swarm up. Dean and I ducked around each other, firing off shots as we went. I ran out of bullets and put my gun in my waistband. “You out?” Dean asked as I ducked under his arm and grabbed the knife from his boot.

“yeah.” I said, slashing a vamp in the neck. “But it’s fine. I got this.” I rolled away as a vamp got a little too close. I pinned the last one to the wall with the knife from my belt and slashed its neck, catching my knife on its way down. A shot rang out and I jumped. Turning around, I saw a vamp fall to the floor in front of me. Gulping, I looked back up at dean. His chest was heaving as he stared at me.

“like I said. I wasn’t going to take my eyes off you.” He whispered as I ran over to hug him. Dean wrapped his arms around me tightly, the fact that the vamp had gotten that close scaring the both of us. “But I will say I’m disappointed now.” I pulled back and frowned.

“what?” I asked. “Why?” Dean leaned in and kissed me hard, moving my hand down to his jeans. I giggled when my fingers made contact with his bulge.

“you were so hot doing that and I can’t even have you.” He whined. I laughed and pulled him in for a kiss again, tucking his knife into his belt.

“don’t worry dee. It’s only going to be a few more days.” I assured him as he picked me up. Carrying me out to the impala, he leaned his head against mine.

“a few more days too long.” Dean groaned. I laughed as dean put me in the passenger seat. “Sammy! Let’s go!” He honked the horn as Sam came out of the nest, tossing a lighter behind him to burn it to the ground.

[augustvandyne]

addison montgomery x reader, private practice style pretty pls

i love a good “who did this to you?” lots of angst and care taker addison. giving you kisses when you’re stuck in a hospital bed.

i also love a little bit of addison crying on the shoulder of someone worried about you.

i love a good who did this to you moment as well. and i also live for the angst!!

tw: mentions of charlottes accident, mentions of past abusive relationship

who did this?

You couldn’t have possibly seen it coming. You thought you’d gotten away from him, but now it was evident you hadn’t.

Sam found you as you were leaving the hospital, and thank god he did.

You definitely weren’t in a good state at all, and you’d been out for a while. You’d had surgery done by Charlotte for internal bleeding and you were going to make it.

But again, you weren’t in a good state.

Addison found out almost immediately, as she was getting prepared to leave when Charlotte and Sam were rolling you inside from the entrance.

Charlotte had to tell Addison to get back because she was a conflict of interest.

You fell for Addison quickly after moving here a few years ago, and you obviously never thought your ex would find you.

You laid back in a hospital bed now, slowly coming out of consciousness.

“She’s waking up,” You recognize the voice to be from your best friend, Cooper.

“It’s a slow process, Coop,” Charlotte sighs upsettingly. “She’s been almost waking up for hours now.”

Your vision is blurry as you try to take in the bodies in the room. It only looked like there was Addison, Charlotte, Violet and Cooper in the room.

You feel wetness on your right hand, and you assume that’s where Addison is sitting. You can barely see Violet pacing back in forth in front of your hospital bed, as well as Charlotte trying to console Cooper on your left side.

“I don’t understand what happened,” You hear Coopers heart breaking, and yours breaks all over for all of them. You wish you could tell them.

“It had to have been someone from her past,” Violet says, her pointer finger and thumb digging into her eyes. She was tired.

You imagine Charlotte hollowing her cheeks in anger.

She wasn’t sure about you at first when you first moved back to LA due to you being Coopers closest friend and her being undeniably in love with him, but she came around to you eventually. And now, she was like a sister to you just like Cooper was a brother.

“We’ll find them,” Charlottes says in her southern drawl. “He or she. Whoever that may be. We’ll get her justice just like you did for me.”

You feel Addison’s grip adjust in your hand, and you know that hit a spot. Even thinking about something like that happening to you hurt her deeply.

“What do you think Addison?” Violet asks, but only receives silence. You haven’t heard Addison say a word since you had slightly woken. “Addison?”

You feel her lift her head and look at the other three people in your room before standing and exiting the room.

You see Violet exit as well behind her.

“I should,” Charlotte nods and kisses Cooper on the head before exiting as well.

“Y/n/n,” Cooper grabs your left hand. “You need to wake up soon, got it? You’re driving me insane, and you’re driving Addison insane. And.. although she won’t admit it, you’re driving Charlotte insane too. She cares about you too. We all do.”

You’re listening to what he says as you try to make out what is happening in the hall.

Addison has her hands on her hips and she’s looking up at the ceiling. Most likely to stop the tears from hitting her cheeks. She has her lips pressed together to stop any quiet cries from escaping her lips.

Charlotte says something that makes her bow her head, finally breaking and letting everyone else see the tears.

You knew Charlotte wasn’t one for PDA, so you were surprised when you made out her figure wrapping around Addison’s to comfort her.

“It’s going to be okay,” Charlotte rubs her back. “I care about her just as much. And I’m just as scared as you.”

“We’re all here for you Addison,” Violet promises.

You awake fully, your eye site still blurry, but clearing up, nonetheless.

“Guys,” Cooper widens his eyes, coming to the edge of the door, hanging onto the door frame.

Addison removes her head from Charlottes shoulder and is immediately by your side again.

“Y/n?” Her eyebrows are crunched up sadly, and you’re afraid if you speak she might start crying again. “Oh, my sweet girl.”

“We should leave them,” Violet suggests from the doorway.

Cooper and Charlotte nod, and reluctantly follow the woman out.

“I was so scared,” Addison leans her head down, kissing your scraped up knuckles. “My heart dropped when I saw you on the bed. I didn’t know what to do or say.”

“I’m sorry,” Your voice is scratchy. “It’s going to be okay.”

“It’s not, Y/n,” She shakes her head angrily. “Who did this to you?”

“My ex,” You squeeze her hand in reassurance.

“Who are they?” She asks with tears streaming freely.

“It was a man,” You cough. “He was abusive when I was with him and that’s why I moved here in the first place. To get away from him.”

Addison shakes her head, “I’m never letting you out of my sight again.”

You smile lightly at your girlfriend because you know she isn’t lying.

“Come here,” You move over in the bed, wincing slightly at the movement.

“Are you sure?” Addison asks. “I dont want to hurt you.”

“Addie, you won’t hurt me,” You laugh lightly. “I promise.”

She slides into the bed alongside you, moving so your head is on top of her chest and her arms are around you. She kisses you softly on the head.

You tilt your head up at her so she could kiss you on the lips, and she does.

“I love you Addie, thank you for taking care of me.”

“I will always take care of you,” She nods and the two of you fall asleep on the bed together. If you’re going to be uncomfortable, Addison may as well be uncomfortable with you.

[xo-hugs-n-kisses-ox]

Rumination

Ruminate

(v.) To think about something deeply

After Edward left her, Bella Swan fell apart. Desperate to try and save his eldest daughter, Charlie brings his youngest daughter to Forks to see if she can bring her sister out of her depression.

Now, y/n must try to help her sister find her way back to the light while also trying to navigate her Junior year of high school in the odd town of Forks.

Chapter Two: Adjustments

Now Playing: It Almost Worked by TV Girl

Chapter warnings: unwanted advances, cursing, mentions of alcohol/beer. Nothing overly described.

Jacob had gotten bigger since I last saw him.

It was a given, obviously, since I had last seen him when I was nine and he was seven with a missing front tooth and a slight lisp because of it.

But it was more than that, I think.

He had shot up like a tree, tall and lean now, but it was visiblethat his muscles were starting to bulk up. His hair looked thicker and his face was losing its boyish roundness, turning into sharp cheekbones and almond eyes.

I hopped out of the truck as Bella turned it off, and I walked into the barn with a flourish, not bothering to knock.

“Oh, oops,” I said, realizing Jacob had more friends over.

They were two boys sitting with Jacob, who stood when I walked in.

“Sorry,” I said, “I didn’t realize Jake had friends over.”

“No, no, it’s ok,” one of the boys said, standing also and turning to face Bella and I fully. “No worries, right, Embry?”

Embry, also standing now, is tall and thin. His hair falls in slight waves around his head and his eyes are soft and dark.

Jacob rolls his eyes at his friends, coming over to give Bella and I a hug.

“Quit getting taller, you ass!” I grumble as he gives me a hug. He just laughs.

“Are your friends staying..?” Bella asks, looking at them. Jacob shrugs.

“If you two don’t mind.” He says, turning again to look at me. I shrug, wandering to the back of the garage and pulling out a blanket and pillow that I had stashed away.

Quil and Embry, whose names I learn quickly, stay and watch Jacob and Bella fix up the bikes.

I talk to them, amused with their humor. They were a bit childish, but it wasn’t annoying.

Quil was cheery and all smiles, and Embry was more reserved and quiet. They were both such genuine people. It was refreshing.

“So, what did you guys do for winter break?” I ask, looking towards Embry and Quil.

Eagerly, Quil tells me about the bonfire they had and all the food he ate. I smile as I listen to him talk, his story-telling humorous and fast-paced.

Before he launched into another story, Jacob interrupted Quil to ask, “Y/n, would you get some waters from the fridge?”

I nod, standing up from the pallet I had made in the ground and wandering into the house to grab bottles of water for everyone.

I pass them out, and Quil picks up where he left off without hesitation. I laugh more than I have in a while because of his stories and Embry’s sharp tongued quips when his friend got a little overzealous with his descriptions of events.

I knew Bella was having fun, too.

She would snicker at Embry’s sly words and Quil’s fanciful stories, looking up to watch them argue before going back to helping Jacob, a smile on her face.

I smiled wider, contentment blooming in my chest.

---

“Hey, guys!” I greet, smiling as I walk up to where Sam sits with Jared and Paul in the booth.

“Hey, y/n,” Sam says, looking weary and tired.

Concerned, I ask him, “Are you alright, Sam?”

He smiles, rubbing his face.

“Haven’t been sleeping well, that’s all.” He tells me, and I’d believe it.

His skin is paler than normal, his face looking drawn and thin. The skin under his eyes is ashen and ruddy, a clear sign of his lack of good sleep.

Jared doesn’t look much better. His hair is fizzy around his head, the braids he kept it in messy. It’s clear that he hasn’t had a chance to redo them in a while, which is unusual because he takes great pride in the appearance of his “luscious locks.” He, too, has heavy eye bags. He’s not pale like Sam is, instead looking flushed, almost feverish.

Paul, who I don’t have much to compare with, seemed in rough shape, too. He has a bruise on his jaw and a scabbed over cut through his brow, looking like he got into a fight. His expression seems grumpier than it normally does, which is saying something.

“Milkshake, Pepsi, water?” I ask, glancing at the three of them.

Paul looks up from to table to make eye contact with me.

“Coffee, please.” He said gruffly, and I nod. He sits stiffly in his seat, his shoulders tense and his face drawn.

I bring them their drinks quickly, setting a bowl of sugars and creamers down beside Paul’s hand. His fingers twitch, almost a flinch.

“What do you boys want to eat tonight?” I ask, pen to paper as I wait.

Jared ends up getting a large stack of pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon, and sausage. Sam gets his usual sandwiches and fries, and Paul decides on a chicken sandwich, pulled pork sandwich, and a large basket of fried pickles.

Tonight’s slower than ever, save for a group of men on the other side of the diner who have come this way to have some beers. Why they chose Roy’s is beyond me, but it’s probably because they’re dirt cheap.

I get them their food quickly, turning around to help Chelsea bring bottles of beer to the table she was working.

As I set them down on the table, one of the men put his arm around my waist and pull me to his seat.

“Well aren’t you just darlin’,” the man says, his eyes struggling to focus on me. My face twitches before I can stop it, my lips pulling up in disgust.

His friends laugh at him, wolf whistling at him.

“I don’t think she like that, Freddy,” one of them snickers, and Chelsea tries to tug me away.

“Come on, sit with us a while!” The dunk man says, trying to tug me into his lap. I try and politely refuse, but he just pinches my side and pulls harder.

“Enough, asshole,” I say, shoving away from him and quickly taking a step back. “I’m working, and you’re old enough to be my father. I’m not sitting with you, I’m not going home with you, and I’m not serving you any more drinks.”

Chelsea grabs my hand when the man, outraged, staggers to his feet to look over me.

My heart drops to my stomach as the drunkard takes a lumbering step forward, but a hand reaches out from behind me to shove him back into his seat.

“She told you to fuck off, didn’t she?” He says, his voice rough.

“She don’t know what she wants,” the man before me slurs, trying to stand again.

“Sit your ass down before I sit you down.” My eyes grow slightly wide as I glance at Paul, his face contorted with anger. He’s shaking slightly, and I reach back to push Chelsea farther away as I scurry a step back

“Paul.”

All three of us turn when Sam comes over, reaching out to grab Paul’s shoulder. He gives him a meaningful look, and Paul begrudgingly takes a step back.

Paul turns back to Chelsea and I, reaching his arm out to usher us back to the other side of the room, towards where Jared sits, watching.

I take a moment to really look at Paul as he guides us closer to the kitchen.

He’s tall, taller even than Jacob is now. He’s not quite as tall as Sam, who’s bordering on 6’5”, but I think he might be close. His shoulders are broad and muscular, his arms thick with cords of muscle. Like Jared, his shirt is tight around his chest and arms, but loose around his abdomen. His hair is loosely hanging around his face, a few locks curling around his jaw and ears while the rest hangs down to his collar.

As if feeling my gaze, he looks down at me when we stop walking. I clear my throat, looking away from him and back to Chelsea.

“Thank you, Paul. I appreciate your help.” I say quietly, my hand still firmly locked with Chelsea’s. She nods emphatically, her ringlet curls bouncing with the force.

He only nods, his jaw still clenched. Sam returns to the table as the group of drinks leave, grumbling to themselves.

“Are you okay, y/n?” He asks me, looking between Chelsea and I. I nod, shrugging.

“Disgusted, but yeah. It’s not the first time those guys have come here and made us feel gross.” I tell him, sighing.

Sam sighs, reaching out to pat my shoulder as he sits back down.

“Thank you for getting them to leave!” Chelsea blurts out, staring at Sam. He nods, taking a sip of his Pepsi.

It’s nearly empty, as are the rest of the drinks at their table.

“Oh, here, I’ll get you guys some more to drink.” I say, reaching out for their cups.

“That’s ok, y/n, you don’t have to,” Sam says, “We need to get back to the house, and you should probably be home soon.”

I blink, then nod, “’Kay, I’ll get you the check.”

Chelsea and I quickly get the check, and she slits from my side to go tell the cooks about what happened. I pay her little attention as I grab a few slices of the remaining chocolate pie and put it in a box, going over to hand Sam both it and the check.

He pays, hands me a twenty, and the three of them leave. Paul gives me a long look before he turns to follow Sam and Jared, and I find myself wishing that they had stayed a little longer.

---

“Yeah, that guy then tried to pull me into his lap and shit, and Paul came over and shoved him away and back into his seat—” I said, retelling the events of the previous night to everyone in Jacob’s garage.

His head turns, his face scrunched.

“Paul who?” He asks, and I tilt my head, trying to remember his last name.

“Um, Lahote? I think?” I say, unsure, “Friends with Sam Uley.”

Quil and Embry share a look, and Jacob sternly says, “Stay away from him. All three of them are bad news, y/n.”

“What?” I ask, baffled, “Why? They all are pretty good to me, and Sam saved Bella in the woods, didn’t he?”

“Sure he did, y/n, but the three of them are in a gang.” Embry says, his voice serious.

“Or a cult. Judy’s still out on which one.” Quil adds, and I share a look with Bella.

“Yeah, okay. Sam Uley is in a gang and/or a cult leader, and Charlie just lets it all happen. Sure.”

Jacob stares at me, “Y/n, I’m serious. Stay away from them. All three of them are nothing good. Trust us on this.”

I sigh, rolling my eyes but relenting.

“Okay, whatever. Stay away from them, I got it.” I reply, knowing that my promise would only last for so long. It’s not like I could ignore them or change shifts, and it’s not like I really wanted to.

Besides, I never saw them outside of working at Roy’s. It wouldn’t hurt to stay friends during my shifts.

---

I didn’t see Jacob and the others for a few weeks. I was busy trying to study for a test in physics, a quiz in history, and writing an essay for English. It seemed that my teachers like to conspire and make everything due at the same time just to make my life difficult.

When I finally picked up another shift at Roy’s, I was greeted by the confusing sight of Embry sitting with Sam and his group. I smile and greet them, confused why Embry was with them when he had, to my knowledge, hated them previously.

I get their drink orders and ring them in, bringing them out quickly and getting their orders for food. I don’t have time to chat today, since Roy’s is unusually busy for this time of night.

I do manage to catch Embry in his way back from the bathroom, and I notice that he’s gotten taller. His chest and shoulders have filled out more, and when I snag his arm, he’s burning up.

“Em, you’re burning up!” I tell him, my hand recoiling like I’ve been burned. He opens his mouth to speak, but I beat him to it.

“Also, I thought you couldn’t stand Sam and his ‘gang-slash-cult’? What happened to that?” I ask, my brows furrowed as I stare at him. He just sighs.

“Y/n, it’s complicated, I can’t really explain it.” He says, a pained look in his eyes. “Just—don’t make a big deal of it, okay? It’s not a big deal.”

“Not a big deal?” I ask, packing him in the chest. He winces. “Embry, you’re covered in bruises and you look scared out of your mind! How is that not a big deal?”

“Y/n, I promise, you’ll understand later. I’ll tell you everything, I swear. Just give me time to figure it out myself, okay?”

I stare at him, searching his face.

“You have two weeks before I start searching for answers myself.” I tell him flatly, “And whatever bandaid is hiding shit, I’m ripping it off.”

He smiles thinly, thanking me before going back to his table.

The rest of my shift is quiet and uneventful. Sam and his gang/cult/whatever the hell leave, and Embry gives me a look before he walks out the door. I just sigh.

---

“Bella,” I said, sitting down with my sister at lunch. She looked up from her salad, waiting for me to continue.

“Since when has Embry started hanging with Sam? I thought the three of them thought Sam and his friends were a gang or something!” I demanded, knowing that she was my last chance to learn before asking Jacob and Quil, who would lecture me about breaking promises.

Bella blinked at me for a second, then responded, “Couple weeks, probably? Jacob and Quil won’t talk about it other than to insult him or Sam, and I stopped asking because they just rant.”

I sighed, “Sucks for you then, I’m about to grill them about it.”

---

“Since when was Embry running with Sam?” Jacob looks up at my words, his brows furrowing.

“How’d you know he was?” He asks, and I’m quick to reply.

“I asked first. Answer my question.”

“Y/n,-”

“Jake.” I say, stern. “I need to know if he’s in trouble or not. You said Sam was running some kind of gang or cult, didn’t you?”

Jacob sighs, closing his eyes.

“Yeah,” he replies, “We think so. Embry stopped hanging with us about a week after you stopped coming over so you could study. He started skipping school and running around with Sam and his goons and wouldn’t talk to us.”

“Do I need to tell Charlie?” I ask, and he shakes his head.

“Nothing he could do. We don’t have proof of anything.” He tells me, “Besides, everyone loves those freaks for whatever reason.”

My lips thin, and I sigh.

---

“Have fun at the movies!” I call to Bella as she walks out the door. She said that her, Mike, and Jacob were going to see some action movie. I had declined the offer, since I had picked up an extra shift at Roy’s so I could sleep early tonight.

Roy’s was basically dead for my entire shift, so I got cut early and could go home. When I got back, Bella was sitting in my room, waiting for me.

“Hey?” I asked, wondering what was wrong. “How was the movie?”

“It was fine,” she said briskly, “When Embry joined Sam, Jake and Quil said that he had started to get agitated and irritable. Then he started running fever.”

“…okay..?” I asked, wondering where she was going with this.

“At the movies, Jake was irritable and mean to Mike. He was rude to him about his tolerance to the gore, and when I touched him, he was burning up.”

“So, you think he’s going to run off to Sam or something?” I asked, and she nodded. I pressed my lips together, and sighed.

“Let me go shower and change. We’ll talk when I’m done.”

I was quick in the bathroom, showering with haste and changing into my pajamas before walking back to my room.

“What do you want to do about Jake?” I asked, and she just shook her head. She was staring at her hands, and my brows furrowed. “Bells?”

She sniffed, rubbing her eyes, “I just don’t want to lose him, too, y/n. I don’t think I can handle it.”

“You won’t have to,” I assured her, coming over to hug her tightly. “I’ll beat his ass.”

She laughed wetly, her tears soaking into my sleep shirt.

I made a mental note to call Quil tomorrow, to see if he knows anything.

[a-sleepy-raven]

Hi! And welcome. :3 I have a request for you - can I ask for a fic where reader takes care of Leon when he's sick? Fluffy pls. :3 Thank you!

Hey there! Thank you so much for your request, I love writing stuff like this, though I have to say I'm a bit nervous about sharing my first RE fic. Hope you enjoy! <3

(established relationship, post RE4)

Baby, it'll be alright - Leon Kennedy x gn!reader (fluff)

When you come home, you’re surprised to find Leon curled up on the couch, fast asleep and buried beneath one, no, two blankets. There’s a half empty cup on the coffee table in front of him – chamomile, if you’re not mistaken. And as far as you know, Leon hates chamomile with a burning passion. He can’t even stand the smell of it. That, paired with the fact that he fell asleep in broad daylight, can only mean one thing: His health hasn’t gotten any better since you left the house this morning.

Well. At least, you’re prepared, you think to yourself as you set down the bags in your arms, careful not to make any noise because you don’t want to disturb Leon’s slumber. He has barely gotten any sleep last night, and you’re sure he must be absolutely exhausted.

As quietly as humanly possible, you start to unpack the groceries. Aside from a few essentials like coffee and toast, you have also stocked up on lemons, tissues, cough drops and lemons. (You also bought a tub of ice cream, but that one’s for you – your reward for taking care of your sick boyfriend who can be as stubborn as a mule, especially when it comes to his health. Wouldn’t be the first time that he insisted he was fine when, in fact, he was still feeling like garbage.)

A quiet groan that sounds like it’s coming from beneath that pile of blankets on the couch snaps you out of your thoughts, and you turn around, your gaze meeting Leon’s. He looks terrible. The dark circles under his tired, red rimmed eyes are a sharp contrast to the pale, sallow tone of his skin, and when he speaks, his voice is hoarse and raspy. “You’re back.”

“Yeah.” You make your way over to him, crouching down in front of the couch before you place your hand on his forehead. Beneath your palm, his skin feels burning hot and freezing cold at the same time. He’s definitely running a fever. “Damn, Leon.”

“What kind of greeting is that, honey?”

“Shut up. You sound like you’ve been chain-smoking for at least ten years.” 

He suppresses a cough. “You really know how to make someone feel better.”

“Sorry.” You brush your hand through his hair. “How are you feeling?”

“Horrible.”

“My poor baby,” you say and lean in to press a kiss to his cheek. “Do you want some tea? Or a glass of water? I also bought lemons – people say hot lemonade works wonders when you have a cold. I could make you some.”

“As long as it’s not chamomile, I really don’t care.”

“Hot lemonade it is, then.” You get up. “And in the meantime, you should gather your stuff,” you motion to the blankets and the pillows that definitely come from your bedroom, “and go back to bed. I don’t understand why you haven’t stayed there in the first place.”

“Yeah, well-“ Leon interrupts himself when he falls into yet another fit of coughing, forcing him to sit up. “God damnit,” he mumbles, then. His head hurts like hell, like it’s going to explode any second, and with every cough and every sneeze, it just seems to get worse. 

You rub his back. “Go to bed,” you order him, softly. “I’ll bring you some meds. And painkillers. You look like you need them.”

He sniffles. “Yeah. Thanks.”

* * * *

“Ta-da,” you say as you carefully set down the tray that’s loaded with two cups (one filled with hot lemonade you hope you haven’t messed up, the other with water), a bowl of ice cream (you don’t have the heart to not share it with Leon when he’s feeling so bad) and the meds you bought on your way back home from work. 

Leon sits up, relief written all over his face when you hand him the painkillers. A moment later, before you can even reach out for the glass of water, he has already swallowed one of the tiny pills. Then, he lets himself fall back into the pillows. “Thanks.”

“You survived Raccoon City and getting infected with some ancient parasite. Who would’ve guessed that a simple cold is all it takes to knock the famous Leon Kennedy flat out?” you tease as you sit down on the edge of the bed and reach out to caress his face. He catches your hand and brings it to his lips, pressing a kiss to each knuckle before he sinks back into the pillows because the world around him has started spinning. And he’s pretty sure it is not supposed to do that. Not like this, at least.

This goddamn cold. He can’t even say what annoys him more – the constant coughing, the terrible headache or the fact that all he wants to do is sleep. And although he knows that you don’t mind taking care of him, he can’t help but feel like a burden right now. You probably have a million other things to do, and yet, here you are, keeping him company and trying your best to nurse him back to health. If only he could find the right words to tell you how much he appreciates your efforts.

“Try to get some rest,” you say, snapping him out of his thoughts. “Sleep is the best medicine, after all.”

Leon hums in response. Sleep truly sounds like a wonderful idea.

“Do you want me to leave?”

He shakes his head. “Come here,” he mumbles, “please. Unless,” a coughing fit interrupts him before he can finish his sentence, and he takes a deep breath before continuing, “unless you’re afraid to pick up a cold, too.”

You let out an indignant huff. “You’ll need more than a few germs to scare me away, Leon. You should know that by now,” you say as you lie down next to him and make yourself comfortable. With a content sigh, Leon snuggles up to you and drapes his arm over your stomach. You kiss the top of his head. “Want me to cuddle you to sleep?”

“Hm… yeah.” 

A smile flashes over your face. That’s exactly the answer you have expected, and so you wrap your arms around him, carefully burying one of your hands in his hair while the other one traces invisible patterns on his back. “Sweet dreams, Leon.”

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[ilovetoxicfictionalmen]

RUNAWAY FROM ME - EXCERPT

Pairing - Tommy Shelby x oc

Summary - Deirdre ran from her life of misery for her own safety. However, she managed to run back into the arms of an angel she once knew, now known as The Peaky Blinder Devil. In which he has no intentions of letting her run away from him again.

Warnings - Dark content, noncon, dubcon, explicit themes, lovers to enemies to lovers, slow burn kinda, Tommy needs a hug.

Word Count - 1.6k

Notes - The little teaser for the Tommy story I wanna write. Please let me know what you think, it would be highly appreciated.

The band came to a sudden stop, the audience’s heads turned towards the three men that strode through the dining. All three of them wore peaked caps with large overcoats as they walked tall. They approached the stage and Deirdre couldn’t help but to feel her heart thud harder in her chest as this suspicious tingle crawled over her skin with her light brown eyes glued onto the men that felt too familiar. Deirdre’s heart froze when the man in front came to clear sight as he took off his cap, revealing his harsh undercut styled brunette hair.  

Thomas Shelby. 

Her face went numb when his pale hands wrapped around the microphone, ears clogged as his words fell deaf yet she remembered the sound of his deep, captivating voice perfectly. The two other men, which she quickly recognised to be his brothers, Arthur and John, stood with their chests puffed out, arms locked across shoulders and stern expressions. 

Deirdre’s heart pounded in her chest like a wild animal desperate to escape its cage. Even though her head was frozen in line to his speech, her eyes were darting around, already planning her escape. The room was full, surely his blue eyes would not be able to point her out in the depths of the occupied round tables. Let alone recognise her after all of these years. 

How could she have been so foolish? The massive city of London had never felt smaller than tonight. She had heard his name many times and every time it felt like a stab in the heart. He had made a name for himself, built an empire in that fire and brimstone city. Just like he always said he would. Her father and dear husband already hated him, gypsy bastard. Every day she prayed for their obliviousness to her heavy past with him.

It felt like her soul was pulled out of her body when his blue eyes landed on her. His mouth fell ajar open as his long lashes batted, head gently tilting to the left as he acknowledged her, remembering her thoroughly. The brothers noticed his pause and looked towards her as well, she couldn’t help but to cower slightly. The rest of the room was oblivious to the stare off between him and her. 

“And now, shall we dance?” He suggested it in a slow and challenging manner. One hand snapped to que towards the band and the other gestured towards his brothers.  

The sounds of jazz roared against the walls as everyone abruptly stood up. A deer caught in headlights, that’s how Deirdre felt at first. As she watched him walk down the stage, his eyes still on her. The brothers were already out of her sight. 

She snapped back to reality when Jack’s fingers traced over her bare shoulder. Deidre gulped hard as she quickly stood up, nervously brushing through her dark loose brunette hair. 

“Sorry, I, I suddenly don't feel too well” Deirdre admitted, which was actually a lie, but the implication went in the opposite direction. 

“Nonsense! I haven’t even gotten a single dance with you yet” Jack acclaimed with a charming smirk, his arm wrapped around her shoulder. 

Her eyes shot towards the stage, he’s gone. 

“I’m so sorry, I really must go” Deidre quickly spoke, her voice trembling as she yanked herself out of his grasp. 

She heard him rebut, however she was already heading straight towards the large doors as she zigzagged through the crowd. Unfortunately, her poorly planned escape route had quickly soiled, she spotted Arthur and John standing on opposite sides of the exit. They were always loyal pawns in his game. There was a pause in her movements as her eyes shot around, her body covered in pins and needles. 

She’d escape through the workers quarters. But as she turned in a hasty measure, her small body smacked into another. The arms that she had felt years before wrapped around her possessively as he steadied her stance. There was no doubt who it was, no hope for it to be another. 

“My dearest Deirdre, my eyes will never fail to spot your beauty no matter how you age. May I have this dance?” Tommy asked with a stern expression but soft voice, head tilted down towards her as she kept her eyes on the floor. 

The coat he wore was gone, and she could easily feel his muscular frame hidden underneath the button up shirt, not to mention the pistol in his holster. His cold hand lifted her chin and their eyes locked. As she blinked slowly, her eyes glistering, she bit on her tongue. Tommy waited patiently for her next move. 

Show no fear. 

“If I knew that the Eden Club was in your possession I would have steered clear. We can pretend that you never saw me” Deidre negotiated confidently but her front failed when her body shook against his. 

Tommy laughed loudly as his arm around her waist tightened in a proprietorial manner. 

“Unfortunately we have unfinished business, you and I” Tommy replied coldly. 

“Please, surely you haven't held onto those emotions for all of these years” Deirdre chuckled presumptuously as she tried to push their bodies apart without gaining attention.   

Tommy grunted at her words and dragged her to the dance floor, his fingers dug into her upper arms. Surely he wouldn’t make a scene here. But then she’s heard many tales of him, the beast that he had become when he returned from the war.

“You’re in a considerable debt with me, my love. One that you thought would fade if you merely ran” Tommy growled. 

“I can get you your money” she winced at the sharp pain, not like it would even mean anything to him with how much his businesses bring in these days. When they passed through the crowded floor, she realized that he was leading her out of the lounge. 

“If you think your debt is based around money, are you still that naive girl from all of those years ago, eh?” Tommy smirked as he kicked open the double doors which led them into the kitchen. 

It was now or never. Deirdre shoved him away with full force and scrambled through the busy kitchen as she nearly fell over in her heels as she broke free. All eyes were on them but no one dared to move a finger in the wrong direction. As she roughly pushed past everyone, she tried to remain calm. 

Tommy grinned at the girl who loved to run. This night had taken an unexpected turn indeed for the both of them, her heart was pounding immensely as she panted in her heels. The first door she took led her to a hallway, the open exit to the streets on her right was blocked by two working men. Cigarettes in their lips as they watched her intimately, she bolted to the left. 

The next door she took, she didn’t consider analyzing, she locked herself in the small dark room which appeared to be an office. The moonlight shined through the sash window which she yanked up and looked down to the small drop, survivable but not without two broken heels. As Deidre laid her hands on the windowsill, her head snapped back as she heard the door unlock from the other side. There was no other option besides hiding. Deirdre found herself hidden underneath the wooden Lombardo desk. It was human instinct to cower, pray that she’d be able to run from her past demons.

The weighty door creaked open, and she heard his heavy footsteps on the carpet. Tommy pulled out a cigarette, the end of the stick brushed in between his lips as he lit it. “Oh Deirdre, my dearest” Tommy spoke loudly, his tone dripping of sarcasm, which made her stomach feel like a bottomless pit. He slammed the door shut behind him. “Why do you run? Why do you hide? From me of all people? You seemed to have forgotten the vows you swore your life on. The promises which are still owed to me. You ignorantly believed that fate would keep us apart? Oh but haven’t you heard the tales of the Peaky Blinder Devil?” Tommy spoke, his footsteps slowly approached her. 

The thuds in her chest were painful, her throat felt like the cold air around her was strangling her. He could hear her heavy breathing and chuckled silently. The Colt M1911 is pulled from his holster and he ensured that she heard the safety click off. 

“Once upon a time there was a boy. Who foolishly fell for a girl with a secretive past. They created a life as one. He protected her from the pure evils in this cruel world and how did she repay him? She robbed him blind. She ran from the boy that she loved and turned his soul black. She created the Devil of Birmingham. And tonight, the runaway has tripped over her bad deeds” Tommy teased as he leisurely approached her. 

With a turn of the corner of the desk, Tommy raised his pistol and pointed it at her forehead. Deirdre looked up to him with doe eyes and gulped down her nerves. “And now, you will repay your debts” Tommy ordered with a gentle nod. 

“I will do no such thing” she refused, her words sizzling in anger. 

Tommy knelt down to her level, his pistol pressed against her temple. Deirdre breathed out but didn’t fear, she’s been pushed and shoved too many times before to know when there was an actual threat on her life. 

“Yes you will. Because you’re still my property, my dear wife” Tommy smirked.

[ahhnini]

annihilate - rafe cameron x spider!reader (spider-verse!au)

synopsis - rafe is your boyfriend, but what happens when you find out he's an anomaly in your universe?

warnings - angst, established relationship, violence, implied sex, implied character death, manipulation

(let me know if I am missing any warnings)

word count - 2.5k

moodboard 𓆇🕸️𓆸

a/n - rewatched the spiderverse movies and felt inspired! this is a mix of the sonyverse and the mcu!!

“goodnight, love you,” you tell rafe before hanging up the call. you strip down your zip-up and sweatpants, revealing your spider suit underneath. opening your window, you shoot a web onto a neighboring building, swinging, beginning your nightly duties.

It has been a tame night so far, you would say. helping a little girl get home safely, stopping a couple of robberies, and giving some pre-teens a lesson about fire safety. miguel hadn’t called you in for any missions, so you’d just been swinging around in your universe.

you ordered a slice of pizza (fully in your spider suit) and ate it on the rooftop of a building. no one, not even your boyfriend rafe cameron knew you were the spider vigilante of the night.

you’ve gotten extremely close with rafe over the school year, him being a transfer from north carolina, and you’ve helped him become accustomed to the hustle and bustle of new york city.

so naturally, you two fell for each other

you wanted to tell him about your secret badly, why you would be away from school for a couple of days, and why you would always abruptly hang up on him at night.

at the same time, you knew you couldn’t. telling one person would be the equivalent of telling the entire world.

“we should go get ice cream after school,” you hear his voice, he sets down his lunch tray right next to you. “we should, huh? we haven’t gone on dates in a while.” he smiles at you, grabbing your hand and rubbing your thumb. you appreciated the little touches he gave you throughout the day. “we should have a date at least once a week, yeah? we can explore the city, find different stuff to do,” rafe digs into his food, taking a bite out of his sandwich.

“yeah, yeah, let’s do that,” you smile at him, biting into your sandwich.

after school, you two took the subway, walking around the block until you found an ice cream parlor. you both ordered, rafe ordering a single chocolate scoop while you ordered vanilla with sprinkles. “wanna hang at my place?” you offered, licking the ice cream beginning to drip down the cone.

you didn’t miss the way his eyes flickered.

“uh—yeah, would love to. is your aunt may home?” he asks, looking down at the floor. “yeah, she is,” rafe groans. “I don’t think she likes me,” he pouts and you giggle. “she does! she just takes a bit to warm up to.” you smile at him.

suddenly, the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, and your breathing quickens. something’s wrong. rafe notices, “are you okay?”

“y-yeah…um, I just remembered I left my homework in my locker, you can head to my place—”

“are you sure? you look like you’ve seen a ghost—”

“‘m fine! i’m fine! just, just go!” you shove him aside, running in the opposite direction. you turn back, seeing rafe scratch his head, staring at you.

please don’t follow me. please don’t follow me.

you run towards an alley, quickly putting your backpack on the floor and opening it up. you take out your spider suit and put it on, feeling the material hug your body. you shove your school clothes in your backpack and swing towards whatever is making your senses flare up.

you see it. an anomaly, terrorizing the streets of new york. you see the familiar green uniform, the green goblin. a variant of it. it wasn’t your green goblin, but rather, another universe’s. people flee the streets, hiding in nearby shops.

your attack on the green goblin was a surprise to them. you kicked them right across the stomach and began webbing their torso to restrict movement. thankfully, it worked, you dragged them to a secluded area so you could portal them back to their universe. you tapped on your watch, letting your boss, miguel, know that you’d gotten the job done.

you were so tired. you haven’t fought an actual villain in such a long time. out of all the universes, why’d you have to be in the one that was so boring? after you sent the anomaly back to its universe, you went back to the alley where you’d left your backpack…where someone had stolen it. along with your ice cream. shit. you can’t be in two places at once, right?

rafe still couldn’t be at your apartment after the incident, you thought. it was all over the news, footage of your battle playing out. mr. and mrs. cameron would’ve called him home by then.

they didn’t.

you snuck into your bedroom, quietly opening the window, webbing your way inside, careful to not make any noise. when you made it to the middle of your room, you sighed in relief.

but then you turned around.

rafe stared at you, wide-eyed and mouth agape. he shook his head as if he was dreaming. “what the hell are you still doing here?!” you whisper-shouted. “your aunt may talked to my parents! they wanted me to go home as soon as they heard what was going on but she talked to my parents, convinced them that I had to stay here ‘cus she ‘didn’t want anything to happen to me’” he makes finger quotes in the air, eyes still gawking at you. “I can’t believe you’re the spider-hero I see on youtube. does may know?” his voice suddenly grew. you quickly hushed him, “no! she doesn’t! keep it down!”

you quickly dig through your drawer, finding random clothes. you begin to strip down in front of rafe, not caring that he’s currently seeing you in your intimates. quickly putting on a shirt and shorts, you shove your spider suit inside your closet, along with your watch.

“please, don’t tell anyone about this rafe!” you begged, putting your hands together. “I won’t promise.” “good”

may burst inside, looking disheveled. she immediately runs up to you, checking to see if you're hurt. “no call, no texts, what were you thinking?!”

you bite your lip, immediately coming up with an excuse, “I know, i’m sorry, I got back on campus when it first started happening and everyone there got put on lockdown. and you know how our school blocks phone signals—”

you felt so guilty. may was the only person in your family left and you were lying to her. she pulled back, relief etched on her face. “it’s okay, thank god you’re safe. where’s your backpack?!”

“uh I…lost it…” you reply sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck. may sighs. you hear sizzling coming from the kitchen and gasping, she immediately runs off. you turn back to rafe, his things already packed. “i’m heading off for the night, i’ll see you tomorrow,” he pulls you in for a hug, craning down to whisper in your ear, “your secret is safe with me.” he gives a polite goodbye to aunt may before exiting your apartment.

“c’mon, we’re going out to eat. i burnt the lasagna.” may chuckles as she fans the pan, your little home smelling like burnt food.

the next day, you’re at rafe’s house. he’s asking you all these questions about your superpowers, and you can’t help but giggle in response to some of them.

“do you lay spider eggs?”

“ew, no, that’s never happened before.”

“how far can you shoot your webs?”

“i’m not sure”

“can I see your suit?”

you chuckle as you reveal your spider suit in your bag. during dinner, aunt may have told you she’s had enough of buying you backpacks, so she gave you one of her old canvas bags to use for school.

your watch rings, and you see miguel’s face pop up. rafe’s eyes widen and you chuckle nervously. “that’s uh, my boss…excuse me for a moment.” quickly exiting his room, you make your way to the nearby restroom to answer the call.

“there’s been a reported anomaly in your universe, I need you to hop on it. he’s from universe 664, and he’s highly dangerous. I can’t believe we just found him. we’ve been looking for him for months.” miguel rambles.

“who is it?” you ask, ears perking up.

"we have his file with a picture on it for reference, it should’ve already been sent to you. when you capture him send him right to hq so we could eliminate him.”

“okay, thanks miguel. i’ll get to it asap.” you see him nod at the other end of the call before hanging up. you sigh before pressing a couple of buttons on your watch to bring up the file.

you couldn’t believe your eyes. the anomaly was…rafe?

you reentered his room, silent.

“you okay?”

no.

how were you supposed to do this?

“yeah, duty calls, i’ll talk to you tomorrow,” you say quietly.

this can’t be right. why was your web fluid…watery? you swear you perfected this batch of web fluid, you even tested it out in your locker during lunch. you kept shooting your webs, hoping it’s just the chemical compound of the new formula and it’ll somehow, become sticker when it clings to the building. your optimism was shattered when your canisters became lighter.

you’ve been pacing around your complex rooftop for the past two hours, thinking about rafe. capturing him and sending him back to his universe would’ve been easier as you still could visit him. you couldn’t get the words miguel said out of your mind.

send him to hq so we can eliminate him.

eliminate him.

you shake your head, laying down on the concrete ledge, looking up to the stars, hoping tomorrow you'll wake up and this mission will just be a dream.

the pressure weighed heavy. you couldn't concentrate, your boyfriend noticed. he furrowed his eyebrows as he kissed you all over your body, rough hands gripping your sides. you shoved him aside, letting out a puff of air. rafe turned his body towards you, gently moving the hair that fell on your face. he calls your name, "hey, talk to me." shaking your head, you turn away, facing your bedroom window. he wraps his arm around your torso, pulling you close to him. he inhales a sharp breath, softly speaking, "i'll be here when you're ready to talk, 'kay?" nodding your head, you stare out into the concrete jungle, closing your eyes.

he knows. he knows that the spider society assigned him as your mission. he knows they'd never make you kill him yourself, so they're gonna make you send him to the society so the other spiders could kill him. how considerate.

rafe felt bad, real bad when he bugged your suit. while you were taking your call with miguel a couple of days ago, he broke into your bag and tweaked your web shooters, causing the formula to become less sticky. it was sick, but he had to do everything in his power to delay you from your mission.

of course, he knew who you worked for. miguel o’hara. that name left a bitter taste on his tongue. they do have history after all. how can a man like him not pay the repercussions of destroying an entire universe, and be looked up by so many others, while he’s villainized? it’s just not fair.

in his universe, he was spider-man. he was a hero. that all changed when you came into his life. he fell for you, hard.

then you fell for him. literally.

when your body was flung off the clock tower, his mind raced a million miles per hour. you were gone. the love of his life. he spiraled, falling into obsession with the fact that you were gone because of him.

deep in his grief, he began wondering the “what-ifs.” using his scientific knowledge, he created technology that brought a hologram of you back to him.

but it wasn’t enough.

he needed to physically hold you, he needed someone with true emotions, not just a ghost of you.

then he discovered the multiverse.

universes where you’re alive, where you’re with him.

he became jealous.

he traveled through different universes, coming in contact with all the different lives you were living.

they weren’t good enough. they weren’t you.

he was relentless, finding every universe you were in, not giving a damn about the consequences. that's when he stumbled upon your universe.

and it was like you never left.

taking the life and identity of your universe's rafe cameron was a simple task for him. he had the same family, the same friends, and the same personality. it was a complete parallel of his own.

he gently rubbed your back while you slept. how could the society do this to you? you told him you haven't been getting that much sleep, so being the good boyfriend that he is, he put you to sleep using his signature method. poor thing, there's so much weight on your shoulders right now.

“miguel, stop calling me!” you exclaimed. you were hiding in one of the restroom stalls, unexpectedly running out of the classroom in the middle of a lecture.

he sharply glares at you through the screen, “you need to hurry on this mission, he’s starting to cause problems in your universe,” he sighs before saying your name, “people are starting to disappear, cities are starting to collapse.”

your eyes widen.

“layla told us if you don’t bring him to headquarters by tonight, your entire universe will collapse,” he replies, abruptly hanging up the call.

your breathing quickens, chest rising up and down. you clutch your shirt, trying to calm yourself.

you storm out of the building, heading towards who knows where.

after long hours of pondering and anxiety building up, you approach the cameron house, getting ready to ambush rafe. seeing him take a nap from his window, you stopped in your tracks.

was this worth it?

killing your boyfriend for the sake of the universe sounded like the unique ultimatum. but what would happen if…you didn't send him to miguel? yeah, your universe would meet its end but…you get to be with rafe. besides, letting the society kill rafe would become an endless cycle. you'd look for him in every universe, ultimately destroying them as well. then you'd become the anomaly, and then you'd have a target on your back.

they'll kill you too.

but at least you'll be with rafe, right?

climbing the rooftop and propping the window open, you sneak inside, tiptoeing to his bed, you hold your watch out, preparing to send him through a portal.

you turn over to his nightstand, seeing his lamp glitch with vibrant colors.

tears brim in your eyes as you put the watch down, and gently wake up rafe.

"hey…" you softly say, gently shaking his shoulder. he turns around, smiling.

"why do you have your watch on?" he mumbles, pulling you closer to him.

you don't respond, instead laying down on the bed, facing him. he smiles and tucks your hair behind your ears. "did you miss me?"

"yeah"

this is the last time you'll be seeing him, anyway.

looking at the wall behind him, colors start phasing in and out.

rafe buries his head in your neck, relishing your scent. you pull away, taking one last glance at him.

it felt like nothing. the world you grew up in was quickly disappearing, but the world you've known to love was still in front of you. you hold rafe's face, pulling him for a kiss as you both disappear into nothingness.

divider credits - sseuda on tumblr

[rainbowfey]

12 "This is spooky." - "Really?"

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The big sign loomed over him menacingly and Tanjirou felt a shiver run down his spine. The red blinking letters seemed to follow him like bloodshot eyes when he hesitantly walked closer, diving into the shadow of the enormous building. Had he not agreed to meet Muichiro here, he would have turned away and walked off right now. Something about the atmosphere of this place felt eerie and he would rather not find out how bad it would get when they went inside. However, he would rather cut his arm off than to stand Muichiro up and thus, he straightened his shoulders and headed towards the entrance.

When he finally got there, Muichiro was already waiting for him. He leaned against a wall, looking at the black roses that lined the fence surrounding the mansion and its majestic garden. Tanjirou’s heart jumped when he walked towards Muichiro, a happy smile forming on his face. When he had almost reached him, Muichiro looked up and his face lit up.

“Tanjirou!” he said and pushed himself off the wall to approach him. “I’ve got our tickets already.”

Tanjirou’s heart sank and he nodded, putting on a brave face. If he could not backtrack, his new mission was to not show any sign of fear in front of Muichiro. Instead, he pulled the surprised Muichiro into a hug and he instantly felt calmer when, after a moment of stunned stiffness, Muichiro wrapped his arms around him.

“It’s good to see you,” Tanjirou said when he finally let go of Muichiro and a swarm of butterflies started fluttering in his stomach when he saw the soft blush on Muichiro’s cheeks. They had not seen each other since the harvest festival a few days ago and suddenly, Tanjirou was glad that Muichiro had asked him if he wanted to go to this place together even though he still felt slightly unsettled by the whole area.

“Have you ever been to a haunted house before?” Muichiro asked curiously when they started walking towards the leaf door that marked the entrance to the building. Tanjirou took a moment to process his question as he stared at the red letters smeared over the door that said ‘Get out’.

“Uh,” he said and quickly turned his attention back to Muichiro. “No, I haven’t. I don’t think we even have those where Nezuko and I grew up.”

Muichiro nodded and said, “My brother and I have been to one a few years ago. Yuichiro didn’t like it though, so we never went again.”

Tanjirou paused for a moment. He had met Yuichiro for the first time at the harvest festival and while he had not gotten to know him well yet, he could not imagine Yuichiro being easily intimidated. Perhaps he just had not liked the idea of a haunted house itself, Tanjirou thought to himself and silently, he agreed with Yuichiro on that. Demons were one thing but a whole house full of ghosts and monsters sounded like a nightmare come true.

Almost without noticing, he moved a bit closer to Muichiro when they reached the leaf door that opened as if by magic, revealing the dark, gaping maw of the building.

“You may enter,” a hoarse voice floated through the air but when Tanjirou looked out for its owner, he could not see anyone. A shiver ran down his spine and it took him a bit of effort to follow Muichiro into the haunted house.

When they had passed through the door, it fell shut behind them. The loud thud almost made Tanjirou jump and when Muichiro turned around to him, he quickly put on an unfazed expression though he was not sure how much of his face Muichiro could see in the dim twilight of the entrance hall. “So, what do we do now?” he asked, trying to sound calmer than he was.

Muichiro thought about it for a moment before he said, “I think the tickets said something about having to find the exit. I suppose we’ll have to make our way through the mansion to find it.”

Tanjirou swallowed and glanced back at the door behind him. “We can’t just take that door?”

Muichiro chuckled and shook his head. “That would kind of defeat the purpose, don’t you think?”

And since he could not come up with a good answer, Tanjirou put on a brave face and nodded. He slowly followed Muichiro as he walked across the hall and towards the stairs leading upwards. While walking, Tanjirou eyed his surroundings. Most of the hall was veiled in impenetrable darkness and two rows of thin, tall candles lined the path from the leaf door to the broad staircase. When he looked at one candle more closely, he noticed that it had a dark red color, making the thin lines of wax running down the candle look like bloody tears. He shuddered and quickly looked away, fixing his gaze on the staircase and the intricate patterns along its railing instead. But when they came closer, he scrunched up his nose when he realized that the silvern decorations were not beautifully crafted art but rather a mass of silky spider webs.

“Bleh,” he muttered and quickly put on a smile when Muichiro turned around again, looking at him curiously. “Uh, seems like they have a spider problem here.”

Muichiro followed his gaze and looked more closely at the spider webs, his face lighting up. “Those are beautiful,” he said and Tanjirou had to forcefully keep his mouth shut before he could vehemently disagree.

Together, they walked up the stairs and Tanjirou gave his best to stay in the middle, keeping his distance from the spider webs on both sides of the stairs. At least, so far nothing had jumped at him from the darkness which was more than he had expected. With a sigh of relief, he leaned against one of the thin black columns at the top of the stairs – and froze when he noticed that the column was covered in hairs. And when it suddenly started moving, he jumped back with a loud, “Eugh!”

Muichiro turned around just in time to see the gigantic spider that now lowered its body down to them. “Run,” he shouted and when Tanjirou did not move, staring at the spider frozen in place, Muichiro grabbed his hand and pulled him through a gap between the spider’s legs.

Together, they ran towards the closest door and Muichiro quickly slammed it shut behind them, barely making it before the spider had reached them. For a moment, they both stared at the door, panting. Something hard hit the door twice before the house fell eerily quiet again. Tanjirou turned to Muichiro, expecting to see his own horror mirrored on his face – but Muichiro grinned at him and said, “That was fun!”

And for the first time in a while, Tanjirou asked himself whether Muichiro had an entirely different understanding of fun than him. With a sigh, he turned back to the room and shuddered when he saw the dozens of mirrors hanging on the wall, all of them reflecting their pale faces back to them, contorting them to terrifying grimaces. He wrapped his arms around his body uncomfortably while he followed Muichiro through the room, glancing at the mirrors every now and then. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end when he occasionally caught glimpses of eyes following him from the mirrors where there should only have been reflections of the backs of their heads. He nervously moved closer to Muichiro and tried to ignore the malicious grin a reflection to his left bared.

“Can you see the next door yet?” he asked urgently and Muichiro tilted his head, looking back at him.

“Yeah, I think it’s over there,” he said and pointed towards a narrow passage, both walls lined with mirrors that reached from the floor to the ceiling, so close to each other that they would have to squeeze through.

Tanjirou shuddered and he had to force himself to follow Muichiro towards the passage. He hunched up his shoulders and tried to blank out the mirrors closing in on him. But suddenly, a hand shot out of a mirror and grabbed his wrist, pulling him towards the mirror.

Tanjirou screamed and Muichiro whirled around. He did not hesitate for a second before grabbing Tanjirou’s other arm and pulling him through the narrow passage. Meanwhile, Tanjirou flailed around with his other arm, trying to free himself from the icy cold grip. He yelped when nails dug into his skin and with a burst of energy, he finally ripped his wrist from the pale hand’s grip.

Almost stumbling over each other, they scrambled into the next room, shutting the door behind them. Tanjirou was panting and he pulled up his sleeve, studying the claw marks on his arm. They did hurt but when Muichiro looked at him slightly concerned, he quickly hid the marks under his sleeve again before Muichiro could see them.

“Everything okay?” Muichiro asked softly and for a moment, Tanjirou thought about being honest. But then, he quickly shrugged the thought off. It seemed like Muichiro was having fun and he did not want to spoil his experience. So, he shot him a smile and nodded, hoping that this would be enough to convince him.

Muichiro looked at him for a little bit longer, searching for something in his face, and Tanjirou felt warmth creeping up his neck. For a moment, it looked like Muichiro wanted to say something but then he only nodded and turned back to inspect the room they were now in. Tanjirou followed his gaze – and grimaced when he saw the blood. It was everywhere, flowing over silver tables, countertops and giant knifes, forming red pools on the floor. He retched when he saw two gurneys that were covered in body parts. And when he looked up, a giant figure stepped out of the shadows and stormed towards them, wielding an enormous butcher knife.

“I’ll cut you open,” the man thundered and with a yelp, Tanjirou dodged his attack, dragging Muichiro with him.

His heart raced in his chest when they scurried through the silver counters, only barely dodging pools of blood. Heavy footsteps echoed behind them when the butcher chased them through the room, getting dangerously close. Tanjirou gagged when he grazed one of the gurneys, accidentally knocking a severed leg off it. His blood rushed in his ears and the red around them starting blurring. With a desperate sprint, he managed to dodge the butcher knife once more and dove through an open door at the end of the room. He quickly pulled Muichiro through the door as well and jumped against it just when the butcher reached it. With a satisfying thud, the door closed in the man’s face and Tanjirou pressed his back against it when the butcher slammed into it at full force. Muichiro hastily came to his aid and together, they held the door close until the banging from the other side subsided.

“That was close,” Muichiro gasped out and tried to wipe away some blood from his face, only smearing it over his cheek.

Tanjirou looked at him and shook his head. “Wait,” he muttered and carefully wiped away the blood with a corner of his sleeve. “There you go.”

“Thank you,” Muichiro said with a soft smile and Tanjirou’s cheeks blushed. He quickly looked away and eyed the room they had rescued themselves to. His heart sank when he saw rows upon rows of gravestones, each of them more weathered and lopsided than the other. And between the vines covering the ground of the graveyard, mist started to form, rapidly growing denser, dancing in little swirls around their ankles.

“Oh no,” Tanjirou whispered. He desperately searched for another door but he could not see anything but the endless graveyard around them. And since he would rather not take his chances with the butcher again, they had no choice than to head into the depths of the graveyard.

With a sigh, he braced himself and took a first step, when suddenly a hand gently touched his wrist. Surprised, he looked up – and froze when he saw the concerned look on Muichiro’s face. “What’s the matter, Tanjirou?” he asked softly.

Tanjirou could not meet his eyes and instead nervously glanced down at the mist that had now worked its way up to their knees. “This … this is spooky,” he reluctantly admitted.

When he looked up, he saw that Muichiro’s eyes had widened. “Really?” he asked in surprise.

Tanjirou sighed and his shoulders sank down as he nodded. He averted his eyes and stared at his hands. “I know this isn’t real but … it feels real.”

Muichiro paused for a moment. Then, his face softened and he gently grabbed Tanjirou’s hands and intertwined his fingers with Tanjirou’s. “I’ll protect you,” he said with a smile that sent a warm shiver down Tanjirou’s spine.

Thankful, he leaned against Muichiro and for the first time since they had entered the haunted house, he felt like he could breathe again. “I’m sorry, I didn’t expect it to be this creepy.”

Muichiro firmly shook his head and ran his thumb over the back of Tanjirou’s hand. “No, I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “I should have noticed you were feeling uncomfortable.”

Tanjirou looked at him and laughed softly. “How could you? I’ve been putting on a brave face the whole time and I’m quite the good actor.”

Muichiro chuckled and pulled him closer. “Well, you certainly fooled me. How about we try to find the exit now? And if anything jumps at us, I’ll beat it up.”

This made Tanjirou laugh and as he nodded, the knot in his stomach began loosening. He looked down at the mist that now floated around their hips but this time, his fear only slightly stirred instead of overwhelming him again. “Sounds like a deal. But we should probably hurry before we get eaten alive by the mist.” When Muichiro returned his gaze, he saw amusement sparkling in his eyes. “I’m the Mist Hashira, don’t you know?” Muichiro said with a smile. “I’ll get us out of here in no time.”

And when they started walking again, Tanjirou’s hand safely in Muichiro’s, he felt comfortable for the first time this evening.

[depressedhatakekakashi]

Not My Friend

Scene Rewrite/Taryn's Birthday Celebration

Scene: Obito calls Kakashi his 'Friend'

Words: 1,173

For: @sinnbaddie

“Kakashi, My Friend.” 

Kakashi hadn’t heard the rest of Obito’s sentence. As soon as he had heard those words leave his mouth his brain had shut down, blocking out everything else the other man had said.  

‘Friend’ 

It repeated in his mind. That one simple word which would leave him feeling warm and happy if he’d heard it from anyone else but had instead left him with an empty feeling inside of his chest when it fell from Obito’s lips. 

“Friend,” he finally spoke, his voice strained and his tongue beginning to burn when he said it. “Friend?” 

“Kakashi-sensei?” Naruto stared at him, but Kakashi paid him no attention. 

His eyes were glued on Obito who now stood firm in his position, eyes staring back at Kakashi with that same defiance he’d always looked at him with when they were kids. Daring him to say something and start a fight. 

“That’s what you are, isn’t it?” Sakura asked, a panicked squeak escaping her throat when Kakashi glared at her. 

“Do you have something to say, Kakashi?” Dragging his eyes away from his student, he stared at Obito once more. With each second that passed he felt the rage boiling up inside of him, and for once he didn’t want to contain it. 

He didn’t want to be the one who kept his emotions bottled up and allowed things to play out around him. 

“Friend?” He asked again, his voice dripping with anger. “Since when are we friends?” 

“You said- “ 

“I said that I believed in you!” He snapped. “I told you that I had done everything I could to fight for the world I thought you had wanted. For a better world where children weren’t forced to bury their teammates! I never called you, my friend!” 

“Kakashi-Sensei,” Naruto stepped forward, his mouth open and ready to argue on behalf of Obito. Before he could, though, a hand came down on his shoulder and pulled him back. When Kakashi looked past Naruto, he saw Sasuke standing there silently waiting.  

After all of this was done, he was going to have to thank his old student for stepping in to silence Naruto. 

“We were teammates,” Obito insisted. “We worked together to save Rin.” 

“Yes, we did all of that,” Kakashi confirmed. “But that doesn’t make us friends. Friends don’t pretend to be dead for twenty plus years while the other one mourns them. Friends don’t try to harm their buddies' students in hopes of putting the world under an eternal genjutsu. Friends don’t start a war that could cost more lives!” 

“I thought we already deal with this.” 

“We haven’t dealt with anything!” Kakashi snapped. “We haven’t had time. From the moment I realized you were still alive to right now we have been fighting each other and other threats. We haven’t had a moment to do anything but fight!” 

No time to process all of his grief, or the anger at realizing he’d been lied to for years about Obito’s death. 

No opportunity to deal with the emotions boiling up inside of him, because the world was in danger and how he felt didn’t matter compared to a threat that could lead to the end of every life on the planet.  

“Gai is my friend,” he spat, that anger flowing out into the open. “Tenzo is my friend. Kurenai, Asuma, Anko, Genma, Rin. They were all my friends! You were never that! You were too busy seeing me as an obstacle to your own goals rather than working with me and becoming my friend! And then you’d turn around and blame our faulty teamwork on me as if you held no responsibility!” 

They were words he’d heard over the years but refused to listen to because at the end of the day he wanted what Obito said to be true. 

Wanted them to be friends. 

To be something more than what they actually were. 

But that was just a fantasy, and the reality was that they had never even gotten along until it was too late. 

“I thought…” his hands clenched into fists, the blood draining from his fingers as he tightened them into a painful grasp. “I wanted for years to think of you as my friend. To think that we had actually managed to achieve some sort of bond, but it was a lie.” 

A lie he’d repeated to himself far too many times over the years. 

“We’re not friend,” he whispered, his fingers loosening and shoulders dropping as he finally accepted the reality that he’d tried so hard to deny. “If we were friends, you wouldn’t have stood by and watched me torture myself over yours and Rin’s deaths for twenty years.” 

Staring straight at Obito he watched as he processed everything that he’d said and prepared himself for the moment when Obito lost his cool and started yelling back at him, just as he always had when they were kids. 

The moment never came, though. 

Instead, Obito closed his eyes and sighed. “Do you always have to be right, Bakashi?” 

“Right?” Kakashi blinked. “I’m sorry, did I hear that correctly?” 

“Shut up,” rubbing a hand over his eyes Obito groaned. “Fine. Let me rephrase. My comrade.” 

Thinking it over, Kakashi nodded. “That’s better.” 

“Good,” dropping his hands back to his side, Obito finally met his eye. “We can work on the friendship thing after we beat the creepy lady's ass, agreed?” 

Anger simmered into frustration slowly. Placing a hand on his hip he leaned into it and sighed. “Fine,” he agreed. “But I’m nowhere near done with you.” 

Obito cringed. “Seriously? You have more to say?” 

“A lot more,” placing a hand on his hip he leaned into it. “And just wait till Gai finds out you called me your friend.” 

“You do not need to bring beast f- “raising his other hand, Kakashi shoved it directly into Obito’s face, silencing him before he could finish his insult. 

“You do not call me your friend and then insult my actual friend,” he warned with a slight growl. “Now shut up. We still have a threat to deal with. One that you helped bring about, may I remind you.” 

Obito shoved his hand away from his face. “You don’t need to remind me!” he snapped. “I’m well aware of the role I played in all of this! Now help me fix it, ass hole!” 

Hearing the old insult being thrown at him, Kakashi couldn’t help but smile. Everything around him was different, but for just a moment it felt like he was a kid again standing in front of his Sensei and Rin and arguing with Obito. 

If they survived this maybe they would fix the relationship that they never really had, but until then he was just happy to hear his old teammate insult him once again instead of acting like they were the best of friends. 

It meant he was working with the Obito he remembered, and not the one he’d made up in a cloud of survivor's guilt.  

[smuttyazrael]

what if for the wolves need 10 first, the wolves all have a class together that the elders decided they had to take but like only the wolves and imprints are in it. in the classroom some of take turns with Paul's imprint to help them w achieving the 10 minimum a day

Explanation

Detention (Wolves 10)

Word count: 1,348

Summary: The wolves all get dentention. How will they fix this boredom?

Warnings: Masturbation, Sexual intercourse, hand jobs, Cum kink, Voyeurism, Exibitionism, Public, oral, anal.

The final bell rings and you head to detention. You got detention for moaning in class. Paul got given it with you. He was trying to make you squirt in class. He succeeded and got you both detention. You walk in and see Kim and the rest of the wolves there. You go sit at a table next to Kim. There is carpet on the floor. The teacher walks in.

“I expect you all to be quiet and do your homework. I will be back. Don’t leave the room.” The teacher says then leaves.

“So, what’s everyone doing here?” Kim asks looking around.

“Made Y/N squirt during class.” Paul says. Jared gives him a high five.

“Teacher saw my head in my waist band,” Jake says. “I was leaking pre cum so I didn’t want to get my shorts all wet.”

“Went to the washroom and jerked off in the toilet went back to class and fell asleep,” Embry tells us. He normally has the most boring stories.

“I accidentally came on a guy,” Seth says blushing. He has the least control over where his cum goes. I swear he gets it everywhere.

“I was trying to get into Miss Wilks pants. Mr. Jamison saw and gave me detention.” Quil admits.

“Was getting a blow job from Kim,” Jared says.

“Is the teacher coming back?” Quil asks standing looking in the hallway. “It’s dead out there. He doesn’t seem to be there.”

“He said he would.” You remind him. He sits back down and pulls out his throbbing cock.

“Well, I need to cum,” He announces.

You and Kim both look around and she all the rest of the boys rubbing their cock’s through their shorts. Paul’s head is sticking out like always and its pouring pre cum. You haven’t gotten him off since before he got you detention. Next time he cums it will be bigger then most.

Paul is the best fighter but also produces the most cum out of the whole pack. Jared has the best eye sight. He’s a bit of a voyeur. Seth is the youngest and has the least control. He hasn’t learned to really control where or when he cums. Jacob is baby Alpha, but he’s a little bit of a follower. He loves to dominate but is hesitant. Embry is the quietest out of all the wolves. But he loves an audience. He loves to be watched when getting off. Sam being Alpha cums the biggest loads in one go. He is very dominant and controlling. Quil doesn’t care and cums anywhere and everywhere. He never caed to learn control. He wants to become a younger Paul.

You once fell asleep at Sam’s after Sam fucked you hard for a day while Emily was out of town for the day. You fell asleep on the couch still naked. Quill jerked off and came all over your body so much that you woke up with a thick coating of cum all over your body. You woke up to Quil moaning and cumming one last time in your hair. Sam was jerking off sitting on the couch across from you two. He was probably jerking off the whole time Quill was doing that. Your eyes meet his and he cums hard and a lot. All over his floor. You end up having to lick it up. It leaves a stain on the couch and floor.

You and Kim meet eyes with a smile knowing you and her will both have a great time. Kim only likes when the other wolves use her if Jared is there. You flip your skirt up and rub your pussy, spreading your legs wide for all the boys to be able to see. Kim does the same. Your knee is touching hers.

Paul comes over to you and pulls down his shorts. He shoved his cock into your ass. He groans out as it goes in smoothly with all his pre cum. He picks you up, having your back to his chest. Your thighs over his arms your pussy spread for anyone to see. He thrusting into you. Jacob goes over to Kim and shoves his hard cock in her pussy causing them both to moan out. Jared also moans watching. Seth slips to your other side and slides into your gushing pussy. You both moan out.

Paul pushes Seth down and practically drops you on his cock. Seth is on his back with you on all fours over him, his cock stuffed in your pussy. Paul is over top of you his cock in your ass. Embry walks over and shoves his cock down your throat shutting you up.

Kim is moaning loudly beside you while Jacob just keeps changing their position.

“Jared, would you please-” Is all Paul gets out before him and Jared both let out loud moans. You pull off Embry’s cock looking back you see Jared in Paul’s ass. “Fuck I feel as full as Y/N.” Paul moans out. Jared is setting the pace for all the guys in you. Embry pulls your head back to his cock by your hair. You just let out a stream of muffled moans. Your dripping all around Seth’s cock and drooling all over Seth’s chest.

“Fuck me, Jared. Fuck this feels amazing. Hit right there.” Paul babbles losing himself like you do so much.

You wonder if he will try to get the guys to fuck him more often. He usually only lets you with a strap on or Sam in his ass. You bet next time him and Sam fuck he will want you on his cock. When Sam and him patrol he will end up fucking Paul against a tree. Paul will spurt a load against the tree without touching his cock. He will generally be still worked up so much when he phases again that he will be thrusting into a tree in wolf form till he cums or thrusting into the ground until he is cuming on the ground getting it all in his fur. Depending on where Sam pulled out and came. Sam enjoys watching Paul rut against a tree or the ground desperate to cum for his alpha.

He cums first setting off a chain reaction. Feeling his ropes hit deep in my bowels I squirt squeezing Seth causing him to paint my womb. I moan sending vibrations through Embry’s cock. He moans cumming deep down my throat. When Paul cums his ass squeezes Jareds cock and he meets Kim’s eyes cumming deep in Paul.

The boys all pull out of me leaving me leaking cum out of every hole on the carpet. Paul is leaking cum out of his ass as well.

“Fuck, no wonder you love this feeling Y/N.” Paul says.

He lubes his already wet cock with cum from his ass shoving his fingers deep enough to rub his prostate. He scoops some cum out and rubs it all over his cock. He jerks off like a mad man and cums all over your chest also painting ropes on the floor.

The boys all take a hint and start treating you and Kim like canvas’s. They cum all cum across both you and Kim getting a lot on the carpet as well. Well you drip a big puddle out of your ass and pussy. You all go sit when you done and the teacher dismisses you all with out looking. You all head your separate ways. You head to meet Sam, feeling like he needs a release.

One Week later you head into the detention room to get a some markers for the teacher. You look down and see the stains from the boys. You also can see your outline. It’s easy to make out your big booty and boobs in the outline of cum stains. You can see a few other stains that are just ropes that clearly indicate other students cumming to your outline. You smile when you leave the room loving that you can help other students cum as well. You love cum

[avengersfantasies]

A Night With Him in Bucharest - 8

Summary: Bucky has a romantic night planned, and you two decide to take a big step.

What to expect: smut, family fluff

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It was an uneventful day at home, so you decided it was the perfect time to go through your overly crammed closet. You created three piles – one for keeping, another for donating, and a third one for things you needed time to decide on. It had been going smoothly until you came across something you thought was lost forever. It was towards the back – hanging in a plastic cover on the metal clothes’ rack.

            “No way,” you whispered to yourself – taking the plastic-covered uniform out and laying it on the bed. Nervously, you unzipped it and tears welled up in your eyes when you realized what it was.

It was your fatigues from your time in the Army.

            “Find ‘em both?” Bucky’s voice called out softly from the doorway. You turned to look at him and went back over to the closet. You looked once again and found another plastic-covered uniform. Once you unzipped that one, you found your Army Green and Blue Service Uniforms. They seemed to be in perfect condition – just as they had looked when you had seen them last.

“H-How are these…?”

“I have my ways,” the solider smiled softly and walked over to you. He softly stroked the fabric and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Should I try it on?” you asked softly, almost to yourself. “I haven’t worn these in forever.”

He kissed your cheek lovingly. “I would love to see you in them.”

It took a while – longer than it had taken when you were a few years younger – but you finally managed to get into your Army Blues. It was a bittersweet feeling. You felt happy that you could still fit in them, but you also felt heartbroken that the military chapter of your life was over, but you knew you wouldn’t trade meeting with or sleeping with Bucky that night in Bucharest for anything. The love you had for your little boy and the soldier was more than you knew what to do with. You tied your hair back like you had gotten used to doing back then and exited the bathroom with a sigh. When you came back out into the bedroom, you didn’t see Bucky anywhere, but you heard faint music coming from the living room. Curiously, you followed the sound.

            “Bucky?” you called out for your lover, confused as to where he went. “Where’d you go?” The music grew louder as you walked closer to the living room, and it was easily recognizable as Ella Fitzgerald. When you entered the room, tears fell from your eyes at the sight. Covering the furniture were red rose petals, on the table was a deliciously cooked dinner with a bottle of wine, and standing in the middle of the living  room was your lover dressed to the nines in his World War II era Army Greens. “Buck…” you whispered – bringing your hand to cover your mouth.

            “A little birdie told me that you never got to go to your Army Ball,” he finally spoke up.

You could only nod tearfully and threw your arms around his neck. You let out a small chuckle. “When you said you were gonna cook dinner while I cleaned…this isn’t what I had in mind.”

Bucky smiled down at you and began swaying to the music. “What can I say? I’m unpredictable,” he smiled – planting a kiss on your lips.

“Where’s James at?” you asked him quietly, holding his forehead to yours as the two of you continued to sway gently.

“Babysitter,” he replied followed by another kiss. “He’s spending the night tonight, so we have the whole place to ourselves.” His words were followed with a hint of mischief in his eyes and a smirk on his lips.

You giggled against his lips. If you could have it your way, his lips would never be off yours. You let out a desperate and wanton sounding sigh. “I want you,” you softly declared. The words started a fire inside the super soldier, but he knew he needed to be respectful when removing the clothes the two of you were wearing. As much as he wanted to rip the clothes off you, he knew he couldn’t do that in good conscience. So, his hands moved quickly but gently – never ceasing the dance the two of you were doing. Normally, he’d throw the clothes to the floor, but this time, he made sure to place them carefully on the coffee table until he had you in your tank top and panties.

“Your turn,” he moaned against your lips – guiding your hands to the hem of his jacket. You giggled and began undressing him – being just as respectful as he had been with your uniform. The fabric on his felt different, which you had expected with it being from the 1940’s. “You won’t tear it, baby,” he told you – sensing the hesitation in your movements. You undid his belt, and you could feel the large bulge growing underneath the fabric. You bit your lip in anticipation for what was to come. Finally, you had him in his tank top and boxers, and he wasted no time in picking you up and placing his hands under your ass while you wrapped your legs around his waist. He carried you over to the sofa and held you close as you straddled his lap. Your fingers found their way into his hair, and even though it was still short, you could tell he had started growing it back out.

“Baby,” you breathed against his lips, “please don’t tell me you’re actually growin’ your hair out just for me.”

He chuckled and began kissing the side of your neck. “What if I said I like when you pull it?”

“Oh, do you?”

“And I think it looks kinda badass,” he added.

“I think you’re kinda badass,” you teased. The soldier only responded by pulling your lips back to his – sliding his tongue into your mouth and moaning at the feeling and taste.  He reached over into one of the end tables and pulled out a black velvet box. You immediately knew what it was when you saw the shape. “Buck…,” you whispered in surprise, but before you could continue, you were shushed by a kiss.

“It’s not what you think,” he informed you. Both of you knew it was way too soon to be thinking about marriage. “Call it old-fashioned, but…,” he trailed off – opening the box up and letting you see the beautiful, black-stoned ring with diamonds and a silver band, “I want to give you a promise.”

You felt your breath hitch. “A promise?”

“A promise to always be by your side,” he explained. “A promise to always be your rock, and hopefully, one day your fiancé, husband, and to father more children with you.” You smiled tearfully and watched him slide the ring on your finger.

“I fucking love you Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes,” you declared in a whisper as you held his face to yours.

He chuckled and began removing your tank top and bra. “I fucking love you more.” This layer of clothing mattered less than the ones prior, so the two of you wasted no time in ripping the last bits of fabric off each other.

“Buck,” you moaned into his mouth – grinding your hips against his cock.

“Hm?”

“Let’s start trying.”

A grin grew on Bucky’s face. “Yeah?”

You nodded.

“Under one condition,” he began to bargain. You nodded in response. “We need to talk to James first…make sure not to spring it on him.”

“Deal,” you smiled and kissed him. “We’ll talk to him tomorrow.”

“Deal.”

He held your head in his hands and guided you down onto his cock. The feeling of him stretching and filling you was something you never wanted to get used to.

“You feel so fucking good,” you panted, your hands tangled in his hair as his mouth latched onto one of your nipples. His metal hand slipped in between your bodies, and he began rubbing your throbbing clit – making you moan and ride him faster. His tongue swirled around your nipple before he released it and moved onto the other one.  The two of you got lost in each other for what felt like an eternity, and eventually, you found yourselves tangled up in the sheets – holding onto one another and sleeping soundly.

Bucky’s phone went off at 8 AM the next morning, causing both of you to awaken.

            “Hello?” Bucky’s raspy and sleep-filled voice answered the phone call. You could hear your babysitter’s voice on the other end of the line. “Yeah, just give us a few minutes.” He hung up the phone and sat up alongside you. “C’mon, let’s get dressed.”

You and your lover quickly threw on some sweats and picked up the living room as best you could in the couple of minutes that Bucky was able to buy you before having to open the door.

            “Momma! Daddy!” James’ voice called out when Bucky opened the door.

“Hey buddy!” Bucky excitedly greeted the toddler – scooping him up into his arms and kissing him on the cheek. “Did you have a fun time?”

“Ya!”

You came out of the bedroom from putting the clothes away and handed $200 to your babysitter.  “Thanks for watching him for us,” you smiled – placing a kiss on James’ head.

“Cans we has ice cream for beakfast?” James’ asked giddily.

You and Bucky chuckled and locked the door after your babysitter left. “Ice cream?” Bucky questioned, acting surprised. “But I was gonna make us some yummy pancakes!”

“Ooo!” James clapped. “Pancacks!”

“Why don’t we go get you a bath while daddy makes some pancacks?” you asked your son – using his cute mispronunciation of the word pancakes.

“Otay momma!” he agreed, and Bucky put him down. “I go get bubbles!”

The excited toddler ran to his bathroom and started to pick out the bubbles he wanted to use for his morning bath.

“You know,” Bucky hummed as he wrapped his arms around your waist. “I’ve never had a bubble bath.” He bit his bottom lip and looked ahead – the thoughts in his head clearly forming. “Maybe we could have one tonight.”

You chuckled and kissed him. “Be good today, and we’ll see.” You walked away with a wink – following the sound of James’ excited voice.

“I got da bubbles!”

You entered the bathroom to find a naked toddler playing with the water and putting the bubbles into the tub.

“Buddy, don’t put too much, okay?”

“Otay, momma,” he acknowledged – topping off his perfect amount of bubbles before closing the lid and setting it back in his little caddy with bath items.

Reaching your hand into the water, you adjusted it so that it was the perfect temperature. You knew he liked his baths hot, but not too hot. If there was something he definitely got from you, it was your strong distaste for cold showers and baths.

That’s something you didn’t know about Bucky, you realized. Did he prefer cold or hot baths?

You’d have to find out later.

“Okay, buddy, it’s ready,” you told your son – helping him step over the edge and get into the bubble bath.

James let out a content sigh as he sunk down and let the bubble-water cover his body – giving him a giant bubble-beard on his chin. The two of you laughed and you started to help him wash his hair.

“Momma?” James’ voice questioned, “Do you and daddy lobe each utter?”

You giggled at his preciousness. “Yes, buddy,” you answered, “me and daddy lobe each other very much.”

After bath time was over, you got James dressed and headed into the kitchen.

“Pancacks!” James called out as he ran over to the table that Bucky had filled with blueberry pancakes, juice for James, and coffee for the two of you.

“Ooo…these smell amazing, babe,” you complimented as you sat down. You took a bite out of one of the pancakes and moaned at the taste. “Oh my god, these are amazing.”

Bucky blushed at the compliment. “It’s uh, one of my mom’s recipes,” he admitted.

“Your momma has yummy rest-pee,” James’ stated.

You and Bucky both chuckled, and the three of you ate your breakfast and drank your respective drinks. After breakfast, you and Bucky cleaned up and came to the decision that you would sit James down and talk to him about becoming a big brother.

[guilty-pleasures21]

Yooooooooouuuuuuuuuu!!!!!!! You SUCK!

Ahh! I love them so much!!!

0. The slow burn

1. There are too many. TOO MANY!!

Part 1 - the bad day

Part 2 - the injury

Part 3 - the sleepover

Part 4 - the lovesick teenager/the gym

Part 5 - the eyedrops

Warnings: none.

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It had been a few days since she’d last seen him. The nurses had put her on an IV for two days before clearing her to leave. Then she’d taken another day of rest before returning to HQ to check on Miguel: he hadn’t been to visit her once since their last mission. Not a ‘how are you feeling’ or a simple ‘hola, arañita’, not even through text! She bounced into the control room, her footsteps getting even lighter when she saw him standing on the platform by his computer. “Miguel? Are you busy?”

     She webbed up to the platform to stand beside him, but he didn’t look up, refusing to meet her gaze. “Yes.” 

     “Oh,” she said when he didn’t elaborate. He wasn’t ever so brusque with her - not with her. “Um, I’m fine now! The doctors said I was all right.”

More silence. She took a step closer to him, trying to sneak a glance at whatever he was working on. “Can I help?”

     “No.”

Her stomach churned as she wondered if he might be angry. Not at her, maybe, but … She tugged on her chair, dragging it closer to her so she could take a seat beside him. 

“I’ll just-” He sighed loudly, interrupting her. Finally, he turned to her, his eyes narrowed in irritation.

“Can you just … go?” She froze, stunned by the response.

  “W-What?” He turned back to his screens. 

     “I don’t need you messing up my missions anymore,” he told her, his voice flat, emotionless. “Just go fight some lowlife criminals from your dimension or something. Seems to be the only thing you’re actually good at.” Her chest tightened at his response, the tears beginning to build up behind her eyes. How could he say that? 

“How can you say that, Miguel?” He turned to face her, his brows pulled low in a frown. 

     “Because!” He took a step closer to her, his expression thunderous as he towered over her. “You’re incapable and incompetent! You almost got yourself killed on a mission even Pav and Hobie had no trouble with!”

Because she’d saved them! They’d only had no trouble because she was the one who’d defeated Loki, the one who’d saved them all! But the fear was too great for her to speak, seeping into her bones and squeezing around her insides. She curled into herself, backing away from him slowly, meticulously avoiding his gaze. 

     “How could you be so stupid?!” he continued, taking a step forward every time she took one back. “How could you, of all people, be so dumb?!” She stopped, her foot finding empty space when she tried to take another step backwards. 

     “Just … go home to your comics or whatever,” he finished, returning to his computer. “I don’t need you here anymore.” She opened her mouth to try to respond, but then shut it again, too terrified to say anything. What if she spoke and another hurtful insult fell from his lips? She slapped her hand over her mouth as a sob slipped out. Then she turned and ran far away from him. 

     Peter strolled into the room, whistling a tune from one of the cartoons Mayday had started watching recently. It was a cheery tune, one that had gotten stuck in his head and refused to leave. He waved a hand up at Miguel, brooding on the platform as he normally did. “Hey, Miguel! Where’s X? I haven’t seen her in a few days.” 

     Miguel shrugged, not looking at him. “I don’t know. She probably went home or something.” 

     “Hmm,” Peter began, landing on the platform beside him. “I heard she got injured. Is she okay?” His heart squeezed in his chest at the reminder, his breath catching in his throat. He turned to Peter, scowl on his face. 

     “Why don't you go ask her yourself?!” Peter held his hands up in surrender. 

     “Whoa! Hey! What’s wrong, Miguel?” He placed a gentle hand on his friend’s shoulder, but Miguel shrugged it off grumpily. “Miguel. What happened? I talked to Pav and Hobie and they said she got injured and that you were freaking out.” Miguel sniffed.

     “I wasn’t … ‘freaking out’,” he mumbled. Peter folded his arms across his chest and tapped his foot on the ground, waiting. Finally, Miguel sighed. “She messed up, okay? She did something … stupid and I … I dismissed her.” 

     “‘Dismissed her’?” Peter echoed. “What does that even mean? And what did she do that was so bad?” Miguel pursed his lips, knowing Peter wasn’t going to like his answer. 

     “She … She almost got herself killed using Scorpion’s venom.” Again, a lump formed in his throat at the thought. “So, I … I told her to leave. I said we didn’t need her anymore.” ‘I’ - ‘I don’t need you anymore’; that’s what he’d said. He winced as Peter began yelling at him. 

     “You what?!” Peter exclaimed, waving his hands in the air in disbelief. “How could you say that to her, Miguel?! You know how much she cares about you - I know how much she cares about you; everyone knows how much she cares about you.” He waited until Miguel turned to face him, the shame shining through his features. Then he sighed. Because he cared about her too. Just as much as she cared about him; that was obvious to everyone as well. He returned his hand to Miguel’s shoulder.

     “Are you mad at her because she made one mistake? For the first time?” He paused to let the words sink in. “Or are you mad because you were scared you might lose her?” 

     He sucked in a breath at the memory of her convulsing in his arms, at the fear he’d felt racing through his veins. The fear he’d let push her away, causing him to lose her anyway. 

     “Go find her, Miguel,” Peter told him. “Apologise. For once in your life.” Miguel narrowed his eyes at that, fixing Peter with an exasperated look. But then he clicked on his watch anyway, opening up a portal to take him to her house.

     He landed in the entryway of her apartment, his head almost brushing the ceiling as he looked around. It was small, but cosy; neat, but welcoming. Just like her. Her head popped up over the sofa and she hopped up quickly when she saw him, scurrying over to the light switch by her bedroom to dim the lights. And it killed him. It killed him that, even after he’d hurt her as much he had, she still found it so easy to care for him. He deactivated his mask and called out to her softly. “¿Arañita?”

     She flinched at the familiar nickname, the one reserved only for the two of them, and it felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice cold water over his head. He clenched his jaw, not caring for the feeling one bit. “What do you want, Miguel?” 

     Her voice was cold, flat, and she refused to meet his gaze as she spoke, her eyes fixed instead on her own feet. He began making his way over to her, each step slow, careful, like he was worried any sudden movements might cause her to bolt. He reached a hand out, wanting to run his fingers through the strands of her hair, to push it out of her face so he could see those almond-shaped eyes and rosy cheeks and soft, curved lips. But again, she pulled away, and again, his heart dropped into his stomach. His fingers twitched, aching to reach out and comfort her. And it terrified him. It terrified him how much he wanted to hold her, to pull her into his arms and keep her safe, always. He ground his teeth together, trying to contain his emotions. 

     “X, I’m sorry,” he began slowly. “For what I said. And how I treated you. I was … I was just scared, that I might … that I might …” He let his words trail off, unable to finish the sentence, the horrible thought that had plagued his mind for the past few days. But she just glared at him, angry now, her eyes red and swollen from how she’d cried earlier. Because of him. Because of what he’d said to her. His heart ached at the sight. 

     “So?!” she exclaimed. “I was scared too! You didn’t see me throwing a tantrum about it!” She frowned at him, waiting for his excuse. But there was no excuse. He’d made a mistake and he needed to apologise. He’d own up and take accountability for his actions, apologising to her over and over and over again until she forgave him. 

     “You’re right,” he agreed. “I’m sorry. I was wrong and … and …”

     “You know what?” She crossed her arms over her chest, her gaze still fixed on him. “I am sick and tired of angry men! I’ve already had to grow up around so many, I’m not going to put myself through that again; not if I can help it. And I can help it now: I’m an adult now. I get to decide who I want to keep and who I don’t.”

     'Do you want to keep me?’. The words hovered on the tip of his tongue. He wouldn’t be able to bear it if she said she didn’t. 

     “I’m sorry,” he repeated. “I … It won’t happen again. I promise.” She stood her ground, her expression unconvinced. So he pushed on. 

     “I just-” His voice cracked as the memory came flooding back to him: her, lying in his arms, convulsing as her body tried to rid itself of the venom running through her veins. Her, flopping over, and him not even breathing as he waited, waited for her to wake up, to say something, to do anything. “You were just lying there, arañita! And I … I …” 

     She let her arms fall back to her sides, her features scrunching up in concern. He was having a panic attack, she recognised it. She crept over to him carefully, trying not to startle him, and bent over to try to catch his gaze. His eyes remained fixed on the floor, wild and restless as he re-lived whatever memories were running through his mind right then. She reached up slowly and took his face in her hands, tilting his head towards her. 

     “Miguel? I’m okay. I’m okay.” She brushed her thumbs along his cheeks. “Look at me. What colour is my hair?” He hesitated, trying to bring his attention back to the present, to focus on her standing in front of him, waiting for him to respond. 

     “Brown?” 

     “And my eyes?” 

     He stared into her eyes, his breathing slowing down a little as he studied them. “Dark brown.” 

     “And my tongue?” She stuck her tongue out and wriggled it playfully, trying to retain his attention. He relaxed a little more. 

     “Pink.” She lowered her hands to his, stroking her thumbs across them. 

     “Take your gloves off,” she commanded him gently. He complied and she took hold of his hands, curling her fingers around them. “How does my skin feel?” 

     “Smooth. Cold.” He engulfed her small hands in his large ones, trying to warm her up. She smiled up at him, the curl of her lips beneath her puffy eyes tugging at his heartstrings again. 

     “And my hair? What does it smell like?” She took a step forward, burying her face in his chest and wrapping her arms around his waist. He found his own hands landing on her back, and he ran his fingers gently along her spine as he rested his cheek on the top of her head. 

     “It smells … fruity. Citrus-y?” 

     “I just washed it,” she told him, her voice muffled by his chest. She pulled back to look up at him, her arms still curled loosely around his waist. “Do you want to sit down?” He nodded and she guided him over to the sofa to take a seat. She sank into the cushions beside him, then arranged his arm over the back of the headrest so she could curl up against his side. She reached up, placing two fingers against the side of his neck. 

     “What are you doing?” he asked her, a tinge of amusement clouding his voice. She sat back to look up at him. 

     “Feeling for your pulse.” She grabbed his hand and placed his fingers on her neck, moving the other to rest on his neck. “Is it okay? Is your heart still beating too fast?” He remained silent for a moment, counting out the beats as they pulsed against his fingers. 

     “It’s slowing down now.” 

     “Try to match mine.” She rolled her eyes, smiling at the thought. “Or less, probably.”

His lips twitched at the joke, but he kept his fingers against her neck, measuring the beating of his heart against hers. She ran her fingers along his thigh as she waited, her nails scratching over his skin lightly in a way that kept distracting him from the task at hand. He looked up and studied her carefully, his gaze trailing over her slowly as he reassured himself that she was okay; that she was real and she was safe, her heart pulsing in her chest, the blood rushing through her arteries beneath his fingers. Finally, he dropped his hands back to his lap. “I think it’s all right now.”

She hummed in acknowledgement, then curled back into his side, her body small and soft against his. Eventually, she sat back to look up at him. “Do you want to stay for dinner?”

He hesitated, afraid to pose the question. 

     “Can I … Can I stay over? Just for tonight! I just … I just want to make sure you’re okay.” He avoided her gaze as he waited for her answer. Stupid, it was a stupid question. How stupid of him to reveal just how much he truly cared about her, how embarrassing. 

     “Of course!” she replied quickly, not even needing to think twice about it. She glanced around her tiny apartment, thinking. “Do you mind sleeping on the sofa? It’s a pull-out! I just don’t think my bed would be big enough for the both of us.” 

     She understood; she understood exactly what he needed right now - exactly how he was feeling and how to help him feel better. And she made it seem so easy too, as if she didn’t even need to spare a second thought when it came to him. He shifted in his seat, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “My bed … should be. If that’s … If you’re comfortable with that.” 

     “Sure.” She shrugged, not seeming bothered in the slightest by the idea of sharing a bed with him. She glanced at his suit. “But do you need to go back first?”

     “Yeah,” he nodded, suddenly feeling back to normal again. “I still have some stuff I need to clear up.” 

     “Okay. I’ll just call my mum first. Then we can go after.” She leaned back against the sofa. “Do you want to have dinner here though? I can order something.”

She was a terrible cook; she’d whined about once before, in the pantry with some of the other Spiders. ‘It’s a curse!’, she’d lamented. ‘Everything I cook turns out both raw and burnt!’. She picked up her phone and began scrolling through it. 

     “Roti prata?” Her favourite food - besides the instant noodles he’d tried to ban from HQ to stop her from eating them so often. So he’d made it a regular dish: pizza on Fridays, roti prata on Saturdays. Instant noodles for lunch on Saturdays when she managed to sneak it into the canteen before he caught her too. 

     “What do you want to eat?” he asked. X tapped her phone against her mouth as she considered. 

     “Can I get the one with the chicken and the onion already inside of it? The stuffed one.” She tapped on her phone for a bit, then held it out to him, showing him a picture of what he’d asked for. 

     “This one?” He nodded in agreement and she added it to the cart. Then she looked up at him again, her eyes narrowing in suspicion as she considered him. 

     “You want one?” she asked him. “Or two …” He sighed, his lips quirking at the ends anyway. 

     “Mierda, arañita. Why do you always think I can eat so much?” She laughed. 

     “Uh, because you’re kind of freakin’ huge?!” She poked his broad chest to illustrate her point. “Where else am I supposed to think all this muscle comes from?” He rolled his eyes, trying not to smile. 

     “One is enough, arañita.” She sank back into her seat and shrugged. 

     “Suit yourself, big guy.” He frowned and poked her in the side, causing her to shriek and pull away immediately - because she was so painfully ticklish. She glared up at him, blowing away a loose curl that had fallen into her eyes.

     “You’re so mean, Miguel.” He scoffed incredulously. 

     “You’re the one calling me big!” And suddenly, it was easy again, easier than it had been in a long time. But just with her - only with her. She trailed her gaze over him, appraising him carefully and biting on her lip in a way that had the blood rushing to his neck. She tapped her phone on her mouth again, giving him a suggestive look. 

     “Are you not?” F*ck. His breath hitched in his throat and he pushed himself out of his seat, putting some distance between them. 

     “I should be back in about two hours.” He re-activated his mask and opened up a portal to take him back to HQ. “Hasta luego, arañita.”

     “Hasta luego, Miguel.” 

     She took in his apartment, her eyes wide with disbelief. It was so big! And so fancy! A penthouse suite with two floors and five bedrooms and three bathrooms and a view of the entire city spread out below. It probably could have fit her place six times over! She tiptoed over to the plush grey sofa in the living room and her feet sank into the fluffy white carpet as she set her pillow down. 

     “This is your house?” X asked him, her tone dripping with disbelief. Miguel grunted in acknowledgement, setting her water bottle down on the kitchen island before turning around to look at her. He leaned back against the island, folding his arms across his chest. 

     “Is there something wrong with it?” X shook her head quickly and turned around, making sure to absorb every part of her surroundings fully. 

     “No!” she reassured him, her expression awestruck as she studied his house. “It’s so big! Are you, like, a rich boy or something?” She turned to look at him, her lips curling in amusement as he gave her a confused look. 

     “A what?” She grinned.

     “A rich boy,” she repeated, gesturing to their surroundings. He turned his eyes away from her, shifting uncomfortably in position. 

     “Uh, yeah. I guess.” She swivelled around, ignoring his discomfort, and began making her way to the balcony. 

     “Ugh!” she groaned, waving her hands around dramatically. “I’m gonna have to marry you now, Miguel, I have absolutely no choice!” 

     He froze, unsure if he’d heard her right. ‘Marry’ him? Was that what she’d said? That she’d have to marry him? ‘Have’ to, like she had absolutely no choice in the matter? 

     “¿Qué?” He looked up, needing to hear her say it again. But she’d disappeared, walking out onto the balcony and leaving him behind. He ran after her. 

     “¡Arañita! ¡¿Qué?!” He rushed over to where she was standing, gripping onto the railing as she gazed out over the city. “What did you just say?” 

     She smiled, admiring the bright lights and the buzz of people still dashing through the streets, even when the moon was already so high in the sky. Miguel leaned over, trying to catch her gaze to get her to repeat what she’d said, still unable to believe that she’d actually said it. She refused to look at him, delighting in the puzzled expression on his face as she teased him. “Wow. This is so beautiful, Miguel.” 

     ¡Mierda, she was driving him mad! That relaxed smile on her face as she rejected his attempts to meet her eyes. He straightened, hardening his features and giving her a serious look. “X. What did you say just now?” 

     “What?” She grinned, finally looking up at him. “When I said I’m gonna have to marry you?” Again, she’d said it again! And so casually too, like it was just a fact of life, something inevitable they’d both have to accept. He gulped and nodded, completely at a loss for words. Her expression softened and she returned her gaze to the city, shuffling closer to him until her arm brushed against his. 

     “It’s okay,” she continued, her voice reassuring. She leaned over, resting her head against his arm. “I think we’ll be okay. Besides …” She pulled back slightly to look up at him again, her lips still curled into that mischievous smile. 

     “No one else is ever going to enjoy your company as much as I do. I won’t let them!” Her brows drew together in anger at the very thought, then her face broke into a grin again as she lowered her head back to his arm. How could she … How could she be so relaxed about this?! He gripped onto the railing, considering her words carefully. Was she really serious? He couldn’t tell. Not with that teasing smile she kept giving him every time she said it. But she kept saying it - why would she keep saying it if she didn’t mean it? If she didn’t want it to be true? He slid his gaze over to her, searching her demeanour for some hint as to what she was thinking, some clue. But she continued laying against his arm, her posture relaxed as she looked out at the landscape below them. Did she want it to be true? Did she … He shook the thought away, not wanting to think about it too hard. But what did it mean; if she wanted it to be true? What did it mean about the way she felt about him? And … what did it mean about the way he felt about her? His eyes drifted over to her again, his brain reminding him that he’d asked to stay the night, just so he could check up on her, just so he could make sure she was okay. She yawned suddenly, saving him from having to think about the situation any longer, and began heading back inside. 

     “Can we watch some TV or something?” she asked him, settling into the sofa. She looked up at him, waiting as he tried to collect his thoughts. 

     “Uh, um, yeah. Sure.” He sank onto the sofa, careful to leave a little space between them, and turned on the TV. “What do you want to watch?” She thought about it, then shrugged. 

     “I dunno. What kind of TV do you guys have?” He handed her the remote, unsure as to what she liked, but regretted his decision immediately when she landed on some trashy reality dating show. 

     “Really?” he asked her incredulously. “This trash?” She grinned and leaned back against the headrest, making herself comfortable. 

     “It’s nice to know it never gets old.” He rolled his eyes, but said nothing as she continued watching, the ache throbbing inside his chest finally easing up at the sight of her, safe and sound beside him again. 

     “What’s your favourite colour?” They’d gone to bed a while back, the two of them laying on their separate ends, their eyes trailing over one another as their hearts pounded with the excitement of sharing a bed together. He thought about it. 

     “Red.” She flashed him a smug smile, one he could easily make out in the dark. 

     “I knew it.” He rolled his eyes at her response. 

     “Why? Because it’s the colour of my suit?” She rearranged her features into a knowing expression.

     “Guys’ favourite colours are almost always red or blue,” she informed him. “You seem more like a red guy than a blue guy though.” 

     “Because I’m angry all the time?” He tried to keep his tone light, neutral, but it gnawed at his heart, how much he’d hurt her because of his fear. He really needed to manage his temper. 

     “No,” she reassured him softly. “You’re not angry all the time. You just seem more like someone who’ll go out and do things instead of sitting back and letting them pass you by. Red.” His lips twitched at her response, amused. Who knew a person’s favourite colour could tell you so much about them? 

     “What’s your favourite colour?”

     “Purple,” she replied immediately. “But that’s because of Barney.” 

     “Barney?” he repeated, confused. 

     “This big purple dinosaur I used to watch as a kid,” she explained. “He was my first crush.” She gave a dreamy smile, knowing he’d be able to make out the expression in the dark. His brows furrowed in disbelief.

     “Your first crush was a big purple dinosaur?” She laughed. 

     “Don’t worry, it gets worse from there. I also like Simba. And then probably Shahrukh Khan.” A brief silence fell over them as he attempted to come up with a response.

     “I have never heard of any of these people.” She chuckled again. 

     “I’ll show you one day,” she assured him. “What’s your favourite animal? And don’t say spider!”

Favourite animal now? What secrets would that reveal about him? 

     “Technically,” he began, his tone matter of fact, “a spider isn’t an animal. It’s an-”

     “Arachnid,” she finished, her voice softening with awe. “So it doesn’t fall into the kingdom Animalia.” A pause. And then she spoke in a dramatic whisper. 

     “I think I’m in love with you, Miguel.” 

     He froze, taken aback by the sudden confession. But did she mean it? Or was she just joking? Was she joking when she’d said it earlier; that she’d wanted to marry him? Or had she meant it then, just as she meant it now? He ground his teeth together, frustrated by her constant teasing. Santo cielo, she was going to drive him mad if she kept carrying on like this! He tried to brush it aside, to match her nonchalance, the casual tone she continued to use on him. 

     “Not the usual response.” She gave him a wicked smile and his stomach flipped over at the sight.

     “What? You wanted me to call you a huge nerd?” He frowned. 

     “Arañita,” he chastised her, his tone warning. She cuddled her pillow tighter, shuffling over to him slightly. 

     “It’s okay,” she told him gently. Then she lowered her voice, leaning into him like she was about to tell him a secret. “I think it’s kind of sexy.”

‘¡Ay, coño, arañita!’ he wanted to yell. ‘Stop messing with my head like that!’ But then she'd just give him that innocent look and ask him ‘like what, Miguel? How am I messing with your head?’ And she'd flash him that devious grin again, the one that made the adrenaline rush through his veins in anticipation of what she might do next - how she might tease him, getting him hot under the collar all while keeping that playful expression on her face. He swallowed, trying to come up with a very unsexy response. 

     “Because you're a huge nerd too?” He winced as it came out a little louder than expected - a little too desperate, he worried. But it didn't matter, because she still outwitted him anyway. 

     “You think I'm sexy?” She fluttered her eyelashes at him and he fought to suppress a groan. He wouldn’t think about it, wouldn’t think about how sexy she really was, her delicious curves making his mouth water with longing every time she stretched herself out. ¡Ay, coño, she was going to be the death of him one day! 

     “Go to sleep, arañita,” he grumbled, pulling the covers tighter over himself. She chuckled, delighted by how easy it was to fluster him. 

     “Good night, Miguel! 

     “Buenas noches, arañita.”

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