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this is not how mental illnesses work but i truly feel that if i look at jensen ackles too much i will develop gender dysphoria
#if i was braindead i would reblog gifs of him and be like 'gender'#which is cringe as hell cause it glorifies gender roles which are harmful as hell#but i also fully understand that in the gender role obsessed world we live it's possible to be jealous of#the way someone does or doesn't fit gender roles#bc they're so baked into every facet of style and personality and stuff#that admiring something about someone inevitably ties in to how they do or don't fit gender roles#because every trait that every person could have has already been coded masculine or feminine by society#of course my answer is to deconstruct and destroy that rather than have fun with it bc there's nothing fun about misogyny lol#anyway all that's to say i never agreed with what people meant when they were reblogging the pretty boys being like 'i want his gender'#aka i want to be like him and fit gender roles the way he does or doesn't#but i'm seeing some jensen ackles shit that is rewiring my brain fully#i need to look like that immediately#also i had a soul-crushing convo about misogyny with my friend yesterday (love her we have so much in common)#and my subconscious is now like. ha just a reminder being a woman is so hard all#the time wouldn't it be nice if not only you were a man but you were a 'man's man'#and just live one day out from under the patriarchy!!! wouldn't that be so great well too bad. sucks for you.#patriarchy all day all the time and it's heart wrenching and soul crushing and unbearable and sometimes the worst part of being alive#ha! ha!
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7 Minutes In Heaven | Billy Loomis
Pairing: Billy Loomis x female!reader
Word count: 5K
Warnings/contents: Strong language, mild sexual innuendos, light fluff.
Notes: Sometimes I forget how hot Billy is when he's pissed off, and then I see this gif and I go... 😍🤤
I hope that you guys enjoy this chapter, I had a fun time trying to figure out what to do for it and I think that it ended up sort of good.
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The sofa dipped beside you as a warm arm wrapped around your shoulder and pulled you close; you were zoning out, staring at the wall behind your friends head for the past few minutes. The sudden action made you jump slightly as the man beside you let out a sigh and grinned.
“Wasn’t this a great party?” Stu asked, looking around at the room of dwindling guests. He was right— the party had been a success and gone nearly all night long; the sun was going to start coming up before you knew it and everyone started to show up to his house around six o’clock yesterday evening. Your eyes were tired as you glanced at the man and brought your cup to your lips.
“Yeah, it sure was.” You met Tatum’s eyes across the room and shifted awkwardly. She always knew that there was nothing going on between you and Stu— after all, you were constantly reminding her that he was like a brother— a very annoying brother. However that didn’t mean that you weren’t uncomfortable sometimes when she caught you with him like this. It was no secret that Stu had cheated on her over the summer. And that was the time she knew of. “You want anything from the kitchen?” You asked, knocking his arm off of your shoulder as you stood.
“Nah,” before he could finish his sentence, you started to head away and walk towards the bright kitchen. Blinking hard, you refilled your half empty cup and rubbed your tired eyes carefully, though you were certain your makeup had to be smudged already. It had been on for over twenty four hours now. You had come straight from work to Stu’s party.
The kitchen was a mess— you didn’t even want to know what the rest of the house looked like. Somehow Stu would get everything cleaned up before his parents got home, most likely with Billy’s help.
“Hey,” you looked over and sent your friend a smile when she peeked around the kitchen doorframe. “Stu wants to play a game before everyone leaves. Want to join?”
“Sure. What are we playing?” You asked, walking alongside Sidney to the sitting room. “Knowing Stu, probably something that ends with someone being naked.”
“It’s probably strip truth or dare,” she snickered, playing along with your joke. “Or strip “Never have I ever.”” The two of you shared another laugh before walking towards the small group of people left and sat down in the semi-formed circle. There were a few people that you recognized from high school, but then there were a lot more unfamiliar faces. You wouldn’t have been surprised if there were over two-hundred people in this house over the course of the past twelve hours.
“Alright everybody,” Stu started, though he tipped his head upwards and chugged the last bit of beer in a bottle that you hoped hadn’t been sitting there for too long, and sent the room a smirk. “We’re all playing seven minutes in heaven.” Tatum shot him a dirty look as you and Sidney shared a groan.
“Maybe we’ll get someone super drunk and we can make them forget what we’re playing,” Sidney whispered hopefully into your ear.
“Or maybe we’ll get thrown up on.” She cringed at the thought while you watched Stu set the bottle in the middle of the circle and ignored Tatum’s stare.
“So… who’s spinning first?” Sidney asked, glancing around the room of drunk and hungover college students hunched over with their head in their hands. The thought of being shoved against one of these strangers in the small closet made your stomach churn. You had sworn you’d seen several of the people in the circle throwing up earlier in the night.
“First to ask, first to spin.” Stu gestured to the daunting bottle on the floor. Sidney sent you a semi-timid look out of the corner of her eye, earning a huff from you.
“I’ll go first.” You leaned in, grasping the bottle by the neck and hoping that you would end up with someone who either hadn’t thrown up tonight, or who was less drunk than some of the others. You leaned back onto your knees and watched as it came to a stop— then quickly your eyes went wide and your lip curled in disgust. “God, this night just keeps getting fucking worse.”
“What a lucky man I am,” Stu sent you a devious smirk and stood as Tatum looked between the two of you quickly and huffed as she crossed her arms. He moved until he stood over you and offered a hand down towards you; sending Tatum a quick, apologetic look, you stood up on your own, ignoring the mans hand and starting to walk towards the small coat closet by the front door. You glanced back and saw Billy, a semi-annoyed look on his face as he followed a smirking Stu towards the closet behind you.
“Have fun.” Billy’s tone was dull, one you didn’t hear often. He seemed less than impressed at the situation, but you weren’t entirely sure why.
“Oh, we will—“
“We won’t—“ You and Stu spoke at the same time as he pulled you into the closet with him. Billy seemed to hesitate for a second before he shut the closet door.
“Time starts… now.” Billy called through the closed door and blocked the handle with the chair. Your gut wrenched as you shimmied as far away from Stu as possible. He was so close in the closet you swore that you could feel his body heat radiating towards you even as you pushed yourself back against the wall.
“You couldn’t have picked strip truth or dare, or something?” You grumbled in complaint at the man after a moment of silence. Stu gave a quick snicker and reached towards you for your shoulder.
“You’d rather everybody see your boobs than just me?” With a scoff, you slapped the mans hand away as his chilly fingers traced your collarbone.
“You are not going to be seeing my boobs tonight, Stu.” He gave a soft hum in response.
“Yeah, y’know what? You’re right. It’s way too dark to see anything in here.” It was dark in the closet but slowly your eyes were adjusting to Stu’s outline as he spoke.
“You know that isn’t what I meant.” You said, agitated with the man. Stu reached for you again, though this time this fingers graced your cheek before he firmly planted his palm against the side of your face. “And stop acting like you were ever going to see my boobs tonight anyways— go look at your girlfriends instead.” Stu hummed in a teasing tone, though it felt like it was only half paying attention to the words that you were saying.
“But yours look so much better in those tight shirts that you wear.” Your face heated up quick; there was something about him that never failed to anger you. His attitude, his cocky smile, his voice— but most importantly, how little he seemed to care about one of your best friends.
“You are such a fucking asshole— piece of shit— garbage— jerk!” Stu tilted his head to the side and slowly leaned in, quickly grabbing your hands when you reached up to plant them on his chest to keep him back. Stu held both your wrists tight in his hand, leaning in until his warm breath hit the skin beneath your lips.
“If I’m such a fucking asshole then why would I bring you in here to do this?” Curiosity bit at you when Stu didn’t immediately go to kiss you or say anything else.
“Do what…?” Stu gave a soft laugh— a mocking one that made your chest tighten— the smell of alcohol was lingering on his breath, but it wasn’t bothering you as much as not understanding what was going on. Stu was up to something, and for once you didn’t feel a menacing threat from him.
“Make him mad.” You were wracking your brain trying to understand what he meant, but he spoke up again as soon as the alarm went off in the other room. “Just go with it. Trust me— just this once.” He said in an encouraging voice. Soft footsteps started to head for the closet, giving you a feeling of relief before Stu was quick to shove his knee between your legs and forced his lips against yours.
You gasped into his mouth at the quick movements from the man, giving him the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth as he reached up and grasped for your neck; his fingers wrapped around the back of your neck and held you painstakingly close so that you couldn’t pull away from him. Your hands wiggled in his grasp as the door opened and the light nearly blinded you.
With an overdramatized ‘smack,’ Stu pulled away and looked out into the sitting room with a smirk on his face.
“Whoops. Guess we got caught.” Your face was hot, eyebrows furrowed inwards in annoyance and confusion. Stu let your wrists go, though he lingered for a moment on your neck and sent you a wink. You reached up, rubbing the spot that his thumb had been digging into your skin, wondering if his grip was enough to leave a mark. It had sure felt like he was holding you tight enough.
Stu went back to the sitting room and sat where he originally was, but you saw Tatum scoot away so that she wasn’t as close to him. Her eyes lingered on you for a moment before she reached for the bottle.
“I’ll go next.” You frowned, shoulders slumping as you walked back towards your spot and avoided eye contact with the group. Everybody had expected this exact scenario, but you didn’t want to meet anybody’s gaze. Especially not Stu’s.
“Are you okay?” Sidney asked quietly as she sat next to you. “Did he assault you in there or something?” You shook your head softly.
“He just… has really strong fingers.” Sidney raised an eyebrow at you and opened her mouth to speak, but you were quick to cut her off. “No! I mean…” You huffed and watched the bottle spin. “He was just holding onto my neck really hard.”
When the bottle finally stopped, Tatum immediately grimaced.
The boy that it landed on was possibly the drunkest in the circle, barely even able to stand up right let alone help her stand up. She nudged his hand away, sending Stu a quick glance with a huff before she stood. Stu seemed as if he was pretending not to see her desperate eyes as he reached for the timer from Sidney and stood up. Sidney scoffed as Stu led Tatum and the boy towards the small closet.
“He is such a… a…”
“Dickhead?” Sidney gave a soft chuckle and nodded.
“Remind me— why are we friends with them?”
“This is all because of Tatum— I didn’t even know who Stu was before she met him.” Sidney sighed and looked over as Stu headed back with the timer in hand. You saw that it hadn’t been started yet.
“Alright— who wants to play strip truth or dare while they’re in there?” He asked, eyeing you in a way that made your stomach churn. You sent the man a dirty look that made him laugh. “What? I thought that you said you wanted me to see your boobs.”
“I did not say that!” You seethed at the man.
“Ooh— that’s right, you said that you’d rather the whole room see them than just me.”
“I didn’t say that either!”
“I distinctly remember—“ Sidney cleared her throat loudly before the two of you could get into another one of your longwinded fights.
“Why don’t we just play normal truth or dare? Or never have I ever? Something that won’t end in a fight.”
“With him? Unlikely.” You grumbled.
“Well, I have a wonderful dare for you.” Stu grinned.
“I would never choose dare from you.” You scoffed.
“Really? Not even if I dared you to kiss me again?” Your cheeks went hot as you went to reply, nearly standing up to yell at the man before Sidney pressed you back and spoke.
“Never have I ever hosted a party and had nobody show up.” She intervened while you glared at Stu— a look that only Billy could rival. A girl across from Sidney sighed and grabbed her drink, taking a swift shot of it and wincing. Stu laughed as he looked at her, letting you be free from his antagonizing stare for even just a second.
The timer went off and Sidney was quick to get up to go save Tatum.
For the moment, things were quiet, Stu looked back, watching his girlfriend nearly stumble out of the closet with her shirt ruffled. You assumed that it must’ve been some form of revenge as she expectantly looked at Stu, but he didn’t seem like he cared at all.
“We’re playing never have I ever while other people are in the closet.” Sidney informed Tatum while she fixed her shirt. This time, Tatum moved between the two kids from your other classes rather than sit beside Stu. You expected that their fight might last about a week this time. “So… who’s spinning next?” The girl beside Tatum seemed like she was desperate to find any way out of a game that might end up with her drinking more, so she was quick to raise her hand and lean in to spin the bottle.
It spun for what felt like forever before it finally started to slow to a stop and landed dead on Sidney— earning a perverted chuckle from Stu as if he wanted to be in the room with them when this was happening. Sidney, however, sighed and rolled her eyes in his direction.
“Your perverted fantasies aren’t going to be coming true.” You swore that the other girl immediately sunk in relief at being in the closet with Sidney. The guys were drunk and she seemed like she trusted Sidney. Stu hopped up and headed with the girls towards the closet, leaving everybody in a bittersweet moment of silence before he came back. You missed Sidney’s presence next to you, holding you back from arguing with the man that was now seated across from you again.
You glanced around the circle, but your eyes met another’s quickly. Billy was looking at you, and when you met his gaze, he didn’t look away immediately, you sent him a quick, small smile before turning your gaze back to Stu as he spoke up.
“Never have I ever gotten so drunk that I’ve pissed on myself.” You were slightly surprised to see a decent number of people in the circle take a sip from their cup. You and Tatum met each others gaze with a mixture of equally disgusted looks on your face. “Never have I ever—“
“You don’t get to go twice,” you cut the man off quick, an uneasy feeling settling in your stomach from the devious smirk he had on his face as he eyed you down. The look on his face could only bring bad things and you weren’t in the mood for it.
“Then you go.” You didn’t take the time to think before you spoke, dead-set on trying to embarrass the man like he had you; however, you forgot to take into consideration that Stu didn’t care about anybody in this circle outside of himself— including his girlfriend.
“Never have I ever had sex with two people in one night— within the past two years.” Stu took a shot from his drink proudly, something that noticeably hurt Tatum. You felt bad for a moment as she stood and started for the bathroom, but you barely had the time to look at her before he spoke again.
“Aren’t you going to take a shot?” He smirked at you. “Never have I ever sucked a dick in a dirty bathroom for some alcohol.” He shot at you, but before anybody in the circle had the chance to react, you fired back.
“Never have I ever cheated on my girlfriend— multiple times.”
“Never have I ever been so afraid to admit my feelings for someone that I hid in the bathroom an entire lunch period.”
“Never have I ever been so disgusting that I want to vomit when I look in the mirror.”
“Jokes on you, I don’t want to vomit.”
“Looking at you makes me want to make myself vomit.”
The front door clicking shut drew your attention away from the aggravating man. The room was empty aside from you, Stu and Billy now.
“Good going, you chased everybody off.” Stu teased you, knowing that it was going to press your final button.
“I swear to god, Stu—“ Before you could finish your sentence, the timer on his phone went off. He was quick to bounce up and start heading for the closet with a quick wink at you.
“You’ll have to swear to god some other time.”
It was clear as the women left the closet that nothing had happened. Sidney looked around the now almost empty room and frowned.
“Where did everybody go?”
“(y/n) chased everyone off with her off-putting personality.”
“Shut up, Stu!” Sidney sighed as the other girl started to sneak towards the door, wanting to escape the tension of the room. Stu sighed and shook his head as the door clicked shut once more.
“Well… I guess it’s time we end the party.” Sidney said, but Stu was quick to intervene.
“What? No, we can’t end the party. Billy hasn’t even gone yet.”
“Admit it, you just want to tongue Billy in the closet.” You shot at the man, but for the first time in maybe forever, you only received a frown from him.
“Billy, spin the bottle.” The other man looked as confused as you were as he reached for the bottle; if there was one thing the three of you silently agreed on as Stu sat down in the now much smaller circle, the man was relatively unstable and he was acting weirder than usual— something that nobody wanted to push wrong.
“Where is Tatum?” Sidney asked. “She didn’t try and drive home, did she?”
“I’ll go check on Tatum in a minute.” Stu said as he looked at Sidney. “Just sit down.”
“What the hell happened while I was in there?” Sidney asked quietly as she scooted closer to you. Taking a second to glance in her direction, you sighed.
“A lot.”
A devious chuckle left the man across from you that made the hairs on your arms stand up. You looked down at the bottle and saw it facing you perfectly.
“Come on, lovebirds.” Stu stood, heading towards the closet as if he was happier than anybody else in the room seemed to be— maybe even more excited than anybody had been all night long. Your cheeks flushed as you glanced at Billy. He stood, extending a hand in your direction and waiting patiently for your fingers to grasp onto his. You had barely seen the man tonight— after all, you could barely spend any time around him without making a fool out of yourself on a good day.
But you took his hand and let him help you; Sidney was quick to send you a smile and a thumbs up when you glanced backwards at her.
Billy walked into the closet first and as you were going to step inside, Stu nudged you and made you trip. Billy was quick to catch you by the waist as you yelped.
“Dammit, Stu!” You turned to yell at the man, only to have the door slammed in your face.
“Seven minutes!” Stu called out from the other side as he pushed the chair beneath the door handle and walked back to the once fully formed circle with Sidney. Stu set his phone down, the timer off and phone facing down.
“What has gotten into him lately?” You grumbled, shifting with Billy so that you weren’t fully pressed against him in the small closet. Now, you were in the same position that you were in when it was you and Stu in the closet. “He’s been more annoying than usual lately.”
“Seems like you had fun with him in here.” Billy responded dully. You gave a soft groan in discontent.
“No, we did not have fun.”
“Seemed like it when the door opened.”
“He was the one kissing me—”
“Besides, you said you wanted him to see your boobs?”
“I didn’t say that!”
“Tatum probably won’t mind if you’re blowing her boyfriend anyways. I think she’s getting tired of him.”
“I am not blowing Stu!” You said, your upper lip curling in disgust— something that Billy wouldn’t see. “I can’t even believe that you’d think— ew! You don’t really believe I’d voluntarily put his dick in my mouth do you? He’s gross.”
“You looked pretty cozy in here.” You scoffed, going to speak, but suddenly Stu’s voice came to your mind. You hesitated for a moment before you spoke again.
“Are you upset about that?”
“Why should I be mad? If you wanna fuck him, it’s none of my business.”
“I don’t know. Why are you mad?” Billy hesitated for a moment before he scoffed, taking a small step closer to you.
“Did you ever think that maybe you can’t stand Stu so much because you’re like him?” He asked in an impatient tone.
“Uh— offensive.” You complained. “Why the fuck does Stu think that shoving his tongue into my mouth would piss you off anyways? Thats what he said.” You were slightly hopeful in the back of your mind. Maybe he likes me. Maybe he’s jealous. Maybe Stu was trying to help after all.
“He’s an idiot.” Was all that Billy said. You sighed and looked down; the only light that came into the room was illuminating your shoes. After what felt like forever, he finally spoke again. “Alright, maybe there’s something that I should tell you.” Billy sighed, his warm fingers gently nudging your chin up. He’d gotten closer than you thought he had, so close that you felt his breath on your face. Billy opened his mouth to speak again when all of the sudden the front door slammed shut— loudly.
“Tatum!” Sidney called out and hurried footsteps ran towards the door. It opened again and then shut, a clear indication that both of your friends were now gone. You swore you heard an engine start and felt your heart drop.
“No fucking way,” you groaned quietly. “There goes my ride.” Suddenly, the door opened and nearly blinded you with the light as Billy’s hand fell back to his side. Stu looked annoyed as he turned and walked away.
“Party’s over.” You left the closet, hurrying towards the front door and pulling it open quickly. You stepped outside, noticing the car that you had arrived here in was no longer sitting outside of the house.
“Oh, no, no, no…” You groaned, reaching up to push your hair back. “Fuck…” a cold hand was placed on your shoulder, quickly catching your attention; you met Stu’s gaze. He sent you a mischievous wink, one that didn’t match his previous demeanor.
“You can stay here overnight. My bed has room for two.”
“Stu—“
“I’ll take you home.” You looked behind the tall man, catching Billy’s gaze and hesitating.
“No, really— feel free to stay if you want. Both of you can. I have a spare bedroom, too.” Stu nudged Billy, quickly getting an elbow to the ribs in return.
“She’s got a cat.” Was all Billy said as he reached for the coatrack and grabbed his jacket. “Come on, I’ll walk you home.” You sent a tentative glance towards Stu, who looked from Billy to you. He sent you a small smile, one that (for once in the years that you’d known him) seemed genuine.
“It’s only a few blocks,” you said, turning to Billy and following him out the door. He held his coat over his arm, reaching around you to shut the door behind you as Stu headed in the opposite direction. “I don’t mind walking myself. You can stay with Stu.”
“What kind of guy would I be if I let a pretty girl walk home alone in the middle of the night?” He said the words nonchalantly, but it made your face feel warm as you averted eye contact from the man and looked down. “It’s just a few blocks.” He repeated your words. You crossed your arms, rubbing them and starting to walk beside the man and towards the sidewalk. “Tonight was kind of a shit show, huh?” He said aloud, though almost to himself. Despite that, you responded anyways.
“Yeah— I, uh… I feel bad for Tatum. I hope she isn’t too mad at me…” Gently, a coat was placed over your shoulders as you rubbed your arms, eyes concentrated on the concrete beneath your feet. You glanced at the man, shocked at the gesture. It was rare that you were alone with Billy, but every time that you were things felt different. He seemed nicer, walked closer, talked more.
“I don’t think you need to worry too much about it. Like I said, she’s getting tired of him and I don’t think Stu is gonna keep her around much longer.” You frowned and met his gaze again. “What? Come on— do you think he wants to marry her?”
“I just think you’re being a little crude.”
“She isn’t here, who cares?”
“I care.” You stopped, appalled at the man who stopped a few feet ahead of you. “She’s my best friend and I don’t like the way that your best friend treats her.” Billy looked down and sighed.
“Alright, I’m sorry.” He said, shoving his hands into his pockets as your clammy fingers grasped onto the coat he had lent you. “You’re right.” Things were quiet for a minute between the two of you before he looked around the dark area and sighed. “Come on, let’s just get you home.” He gestured for you to follow him, and so you did.
Regardless that you could have walked yourself and you had argued that fact, you were thankful for the man in this moment; the area wasn’t dangerous, but you weren’t completely sober and you were never out this late anymore.
“Thanks for taking me home, Billy.” You finally spoke. “I appreciate it.”
“It’s not a big deal. It’s late anyways. People are getting killed out here.” You nodded gently, eyes trained to the ground and missing the way that he looked down at you. “Sorry Stu’s been such a dick tonight.” He added. “And, uh… what happened in the closet…” He hesitated, stopping his slow walk and shaking his head. “Look, I’m sorry about what I said in the closet. I know you don’t like him.”
“Why were you so mad then?” You asked, looking back at the man that sucked on his teeth and quickly averted eye contact when he met your gaze.
“Because I wanted to be the one in the closet kissing you and he knows that.” Things went silent as your fingers loosened around the death grip that you didn’t know you had on the jacket. It smelled strong, almost as if he was right in front of you despite still being a few feet away from you. “And Stu was just trying to piss me off to get me to say it.”
“I guess that worked, huh?” Things were quiet again as Billy sighed and looked away from you, out towards the tree line by the dead road. “Why didn’t you just… kiss me?”
“It’s not that easy— I can’t just walk up to you and kiss you. I didn’t think you wanted to kiss me anyways. Stu thought that getting us alone together in the closet would make it easier.” Taking a small step closer to the man, you bit down on the inside of your cheek.
“You could have just told me.” You spoke gently. “I would have, uh… I would have told you that I wanted to kiss you, too.” Billy hesitated for a moment before he finally looked at you again. You waited for a moment before you reached up, fingers pressing to his cheek. Your legs shook, your face was hot, and every inch of your body wanted to run away and never speak to the man again. But you forced yourself to stare at him and speak in a breathy tone. “Just kiss me, Billy.”
He nodded and leaned in, closing his eyes as he reached for your waist and pulled you in to press a kiss to your lips. You gave a shaky exhale as he left you with a soft ‘smack,’ but Billy was quick to lean back in for another kiss— one that you didn’t deny. You let go of the jacket with your other hand, reaching for his shoulder and gently grasping onto his shirt. His scent was invigorating— you couldn’t remember the last time you had been so close to the man— if you ever were.
It felt like, for a moment, you went braindead. The only thing that you could think of were the slightly chapped lips pressed snug against your own as Billy’s warm hands held onto your hips. You couldn’t think of anything in the moment— in fact, nothing mattered beside the man in front of you— not even the buzzing that started in your pocket.
After what felt like it could never be enough, you pulled back from the man with a soft exhale and met his gaze— and there was a look in his eyes you had never seen before. Taking the opportunity that you may never come across again, you swallowed hard and glance at his lips.
“Do you wanna come in tonight?” Billy gave a soft hum and nodded.
“I’d like that.” You reached down, fingers intertwining with his as you stepped backwards.
“Come on then. Let’s go.”
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HI!! i was wondering if you could do a buck fic to where they’re working at the 118 and he just randomly starts getting really needy - like arms wrapped around reader’s shoulders and walking (waddling rlly..) while still holding onto them. then like a cute little cuddle session at home where he talks abt how he wants to marry reader and just talks about the future.
THANK YOU!!!!!!
clean - e.b
summary: request
evan buckley x reader
gif from @housewifebuck
a/n: guys!!! i love this i can’t wait for a new buck in s7 :)) anyway, 1989 TV SO SOON GUYS WTF, it feels like yesterday was red tv 😧
the lightning had taken care of the other fires in buck. he was different, and he couldn’t tell if he hated it or loved it at first.
the man he was was reckless and like a shiny new toy for someone to play with. he allowed people to string him along and pull at his arms until he did what they wanted. it almost felt like his purpose, to be a prop for everyone else.
he thought y/n would leave him soon after the strike. everyone else liked to do the same thing. his parents giving up on him after his youthful mistakes, abby fleeing because he wasn’t enough for her, aly fearing her future with him. he thought y/n would crack under the pressure of almost losing someone like buck, now he hates himself for second guessing her.
he started to appreciate the smallest things in his girlfriend. the softness of her words, the light reflection of sun in her eyes, the cotton-like skin on her hands as they grazed over it. he almost didn’t want to face her after the accident, but she was clutching onto his hand when he woke up. and, there hasn’t been a day where she hasn’t reminded him that she’s going nowhere.
she knew bucks scars as she watched them all get handed to him. she knew how silently fragile he was. he could see it clearly in her as well, noticing each fear of hers and the love she’s pushed away. it was foreign to both of them, the tenderness of each other.
it’s been years since they began dating, and somehow every day is brand new with them. y/n doesn’t ever believe that buck has something to make up. but, he thinks so. he’s been spending years begging for love, and now he has it. now, he wants to show the world what he has after it tried to strip him of everything.
it doesn’t matter how long a shift was, when buck was back to work, every free moment was spent on her heels. he used to go through work, only looking around to see who maybe looked at him. now, he looks forward to see his girl waiting for him wherever he may be.
today was no different, y/n was stocking the engine full of brand new supplies from the new shipment. the trucks glazed red popped out from her perfect polishing on the sides.
“this truck looks almost as good as you,” buck whispers, placing his hand on the side of her waist, making her jump in place.
“and what are you supposed to be doing right now?” she teases back.
“taking it easy, like you and bobby told me!”
“so you come and flirt with your already girlfriend? professional hours baby, remember?”
“those are boring, though. i just want to take you home and never leave.” he sighs, placing his chin on her head.
“just a few more hours, i believe in you!” she encourages, making him smirk and land his lips on her cheek, running away like a little kid.
y/n stood with buck at the island of the kitchen, smelling over bobby’s new dishes that he had prepared for the team. he made several things for a feast amongst everyone, getting a well deserved break.
she could practically feel buck breathing on her neck as he peered over her shoulder. normally, someone doing that would be insufferable, but buck makes it seem normal. it makes her smile, knowing how close he always wishes to be.
“if i didn’t know any better i’d think you were conjoined twins.” chimney takes a turn at his own joke, trying not to laugh at himself. he gets a smile from y/n, but the fakest look you ever did see from buck.
“i’m gonna slap you and i hope it shocks you.” buck snaps back, half joking but also half annoyed as well. chimney takes his plate and scurries away.
buck makes two plates as y/n grabs them drinks from the fridge, moving over to place it in the seat next to her. before she can even think about sitting, buck slightly runs into her with his hip. he places the plates down perfectly on the mats before pulling her chair out. she gazes at him, noticing the cheesy grin on his lips. the team stops to notice his abruptness on pulling out her chair, and kissing her head as she sits.
as the dinner closes, and the sun dips lower, the calls come in slower. luckily, the shift is just ending, so it’s just buck and y/n left in the kitchen as she scrubs away at a bowl. he sneaks up behind her, grabbing a dish to dry from her.
“hi, honey,” he says, looking down at her.
“hi, buck,” she smiles back, noticing the excitement on his face just getting to be near her. “do you wanna talk?”
“about what?”
“i just want to make sure you’re okay, baby,” her kindness and concern comes through her angelic voice, buck almost getting distracted by the sound of her.
“i’m fine!” he replies. “just been thinkin’”
“we can talk about it if you’d like.”
“maybe later, i just can’t wait for us to go home together.” he dries the plate as y/n scoops them all up, buck wrapping his arms around her waist and tucking his face into her neck. he locks his fingers together and rests them on her belly. she just giggles, waddling over to the cabinet where she slides the dishes in. it would’ve been easier if she wasn’t like a tree to a sloth, but easier isn’t always for the best.
the car ride home in his truck was nothing less than romantic. his hand was rested on her thighs the whole time if it wasn’t on the gear shift or the wheel. she practically had to keep touching him somehow to make him keep his eyes on the road.
when the duo finally arrived at home, she looked over at buck and could tell how sleepy he was. his eyes told her everything, and she can read him like a book now that she’s admired him for so long. “hey, go shower and come back down here.”
buck agrees, taking a quick shower and changing into some more comfortable clothes. when he walks back down the stairs, he can smell the sweetener of his favorite tea wafting through the living room, as y/n sits down in her soft sweater and places the mugs on the couch. they’re matching LAFD mugs that y/n’s parents bought for them. she turned on reruns of new girl as she moved to grab a blanket from the basket, leaning against the arm of the couch.
“come on,” she sweetly curls his lips up at him, signaling for him to come lay with her. he happily obliges, going to sit between her legs on his side, the side of his face buried into y/n’s warm chest.
the tightness of her arms wrapped around him eases any weight of the day or stress on his body. he lets himself relax in her hold, knowing she’ll keep him safe from whatever might come his way next.
one of her arms is rubbing his back as the other cups his face as he appears to be intently watching the show, but he’s not.
he thinks of small y/n and buck mixes running around a small house in los angeles, the sun shining through the curtains early in the morning. he thinks of the smell of ice cream and the reflection of the moon on the windows as they get ready for bed. he thinks of a warm vacation with a shining rock on her ring finger.
“i can’t wait to see you in a big, white dress,” he mumbles into her shirt, smiling just at the thought of seeing her on a carpet, walking down an isle to greet him.
“what is going on in that mind of yours?” she teases, brushing her fingers through his hair.
“i just- i don’t want anyone else but you,” he begins. “you could’ve ran. you could’ve left me in the dark, but you didn’t. you’re the only person who hasn’t done that to me. i trust you, and i know you won’t. it’s my turn to show you that i’m here to stay, and that we’re forever.”
“listen,” she starts next, the clear adoration in her eyes. “i would lay on this couch, all day, every day, if it meant you’d come back to me. id do anything, and literally anything, to spend the rest of my life with you. im sorry for every other woman who can’t be with a man like you.”
he doesn’t know how to compete with sentences like that. it feels brand new, even though she tells him all the time. it feels different after the lightning strike. someone above tried so hard to ruin the best things he had going on, but he pulled through. he wants to think he’s strong on his own, but buck knows he wouldn’t be here if y/n wasn’t next to him. if she hasn’t picked up the pieces that everyone left behind, if she hadn’t taken the time to put him back together.
now, buck barely thinks of all the shit that’s happened to him. how could he, when the future is definite right in front of him? he used to just assume his life would be the same forever, but y/n’s flashlight guided him out of the cave he was in. he sleeps in her arms without a fear that she’ll disappear from him, and without a fear that things are out for him.
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Strange stranger
~ gif not mine credit to owner ~
Strange stranger
Summary: A strange woman catches the attention of Bucky
Word count: 960
Warnings: A duck is killed but not descripted other than that nothing
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Day after day Bucky notices the woman who sits on the bench near the pond, she always has a little basket placed next to her, sometimes she swings her legs back and forth, sometimes she sits cross legged - just like today.
He finds her strange and ever so beautiful. Due to his super hearing, he can hear her talking to the ducks and swans then putting on a different voice when she answers herself. He will hear her sing ever so softly to herself sometimes. The strange stranger smiles at the strangers going past her, when she doesn’t receive one back she pulls a face at them, the faces she pulls always makes Bucky laugh.
Day after day Bucky’s curiosity about the strange girl grows more intense. And there’s this itch inside of him that wants to talk to her, but he doesn’t know how. Should he just go over and sit on the bench and hope she’ll talk to him? Should he just walk by her and say ‘hi’ - that should get the ball rolling right? It’s been roughly 6 months since he first saw her that sunshiny Tuesday morning. For 6 months he sees her everyday - unless he’s on a mission - and he yearns to talk to her, know her name.
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It’s been 8 days since he saw her, he’s been on a mission. A mission he wished didn’t take 8 long excruciating days, he found himself lost in his own thoughts just thinking about her - wondering about what conversation she’d be having with the ducks and swans, wondering how many people gave her a smile after she gave them one first.
On the ninth day he was up and out early already making his way to the park, he heads straight to where the pond and the strange girl sits. His heart stutters when he looks around the area and sees her usual bench empty.
“Looking for the girl?” A rough voice says from behind him - turning to see Malcom, another regular at the pond - when he nods, Malcom nods his head in the direction of the small wood area “She’s in there. It was a sad day for her yesterday.”
“W-what happened?”
“Something bad, just go over and see her. I’ll see you tomorrow my friend.”
Bucky nods and waves as his feet take him to the location where Malcom said she would be. As he makes his way through the bushes he sees the back of her, kneeling on the ground, he clears his throat making the woman on her knees turn her head.
“You scared me Mr leather” she shoots him a small sad smile. He hates it. The only smile he has ever seen on her beautiful face is the one of happiness.
“I’m sorry. And Mr leather?” His eyebrow cocks up.
“I don’t know your name and you’re always wearing that leather jacket” wiping the soil off her hands on her jeans “I didn’t know Malcom’s name for a very long time, so I called him Mr Moustache - you know because of his moustache?” Her hands gesturing to her mouth.
“Oh” oh really Bucky? “Malcom said something bad happened. Are you okay? Are you hurt?”
“Something bad did happen Mr leather. I was here yesterday, and I was feeding the duckies and swans when this man came over who I’ve never seen before and grabbed one of the duckies and-and he killed him. Right in front of me. There was no need for it mr, no need. Mr Green didn’t deserve it he was so nice” The look of pure heartbreak is written all over her face, the tears that roll down her cheeks breaks his heart. How on earth anyone could harm or kill an innocent duck leaves him completely baffled. And the fact that she had named this duck made him angrier than he already was.
“And I haven’t seen you in a long time and i was sad because I thought you had gone to the other park that apparently is better than this one and then what happened to Mr Green and the police didn’t do anything because the man ran off and I just finished making the cross for Mr Greens grave, see. Malcom helped me dig the hole yesterday. Mr Green would have liked you to of been at his funeral but he would understand if you prefer the other park now” For 6 months he truly believed she never noticed him yet she had, she had given him a bizarre name but a name nonetheless, she was even sad about not seeing him for just over a week. She really thought he had gone to a different park and that’s why he wasn’t there, he wasn’t there’s to protect her and Mr Green from this sicko. He should have been there.
“Doll I am sorry I wasn’t there, I had to work. I’m so sorry about what happened to Mr Green, I should have been there to of stopped it” Stepping closer he knelt next to her to get a better look at the cross she had made “I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for his funeral”.
“It’s not your fault. You don’t have to be sorry mr leat-“
“It’s Bucky, my names Bucky.”
“Bucky” hearing her trying his name makes his pulse quicken.
“I’m Y/n”
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Months have passed, the strange girl became a good friend of Bucky’s. Today like everyday for the past few months they’re sitting on the bench watching the ducklings play.
“Y/n I was wond-wondering if you maybe would like to go on a date…. with me?”
“I would love too.”
“Thankyou”
“Don’t need to thank me Mr Leather.”
“Ah funny”
~ banners credit goes to @sweetpeapod ~
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A Night of Song and Laughter (Part 8)
ATTENTION: There is some SMUT in this chapter, because Tav gets a little touchy and Astarion just pours oil into the flames - only lightly smutty though, because I like to be a pain in your ass, hihi.
There will be more smut in future parts that I will still have to write but let it slowly burn for now - I know you want it.
Also this is the last part leading up to my main idea for this story - the plot point I actually thought about when I started writing this and thought it'd be like a few thousand words adventure.
Btw, did part 7 yesterday go through okay? I felt like it didn't really show up for some time when I posted, eh. Anyways, if you missed it, it's on my blog of course.
A bit more is already up on AO3!
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Astarion/Fem!Tav (You)
(Gif from here!)
You kept on drinking and talking. Teasing each other, pouring more shots. It really did feel like one of the memorable evenings you thought about when you first told Astarion about this place. The main act had started to play downstairs: a band of elves – a rarity in itself, but they were practically celebrities as Lira explained: a male drow bard with long sleek black hair playing the lute and singing with a dark and somber voice that had men and women in the audience swooning, a female wood elf bard with a violin with green skin and equally sleek but powdery-pink hair and the voice of an angel and three more equally beautiful elven musicians. All were precariously clothed, leaving little to none to imagination. Since they had started playing the mood in the tavern had dangerously shifted from drinking and laughing to people of all genders and races and combinations dancing and kissing and stealing touches they thought nobody would see.
With half the bottle gone you could certainly start to feel the alcohol doing its work: you felt pleasantly buzzed, also giggling more and batting your eyelashes more at Astarion - which might’ve been caused by the amount of drinks you’ve had or the seductive, pleasant music… or maybe it was just your fatal attraction to him and his very much encouraging and looks and touches.
While Daegin had been complaining about the last time he had visited his family for the better part of an hour, you started to get a little handsy with Astarion. Which prompted him to grab hold of your roaming hands. “Do you mind, darling?”, he whispered to you with a smile and pulling both of your hands to put them over his heart. You blushed shamefully, immediately worrying if you’d made him uncomfortable. You quietly voiced your concern to him and apologized for your indecent behaviour while Daegin complained loudly about his second cousin's awful wife.
The vampire laughed softly and lifted your hands to his lips to plant a gentle kiss onto them. “No worries, darling, if you’d ever really do something to make me uncomfortable, I promise, I wouldn’t hesitate to call you out on it.” He pressed another kiss onto your fingers. “I love when you show how much I am yours and that you can’t keep your hands off me, my heart, but maybe just for tonight, keep your hands out of my pants while we have an audience, alright?” You nodded but still felt a little bit ashamed of yourself, so you buried your face in his shirt. You mumbled something about respecting boundaries into his chest to which he pressed a kiss on the top of your head and held you for a moment. Daegin was still on about his relatives while Lira boredly dragged her shot glass around in circles by its rim and stared into nothingness.
After a few moments Astarion leaned down to whisper into your ear. “There will be no boundaries tonight though, when I’ll have you all to myself and remind you why it is that you can’t keep your paws to yourself”, he simply stated and then went back to holding you sweetly – as if he hadn’t just given you the most enticing promise you thought someone ever gave you. Very naughty thoughts started to race through your mind, prompting you to let go of Astarion and get at least a few inches between you – a much needed safety precaution. You poured yourself another shot and downed it immediately while you could feel the same pulsing sensation between your legs you’d last felt when he had you pinned against a wall only a few hours ago. The rough fabric of your linen blouse started to rub on the hardening tips of your breasts, your throat was bone-dry although you only had just drunk something. Astarion leaned on his elbows to grab the bottle of liquor and also pour himself another one while watching your face and giving you a dirty smirk. He did look like the personified sin right in this moment. Astarion’s eyes wandered to where your hardened nipples here now clearly visible through your shirt while he drank slowly. He licked his lips afterwards without stopping to stare but you saw how he rearranged his pants with his hands – only the slightest bit awkward. And when your eyes flicked down, you noticed that not only your arousal was pretty obvious right now. “I admit you make keeping boundaries pretty hard, my love”, he whispered under his breath. You stepped closer to him once more but not touching him. “Seems that’s not the only thing I make hard”, you whispered back while returning the dirty smirk he gave you moments ago and staring into his eyes confidently. His pupils diluted slightly at your words, but he held your stare without moving, positively becoming a statue.
Then you suddenly turned away from him and to the other two at the table, crossing your arms over your chest, breaking the spell. “So, what else is new?”, you asked suddenly and with a not-so-subtle note of hysteria in your voice. You had been way too close to just completely losing yourself right then and there; all because of some dirty whispers and stolen glances.
The half-elf and the dwarf, both well drunk - much more than you - had obviously been completely oblivious to the electric tension between you and the vampire – thank the Gods. Out of the corner of your eye you saw that Astarion had rolled up his sleeves and was leaning on his elbows again next to you.
“Well”, Lira drawled, now much less focused on niceties and political correctness, “have you heard that Cazador Szarr has kicked the bucket a few weeks ago? And his whole estate was looted. It’s been the talk of town for weeks.” That sobered you right up. This was the first time you heard that this had become public knowledge. It seemed Astarion and you had been well shielded in your domestic little bubble since you had parted ways with your adventurous little group and settled down in Baldur’s Gate.
You threw Astarion a concerned sideways glanced but to your surprise he seemed relaxed. Even more so, he was grinning broadly, mischief twinkling in his eyes. Daegin happily chimed in and gave you a rundown of different theories on his death: heart attack (“Nah, he was perfectly healthy, last thing I heard”, Astarion commented), poisoned by another noble family to gain his power (“Probable, but why loot his estate and why not keep his death a secret and pose as him, so much easier to take over his influence.”), tragic accident (“Unlikely, I heard he never even really left his castle.”). Astarion seemed more intrigued in adding to the gossip that you thought was clever. But hells, you would not stop him from talking shit about this fucking bastard.
“Do you want to know what I heard?”, Astarion said after Daegin had finished. He leaned towards them as if he was going to let them in on a secret. Lira, immediately intrigued, leaned over the table just as he did. Her eyes widened and her mouth opened slightly in anticipation. Even Daegin seemed immediately interested. There he went doing it again, Astarion and his damned silver tongue. You were about to join his act in whatever lie you thought he would fabricate from thin air, when he began: “I heard, he was secretly a vampire and was murdered by one of his own spawn because he’d made a deal with a devil to perform a horrific ritual that would have made him even more powerful and killed thousands of people!”
Your chin basically dropped to the floor but you were way too shocked to do anything else. Lira and Daegin mirrored your emotions perfectly albeit for different reasons. Did… did he actually just tell them the fucking truth?
The silence between the four of you kept dragging on. Astarion simply drank another shot of liquor, shrugged his shoulders and casually said: “It’s just what I heard.” You could simply blink at his nonchalance. Then Daegin broke the silence with deafening laughter, roaring and throwing his head back, slapping his thighs with his hands multiple times. Lira joined in but her laugh turned into a silly cackling chuckle that made her shoulders quake like she was losing her mind. You couldn’t join in, you were too starstruck by Astarion’s boldness. But neither was Astarion. He just threw you a defeated look that seemed to say ‘see? No one’s ever going to believe it’.
After several minutes of choking on their laughter they seemed to calm down. Lira had to wipe away tears from her eyes several times, the dwarf had started coughing horribly halfway through. When he had regained a bit of composure, he jumped off his stool, walked around the table and offered Astarion his hand – which the vampire took with a confused look. “I gotta hand it to you, elf, no one ever made me laugh that hard. Not even my own brother”, he said and shook Astarion’s hand, congratulating him.
“Tav, you really need to bring him when we go out drinking from now on”, the short man said and laughed again. This time you and Astarion joined in.
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Worth the Free Admission - Part 5/8
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 6 / AO3
Fandom: Children’s Theater Critic with Alfred Molina
Pairing: Arthur H. Cartwright x gn!reader
Rating: T
Chapter summary: An awkward morning confirms to you things haven't changed as much as you'd hoped and pushes you to act. Arthur is faced with a situation that he can't back out of anymore.
Warnings/tags: age difference, insecurity, mutual pining, tension (getting somewhat resolved?), personal growth
Additional info: reader is mentioned to be wearing some more masc clothes in one scene, but no gendered pronouns, terms or descriptors are used for them
Chapter word count: 3603
A/N: It's been a long long time, but I want to say a huge thank you to @scorsesedepalmafan for constantly cheering me on (and letting me use one of his gifs again💙) and to @francis-ford-kofola for her support ☺️ And of course, thanks to everybody who's been waiting for me to finish this, I hope you enjoy! And stay tuned for Part 6 ★
“Ah, you slept in.” Those were the words Arthur greeted you with. You had stumbled upon him on your way to the bathroom, hunched over the desk in his study. He was fully dressed, wearing a tweed jacket and from the looks of it, he had been up and working for quite some time now.
“Well, it was a late night yesterday,” you said, somewhat defensive. Letting him see you only in a T-shirt and a pair of comfy boxers wasn’t something you thought you would be self-conscious about, especially not after last night, but the contrast with his fully professional getup was making you feel underdressed even though it was no later than nine.
“Yes,” he looked away for a second, his voice coming out uncertain, “I woke up early, that’s all. I couldn’t go back to sleep.”
“I’m sorry I kept you up.”
“No you didn’t, it was just… back pain.” As if to emphasize his words, he shifted in his chair, straightening up and pushing his shoulders back.
“Oh, I didn’t know you were struggling with that. I’m sorry.” You were getting anxious just watching Arthur visibly avoid holding eye contact with you.
“I usually don't. I just didn’t sleep in the best position.”
You would pay to see what was going on inside his overthinking brain at that moment. He was already regretting the somewhat intimate way you’d ended the evening with, you had no other theory. The behavior you were witnessing seemed way too skittish even by his standards. Unlike last night though, something about him felt different, as if he was ashamed or guilty instead of frightened. But it was you who instigated (or tried to, anyway) anything yesterday, wasn’t it? Wasn’t it?
“Arthur, if you’re worried about what happened yesterday- I didn’t think anything of it. We were both feeling out of our depths, and I appreciated the gesture. I know you were just trying to comfort me and that’s all it was, right?” The words felt heavy on your tongue, of course you did make assumptions about the way he bashfully suggested to read to you, or the way he let you, let’s face it, full on cuddle him while he was lying next to you and reading. It didn’t bring you any pleasure to lie, but at that point, you were just trying to say whatever would make him act calmer about the whole situation. Whatever would bring the relationship you’d been building for months now back to the way it was before this unfortunate domino effect of repressed feelings.
“Oh.” The way he looked at you, his eyes wide and slightly magnified by his glasses, reminded you of a very large, frightened owl. He pulled said glasses off his face, gripping them in a nervous gesture before speaking again.
“Of- of course not. I just assumed, for a second, when you said you… But of course you didn’t mean- I should’ve watched myself better, I didn’t mean to fall asleep, I- I’m so much older than you and you are- I’ve been reading people and situations wrong my entire life,” the words tumbled out of his mouth in half-finished sentences, his voice unsteady. This was the least eloquent you had ever seen Arthur, and in turn, it left you speechless too.
You didn’t know what to say and you didn’t really want to keep talking either. You had both been clearly locked inside your heads and unsure how to act, but seeing Arthur struggle to this extent to just describe how he felt made something snap in you. You crossed the room that had been separating you from him, not thinking anymore. You didn’t wait for him to blurt out another badly constructed sentence as you stood directly in front of him. You didn’t have to bend down much as he was quite tall even sitting down - one hand placed on his tweed-covered shoulder, you leaned in and kissed him.
The kiss wasn’t long nor deep, not to begin with. You pulled back after a couple seconds, giving Arthur an opportunity to push you away. The situation had gotten so complicated you weren’t completely sure, but you were willing to take the risk rather than keep maneuvering around the subject. Arthur’s response came in the form of a faint whisper of your name and a warm hand brushing against your cheek, pulling you closer again.
The way his lips touched yours felt hesitant, trembling. Not wanting to rush him, you returned the butterfly-like touch with gentle patience, silently reassuring Arthur that he wasn’t doing anything wrong, he couldn’t. To your surprise, it was him who took the next step, opening his lips slightly and deepening the kiss. A subtle taste of toothpaste lingered on your tongue when you broke apart.
Arthur’s hand slipped from your cheek, reaching for the hand that was still resting on his shoulder instead.
“I’m so confused,” he said, his breathing still coming out heavier than usual.
“I really think we should talk, Arthur.” You hadn’t really stepped away from him yet, your legs softly pressed against his knees.
“I agree, it’s just-” he sighed, putting his glasses back on, probably out of habit, “I need to think everything through first. I can’t give you any… well, answers right now. I’m sorry.” He patted your hand before letting go of it. You took the hint, finally taking a step back.
Your heart felt like an anchor in your chest, sinking to the bottom of the ocean. He had just kissed you, and no, his words didn’t immediately suggest a rejection. But a part of you was hoping the kiss would untie his tongue, so to speak, and allow the jumbled emotions to run free after all these weeks of circling around the unspoken core of your not quite unrequited affection for him. Couldn’t you just wait a little longer after having survived this whole time? You certainly could, and you were going to give him all the space he needed to get his thoughts and emotions in order. But it hurt, being denied the chance to finally know for sure where you were at with him, to decide the next step in your relationship.
“I understand,” you gave a slow nod, trying to prevent the deep disappointment from coming through in your tone, “and I don’t expect you to give me a definite answer right now. I don’t even know what that should be. Just, please, whatever your thoughts are, whatever you feel, know you can tell me anything. You can be open, no matter how hard it is. Just don’t let it distance us from each other, because… I love working with you and being around you, whatever that might look like.” Despite your best efforts to keep your emotions at bay, you felt held back tears burning in the corners of your eyes. Arthur must have noticed, as the tension in his expression softened.
“I won’t, I promise. I’d never want that to happen. Not again.”
Oh Arthur, there’s so much you have yet to share with me, you thought. You weren’t about to push though, not when he was already making such an effort to handle the situation head-on, rather than finding a way to wiggle out and avoid it again.
“Thank you,” you paused, trying to come up with the least painful end to the conversation now that there apparently wasn’t anything else to be said. There was only one that you could think off:
“Look, I think I need some time to process this too, so I guess I’ll just head home. I can take the bus or-”
“I’ll drive you,” Arthur said firmly, getting up from his chair. The resolution was a pleasant surprise to you, you expected him to jump at the offer of some immediate alone time instead.
“Oh okay, thank you. I’ll just get changed and then we can get going.”
“Wait. Let me at least get you something for breakfast first. And a coffee. That’s the least I can do.” Something about the way he said it made you feel like this was his attempt to make it up to you, and you accepted it gratefully. There was no point in running away from anything anymore.
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You hadn’t heard much from Arthur since the day he drove you back home. Not that the conversation during that drive had seemed unnatural or awkward in any way, on the contrary. And you had to keep reminding yourself Arthur was a man of a different generation, and so it shouldn’t come as a surprise to you that he wasn’t an avid texter. Still, he had promised he would have a serious conversation with you about the future of your relationship with him, however that was going to turn out, and he hadn’t mentioned it since. Except for a few texts and one phone call, all related to the play, you hadn’t really gotten or found a chance to talk to him in a more personal setting until the next week’s rehearsal.
The greeting was warm and you could sense that something had shifted in the way you were interacting or perhaps in tune with one another, but fragile uncertainty was still hanging heavy in the air between you. You didn’t really have the space to explore the feeling further however, since you had almost run late thanks to an unreasonably upset parent storming into your office after your regular classes earlier. After such an encounter, you barely had any energy left for two hours of extracurricular activities, but there was no way you were going to cancel the rehearsal, for a multitude of reasons. All you had to do was hang on for a little while longer, hopefully with Arthur’s help.
“Ollie, please, I need you to focus. What Luna just said, that was your line, remember?” You had lost count of how many times Ollie (and not only him) had forgotten a line or zoned out during this week’s rehearsal. And to think the performance was scheduled for just over a month from now - you knew you couldn’t afford to lose a single precious second of the limited rehearsal time that you had each week. Which naturally posed a challenge, since getting the kids to pay full attention to the play for two hours straight was proving to be an almost impossible task.
“I’m sorry. I just don’t like how Arthur’s looking at me,” mumbled Ollie. You sighed. Even though the relationship between the children and Arthur had improved significantly, there were still moments when he couldn’t hold his comments at bay, and of course the children had never truly forgotten their first encounter with him. You turned to Arthur with a tired look, which was met with an almost guilty expression on his side.
“I was just lost in thought, Ollie. You’re doing fine, just make sure you don’t let your cues run away from you,” he said and you noted the clear shift in how he was trying to match his tone and vocabulary to the setting, even if not perfectly. You gave him an approving smile.
“What is ‘cues’?” asked Ollie. You didn’t mind actually explaining the word this time, deciding it could be useful for them to know, unlike some other expressions that Arthur was still prone to using from time to time.
“A cue is something you have to pay attention to so that you know when to say or do something on stage. So for example, you were supposed to say what?”
“Uh… Is this your ship?” Ollie had to think for a second, but he ended up getting it right. You nodded.
“Exactly. And so, what is your cue? What reminds you that you need to say this?”
Ollie was silent for a while, struggling to remember the sequence of the scene. Two little hands shot up, Emily and Luna both trying to answer for him.
“Let’s give Ollie a chance to answer first, okay?”
“Oh I know!” Ollie beamed, “My uh…”
“Cue?” you suggested.
“My cue is when we come on stage and the ship appears!”
“Exactly, great job,” you praised him, “So, this is for everyone, okay? Always remember what comes before it’s your turn to act. Then you won’t forget anything. You’re a team so pay attention to each other.”
Some of the kids nodded, but most of all Ollie, proud of his little achievement. You checked the time, realizing you’d probably pushed them enough for now.
“Alright, it’s time for a break. Grab your snacks and don’t forget to drink plenty of water. We’ll try this new rule out in 10 minutes,” you said, loud enough for everyone to hear even through all the cheerful noise at the first mention of a break.
As everybody ran towards their little backpacks to retrieve their snacks, you sank into a chair next to Arthur’s, maybe just as excited for the break as the children.
“I’m sorry, I forgot to watch myself there,” Arthur said, his voice quiet and almost sad. You touched his arm for a second, a very subtle gesture that wouldn’t make the kids question anything even if they saw it.
“No, it was okay, don’t worry about it. You’ve clearly been working hard on how you act around them, don’t think I didn’t notice. And at least I got to teach them a new word,” you smiled.
“That’s true, it was a necessary lesson, I suppose.”
“Maybe next time you can try to explain something to them yourself though.” It was only a suggestion, but the truth was you wanted to challenge Arthur just a little further, not only to get some more help from him, but to prove to him that he was capable of much more than he limited himself to. Even in just a couple months of attending the rehearsals, he’d managed to co-write the script with you, learn how to talk to kids and give them many creative prompts. You knew for a fact that with some practice, he could find his way back to theater in more ways than just as a spectator and a critic.
“I could do that,” he nodded, seeming grateful that you would trust him with it. But that wasn’t the end of your request.
“Well, I wanted to ask one more thing of you, actually. Let’s be honest, you pretty much wrote this scene yourself. And you had some really helpful notes for the staging. So why don’t you take over for the rest of the rehearsal today?”
Arthur stared at you as though you just suggested something unthinkable. His eyes traveled to the group of kids sitting on the floor and snacking or showing off their newest toys, and then back to you.
“You mean direct them? I couldn’t, no,” he said, quick and resolute.
“Why not? You’ve been watching me do it for months. You even participated, multiple times. I fully believe you can do it, Arthur. And it would mean a lot to me if you at least tried. I’ll be right here, I’ll help you out if you don’t know how to approach something. I’ll even give you a cut of my pay if that’s what you’re concerned about.”
“Oh please,” Arthur scoffed, “you know it’s not about that in the slightest. I’m happy to help in any way I can, I just don’t know why you’d even want me to interfere with your work like this. I know it might be hard to believe after everything I said after that first performance, but seeing you work with them- you’re an excellent director. You know just what to say to set their imaginations soaring, I can’t do that.”
Your hand found his discretely again. He looked down, a slight flush creeping up into his cheeks.
“Here you are underestimating yourself again. Remember what you told me about learning? This is the perfect opportunity for you to learn. Not just how to do things, but what you already can do, even if you keep telling yourself otherwise. Please, Arthur.” You made sure to hold eye contact the whole time, and even though you could tell a part of him wanted to avoid it, he couldn’t look away.
“You’re not playing fair, you know that? I can’t believe you’re making me even consider-”
A shrill scream interrupted Arthur’s sentence, making you promptly let go of his hand and walk towards the source of the sound, which turned out to be Lexi.
“What’s going on here? Lexi?” you asked, a worried edge to your voice.
“Nothing,” said Andy, crossing his arms across his chest.
“Not nothing!” protested Lexi, “Andy ate my cookie. I already gave one to Emily and Erin, and this was my last one,” she sniffled.
“Andy, why did you do that?” you asked, trying to keep up a balance between stern and gentle tone, but your nerves were starting to fail you. This was the last thing you wanted to be dealing with at that point.
“I didn’t do anything,” Andy still carried on with his nonchalant facade. Kids this young shouldn’t find lying this effortless, you thought.
“Alright, did any of you see who took Lexi’s cookie?” you tried another approach, realizing you couldn’t exactly solve the situation unless you got a direct confirmation that Andy was indeed the thief, even if you had no reason to believe otherwise. The reply you got was a disappointing mix of “no” and “I don’t know”. You let out a heavy sigh, your exhaustion catching up to you.
“I didn’t think you were capable of lying, Andy.” Hearing Arthur’s voice right behind you startled you at first, but the surprise was soon replaced by a wave of relief. You had to hold back a chuckle at how strict his eyes appeared through his glasses. You hadn’t seen that look in a while.
“I’m telling the truth,” Andy tried again, but this time his act faltered. Even if Arthur wasn’t intimidating through his reputation alone, his impressive height was definitely commanding respect, especially in a six-year-old’s eyes.
“Are you now?” Arthur didn’t have to say or do anything else, the mere tone of his voice (which was surprisingly still very level) combined with his overall presence was enough to crack the tiny thief, who was suddenly blushing and looking directly to the ground.
“Alright, it was me,” he said, almost too quiet to hear.
“Excuse me, what was that?” asked Arthur, a barely noticeable smile on his lips.
“I ate it, okay? I’m sorry, Lexi,” said Andy, louder this time, but still refusing to meet anybody’s eye.
“It’s alright… If you give me some of your candy.” Lexi looked much more cheerful already, confidently presenting her conditions to him.
“That’s a good idea, what do you say Andy?” Arthur turned to the boy, who agreed and reached for his bag of gummies immediately. He let Lexi pull out a whole handful of candy and Arthur nodded in approval.
“And now there’s just one more person you should apologize to.” Andy looked up at him with a puzzled expression, while Arthur gestured towards you.
“Your teacher perhaps? For lying like this?”
Andy’s cheeks heated up again, as he stood up and brought you the bag of candy.
“I’m sorry, I won’t lie again,” he said, his eyes pleading with you to forgive him. You took a watermelon-shaped gummy candy and thanked him for the apology, relieved the conflict had been solved quickly and painlessly. You were impressed by how well Arthur had handled the situation, showing as clear as day how wrong he was in his perception of himself yet again.
“Good, good. Oh thank you Andy,” Arthur also accepted a candy from the (now almost empty) packet, “And the rest of you, I believe you’ve had more than enough time for your snacks, haven’t you?” Apart from a few objections here and there, most kids agreed with him.
“Your teacher deserves a break after all this mischief, so I’ll rehearse this scene with you,” he added, shooting you a quick look and a smile, silently confirming to you what you had been hoping he would decide to do. You mouthed a “thank you”, your affection for him bubbling up in your chest, stronger than it had ever been.
You sat down in the spot that was usually his, watching as he ushered the children back to the little stage, and with a script in hand, started going over the scene you had left unfinished before the break. You could tell he was nervous, and it seemed as though he turned back to look at you, searching for support or approval, almost every couple minutes. You had no reason to blame him for that though: after all, knowing him the way you did at that point, you knew what he must have been going through in order to push himself to do this. And you couldn’t be prouder of him in that moment. Every one of his interactions with the children you observed during that rehearsal was just another proof of how much work he had put into this, into himself. It all had come from inside him of course, otherwise he wouldn’t have gotten anywhere - but the thought that you had been there for the journey from the very start, that you might have even facilitated it in a way, made your heart feel like it was growing impossibly large in the confines of your ribcage. You had to come clean to yourself, you were in love with him.
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can I please have where reader wins Wimbledon and Carlos was watching and then he celebrated with her please
Nothing is more important than Wimbledon
Pairing: Carlos Alcaraz x f!reader
category: fluff
warnings: none
Author’s Note: it turned out way different than I intended 🙈 but i hope you like it, lovely anon 🤗
* Y/N = your name
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You wrap your towel around the back of your neck and breathe in and out slowly as you look over to your box.
The box is filled to the very last seat.
Your mother looks like she is on the verge of tears, your father has his face buried in his hands and your younger siblings are hopping up and down in their seats. Your aunt seems to be talking to your physio without a dot or comma, your manager looks like she's about to throw up from nervousness and your coach is shifting restlessly in his seat. And you aren’t sure, but it looks like your grandmother is already crying.
In the first row of your box – right between your mum and your coach – is Carlos. Of all those in the box, he looks the calmest and most collected. But you remember very well his nervous stuttering before the match when he tried to find words of encouragement for you - and he had demolished his sunglasses in the tiebreak of the second set when you had the match point against you. So he just looks calm, but he's definitely not.
You’re just one service game away from winning your first ever slam. Just one service game and you would win Wimbledon. Your hands are shaking, and you nearly spill some water from your water bottle.
“Focus! Let’s play point by point!”, you talk to yourself while getting up from your bench to get back on court, “You got this, Y/N. You got this!”
You see Carlos muttering something - probably a "Vamos!" - and forming a heart with his hands while you wait for Iga to get into position.
No matter the outcome of this final, you definitely have the best cheerleader in the world.
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Your coach was the first to embrace you, you can hear him crying tears of joy: “I knew you'd make it! I knew it!”
You can hear the crowd cheering and clapping, you feel the whole stands vibrating.
You feel Carlos' hands wrapping around you and pulling you close. He isn't crying, but you have never seen him smile so broadly. It’s hard to understand what he’s saying - people are chanting your name all over the stadium.
“Te amo!”, you kiss him briefly but effusively.
Your head is spinning, and you only now notice that your siblings are tugging at your shirt, waiting impatiently to be hugged too.
But you don’t want to let Carlos go. You want to say like this: hugging him tight, feeling his hands around your waist.
Just like yesterday.
Yesterday’s evening and last night were the worst ones of your life. You were so nervous because of today’s final. You couldn’t eat or sleep.
But Carlos was there for you. He talked to you. He encouraged you.
And when he no longer knew what to say, he just held you.
You fell asleep in his arms with his fingers lovingly stroking through your hair.
The night before the US Open final was the same but in reversed roles. You held him until he fell asleep in your arms.
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The interviews and the trophy ceremony pass by as if in a frenzy. You hope you said the right things, thanked everyone in the interviews and speech and congratulated your opponent and her team - you can't remember it at the moment.
By now, not only your team, but also a group of your friends are present, who have congratulated you effusively. Carlos' brother Alvaro and Juan Carlos Ferrero are also among the well-wishers. The latter commented on Carlos' half-filled champagne glass with a frown and a reproachful look - although he didn't say anything.
Later, you are still sitting together as a group - you have postponed the big celebration until tomorrow. You don't want to celebrate without Carlos, but he would still have to play tomorrow. Now Carlos and you are sitting together on a narrow couch, he is showing you the countless photos he has taken of you with the victory trophy.
Your younger sister - who has been busy building a pyramid out of tennis balls - suddenly raises her head and looks at Carlos for a long time.
“You know, now you also need to win your final tomorrow!”, your younger sister suddenly grins at Carlos.
Your boyfriend chuckles softly and gives you a quick sideways glance before he answers: “Is that so?”
“Yeah!”, your sister nods weightily and points a finger at you, “Otherwise she would be more successful than you!”
You slide an arm around Carlos’ neck and look down at your sister: “But he already won the US Open last year, and I didn’t?”
“Yeah, but this is Wimbledon.”, she shrugs, “Nothing is more important than Wimbledon.”
Her serious expression makes you laugh, and Carlos asks with feigned bewilderment: “And what happens if I don’t win tomorrow?”
Your sister raises her eyebrows, she sounds like it goes without saying: "Then you are not worthy to be her boyfriend."
After saying this, she gets up and disappears over to your mother.
Carlos and you start laughing at the same time.
“Wow, no pressure than, huh?”
You lean against him and rest your head on his shoulder: “Yeah, her standards are quite high for a nine-year-old…”
Carlos lets himself sink further back into the couch and pulls you with him.
“And what about your standards?”, he hugs you while saying that, “Would you still love me if I lose tomorrow?”
“Well, I think you make quite a good cheerleader…so, yeah, I think I’m going to keep you.”
He starts laughing and softly shakes his head: “Wow. I kinda expected a “I’ll love you no matter if you win or lose”.”
“Oh, come on!”, you smack his chest playfully, but you snuggle closer to him again, “You know I will never ever let you go!”,
His hand strokes your back in large circles, his voice sounds teasing: “Never?”
“Nope. Never.”, you lift your head to look him in the eyes, “But I’d appreciate it if you would win tomorrow’s final.”
“Yeah, me too.”, he sighs loudly and whispers, “Do you think I can do it?”
“Yes.”, you cup his cheeks with your hands, “Yes, you will do it.”, you smile at him, “And tomorrow evening we gonna celebrate both of our titles. Together.”, you press a quick kiss on his lips, “And we will do stupid and cheesy photos together. And my god, the press will write even cheesier articles about us…”
Carlos returns your smile and nods slowly.
“Can’t wait for that!”, he says before he kisses you softly.
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sit down with doyoung
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The scene starts with two vacant chairs in front of the camera. Then two people walk in, sitting right next to each other.
"Okay, welcome. Can you introduce yourselves please" someone from behind the camera says
"Hello! I'm Kim Y/N, and this is my husband Kim Dongyoung" you smile at the camera, gesturing to the man sitting beside you
"Just Doyoung, Hello everyone" Doyoung bows at the camera after greeting
: How long have you been married?
"Almost two years" you answer, "It will be our second anniversary next week, actually" Doyoung adds, smiling shyly.
He hears you giggle beside him, reaching over to hold his hand in yours before continuing with the interview
: Then how long have the two of you been together as a couple?
"4 years, we married kinda fast. But I knew I wanted to marry him so I asked him. I just couldn't wait" you joked, eliciting laughter from your audience
"I asked her, she asked me jokingly like she asked me one random night. At that point we've talked about it a few times. I kept thinking she was hinting something"
"You're saying that like I made you ask me" you pout at him, making Doyoung chuckle. Giving your hip a playful pinch
"I already had a ring for you. I thought you saw it that's why you kept mentioning it"
"Could've been a promise ring for all I know" you shrug
: How did the two of you meet?"
"His brother was my senior at work, Doyoung thought we were dating then we met at dinner one time. I was so awestruck of him the first time we met I got shy and didn't get to ask for his number" you tell the camera
Meanwhile Doyoung listens to you fondly with a smile on his face. The memory still fresh in his mind like it was yesterday
"I asked my brother if she was his girlfriend, when he said no I asked for her number. When I texted her asking her if she wanted to get coffee, she didn't reply to me" Doyoung adds, piquing the interest of the crew members
"I didn't reply for 3 days cause I got nervous and didn't know what to say. Then we saw each other again at the company when he picked his brother up. He thought I was avoiding him but really I was just shy"
: Then how did the two of you talked again?
This time Doyoung answered first, "My brother called her, offering her a ride home. But it was my car, I was the one driving. He even made some excuse about having an emergency meeting so in the end it was only me and her"
He can still remember that day, you were blushing so much he thought you were having a heat stroke from how red your face was. He blasted the AC in the car for you.
"We finally got coffee together before he drove me home" you said
: How did you know they were the one for you?
You play with the wedding band on Doyoung's fingers, thinking of the exact moment you knew
"I forgot my umbrella at home one time, he usually pick me up after work but that day we decided to meet at a different location. When I got there I was drenched head to toe. He scolded me so much, like all the way home. All while he was nagging, he was also taking care of me. Gave his jacket to me, then when we got to his place he immediately got a towel and made hot tea for me" you look at your husband's eyes, smiling fondly at him
"I knew I wanted that for the rest of my life"
He smiles at you, picking up your intertwined hands to kiss the back of yours before resting it back on your lap
"You know the funny thing is she didn't forget her umbrella. She gave it to me like a few days before. I dropped her off at her office and it was raining hard. She gave me her umbrella because she knows I like to buy my lunch at the store across the street from where I work" Doyoung remarks
"She's thoughtful like that, she gave her umbrella to me even though she didn't have anything to use. I knew I was going to love her for a long time and there was no way I was letting her go but she does do that a lot, make my headache and make me nag at her" he adds with a laugh
"Well I knew you were going to pick me up so" you reasoned out
: Where do you see yourself in 5 or 10 years?
"I don't really know, to be honest. I live each day as it is. I work hard everyday to be the man worthy for her. I want to be there for her, always give her the support, love and care she needs. I don't really need anything else as long as I'm with her" he says
"Me too, maybe someday we'll have kids. We've definitely talked about it. Maybe two, atleast. I love watching his relationship with his family, with his brother. I want that for our future kids too"
Doyoung watches you answer. It's like with every word you say he just falls even more inlove with you. Already it's like he's living a fairytale everyday when he's with you. Thinking about one day having kids with you, raising humans that is part you and him warms his heart even more.
: Okay, that's all. Thank you so much for sharing your time and your story with us, Mr. and Mrs. Kim. Anything else you want to say?
"When we come back for the next interview in the future, we'll bring our kids with us" you tell the camera with a big smile
"You sound so sure, honey. What if they invite us again next year?" Doyoung asks jokingly
"I mean we can make it work right?" you ask back, he knows you're messing with him. He's used to you joking with him all the time.
"We'll see you soon" he says to the camera with one final bow and you do the same
AND CUT
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A World of Pure Imagination
Author's Note: Wonka was released on Max yesterday (March 8th)! Whoo! I started watching it last night, and I couldn't help but feel so giddy while watching it! It's such a sweet and endearing movie! I stopped after "For a Moment," and I'll watch the rest later. Maybe I'll watch it as I write the rest of the story. That probably won't happen, though, because I love this movie so much, lol. .
Anyways, this chapter was so much fun and surprisingly easy chapter to write! But picking who sings what was a bit difficult, but I got it! 😁
I love this song! It's so catchy, and it shows the impact Wonka's chocolate is having. It's such a fun dancing song, too!
Also, I had to put two GIFs in this time. I couldn't choose between the two, lol. They were both too good!
Hope you enjoy the chapter! ♥️
Chapter 7: You've Never Had Chocolate Like This
Yin felt the excitement course through his body as he, Willy, and Noodle discussed their plan for the day. After talking about plans all night, the whole team was ready to sell chocolate.
As Noodle talked to Willy about what to do when they spot the police, Yin was distracted. He couldn't help but stare at the beautiful chocolatier. He was dressed as a waiter for a restaurant, part of his disguise, and Yin couldn't keep his eyes off him. Not only was it a bit strange seeing him dressed so formal, but it was a change that made Yin's heart skip a beat.
"Yin! Are you there?"
The boy snapped out of his trance and looked at the person talking. "Yeah. I'm here, Noodle..." His words trailed off again as he felt himself blush with embarrassment.
"You're clear with the plan?" She asked.
"Yeah..." Yin muttered with a nod, still looking dazed.
"You have to be ready to catch Willy when he goes into the storm drain. Got it?"
Yin just nodded with a hum.
Noodle sighed and shook her head while smiling fondly. 'He's hopeless.' She thought to herself.
Willy chuckled at the interaction. "You'll do great." He told the slightly flustered boy.
Yin nodded at the curly haired boy. "Okay."
They heard the church bell ring, signaling the start of the day.
"All right. It's time to sell some chocolate!" Willy said with excitement. Noodle nodded and got into position. Before Willy could go, Yin grabbed his wrist. "Wait, Willy." He said, his voice soft.
"Yes, Yin?" Willy looked at him.
Yin bit his bottom lip shyly and ran his fingers through his hair, feeling a blush bloom onto his cheeks. "You look great." He said softly.
Willy felt his cheeks warm up at the compliment. He looked to the side for a second before turning back to the adorable boy in front of him.
"Thank you." He said with a soft smile. He took his free hand and placed it on Yin's cheek, his thimb caressing the area. The action made Yin blush more, but he smiled sweetly. "Good luck." Yin whispered, releasing Willy's wrist from his hold. Willy smiled more and nodded at the boy before he pulled away and jogged over to where he needed to be. He already missed Yin's touch.
Yin jogged over to Noodle, who was smirking at the lovestruck boy. "You're so in love." She teased. "Shut up." Yin muttered with a chuckle. Noodle laughed at her friend.
The two started to watch Willy as he approached a man who just got rejected by his partner. Ouch.
"Monsieur, can I help you?" Willy asked the man in a French accent. Yin had to keep himself from giggling uncontrollably.
The man replied, "Hello waiter. Do you have anything for a broken heart?"
(A/N:
Willy (Purple)
Yin (Blue)
Ensemble (Black)
Noodle (Green)
If you see parentheses around a repeated line before it, the two people are singing it together. But if it's in parentheses AND slanted, it's said right after the first time.)
🎵So the taxis never stop
The girls think you're a flop
You're wet and cold, you're getting old, your confidence is shot🎵
"It's true." The man admitted.
🎵When people look at you
They seem to look straight through
Or, like you're something brown they found upon the bottom of their shoe🎵
"Have you been following me?"
Willy moved to being in front of him. He put a napkin on the table and like magic, when he pulled it away, underneath it was one of his new creations.
🎵But this should lift the gloom
My giraffe-milk macaroon
Just take a chance and you'll be dancing to a different tune
Goodbye to feeling small
And frightened of it all
Just eat a few of these, and you'll be feeling ten feet tall🎵
The man tried one of the treats. Then, he had a second one. He felt a transformation happen, and suddenly, he was feeling more confident.
Customers watched as Willy and the man, with his newfound confidence, got onto the tables and started to dance.
🎵Wеll, there's chocolate
And thеre's chocolate (and there's chocolate)
Only Wonka's makes your confidence skyrockelet (Only Wonka's makes your confidence skyrockelet)
Put your hand into your pockelet
Get yourself some Wonka chocolate🎵
Customers clamored over to Willy, paying to get his chocolate. The man, feeling more confident than ever, walked up to his partner, Barbara.
🎵Madame, just one kiss
Yes, please🎵
The two kiss.
Yin and Noodle watched the scene with smiles on their faces. Then, Yin saw the police coming from a distance. He tapped on Noodle's shoulder. "The police are coming." Noodle looked before nodding. Yin ran to where he needed to go.
🎵You've never had chocolate like this
No, we've never had chocolate like this🎵
Noodle whistled, signaling to Willy that the police were coming. Acting fast, Willy got off the table and ran into an alleyway and jumped into the open storm drain.
Yin was already at the bottom, and he caught the chocolatier as he fell. Piper closed th storm drain, hiding them. Yin looked at Willy, his hands on the man's waist.
"Well?"
Willy smiled widely. "It was a success. They were buying the chocolate!" He replied with excitement. "Yay!" Yin said happily. Willy laughed at the cute boy.
The two stayed put for some time, enjoying the delightful silence until Yin spoke up.
"Hey, um, Willy?"
"Hmm?"
"When we do this again tomorrow, can I do it?"
"You want to sell my chocolate with me?"
Yin nodded, smiling. Willy matched his smile and placed his hands on Yin's shoulders. "Of course you can! How can I refuse?"
Yin's smile got even bigger.
(Transition)
It was a new day, and two ladies were discussing Willy Wonka's latest creation. Word was being spread now.
🎵Have you tried his new one?🎵
"No."
🎵Oh, you've got to have a go
Just pop one in, and everything becomes a Broadway show🎵
Yin, disguised as a ticket collector, gave the ladies the chocolate after paying. They started to sing and dance.
🎵The news that makes you gasp
The jokes that make you laugh
All that you say and do all day will be choreographed
(All that you say and do all day will be choreographed)🎵
(Transition to nighttime)
It was now nighttime, and Willy was disguised as a barber, attending to a balding customer, along with two others.
🎵Lost your hair, can't think where
Feeling fairly bare up there
Don't despair, I come prepared
Behold my hair repair-it claire🎵
Willy showed the three men the treat, who wolf them down eagerly. A hairless cat ate the leftover one.
🎵It's made from ground vanilla
From the markets of Manila
Take heed, eat more than three, and you'll end up like a gorilla🎵
(Transitioning between the two)
🎵Well, there's chocolate🎵
The passengers on the tram were dancing like they were on Broadway.
🎵And there's chocolate🎵
The three balding men now were sporting full hair-dos. Even the cat now had full fur.
🎵Only Wonka's makes you hop around the clockelet🎵
Yin watched with a big smile at everyone enjoying the chocolate. Until he heard Lottie ring the bell to warn him. Knowing who was coming, Yin ran towards the back of the tram where Abacus opened a hatch into the engine compartment. Yin slid through it and down into an open storm drain below.
Willy was at the bottom, and he caught the boy, arms around his waist. Yin's hands on Willy's shoulders.
"How it go?"
Yin smiled widely and reached into the pocket of his disguise and showed Willy the money he collected. "All of them bought it!" He said excitedly.
Willy laughed out of excitement and hugged Yin. "We're doing it!"
Yin blushed hard at Willy, hugging him, but he smiled and hugged the chocolatier back. The two embraced excitedly, hopping on their toes as the passengers sang. Even hearing the police chief and Officer Affable sing joyfully about how great Willy's chocolate is.
"By the way... you look great dressed like that." Willy said as he pulled away to look at Yin. Yin felt his cheeks warm up, but he smiled shyly. "Thank you."
(Transition to nighttime)
After a successful day, everyone retired to their rooms in the wash house.
Meanwhile, the main trio was in Noodle's room. Noodle wrote the word "Cat" on a blackboard. Willy was seated in a child's school chair, learning to read. Yin was standing close by, watching.
🎵Well, there's literate and illiterate
Can you tell me what this word is?
Not a bit of it🎵
Yin snickered at the two. Noodle sighed but continued.
🎵Well, that's a vowel, and that's a consonant
What's that now? You're talking nonsenense🎵
Yin laughed this time. Willy looked at the young man with a soft smile. Noodle sighed in exasperation.
🎵I should call it quits🎵
Abucus appeared with a jar of money.
🎵But you've never sold chocolate like this🎵
He was right. They were making a lot of money. Yin looked over to Willy, seeing he was creating something out of the paper on the desk.
"What are you doing?" He asked curiously.
Willy smiled. "You'll see in a moment."
Yin waited patiently as Willy finished and showed him what he created. An origami rose. "For you." He said, handing it to Yin. Yin blushed lightly as he took it. "Thank you."
(Transition)
Days went by, and Willy Wonka was making more profit with his chocolate. The three chocolatiers were in the vault, berating the Chief. Fickelgruber started.
🎵Well, there's chocolate🎵
"I understand that." The Chief said.
Prodnose joined in.
🎵And there's chocolate🎵
"Totally true." The Chief agreed.
Slugworth came in, equally annoyed as his two colleagues.
🎵Only Wonka drives a hole right through our profilets🎵
Slugworth's secretary, Mrs. Bon Bon showed their profit charts. They were going down exponentially.
"Yes, but what I'm trying to tell you is that -" The Chief tried to explain, but he was interrupted by Fickelgruber.
🎵If we don't get on top of this, we'll go bust,🎵
The other chocolatiers joined.
🎵Choco-pocalypse!🎵
Fickelgruber added.
🎵We'll cease to exist🎵
The Chief finally got to talk.
🎵But fellas, you've never had chocolate like this🎵
He hands them each a Broadway chocolate, as they are called. They taste it despite their fury, immediately breaking into a joyful song and dance.
🎵No, we've never had chocolate like this🎵
(Transition)
Willy and Yin are in the town square, back where it started selling from a little cart. A huge crowd surrounds the pair, buying chocolate as fast as they can.
🎵Well, there's chocolate (well, there's chocolate)
And there's chocolate (and there's chocolate)
Only mine'll find you buying wedding frockelets (only his will find you buying wedding frockelets)🎵
The man, named Colin and Barbara, came out of the cathedral, just married.
🎵We have just tied the knot, and it's
All because of Wonka's chocolate🎵
The crowd celebrated this occasion.
🎵Off to a life of bliss🎵
Yin walked to the front of the cart, handing out chocolates to paying customers.
🎵You've never had chocolate like this
No, we've never had chocolate like this🎵
Willy joined Yin in front of the singing and dancing crowd.
🎵Have you ever had chocolate like this?🎵
The pair joined the dancing.
🎵No, we've never had chocolate
No, we've never had chocolate like this🎵
The pair were dancing, hand in hand, and spinning each other. Then they heard Larry, and then Noodle whistled. The police were in sight. Willy motioned Yin to go to the storm drain. Yin nodded and weaved through the dancing crowd to get to it. He made it and jumped down, landing on his feet. He saw Willy, who jumped down, closing the storm drain. Yin caught him. However, in Willy's panicked state, he didn't give Yin enough time to prepare to catch him.
So, when Yin caught Willy, the pair fell down, Yin on his back and Willy on top of him. The two groaned at the feeling.
"I'm so sorry, Yin. Are you hurt?" He asked, looking over and checking him for injuries. Yin sat up and placed a hand on Willy's shoulder.
"It's alright." Willy looked at the boy. Yin felt a blush bloom onto his cheeks. "I'm... fine." He said slowly. He got lost in Willy's hypnotizing hazel eyes.
The two stared into each other's eyes for a few seconds until Willy sighed softly in relief. "That's good." He got off of Yin, and offered his hand out to the young man.
Yin, flattered and feeling butterflies in his stomach, took Willy's hand. Willy pulled him up onto his feet and helped the boy dust himself off.
Once they finished, Yin looked at Willy with a big smile. "This is working out. I can't believe how successful this has been!"
"You didn't think it would?" Willy asked, looking a bit sad that Yin didn't believe in the plan.
Yin quickly shook his head no. "No, no, no. I was just worried about...."
"Worried about what?"
"You. I was worried about you. Getting caught by the police. I didn't want you to get hurt."
Willy's look softened at Yin's concern. "Oh, Yin, that's so sweet of you to think that." He took Yin's hands and gave them a squeeze. "But you don't have to worry. I'm a magician. They won't catch me." He said with a playful smile, reaching up and booping Yin's nose with his index finger.
Yin giggled at Willy's silliness. "I believe you." He said, returning the playful gesture to Willy. Willy scrunched his nose a bit at the action but laughed along with Yin.
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Dear, my thirst was quenched after weeks and months when I saw Matt and Jonathan together today. How handsome they looked, did they not? I am so eager to hear what you thought of their interactions, their glances at the other and the way they seemed so close😘
Dear Anonymous, thank you for your message.
I'm still high on cloud nine from last night, and I suspect I will never shut up about the event, or our boys/men/babygirls/babyboys/angels/what even are they?? I will never get over Fellow Travelers, Hawk, Tim, Matt, Jonathan or any of it, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
I didn't dare to dream we would see them like this again - happy to be together, both with arms around each other, Jonny even holding Matt's hand. Ahhhhhhhh!! They look so good together. None of the doubt and torture of the past months matters now, because they were home together. I'm more convinced than ever that their bond is rare, undeniable, eternal and unbreakable, and they will be like this even after outliving Hawk and Skippy.
As for their looks, Matt's look wasn't my favourite ever (although it was amazing), and poor baby looked extremely sleep-deprived. But he looked genuinely happy, and that's all that matters. Jonny looked slutty as fuck in that sage green shirt + trousers and brown shoes + white socks outfit. His beauty was dazzling, and this was one of my favourite Jonny looks ever.
This video is everything! It's easily as good as the Maestro premiere videos. Seeing them this content and comfortable... I'm actually at a loss for words. If you look really closely, you can see that Jonny is stroking Matt's back again. I don't care what people say anymore, he is NOT like this with others. And Matt is so much more open than he's appeared to be recently. It's rare to see this kind of public display of affection from him - like when he smiles, gazes at Jonny and puts his arm even tighter around him. He also has this particular micro expression he does when Jonny looks at him, I've seen it before.
Then there's the sweet video of them walking away from the stage. I can't upload another video here so here's a gif of it
I love how happy they look, and how Jonathan waits for a hug/touch from Matt, like he needs it.
I'm so grateful that we got the Ron/Matt/Jonathan only combo yesterday. Ron is the one person who loves and misses Matt & Jonny even more than the fans do. He loves them so much that he started to cry when he talked about their zoom chemistry read.
And speaking of that, this is how Jonny and Matt looked at each other when Ron mentioned the chemistry read:
The panel was incredible. I'm in awe of the three of them, and I wish I could thank them personally. They spoke so eloquently and passionately, and I think they gave an extremely good impression. Jonathan's dirty joke was the icing on the cake.
Favourite moments from the panel:
Jonny saying he feels it in his stomach, when he talks about watching the emotional clip they showed during the panel. He says there's a real emotion that has not left him, that is still present. How they've had six months to get on with their lives and try to say goodbye to the characters, but so many people are talking to him about FT, even crying, and it feels amazing to be back and celebrate it. "I know what pride means now." Oh Jonny!!
Ron talking about the chemistry between Matt and Jonny (that I already mentioned above)
I love and adore Matt beyond measure, so I'm allowed to say this. He has a tendency to go into professional/autopilot mode sometimes, and he does just this when the interviewer (who was great btw!) asks him about the sex scenes. He starts repeating things he's already said in dozens of interviews. But then Jonny starts talking, with much more candour, and it's glorious. And you can see, at least in some angles of the video, that Matt starts to blink and swallow a lot. It's like Jonny unlocks him, like he always does...
Jonny's joke: "Obviously you'd want a scene partner like Matt, because he never put a foot wrong..." Nobody makes Matt laugh like Jonny does. I wish their chairs had been just a little closer, because Jonny really tried to put his head on Matt's shoulder.
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Yeah. Yesterday will stay with me for a very long time.
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Fxck This
Title: Fxck This
Fandom: Marvel
Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC!
Author: @sheerfreesia007
Words: 5,853
Warnings: Smut, Missionary, Cowgirl, Standing sex
Permanent Tag List: @paintballkid711, @fioccodineveautunnale, @phoenixhalliwell, @linkpk88, @weirdowithnobeardo, @athalien
Gif Credit: @rowan1703
Steve frowns softly as he walks into his office noticing quickly that Sunshine isn’t at her desk like she normally is. He walks into his office and spots the neon blue post it note in the middle of his computer screen. Walking around his desk he sets his things down before grabbing the post-it so that he could read what she had written for him.
Working with facilities today to figure out the easiest way to get the new gear and equipment in the building. If you need anything, call me.
Steve sighed softly but then smiled when he saw the tiny little sun drawn on the post-it note underneath her words. He had wanted to talk to her about what had happened yesterday but with her working out of the office for the day he didn’t think he’d get his time with her. Hopefully she’d finish quickly and be able to come back to the office because Steve was eager to talk to her. After last night he spent hours thinking about ways he wanted to hold her and touch her. Her raspy voice was constantly in his mind either telling him exactly what she wanted him to do to her or moaning his name like it was the only word she knew. Taking in a deep breath Steve tried to calm himself down as he realized he was getting hard just thinking about her again. The phone on his desk rang and Steve reached forward and picked up the receiver without even looking at the caller I.D. screen.
“Captain Steve Rogers.” he greeted the caller with a soft frown.
“Rogers, it’s Fury we have a mission. Gather your squad and have them meet in my conference room. Agent Hill will brief you on the mission.” Fury’s voice said over the phone and Steve nodded his head along with his words.
“Of course, Director.” Steve said and the two hung up together. He sighed softly and picked up his desk phone again dialing a number that he knew by heart. “Bucky tell everyone to meet us up in Fury’s conference room. We have a mission to go on.” Steve said into the phone and listened to Bucky’s response before hanging up. He then looked down and picked up his cell phone, swiping it open he pulled up the text thread he had with Sunshine and began typing out a message to her.
Going on a mission will send you the details when I get them. I’ll see you when I get back. Steve looked down at the screen as he saw the three dots appear almost immediately on her side of the screen.
Alright, be safe Captain. Steve knew that he wanted to say more but he wanted to talk about, was something that needed to be said face to face. Sighing softly he knew that it would probably be at least a week before he could speak with her again.
*-*-*-*
Steve frowned softly as he moved down the empty hallway with his shield raised in front of him, according to Fury’s intel this warehouse should be active and full of people packaging the mind controlling gas that their target Ashton Calum, a scientist who created the mind controlling gas to be able to sell it on the black market. But the warehouse is empty and by the looks of it they had all left in a hurry, supplies and packaging materials were left abandoned where they stood. Kicking one of the shipping crates Steve gritted his teeth in anger as Bucky entered the same room Steve was in on the opposite wall.
“Fury’s intel is bad.” Bucky said darkly and Steve nodded his head slowly. Sighing softly Steve rubbed a hand down his face slowly in exasperation. It had already been a week and a half of them following the intel that Fury had given them on Ashton, and each step of the way they were too late to catch him. It was as if he was always one step ahead of them each time they got close. Steve was getting frustrated with this mission dragging on. Not only was it concerning about this mind controlling gas possibly getting onto the black market but he was also tired of being away from Sunshine and the conversation he wanted to have with her.
“Natasha, we need better intel.” Steve said into the comm device in his ear. “I need you to gather any information you can about this guy and start reaching out to your sources.”
“On it.” Natasha chirped back to him quickly and Steve nodded his head. He stored his shield on his back and stood in the middle of the room with his hands on his hips surveying the room. He sighs knowing that this is probably going to set them back another couple of days. He swings his leg out, kicks another crate across the floor and Bucky looks over to him with furrowed eyebrows.
“You alright punk?” he asks cautiously and Steve huffs softly before turning towards him.
“Yeah, just frustrated that this is going to set us back more.” Steve replies and Bucky nods his head.
“Well let’s get going so that we can unwind and relax. Natasha will definitely get us better intel. Fury’s gonna be pissed though that we had Natasha get it though.” Bucky said knowingly and Steve shrugged his shoulders as he gestured outwards to the empty warehouse.
“He’ll have to deal with it. It’s better to get good intel than to keep chasing after this guy with bad intel.” Steve said resolutely and Bucky nodded his head as the two of them began to make their way out of the room together.
“Are you sure it’s just the bad intel?” Bucky asked softly as they moved down the hallway back towards the exit and Steve frowned softly at the question.
“I want to get back already. This shouldn’t be taking this long. I want to talk to Sunshine about what happened before we left.” Steve confessed softly and Bucky smirked at him knowingly. Steve had already told Sam and Bucky about what had happened between Steve and Sunshine, the two men eagerly trying to boost Steve’s confidence that Sunshine would be agreeable to something happening between them. Steve was still unsure about things but after listening to Bucky and Sam he felt slightly better at his chances with Sunshine.
The two of them met back up with Sam and Wanda at the safe house that they had all been holding up in. Natasha had already left to get the intel from her local sources leaving the four of them to just relax and unwind together. Steve found himself lounging on one of the couches while an old sitcom rerun played on the television in the room. He stared at the television not really seeing the show and began to let his mind wander. Sunshine was once again at the forefront of his mind.
Steve had kicked in one of the doors in the warehouse and found Sunshine tied to a chair with a blindfold tied around her eyes, her skirt had been ripped up the side to her hip showing off her smooth skin while her blouse was missing the top two buttons causing it to gape open over her chest. Steve’s eyes eagerly raced up and down her form as she squirmed after hearing him kick in the door.
“Please, I don’t know anything.” she pleaded with him and Steve felt arousal race down his spine after seeing the state of her attire.
“Sunshine, it’s alright. It’s me, Steve. I’m here to save you.” he said swiftly as he stepped over to her and pulled down the blindfold. She blinked up at him as her eyes squinted against the light in the room. Her whole body seemed sag in the chair she was tied to when she recognized him.
“Captain.” she breathed out relieved and Steve felt his cock harden in his suit. He moved around her and began untying the binds around her wrists. When he was done he eased her arms slowly back in front of her body and began to massage them as he loomed over her from behind. He tried to keep his eyes on her wrists while massaging them but when she groaned and leaned back in the chair resting the back of her head against his abdomen he got a clear shot down her torn blouse. Her breasts were heaving slightly with the relieved breaths she was sucking in and Steve bit his bottom lip at the motion of her body. “Thank you.” she whispered out to him and Steve directed his eyes to her grateful ones.
Nodding his head Steve watched as she turned in the chair and kneeled up on the seat so that her head was closer to his. Her hands crawled up his broad chest over his navy blue suit until they came to entwine behind his neck and she smiled prettily up at him.
“How can I ever repay you?” she asked him in a seductive tone that made electricity race down his spine. He stared down into her eyes as she fluttered her eyelashes at him and Steve had to bite back a moan as he thought about all the way she could repay him. “How about a kiss to start?” she asked with a slow smile forming on her mouth. Steve leaned down towards her as her head tilted further upwards to his, their lips grazing slightly in a gentle tease. Steve couldn’t hold back as he lunged forward and captured her lips in a scorching kiss causing her mewl softly at his actions. Steve’s arms wrapped around her frame and lifted her easily in the air as he moved around the chair to sit down with her nestled in his lap. Her legs fell open his thick thighs and her skirt rode up to her hips exposing her purple silk underwear to him while her core sat on top of his crotch. Steve groaned into the kiss as she ground her hips down into his, causing him to buck upwards into her. “Please Captain, let me repay you.” she begged him and Steve sucked in a harsh breath as he felt her hands gripping his utility belt around his waist.
Steve eagerly helped her undo the lower half of his suit. When she had managed to get it undone he listed his hips and she slid the material down to his knees before he took a seat again. His hard cock has slid up between the two of them and Sunshine moaned wantonly to him as his cock stood straight up between her covered core and his abdomen. Steve grunted softly as he watched her lift up on his lap before reaching down between her legs and pulling her underwear to the side, she then lined his cock up with her entrance and slid downward until he was fully encased by her dripping wet cunt. The two of them moaned loudly together as her walls throbbed around his hard as steel cock trying to suck him further inside of her. Steve stayed as still as possible as he waited for her to get used to his size, his cock throbbed with the effort he used to stay still. Sunshine then began to move up and down on his cock causing Steve to throw his head back and gasp, her walls were like a vice as she moved on top of him staying clamped around him.
When it all became too much for her she fell forward onto his chest and moaned into his suit. Her hands gripped the leather straps around his shoulders and used them to help leverage herself over him as her hips began to piston up and down on his cock. Steve cupped the undersides of her thighs as she moved, not allowing her to fall fully onto his cock. He could see the frustration building within her as he continued to stop her from fully taking his whole cock inside her. She glared at him from her position as her hips swirled and bucked along his cock and just as he restricted her movement again she smirked at him. Steve shivered at the look on her face and then groaned loudly as she stopped all her movements and hovered on his lap before her walls began to clench and unclench around his cock.
Groaning loudly in his throat Steve bucked his hips up into her and Sunshine began to bounce on his cock once more. She leaned over him and tilted his head down so that his eyes stared into her heated gaze.
“I’m in charge of your pleasure right now. I’m repaying you right. Not the other way around Captain.” she told him darkly and Steve numbly nodded his head as he supported her body with his hands. Suddenly she slammed down onto him and clamped her walls around him harshly. Steve moaned loudly as his orgasm was pulled from him and he began to fill her with his cum, the smirk that graced her face made his orgasm prolong as he knew she had just repaid him for him saving her. He wrapped his arms around fully and bucked up into her as he continued to cum, he was desperate to make her cum as well. When he slammed his cock up into her Sunshine cried out as her walls clamped around him and Steve moaned loudly at the sensation.
The two of them slowly came down from their highs and Sunshine limply draped herself over his body while Steve cooed into her ear that she did so well for him. His lips pressing soft kisses to her heated sweaty skin within his reach.
Steve jerked on the couch when he heard heavy footsteps coming down the hallway, he had completely submerged himself in his daydream. Grimacing slightly he felt the wet material of his boxers stick to his softening cock. He stood from the couch and quickly shut the television off before making his way towards his bedroom, he grimaced again as he passed Wanda’s bedroom and heard her shuffling against her bed. He no doubt had projected his thoughts to her once again. Hopefully they’d get done with this mission soon and he wouldn’t have to worry about that problem anymore once he got back to Sunshine.
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The ballroom is packed full of people as Steve moves about the room, the photostatic veil disguises his widely known face so that he looks like just another rich bachelor in the crowd. All the Avengers in the field are wearing the photostatic veil since they are so recognizable. Natasha and Wanda look like two gorgeous women eyeing the rich men at the party while Sam and Bucky are both the lookouts for the group keeping to the shadows outside. Tonight they’ve managed to trace their target, Ashton Calum, to this private gala that was held for the elite billionaires interested in the black market, standing near the bar in the corner of the room. The group had managed to subdue three guests, one man and two women, so that they could attend as well thanks to Natasha’s intel she had gathered. Ashton is dressed in a black clean cut suit with a black shirt underneath and a black tie to go with it, he’s a man of smaller build and Steve eyes him disgustedly, to think this was the man who had created so much chaos all with his mind controlling gas. The woman on his arm is dressed in a low cut form fitting red silk dress that she wears like a second skin, she’s smaller than Ashton and has long wavy black hair that falls down her back in silky waves.
Steve’s eyes travel up and down the woman and imagines what Sunshine would look like in a dress like that. Frowning softly he knows that she’d go for a more jewel tone than a vibrant red like the woman had on but imaging her in that dress made his face flush slightly. Steve’s hands clenched at his sides as he imagined what it would feel like under his fingers to glide against the silky material when Sunshine wore it. He knew it’d fit her like a glove and showcase all her curves and assets that she kept hidden away under her work blouses and pants. Shaking his head he focused his eyes on the target and cleared his mind of nothing but the mission. He would have time later to think about Sunshine.
Just then a slender arm slips through his and he looks down at Wanda who smiles up at him, he knows she probably could read his mind again and he sighs softly. Her smile widens and she moves closer into his side as her eyes dart around the room surveying everything going on.
“Stay focused Steve. We’re so close to catching him. Natasha’s moving in now.” Wanda said softly to him so that only he could hear her. He nods his head with a slight grimace and she pats his arm kindly. “Don’t worry about it. We all want to get home too. You more than any of us.” she says teasingly as they both move closer to the bar to be able to lend Natasha a hand if she needs it.
“I’m sorry, I’m just frustrated it’s taken this long to get this done. Fury’s intel was incorrect and we’re the ones to have to fix it.” he said in a low tone that projected his frustration with how the mission was going. It had been three long weeks on mission and everytime they received intel from Fury it always put them one step behind Ashton Calum. They had all grown frustrated with Fury and his intel to the point that Natasha had conducted her own intel gathering which had led to here. Being as close as ever to their target they had ever been during the whole mission. Wanda nodded her head before shrugging her shoulders as she agreed with him; they were all tired of the mission and were eager for it to be over.
“That’s our job though. We’re here to prevent these things from happening. You can take it up with Fury when we get back.” she told him and Steve nodded his head as he frowned softly.
“I will be.” he told her darkly as his eyes spotted Natasha at the bar talking with Ashton. The man was eating up Natasha’s attention and Steve could see her luring him away from his date towards the doors that led out to the balcony. Steve and Wanda began to walk around in a wide circle in the opposite direction of the bar then towards the balcony doors. They nodded to the other patrons of the party and smiled kindly at them as they made their way to the edge of the balcony doors just as they closed behind Natasha and Ashton.
Steve could hear Ashton grunting softly in the communication earpiece that he had in his left ear and Wanda smiled proudly as they both heard Ashton moan loudly. Undoubtedly due to Natasha knocking him out cold. Then Natasha’s dark voice came over the comm device.
“Target has been neutralized.” she said softly and Steve moved with Wanda to the balcony doors. They exited them without anyone noticing and began helping Natasha secure Ashton before Steve picked him up and hopped over the railing of the balcony. He fell lightly onto his feet still holding Ashton and began walking towards the meet up point for the group where Sam was waiting with a dark van. Natasha and Wanda would then make their way back into the party and lure the woman that had come with Ashton into the bathroom and knock her out before gathering any intel from her phone and her body. They would then meet up with Bucky at the entrance to the building and make their way to the van.
Due to Natasha’s intel that she had gathered before this party they had found out the hiding base where Ashton kept the rest of the gas and had sent the coordinates to a second team that had been dispatched out to collect the gas. Steve waited in the van with the unconscious Ashton and frowned tiredly at the man. Three long weeks and they were finally done with the mission, Steve could feel body slowly relaxing as he realized that they would get to go home now. He smiled tiredly and leaned back against the side of the van as he sat in the back. His mind began to wander about what Sunshine would look like in a dress similar to Ashton’s date tonight.
Steve is standing behind the bar back at the Avenger’s compound, he’s got a tumbler sitting on the bar top as he pulls out the aged whiskey from under the bar and pours himself a third of it into the glass. He hears the click of high heels on the floor and looks up to see Sunshine making her way towards him. He loses his breath as it’s sucked out of his body as his eyes take in her outfit. She’s dressed in a floor length silk deep purple dress that fits her like a second skin, accentuating all of her curves and dips that always make his mouth water. He gulps audibly and she smirks at him as she settles onto the bar stool.
“What’ll it be doll?” He asks her before he takes a sip of his whiskey. He watches her as she reaches out and takes the glass from his hand before knocking it back herself.
“I’ll have what you’re having.” She tells him sultrily and Steve leans forward on the bar top so that he’s closer to her now.
“Is that right?” He challenges her and she nods her head confidently. Steve swiftly cups the back of her head and pulls her closer as his lips slant against hers and she moans loudly into his mouth. He slips his tongue into her mouth tangling with her own tongue as he tastes the whiskey on her tongue. Her arms come and circle his neck as she leans across the bar towards him. Steve effortlessly pulls her over onto his side and nestles her between him and the bar. He crowds her there as he continues to kiss her lips heatedly, his hands glide down the material of her dress and he groans loudly at the feeling of the silk under his fingers. He begins to hike the dress up and she gasps loudly as her head tips back while his lips slide down the side of her face and down her neck. “What if I have you?” He asks her huskily and she whimpers softly at his question.
“Have me.” She pants out and Steve suddenly whirls her around so that she’s facing the bar now and her back is to him. He gathers the dress until it sits at the base of her spine and he can see that she’s only wearing a thong, his moan is loud and wonton as his hands grip her hips tightly.
He doesn’t let her settle there as he quickly unbuckles his belt and undoes his pants so that his hard heavy cock slaps against her ass cheeks. She whimpers and coos at him as her hips shift from side to side. He toys with the thong letting it snap back against her skin and she gasps loudly before his cock slides between her cheeks. He slides her thong to the side and guides his cock along her slick folds gathering the slick along his cock before he slips it into her cunt. She cries out as her head falls back on her shoulders as he thrusts fully into her, his hand comes up and grips a handful of her hair pulling her head back to gaze up at him from her position.
He doesn’t waste any time as he fucks up into her dripping cunt while listening to the wet squelching of their movements. She gasping and panting as her head is pulled backwards while his hips pound unmercifully into her cunt. He slides his hand that’s in her hand around her neck just under her chip and cups her there so that their eyes stay connected while he fucks up into her.
“You’re mine aren’t you doll?” He asks and she coos at him as her eyes dilate with lust.
“Yes, Captain.” She answers and Steve slams into her as his orgasm is ripped from him while her walls clamp down on him and she keens loudly as her body shakes under him.
The slam of the van door wakes Steve from his daydream and sees that Nat has climbed into the back with him while Bucky, Sam and Wanda are sitting up front. Steve shakes his head slightly before meeting Wanda’s eyes in the rear view mirror.
“We’re finally going to get home.” She says with a knowing smile on her face and Steve feels the blush creep across his face.
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The sound of the Quinjet’s engines starting to power down are music to all of their ears as they rise from their seats. Steve stands and pulls his cell phone out of his pocket, he had sent Sunshine a text earlier asking where she was at headquarters, he sighs softly when he sees her response letting him know that she was in the office. He quickly types out a response to tell her to stay there and that he’s on his way.
Steve can feel his lust simmering just under his skin for his admin. After months now of thinking and daydreaming of her different scenarios he felt as if he was going to combust if he didn’t get to her now and find out if she felt the same way. He needed to unleash his pent up desire for her and he knew that if she felt the same way he would be unleashing it all on her.
The ramp of the Quinjet seemed to slowly lower as they all eagerly waited to get of the aircraft. The group was frustrated and so ready to unwind after the mission. Steve could see Agent Hill and Nick Fury waiting for the group in the hangar and Steve gritted his teeth with simmering rage. Sam and Bucky looked over at him as they spotted Fury as well, no doubt wondering if Steve was going to go off on Fury for the bad intel. But Steve had other things to take care of other than Fury. Wanda was the only one watching him with a knowing smirk on her face. Steve stalked down the ramp and Fury moved to greet him.
“Welcome back Captain, we need to debrief.” Fury said firmly and Steve shook his head as he walked closer to the Director.
“Fuck this, I have better things to take care of right now.” Steve sneered out to him as he continued past the shocked Director and a surprised Agent Hill. Steve continued walking out of the hangar and down the hallway straight for the elevator that would take him up to his office. He waited as patiently as he could while the elevator made it’s ascent but he could feel himself growing more excited as he watched the numbers light up as the elevator moved up. He could feel his cock twitching in his suit as he shifted from foot to foot with the anticipation building for him.
Finally the elevator dinged and the doors barely opened wide enough for Steve as he quickly walked out of the elevator and down the hall to his office. It didn’t take him long to stand in the doorway and spot Sunshine sitting at her desk typing away on her computer. She looked up with a furrowed brow and then her eyes cleared with a happy glint as she recognized him.
”Captain!” She greeted happily as she stood from her chair and Steve met her at the corner of her desk. He quickly grabs her hand and drags her into his office, closing and locking the door behind them before crowding her up against it. She gasps softly as she tilts her head up to stare at him with wide eyes.
“I need to know if you’re interested in me. Sexually and romantically. Because I don’t think I can hold back anymore.” He said seriously and watched as her brow furrowed slightly and then a smirk slid across her face.
“Did you finally figure it out Captain?” She asked him teasingly as her hands slid up his chest to grip the leather straps on his uniform tightly and pulled him down towards her. Her lips captured his in a heated slick messy kiss that had Steve groaning into her mouth as his body fell flush against hers and held her in place against the door.
“Fuck doll.” He breathed out to her when he felt his mind go numb.
“Language, Captain.” She teased him and Steve growled at her while his hands slid down to her skirt clad ass and lifted her up against his body as her arms wrapped around his neck.
Steve blindly turned towards his desk and swiped an arm across it to get rid off all the things that were on top of it. The loud crash made Sunshine flinch in his arms as she looked down at the mess he had made while Steve hurriedly seated her on the desk and pushed her back to lay down on it. He was panting as he slid the skirt up her hips, he knew he wouldn’t be able to wait with her not after all of the daydreams he’d been having about her.
“I won’t be able to wait. I won’t be able to prepare you.” He told her darkly and she looked up at him with a sultry look on her face as her hands glided down her body to her thighs which opened widely for him. His eyes darted down as she showed him the wet spot on her light blue panties and Steve groaned loudly while one hand fell to the bulge in his pants and palmed himself. “Damn.” He breathed out huskily and she smirked up at him.
“C’mon Captain, make me scream for you.” She simpered and Steve felt his cock harden further in his pants. He quickly unbuckled his suit as Sunshine slipped her panties down her hips and legs. She was getting ready to drop them to the floor when Steve grabbed her hand and slipped the panties from her hand and into his pocket.
“You’ll get them back when the other personnel hear you scream my name.” He husked out to her and she moaned loudly at his words. Steve then gripped under her knees and slid her across his desk to his waiting cock that fell onto her skin above her pubic bone with a loud slap.
“Won’t take long.” She whimpered out as she squirmed on his desk. He chuckled softly as he glided his cock between her wet folds and nearly groaned with how good she felt. But no matter how much he had dreamed of this reality was infinitely better. Steve guided his cock down her folds and felt himself notch inside of her as a gasp was ripped out of him.
“Oh doll. This-I’m not going to last long now. But I swear I’ll make up for it. Been dreaming about doing this to you.” He began to babble to her and she tilted her head to the side with curiosity.
“For how long?” She asked breathlessly as he began to slow push into her. Steve focused on sliding his cock fully into her and only looked up at her when he was seated within her to the hilt.
“Months.” He whispered and she moaned loudly as she arched her back against his desk.
“You mean you could’ve been fucking me months ago?!” She hissed at him as her hands clenched at the edge of the desk to try to ground herself. Steve groaned loudly and pulled back from her at her words before sliding back into her.
“Oh shit.” He hissed and began to fuck himself into her at a steady even pace. She gasped and her legs came up to hook around his waist while her heels dug into his ass.
“Oh, there! Yes Captain!” She cried out loudly and Steve groaned as he began to pick up his pace. Soon Sunshine wasn’t even saying words as she cried out loudly. Steve gripped her hips as he kept thrusting into her feeling her walls flutter around his cock, he lifted her hips slightly and when he slid his cock back into her she screamed with pleasure. Sunshine was thrashing against the desk as Steve continued to move inside of her, her hair was plastered to her forehead as sweat dripped from her body, her hips were undulating against Steve’s as he fucked her harder and she screamed as her body trembled underneath him. “C’mon Captain, fill me up.” She panted out to him as her eyes stared directly into his. “I want all of it.” She told him and Steve moaned loudly as he slammed his cock up into her as his cum spurted up into her as he came.
Steve hovered over her as he slowly caught his breath while she panted underneath him. The two of them gazed into each other’s eyes adoringly and Steve smiled before leaning forward and capturing her lips with his. He hummed satisfied as he gathered her in his arms and pulled slowly away from her lips.
“I can’t believe we could’ve been doing that for months.” She panted out to him, her voice sounding raspy with all the screaming she had done. Steve chuckled softly at her words before tilting his head from side to side.
“That’s my fault.” He said softly and she nodded her head quickly at his words.
“Oh yes, I blame you fully for withholding yourself from me.” She teased him and Steve chuckled again while her hands came up to cup his face. “We have quite a lot of time to make for Captain.” She informed him and Steve felt his blush heat his face as she grinned at him. “Let’s go get dinner and then we can go back to my place.” She suggested and Steve grinned down at her while blinking owlishly.
“Are you asking me out to dinner?” He asked teasingly and she rolled her eyes at him.
“Well I mean after that workout you just put me through it’s the least you could do.” She teased him and Steve chuckled before pressing a sweet kiss to her lips.
“It’s a date then.” He told her and beamed at him while still laying out on his desk.
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The Mandalorian - 2x01 - Timothy Olyphant as Cobb Vanth
#themandalorianedit#swedit#the mandalorian#cobb vanth#timothy olyphant#the mandalorian spoilers#the mandalorian 2x01#when I looked yesterday to see if people had giffed him already#I saw these comments about cobb vanth in SW lore#and I was like I don't really know or care much about SW#it's the TOMCU I care about#(timothy olyphant marshal cinematic universe)#so he's just gonna age well and play this when called upon forever huh
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Hi!! Requesting a spicy tasm!peter fic where he puts his photography skills to use if ya know what I mean 🔥🫶🏽
his muse; {p.p.}
Pairing: peter parker x f!reader (gif is tasm but you can interpret this as any peter parker)
Summary: peter puts his photography skills to use when you're naked
Warnings: established relationship, smut, vaginal fingering/sex, oral sex (blowjob), praise kink (if you squint), photos during sex, language, unprotected sex, 18+, NSFW
Word Count: 3.8k
A/N: hi. i love this trope So Much… like more than you will ever know, but bc i love it and i’ve seen it done multiple times with peter i was very scared to even do anything with it sjnksks but here is my finished product, i hope you like it~
(Also- it is my gift to anyone who actually likes reading my content bc ive been gone for a While and will be gone for another 2-3 weeks bc finals are not fun! so i hope this is good, enjoy!)
You’re putting away your shared laundry when you hear a loud noise on your window sill. You don’t even flinch this far into your relationship and only shake your head, separating your clothes from his. The window opens letting in a cool breeze and Peter’s book bag hits the ground before he gets inside.
It's only then you look and give his body, clad in his suit, a scan and smile. “You okay?” You ask. The sun already set and the crisp winter air started to fill the room.
He scoffs before shutting the window. You turn your body around from the basket in front of you to see Peter shaking his head while taking his camera out of his bag.
The professional camera Peter spent a year saving up for when he was 18 was sat next to your much less efficient Polaroid camera. On it, there was a photo of you two celebrating your anniversary together recently. The flash showing you kissing Peter on the cheek, he’s blushing at the attention and eyes closed from the flash.
Peter smiled at the memory before he continued speaking.
“Why do people think it’s okay to commit crime when I’m just getting off my shift?” He sighed before setting down his bag next to your bed.
“They’re so inconsiderate,” You pout playfully while folding his clothes into his reserved drawer at your place.
Peter looks up from unpacking and focuses on your ass poking up from your position. You feel his eyes on you as your t-shirt hangs loosely on your body, and the hair on your legs prick up from the cold in the room.
Peter takes off his mask revealing his disheveled hair and takes in the sight of you like it’s his last.
Your lacy underwear decorating the plump flesh of your butt, reminding Peter of how quickly he had to leave this morning before getting to appreciate for bandaging him up last night.
His eyes continued to scan up, seeing the old t-shirt frame your shape, admiring it as if he had x-ray vision.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”
Peter is brought out of his thoughts hearing your soft voice, taunting him for his staring problem.
“Don’t tempt me,” Peter quips back. He shakes his head before tossing his mask in your empty hamper. Sitting on your bed and bending over to remove his boots, his ears don’t miss your footsteps as you saunter to him.
You place your feet in between his while he looks back up to you, removing the rest of his suit.
“It’s never stopped you before,” You cross your arms while he slips out of his suit, leaving his web shooters on. The suit is strewn across the floor and your eyes focus on Peter’s body.
No matter how beat up he was, Peter remains to be the most beautiful man you’d ever seen. You ran your hands over his, now, yellow ribs. Compared to the purple constellation he had yesterday, you were grateful for his superhuman healing.
He had a nasty fall yesterday, left with some scars and bruising, but thankfully this time you didn’t have to stitch him up.
You even notice the scratch on his arm is almost gone but Peter liked wearing your special bandaids. He likes giving you a reason to buy more cartoon ones for him.
Peter watches your eyes carefully scan his body for anything else and adores you for it. Still, he hates making you worry.
“You weren’t naked before.”
A smile creeps up on your face, a giggle disguised as a scoff when you answer: “I’m not naked.”
You don’t realize you set yourself up for Peter’s response until he smirks. His hands snake up underneath your shirt to toy with your nipples, already hard because of the cold air lingering in the room.
A hiss escapes your mouth at feeling his larger, colder hands grip your boobs. Peter slightly grins at his effect on you. He pulls at the bottom of your shirt before raising it up your body. You oblige, pulling it over your head to toss it across your room.
His face lit up at your frontal nudity, hands placed on either side of your hips tugging at your underwear.
“Let’s change that.”
You roll your eyes at his response, but not without a smile plastered on your face. You could feel the heat pooling in between your thighs and the excitement in your stomach.
“What position should I be in?” You shudder under his callus fingers. Peter lightly furrows his eyebrows when you turn, gesturing to your polaroid camera from your bedside table.
His face relaxes when he registers what you guys are doing, not realizing how serious you were being.
Your eyes flicker up and down his body when you turn to face him, noticing his erection bulging out of his briefs. Leaning down you use your hand to palm him through the fabric, feeling his cock pulsate in your hand.
“On your knees,” You whip your head up when Peter says that, his hands still roaming around your body.
You quirk your eyebrow up in response. Pressing your forehead and nose to his, you plant a kiss onto his lips. Your hands are now on either of his thighs, sinking lower onto the ground as the kiss deepens.
Before you can fully get down, you hear a light thwip and break the kiss.
You see Peter’s wrist is flicked out with his web shooters activated, latched on to your polaroid camera. There’s a glint of mischief in his eyes before he pulls it into his hands.
Resting on your knees, you’re before him with your fingers tracing the waistband of his boxers. You carefully watch for his reactions, but he’s refamiliarizing himself with your flimsy camera you got in your teenage years as a novelty.
You cross your arms on his legs and look up at him, the camera points at you and all you can focus on is his wide smile behind the camera. “Let’s see if I still know how this works,” Peter jokes.
You repose with both your hands on your knees, pushing your breasts out in between your arms. You didn’t realize they were hardly the focus of the photo (but still included, Peter was only human after all).
The photo snaps and you remember you have to get used to the flash again. Blinking a few times to get used to the discomfort, the photo prints out and Peter seems pleased with himself already.
“It hasn’t even developed yet,” You taunt, you resume palming him as you assume that was the extent of his practice shots.
Peter shrugs while shaking the photo as gently as possible. “Hey, who’s the photographer here? I know a good subject when I see it,” He nudges you.
When the photo barely develops, he shows you and you see yourself: half naked on your knees with your face fully in the photo. You were surprised he included that much of your face, and managed to catch you looking as confident as you could. But it was easy when Peter was behind the camera, he never fails to make you feel like his only muse.
You blush and look away from the photo as you continue to massage him. Peter’s breath hitches at the rate at which you go at, and you smirk to yourself.
No matter how much control Peter took in bed, he wasn’t afraid to show you how quickly he’d fold for you. It was one of the many things you appreciated about him. Another one was just how vocal he was, his whimpers before you even got to touch him were making your underwear dampen.
When his dick starts twitching, you pull his boxers down, his cock slaps up to his stomach while he watches your movements. Locking eyes with him, you wrap both your hands around his shaft before slowly jacking him off.
You’re mesmerized by the way his body is flexed under your touch, you almost don’t hear what he says.
“Your mouth,” He breathes out.
You sit up higher on your knees and kiss up his happy trail, lingering when you get closer to his cock. You hear his groan and look up, meeting his eyes.
You raise your eyebrows. “My mouth, what?”
Your lips quirk up again, teasing him. “Use your words.”
He rolls his eyes in response but you shake your head. “I can stop,” You remind him.
His brown eyes almost bulge out his head when you say that, wrapping his own hand over yours to stop your movements from pausing. He leans over to get closer to your face, the scent of you surrounding him. Peter’s face softens at your smugness.
“Baby,” He starts. You wait to listen to how he pleads for you to stay while he leads your hands.
“I need that pretty mouth of yours to suck my cock,” He gasps out and removes his hand when you loosen your wrist in response. Your eyes soften at the praise and Peter mentally celebrates when he leans back to his original position.
You reposition yourself as well, with your neck getting to work as you lick a stripe underneath the shaft of his cock. Peter sharply inhales at the feeling and brings his head back up.
You lock eyes with him when you feel the jolt in his body and open your mouth in an ‘O’ shape around the head of his cock.
Relaxing your throat, you lower your head on his length and feel the tip of his cock hitting your uvula before you begin bobbing your head.
Caught off guard, you could taste the saltiness of his precum on your tongue now. You gagged a bit and popped off him to lick it off in the most obscene way you could think of.
Peter mutters, “Just like that.” and you look up.
Forgetting he had a camera, the shutter went off to capture your tongue on the underside of his wet tip.
You collect more saliva in your mouth while you run your hand up and down his shaft. Feeling prepared enough, you go back down on him with the drool dripping on his cock on your hands.
Peter went crazy at the heat of your mouth and the sight of your lips around him. The only thought he had was to get the camera out again to keep this moment forever.
Getting slack jawed at this, he tangles his hands in your hair but doesn’t change your pace. He only starts pushing it out of your face as it gets in the way.
You look up at him and see Peter pointing the camera at you as you have half his cock in your mouth. The first shot is taken, and he tries to not move too much as the photo prints out immediately. He releases a few breathy moans at the pace you're going at while he places the new photo on the side.
Peter silently gestures to you to get him out your mouth so you release him with a pop, flipping your hair to the side as you continue to jack him off.
“That’s good,” He mutters, when he places the camera at his eye before snapping a new photo.
“I probably look insane,” You grumble, already feeling self conscious at how messy your hair looks, coupled alongside the drool and precum at your mouth.
Peter shakes his head and pulls you in closer by your waist and you yelp, finding yourself now pinned under him on the bed.
“Never,” He shakes his head, attaching his mouth to your tit as he pulls your underwear off. You immediately moan at his aggression on your sensitive nipples and he chuckles against your skin when he feels you flinch.
Peter’s calloused hands find your clit and start massaging it, and you throw your head back in pleasure when he finds his rhythm.
You feel a twinge of disappointment when he removes his mouth from your tits but you look up to see the camera watching you, and a shutter going off before you are even ready.
“Pete,” You warn. Your sternness doesn’t last when he slips in a finger in your embarrassingly wet cunt. You almost mewl at how full he makes you with just one finger.
“You looked so pretty moaning like that,” Peter explains while his finger curls into you. He knew what he was doing when he smiled again, leaning down to kiss you on the lips.
Your annoyance was no match for his desperation as you eventually gave in. One of his hands cupped your cheek while his lips were frantic on yours. He’s greedy for you, almost lapping up your tongue with his own before he pulls away.
“Just let go, forget the camera is even there,” He mumbles in your neck when you gasp at the absence of his lips.
He slips in another finger and thrusts faster, making you nod mindlessly as you surrender all control.You grip onto his bicep as he pumps in and out of you, begging him for more friction. You can hear how wet you were, and while you were embarrassed, Peter relished in it.
“Can you take a third for me baby?” He asks in a low voice as he sits up on the bed in between your legs. You nod vigorously but he quickly removes both fingers.
You open your mouth to complain but instead yelp out when Peter pulls both your legs closer to his chest as he kneels on the mattress. He set aside the camera briefly.
“Yeah?” He searches for an answer.
“Yes,” You grunt out, already desperate for much more than his fingers.
He massages your heat with his fingers again before he inserts three fingers in, jolting your body to sit up. You let out an obscene moan and couldn’t help but to massage your clit while he fucks you with his fingers.
One hand being in competition with Peter’s while the other massages your boobs, you’re almost too dazed to notice the shutter then went off while you were closer to an orgasm.
“Fucking incredible,” Peter breathes out before putting the camera with the new photo down, and leans down to kiss you. His pace never falters, making you whimper against his lips.
“I’m about to cum,” You announce shakily. Peter swallows your pleas with a kiss and just curls his fingers against your g-spot faster. You feel that familiar build up in the pit of your stomach and the pace of your clenching pick up.
“Cum all over my fingers baby,” He answers, and you immediately let go. You hold Peter closer as you cum, heaving underneath him like you’re in heat. Your body Peter continues to finger you but only because he loves the way you suction around him.
He still lets you come down from your high, kissing you through it and massaging your breasts with his free hand during. When your breathing slows down, he sits back up and removes his fingers from you.
“Need you inside of me,” You remind him as you reach over to palm his already hard cock against his stomach.
“Gonna let me cum inside of you?” He asks, holding his cock in his hand already glistening with your wetness. He readjusts to line himself up to your pussy awaiting your answer.
You cock your head with your arms supporting your body from the bed. “I’ll let you cum wherever you want,” You say.
Peter grunts at your answer before inserting himself into your entrance, and immediately throws his head back at the feeling, your warmth and wetness engulfing him.
“So fucking tight,” He comments, and you silently agree as you feel yourself stretching out on him. Your eyes fluttered shut as you clenched around him.
“Fuck,” you moan out as he finds a comfortable pace for the both of you.
Or that’s what you thought.
You hear a shutter from your camera and realize he took a picture (or two) of you in this position beneath him, moaning out for him flat on the bed with his cock inside of you.
You didn’t have time to care as when he got his shots he immediately started to rock into you, and you felt the strength of him against your thighs before he picked up the pace.
You watch him thrust into you and slowly lose himself above you.
“I love the way you feel around me,” He pants out, closing in on your body with his forearms framing your face. You nod as the bed squeaks and your hands roam his body, stopping at his shoulders and the nape of his neck.
Peter obliges to your physical demands and dips down to suck on your neck, causing you to whimper as your body continues to jolt from his thrusts. His soft brown hair tickles your skin as his teeth chew at the sensitive skin in your neck. You don’t know whether to giggle or moan, but you’re vocal regardless.
“Go faster,” You whine, becoming impatient with him.
“I’m not gonna last if I go faster,” He growls against your skin, sending vibrations down your spine. He thrusted slower, bringing his hand down to the back of your knee to bend it closer to your body. You felt him hitting your g-spot repeatedly that you knew you weren’t going to last any longer like that.
“I don’t care,” You cry out. Peter scoffs in your neck as if to say a begrudging ‘Fine.’ and kisses you on the cheek before kneeling back up. He’s already twitching inside you before he begins thrusting again. You almost forget what you got yourself into until you feel his balls slap against your cunt repeatedly.
A string of curses escape both your mouths, yours because he’s just so big and you can feel the tension build up in your stomach again. Peter’s cusses are because you just won’t stop clenching around him in response, he feels like he might burst the next time you tighten around him.
“Fuck, fuck fuck,” He mutters before spilling into you.
You go slack jawed at the feeling of him cumming inside of you. It feels hot between your thighs, in between the burning feeling of his hard thighs slapping against your softer ones, and feeling him twitch and coat your insides and the outside of your cunt with his load.
You cry out as he almost slips out of you, but realize he’s gonna take another picture. You’re not sure what to do, or what exactly he’s capturing but you decide to listen to his earlier advice and let it happen. Peter places the camera on his eye while his cock almost goes soft half away inside of you, and you can feel him rubbing his cum around your thighs and up your hips.
He mutters another curse, before snapping the picture. You close your eyes and your legs when you decide that that was the last photo and miss how Peter compiles all of them on your bedside table.
Eventually, you look up and see him pulling back up his underwear and beckoning you to see the photos. When you get up and see 6 photos lined up from tonight.
One of you on your knees, your breasts protruding and almost being the main focus of the photo if it wasn't for your face. You want to laugh at how excited your eyes looked but you know it was only because of who was behind the camera.
Two more during and after the blowjob, one of you in the middle taking Peter in your mouth and giving the camera (but really, Peter) siren eyes. The other was you slightly disheveled, but Peter swore you were the prettiest girl in the world with drool around your mouth.
A third of you being fingered, your head is thrown back in unfiltered pleasure from his fingers, your breasts sitting high on your chest as you’re on your back and your nipples were glistening in the photo due to the suckling that happened off camera. While scanning this photo, you realize that being caught in the moment wasn’t such a bad thing and Peter is silently celebrating he caught your O face in action.
The fourth was similar but you had more control over your pleasure as you’re on camera massaging your breasts and hand on your pussy. You feel like a vixen with the way you’re fondling yourself, Peter silently agrees as he knows you look like one.
Fifth and sixth photo show the before and after of Peter fucking you senseless. Fifth with your body being still underneath his, and the photo displaying that exhilarating feeling you both get when your bodies meet in the first thrust. And the sixth photo when you’re both comfortable enough to come down from your high together. The sticky, white cum is slayed over your sopping, wet pussy and Peter’s fingers and cock in the frame to remind you who fucks you like this.
“Do you like these? I can burn them away if you don’t,” Peter runs his hands through his hair nervously, not trying to make you uncomfortable if the bit had gone too far.
You only shake your head with a laugh bubbling in your throat at his consideration and hug his much taller frame from behind. It felt good to rest your head on his back, while his arms engulf yours from the front.
“I love them, I love you,” You speak low but loudly enough so he can hear, and feel, your words.
“Which ones do you want to keep?” He asks.
You know it’s out of courtesy, just one of those things you two got used to asking each other after taking pictures on this camera. You kept the silly anniversary photo while he kept the very nice one he took of you.
“It’s all for you,” You answer. Peter sputters quickly, turning back around to see your face when you say it, you only nod in full seriousness.
He leans down to kiss your cheek as a thank you and you only smile back.
“I think you’d get more use out of it than me,” You add with a tinge of humor. Peter only plays it off with another suggestion while hugging you from the front. His arms wrap around your shoulders while you rest your head in the crook of his neck.
“You know what though?” He asks, trailing his hands down to your naked hips, stopping to cup the round of your ass.
“What?” You mutter in his hold, already feeling your body heat up at the thought of round 2.
Peter smirks before snaking one of his hands to your pussy. Knowing that you’re about to start throbbing, at the thought of him. You gasp before he speaks and he chuckles while he proposes his new idea.
“I think it’s only fair if we make a movie now.”
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You thought I would request Dewdrop again, yea? For once- WRONG!
I'd like to request a Mountain x reader (fluff or smut, whatever you are most comfortable with) where the reader is watching Mountain practice drumming and notices Mountain getting frustrated because he keeps messing a certain part up in a song and decides to help calm him down
Mountain mountain mountain mountain-
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Darling, Kiss Your Stress Away
Mountain x Reader Fluff
Summary: Mountain can't seem to get anything right, except of course loving you.
Warnings: nothing woop woop
GIF NOT MINE!!
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This was a routine you had with the ghouls. Maybe you were given special privileges due to your relationship with one of them or the fact that they all seemed to calm down when you came into the practice room with snacks and refreshers, but whatever it was, Papa never scolded you.
Your relationship with Mountain had been a secret at first - a secret by accident. It started off with seeing each other during breaks that you shared. And whatever time off you got started to become filled with each other. Soon, nights were spent in your room and breaks were spent doing activities together.
Mountain didn't understand being open about getting into a new relationship, so when he was introduced to the fact that people actually talked about their significant other, he only told one person. Rain.
When you had told all your friends, always gushing about the tall ghoul, he lounged in the ghouls dens telling Rain about you and the way your eyes shined and how your hair was so soft. He figured he could keep between him and Rain, scared the other ghouls would pull you in half to all meet what Mountain had secured.
But sure enough, Swiss' hearing picked up the single word beautiful and he burst into the room with a large, dorky smile behind his leather mask.
You imagined Mountain's face falling as he realized what had happened. And the snowball affect started.
First it hit Aether, then Aether told Dewdrop while Swiss proceeded to tell the Ghoulettes, everything falling and falling and falling till Mountain always had questions being thrown at him by the other ghouls.
What's her name? Where did you meet her? Does she play an instrument? Do you think she's the one? When will we meet her?
And the last one couldn't have been asked so conveniently.
The next day had rolled around, everyone was so giggly whenever they were around the earth ghoul, winks and nods all insinuating that they hadn't forgot about Mountain's girlfriend.
And then it happened. The pop-in that led to breaks for the ghouls every practice day. And you remember it like it was yesterday.
You opened the door with your foot, peeking inside. You had expected to only see your lover, practice days having already been scheduled for the month, ghouls able to claim spots to practice alone when they felt. You had saw it was a solo practice date, Mountain mentioning he was playing in the main room like he always did.
You held a travel-mug of tea, steaming from the small mouth-opening and a bagged bagel you had made in the other hand. Though looking up, your face and stomach dropped simultaneously.
Every ghoul in the room snapped their heads in your direction, including Mountain who immediately rushed over to you, but he wasn't the first to speak.
"Is that her?" Sunshine asked.
You saw Mountain cringe, explaining the changes on the calendar and trying to rush you out before his bandmates bombarded you. But it was too late. As per the ghoulette's request, Aether invited you in and they all excited over you.
And since then, you visited everyday, watching Mountain or bringing them all lunch. You always loved seeing them and how they got excited when you opened the door, but your favorite days were when it was only Mountain practicing.
You opened the door today with your left hand, top of the bagged sandwich clutched between your teeth as you walked inside of the practice room. Mountain's scent was strong in here, the walls bouncing around the smell of pine wood and the earthy scent of soil.
He growled lowly, not something usual for him. Though you knew he would never growl at your presence. Glancing at the way he was standing straighter than usual, his head tilted to the side as fangs poked from his lips.
You dropped the bag from your mouth and into your hand, watching for a few more moments. And in those moments, you watched his head shake with every note that became a dead memory.
"Mountain?" you asked, standing at the doorway and shifting uncomfortably. The cold water-bottle you held for him stung you. Your earth ghoul turned his head, catching your soft gaze on him.
He gathered his drumsticks in his right hand and stood up, making his way to you. You looked down, seeing his cozy black socks, and you smiled up at him. His first move was more different than it had ever been.
Usually Mountain resorted to playing out the song he was practicing or kissed you atop of your head and caressed your hand before letting you sit beside him while he played away on the drums.
So it hit you that something is wrong when you felt him hug you, have you melt into his arms like he needed you to breathe. You loved Mountain's hugs, they made you feel his emotions, his thoughts, what was happening in his heart at that moment. And this one told you the frustration in him.
"Mountain, baby," you squeezed your arms tightly around his waist. He gave an mmp at the tight hold, but refused to let up. Like glass shattering, his heavy scent lingered in the air, surrounding you with him, "What's wrong?"
You almost believed he had fallen asleep resting against you, but he let out a loud sigh, fingers curling around the fabric of your top and playing with it between two fingers, "I can't get any of the notes right. Just- every time I slip up."
You kissed his clothes chest, pulling your head back to kiss his neck. His face rested in the crook of your own, nose pressed against you. He shivered at the kiss, lifting his head to return the affection.
His face leaned into yours, tilted as he allowed his lips to press against your own. The way his molded around yours, lighting sparklers through your body and your bones, locking like they were meant to touch and love the other one. His mouth was meant to know yours, to know the mapping of your lips, every line and curve, everywhere he had nipped and everywhere you had chewed out of nervousness.
You felt his hands reach up to snake their way into your hair, your lips moving against each others as he leaned into you. He needed to be closer, and you would have liked that much more than anything in the world.
Click.
You pulled away from your tall lover, only noticing now that you were on your toes and he was hunched so far down. Your head whipped around to see Cumulus with a camera, pulling it from her eye to check the quality.
Mountain's body pressed against your own as his temper boiled more. And the air ghoulette must've felt it.
"Wrong- wrong room I guess-" she said with an exasperated laugh before backing away and shutting the door.
After a quiet moment, the Earth ghoul hummed, hand stroking your face to bring it back to look at his, "I don't think we were finished?"
You smiled. He talks a lot for a quiet guy.
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Hidden away - Týr x plus size reader
Summary: Whilst searching for a suitable breakfast you happen to come across the old god of war and justice hidden away.
Comments and reblogs are much appreciated and help more people read my works.
A/N: This gif does not match with the story but there isn't many God of War Ragnarök gifs out there (understandable because the game just came out) and for some reason I don't like using still images. ALSO I haven't finished the game (someone has already spoiled it for me which is annoying) so don't spoil even more for me or anyone else thank you. I'm already thinking of a part two if people want it.
“Sindri!” you grumble as you finally come out your cocoon that is you little bedroom.
You’ve hastily put on a blue overdress, the same one you were wearing all day yesterday, with a fresh long sleeved underdress on of course. The big golden broaches that hold up the straps of the dress, one made by each of your brothers (you were adopted well after they were born but they still insist you are apart of their family) with the Huldra symbol moulded into each of the shiny metal rounds are the only clean part of your outfit, your dress covered in powdered paint and glue now dried clear.
Need to say you really need to give your dress a good scrub.
Bare feet hit the shallow steps that were really made only for your brother’s short stature lead down to the open planed ground floor, your bones clicking as you smooth down your clothes over your curves, not bothering to do your hair quite yet.
“Sindri!” you call again this time a bit louder as you head to the kitchen area.
The last you saw of your bother he had quickly popped into your bedroom, which is also your workroom where you paint your murals. He had excuse himself for he was going to go help young Atreus and his father. He said something about Tyr and Brok but really half of it went in one ear and out the other for you were painting and not paying attention to your non blue brother.
You lazily look around for some food to eat whilst also seeing who’s around, Sindri did say he’d be back with Brok, Atreus and Kronos but the tree house is awfully quiet without the bickering of your dwarven brothers along with the clinking of metal tools.
For a moment you stop and look around, you debate calling out again but you don’t.
Instead you find an apple to eat, a bruised one but an apple all the same. You don’t want to be cooking, it’s too early and you’re not the best at it (seem it runs in the family), so you take a big bite out the red and yellow fruit frowning at the chalky texture.
“Where are the porridge oats?” you wonder out loud as you rummage around for the food.
Porridge may not be the first or second thing you’d want to eat in the morning for its awfully bland on its own (and you still want to do as little as possible because you’re tired and in need to finish your painting) but you search for it anyway.
Mediocre apple half eaten you wonder over to the doors leading to what you assume is a pantry, well you thought it was.
You see this isn’t your home, well it is now that the end of times is coming but you didn’t live here before fimblewinter.
Before you lived out in a remote cabin in the middle of the woods living off the land and painting your artwork in peace. Now you cramped in your brother’s spare room for he insisted you move in with him when a group of raiders attacked you home.
“Brok?” you call out. Brok always shouts at you back, he’s your older brother and he loves you but he finds you and your shouting annoying. Sindri would say that you’re just as bad as each other with all the shouting and swearing, two peas in a pod but Brok insists you aren't.
You hear no shouting of your blue brother so you push open the door of what you think is a pantry the thing only open just a bit enough to squish you plush body through. It takes another budge from your shoulder to push the door inwards more, the something that once blocked the door moving away.
Either you’ve become very strong or whatever was blocking the door walked itself backwards.
“What the?” you whisper to yourself as you peak down around the door not see a random box or a weapon that Brok has left around, no, you see a big foot.
Eyes gone wide you slowly look up to see a man, a giant man, a man you have never seen in your entire life before waking up from his make sift bed in the small storage room.
Long dark hair drapes over his face that’s very sleepy looking, his glowing eyes barley open with little bits of sleepy in the corners as he peers up to you.
You want to act on instinct, grab the nearest blunt heavy object and throw it at him followed by running away but his eyes pool with confusion like a animal who has encountered a lost human in the middle of the woods only to run away themselves.
You assume you’ve just woke him up by barging in, his foot obviously being the object you though you moved to open the door just a bit.
You hope you haven’t hurt him in anyway.
“Who are you?” you ask in a stern but quiet voice, not wanting to scare away the giant man who now sits up from his slump.
“I could ask the same thing.” his voice makes you shiver, a warmth travels up your neck.
“I live here thank you very much.”
Already your eyes look the man up and down, his height sitting up taller than your brothers at full height, he must be a giant or part giant you think. The only part giant you’ve met is Atreus and well, Thor as well but you do not like to talk about that.
“Are you a giant?” you ask as you step a bit closer, your body now over the door frame, you now fully into the small room.
“Giant, do you mean Jötnar?” his voice, though laced with a sleepy croak one has when you’ve just awoken, sounds almost playful but also wise.
“I’m sorry, Jötnar, I’ve been around Brok and Sindri too long to remember the proper names for everything-“ you’re babbling but you do so to justify you slip up of calling him a giant, “I’m a human but technically I’m a Midgardian, I do not mean any offence.”
“I don’t take any-“ he talks with his hands, he moves them in a certain motion urging you to give him your name.
“(Y/n). Sister of Brok and Sindri.”
Holding out your hand and despite him sitting down he easily returns the greeting. His large hand wraps around your forearm, his digits squishing your soft skin lightly, his touch light as a feather like he doesn’t want to hurt anyone. You wrap your own hand around his forearm, your own fingers aching as they stretch around the wide width of his arm.
He goes to part from your greeting but you grip on his arm pulling on it like you intend to pull him up off the floor. You know you can’t, you’re not that strong, but it’s a kind gesture to say 'here, I can help you up' to the tall man.
When you were little and smaller than your brothers you’d try pulling them up despite not being able too, they’d get up just fine but they were always thankful for the so called ‘help’. Maybe it’s a childish thing to do, especially to a stranger, but the part Jötnar man looks so tired, so in himself like he doesn’t know who he is.
He pulls himself up just fine, your hand still lingering on his arm. He does not mind, he actually likes the feeling.
“Sister?” he asks.
“Adopted.” You say back with a smile.
“Ah. I see.” He looks down at you with his glowing eyes, not a bad emotion crossing his eyes as he looks at you, “I’m Tyr by the way.”
You mind runs wild.
Atreus and Kronos succeeded in freeing him!
“Well Tyr, would you like some breakfast-“ you raise you other hand that still hold the half eaten apple, “- I was looking for something more substantial to eat than this apple.”
“I would be grateful for one, I-I haven’t had a good breakfast in quite a while.”
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siren song vi - xavier thorpe
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requested: yes! requests: open!
a/n: this might be the last part of siren song! i am still debating if i will make one last one, just to see what the new 'normal' is (also because im pretty sure xavier and reader never shared a kiss before and they deserve it by now). thank you so much for the love on this fic and my other works, i appreciate it so much! i hope you enjoy this part and i will see you in the next one!
wordcount: 3.289 warnings: she/her reader, angst, injuries, act like wednesday isn't in the gif, cursing
You had gotten Xavier out of jail and got your memories back. But, at what cost?
You had a restless night. How could you sleep in a comfortable and warm bed, knowing that Xavier was stuck in a cold prison cell? People think he is some horrible monster, yet you know better. There is no possible way that he is the monster.
It is early in the morning when you walk down the stairs and toward the Quad. You are already dressed in the uniform, not wanting to go back upstairs after breakfast only to change out of your clothes. You just want this day to go by as fast as it possibly could - you have to get back to the Sherriff's office.
There is no one at breakfast when you get there. After grabbing a tray filled with some food, you sit down at the picnic tables. Though you have food in front of you, your stomach isn't grumbling and you have absolutely no appetite whatsoever.
Slowly, the Quad fills up as your entire friend group comes walking to you with trays in their hands. With a sigh, Bianca sits down, taking a big sip of her orange juice.
No one really talks as everyone is sulking about everything going on. It is quite understandable, really.
The day flies by - literally. Because of your jumbled thoughts and extreme emotions, you accidentally flung different items off your desk or against the wall. It was all fine until you threw a glass past someone's head. The teacher excused you, insisting you take the rest of the class off. It was your last one anyway. Just as you enter your dorm, you get a text message.
bianca ★
wanna hang? a lot of stuff happened yesterday
You quickly text her back, saying that you will be there in a few minutes. No use to change clothes. Within a few minutes, you stand in front of your friends door. As you knock, the door opens, revealing Bianca behind it. She is dressed in other clothes already.
"Gosh, so much happened," she lets out a sigh, letting herself fall on the bed.
"What did? I wasn't away from Nevermore for that long."
"Where were you, anyway?"
"The Sherrif's department," you slide her desk chair backwards, sitting down on it as you look at her. "Why?"
"Wednesday has gotten expelled," Bianca leans on her elbows, looking back at you. "She tried to abuse the shit out of Tyler. We all agreed to talk to him because she thinks he is the Hyde, but then she pulled out a hammer and shit."
You scoff.
"She thought that Xavier was the monster, right? He is stuck in jail because of her."
"Yeah, she says that Tyler admitted everything to her."
"I'm going to sound rude, but she deserved to get sent away. In the time that she was at school, we have seen Sheriff Galpin more than in all previous years combined."
Bianca opens her mouth to say something, but her phone rings. On the screen is Enid's name. She lets out a sigh, picking up the phone.
"Hey, Enid. No, I'm in my room with Y/N. No, not really? Enid- Enid, you have to talk a bit slower," you let out a laugh as you watch your friend. "Yes, I know what the Nightshades are. Thornhill, a psycho? See you in a sec."
She hangs up, jumping up from her bed before looking down at you.
"There's a problem."
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You run down the stairs together with Bianca, Davina, and Kent. In the library stand Ajax and Enid who is holding Thing. Was Thing not going with Wednesday?
"Bianca, Davina, Y/N and Kent? Seriously?" The blonde turns to Ajax. "Even Kent is here! How exclusive is this club?"
Davina snorts, looking over at Kent as you just hide your smile behind your hand. Kent looks from the two of you back to Enid, rolling his eyes.
"So what's the deal with Thornhill being a psycho?"
"She murdered Weems and then kidnapped Wednesday. They're in Crasckstone's Crypt."
Your eyes grow big as your smile quickly drops. Principal Weems is dead? Murdered by the normie teacher? But- how? Where is she now?
"We have to get everyone in the school to safety before it's too late" Enid lets out a sigh, fiddling with her hands.
Ajax unfolds the piece of paper in his hands, showing it to everyone. On it is a picture of what seems to be Crackstone, some sort of wand or stick in his hands as he stands in the Quad, fire surrounding him and the building.
"This is what's coming. They want the Outcasts gone."
"So, do we pull the fire alarms?"
You shake your head, tearing your eyes away from the drawing.
"No," you look at him. "We don't want to cause a big panic amongst everyone. It will alert Thornhill."
"How do we get everyone out then?"
"We will use our Siren Song to convince them. No one will bat an eye."
Your Siren friends pull off their amulets, hiding them in their pockets before nodding. Thing taps his way over to Enid as she picks him up.
"We will go look for Wednesday," she looks at everyone.
"I will stay in the Quad," you mumble. "My Telekinesis might be able to keep everything safe for as long as possible."
Bianca looks at you for a second. She doesn't want you to get hurt. It's not like she doesn't trust you, or that she doesn't think you can handle yourself - she is more worried about Crackstone showing up.
"I will hide on the second level, keep my eye out for anything crazy. Just get the others out of there."
"Okay," Bianca finally nods. "Nightshades, forever."
Everyone except for Enid snaps twice, which makes her glare at Ajax again.
"Seriously? A secret snap?"
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You follow the Sirens upstairs, standing in the hallway that leads to the dorms and to the second level of the Quad. From here, you will get a perfect view of the place. If anyone opens any door, you will be able to see it. Worst case scenario, you will have to let yourself fall into the Quad. You can soften the fall though, by being able to let yourself float just for a second.
People start running past you, still pulling their jackets over their shoulders. Even Coach Vlad walks past you, not even acknowledging you as you are hidden in the dark corner. Good.
Bianca, Davina, and Kent then walk out of the dorms, giving you a glance.
"You sure you're going to be safe out here?"
"Of course," you grin. "I can handle myself."
"You better be careful, Y/N!"
Bianca has a grin on her face as she walks off to go to the next dorm, making sure everyone leaves the building. Hopefully, Enid and Thing are doing alright. A shaky breath leaves your lips. There is still hope. Hope that Weems is still alive and that Crackstone will not show up. He has been dead for over four hundred years already.
You check your phone - nothing. That must mean that no one found anything yet. Slowly, more and more people are running through the Quad. Your phone then makes a sound as you see that Ajax sent a message.
ajaxxx
heard from xavier. crackstone and thornhill are on their wya
b careful
They found Xavier? Or at least, heard of him. Has he been released from prison then? Just as you start typing back, a door in the Quad flies open, revealing screaming students and two other figures. Crackstone and Thornhill. You quickly shove your phone in your pocket, leaning down a bit to try and stay out of their line of sight.
The tall guy, probably Crackstone, says something to Thornhill which makes her walk off, talking to herself. Bianca and Ajax run up to you, out of breath. The sudden steps make the figure in the Quad look up, the staff in his hands glowing brightly.
"I will expunge you abominations from this Earth!"
One tap of his staff makes fire spread out, catching onto everything it can. Ajax quickly pulls you and Bianca down as the hot fire flashes over you.
More people are running through the Quad, almost not noticing Crackstone. They just want to get out.
"I'm going down there."
You quickly hurry down the stairs and to the Quad. You can not let this stupid, dead, old man ruin everything that Nevermore stands for. If he died once, then surely he can die again.
You run through the door, opening it harshly with your telekinesis.
"Hey, you asshole!"
The figure turns around. He looks even more disgusting up close. His skin looks like it is ready to peel off, and his hair also doesn't quite help the case.
"I will make sure that thy heart will not beat," he grits his teeth. "All Outcasts shall be destroyed."
You lift your hand, slinging the broken picnic table to his head as you focus on another item to throw to the man. Maybe you should have brought a weapon. Crackstone holds up the staff, blocking all the objects you throw at him. Stones, broken tables, pieces of rubble - nothing hits him.
With a simple flick of the staff, you fly against a pillar, hitting your head against the stone. For someone that wants to kill all Outcasts, he surely does use a lot of magic. You wince, your hand going up against your forehead. You can't let him win.
You take hold of the big piece of wood next to you, tightly gripping it in your hands as you slowly stand up, your legs barely able to keep you up. Crackstone only has a grin on his face - he is not against a fight. The door behind you opens again.
"Stay away from her!"
You immediately turn around when you hear the voice. Xavier. A faint smile is on your face as your eyebrows crease. He got out. You knew that he wasn't the monster. The boy fires an arrow pointing straight at Crackstone's heart.
For just a second, you believe that it's finally over. You can just be with Xavier and your friends again, no Crackstone and no monsters.
That is, until the arrow stops in the air, the point slowly turning back straight to Xavier. You can't let it hit him. The arrow gets fired off again.
So, you did the logical thing.
You jumped in front of the arrow.
You yelp as the arrow sticks itself in your shoulder, falling back against the remains of a picnic table.
"No! Y/N!"
Xavier runs down the stairs and towards your body. You gasp for air, your eyebrows creased and tears staining your cheeks. Your head hurts and every light and sound is just a bit too bright and loud.
His hand reaches for your head as he holds it up. Your eyes slowly move from Crackstone to Xavier. You feel like you are getting high - in a bad way. Your head feels like it's floating and your movements feel slow. It is like you are watching everything happen in slow motion.
"Xavier?"
He nods quickly, taking hold of your hand with his other hand.
"Can you take the arrow out?"
Tears pool in his eyes as he softly shakes his head.
"I can't," he whispers. "It's going to hurt more."
"Xavier!"
Wednesday walks through the doors, a sharp blade in her hands. Her face is covered in blood and her shirt is ripped. First, she wanted to ask him to fight with her, but then she sees his expression and you on the ground, an arrow in your shoulder.
"Get her out of here. I'll finish this."
He looks at her for a second, shock still evident on his face.
"Now!"
He picks you up with a swift motion, making sure to not put too much unnecessary touch or pressure on your shoulder. He has to get you to safety. It's his only priority.
With you in his arms, he runs down the halls and out of the Nevermore gate. It is cold outside, though he feels like he is burning. He can see the crowd of students already. Enid is also covered in mud and what seems like blood. The rest looks scared.
Kent immediately rushes up to Xavier as he sees that he is carrying you. He is one of your best friends.
Xavier slowly places you on the soft ground as you do nothing but blink. The Siren quickly shrugs off his jacket, rolling it up to act as a pillow that he carefully places underneath your head. Xavier also takes off his coat, placing it on top of you to try his best to keep you warm. The arrow still sticks out of your shoulder - he doesn't dare to touch it. Your hands are shaking when he takes hold of them.
"Am I dying?"
Xavier his heart breaks once you ask that. You have lost a bit of blood and you are quite out of it. He would stay in that jail cell for the rest of his life if that meant that this would have never happened to you. All he wants is to have you safe.
"No, sweetheart," he sniffles. "You're going to be fine. I promise."
"I'm scared," a whisper leaves your lips.
Xavier only scoots a bit closer to you, the rest of the Nevermore students not being able to do anything else than watch.
"I'll stay here, okay? Right by your side."
A nod is the only reaction he receives. Your entire body is trembling, though he isn't sure if it's from the cold or the shock that you are in. Kent places his hand on Xavier's shoulder, offering him a small smile.
"Is that-"
Enid storms off to the Nevermore gates, engulfing Wednesday in a big hug. That's the last thing you saw.
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Xavier picked you up again. You were drifting between consciousness and unconsciousness, your eyes droopy as you did not react to any noise or movement. Both you and Enid needed care in the Nevermore infirmary. As Wednesday patched Enid up, Xavier could do nothing except watch as another nurse made sure that your wounds were tended to.
If only he had not shot the arrow.
If the arrow had never left his bow, then you wouldn't have to get it removed. He never even wants to touch a bow and arrow again. Not if this is what happens. The nurse finally finishes the stitches as she cleans the last drop of blood. Your eyes have been closed this entire time - the anesthesia making sure you don't feel anything. All the past events had made you so tired, that you were knocked out immediately. Being thrown against a pillar did not really help you.
Luckily, nothing was broken and you weren't in a coma. Your ankle is fractured though - you must have fallen on it.
"Xavier," the nurse softly says, a smile on her face. "I think it is time that everyone retires to their rooms. It has been a long day."
He doesn't want to move. He wants to stay. What if you wake up, scared and alone in a dark room?
"Yeah," he mumbles, standing up. "Can that light stay on?"
He points to the small lamp on the bedside table. As long as it's on, it's going to be fine.
"Of course."
The nurse walks out of the room, making sure the lamp is on as she looks at Xavier. Her arm is holding the door open. He doesn't want to leave. He glances at you once more, breathing in shakily before walking out the door.
Not even the hot water from his shower makes him feel good. He feels itchy and he can't sleep. He doesn't know what tomorrow will bring. All that he knows is that he wants to be there for you.
Xavier pulls a white hoodie out of his closet, throwing it on before finding a pair of sweatpants and shoes. No matter what the nurse said, he has to go to the infirmary again. His hair is still wet by the time he makes it downstairs again.
After making sure that there are no nurses anymore, he sneaks in, closing the door behind him softly. You are in the exact same position, your eyes still closed and your hands by your sides. He takes a chair from behind the curtain, placing it close to your bed. It is the most uncomfortable thing that he ever sat on, but he doesn't care.
He pulls the hood onto his head, slumping in his chair while fiddling with his hands. He wished that none of this had ever happened.
--
Exhaustion had knocked out Xavier, making him sit in the chair uncomfortably. His elbow is leaning on his knee and his head is on his hand. His neck is going to hurt like crazy.
You wince as you open your eyes. The light next to you is extremely bright, especially considering the rest of the room is dark. Your head is pounding like crazy - it feels like someone is trying to claw its way out of it.
Your fingers are tingling, making you look down at them. They feel sore, just like the rest of your body. The blue blanket is thin, though you were convinced yours was a mixture of pink and red. Your neck feels frozen as you turn to look around the room.
Xavier.
Xavier is sitting on the chair, his eyes closed and his mouth open with just a bit of drool on his cheek. You almost giggle.
He is wearing a hoodie that you have never seen before - a white hoodie with a small print just on his chest. The boy stirs a bit, rubbing his eyes softly before sighing. He should not have slept in this stupid chair. His eyes slowly open as he blinks a few times.
He checks his phone - 9:03am. Xavier has been here for ages. He stretches his arms, looking around the room until his eyes fall on you. You are awake, your eyes open, and a small grin on your face.
"Y/N!" He exclaims, a big smile on his face. "You- You're awake!"
A giggle leaves your lips. You can't believe it took him this long to notice you.
"Awake and only in a small amount of pain. If a banging headache and a burning shoulder are considered a small amount."
It's like you see him in a different light. Not that he changed anything or that the small table lamp really changed his appearance, but he just seems different. In a good way. You just feel different about him - but better. Even better than before.
"I can see if there's some medicine," he stands up, walking through the small room to find something that might help. "Don't think this is considered a small bit."
Your eyes only follow him, a smile still on your face. You are lucky that there is no heart monitor connected to you. It would have been going crazy right about now. Xavier looks more beautiful than ever.
"I don't think I have ever seen you wear something plain white," you speak up. "Not since the Rave'n. Hey, you should wear white more. The suit fits you really well and-"
Xavier whips his head around so fast that he sees black spots for a second.
"What did you just say?"
"Since the Rave'n," you whisper.
Is it true? Is everything finally falling right back into place? Is everything how it used to be again?
"You remember."
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