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arbitrarykiwi · 13 days ago

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*⁀➷ Parallel Play

Thanos / Choi Subong x Artist!Fem!Reader

This is a little self indulgent with the artist!reader but I couldn’t get it out of my head…sue me

Warnings: none , mostly sfw , suggestive at the end , despite being sfw this blog is 18+

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Thanos, who getting into a committed relationship, doesn’t realize that things really aren’t that complicated. He wasn’t used to this ‘locked down’ or ‘cuffed up’ life, he was used to being on his own and doing whatever whenever he liked. He did not know how this relationship thing worked.

Now he wasn’t stupid. Thanos knew about and had no problem following the main rules of a committed relationship. No cheating, no talking / flirting with other girls alllll of that. And that wasn’t the issue!!

The issue happened when you two made the decision to move in together.

Thanos loved being able to do things by himself- gaming, working on music, writing or even just doom scrolling with out having anyone judged him. But, relationships are about being together, right?

Like…doing things together all the time?? He didn’t know what the fuck to do in a relationship- they don’t exactly make how-to’s on this shit.

To him, girls like being with their boyfriend’s and all of his friends who were in relationships bitched and complained about never having time to themselves or never being able to just smoke and play video games because their girlfriend gets mad at them.

Thanos really liked you, he didn’t want to fuck this up. So, going off of the shit knowledge of relationships he has from his sleazy friends…the console sat untouched and gathering dust out on the TV stand in the living room.

It wasn’t bad at first- he didn’t need to play games with Nam-Gyu and his other friends daily! He could go without it! But as you two made a month of living together and he hadn’t even touched the damn console. He was going insane.

It genuinely did not occur to him that he could still be a separate person in a relationship and especially when living together. To him he needed to be a loyal boyfriend and spend every moment doing something with you.

You knew he liked his video games- hell, you’ve even played multiple with him online! Before you moved in together you’d FaceTime the dude and he’d have you set up on his TV stand while he played in whatever online lobby he was in at the time.

Sitting on the couch with him, you can practically feel the way his body twitches and his jaw clenches every time his eyes trail to the game console. Now that you think of it…you don’t think you’ve seen him play since you’ve moved in.

“You wanna…play online or something?” You ask looking up from your spot on his lap, reaching up to poke his cheek.

Looking down, Thanos shakes his head, “Uhh n-nah!! I’m good. I don’t think Nam-Gyu is on tonight anyway”

You give him an odd look and sit up.

“It’s Thursday. Nam-Gyu is off. The fucker does nothing else but get high and game on his day off. I know he’s gotta be on.” You counter, genuinely confused as to why he’s so weird about this.

“Well even if he is we’re doing stuff.”

“We’re watching Family Gyu re-runs…‘s not exactly important.”

Thanos runs a hand through his hair and thinks about it. This has to be a trick. A test!! You want him to play video games so it can be an issue later. (Poor thing has never been in a non-toxic relationship)

“Oh I mean yeah I guess he’s probably on but.. I’m good!! I mean I’m spending time with you! ‘S all I need.” And in part he wasn’t lying, you were one of the only things he’d ever need. Fuck- you were the only one that domesticated his ass.

You laugh, the sound laced with disbelief, “you realize I’m not going to get mad at you right…you can play the game, baby.”

Your tone takes on a gentler one, staring at him to make sure he knows you’re not trying to test him- you were serious.

“Well I don’t want to leave you to be bored.” He pouts, shifting awkwardly on the couch.

You’re busting out into giggles at how precious he could be- he was that worried about fucking this up and making you feel some type of way if he took time to himself.

Straddling his lap in a fluid motion, you’re cupping his face in your hands and smiling wide ate your purple haired boyfriend.

“Su-Bong.” You say, shaking his head just a bit.

Hearing you say his real name, something he truly only likes you doing- his heart is doing that weird thing it does anytime you do something cute. The same little skip or flip or whatever the fuck it did when he met you. (He never could decide what it was)

“I’m grown. You’re grown…” you begin, “I can entertain myself for a bit while you play with Nam-Gyu.”

Thanos looks at you bewildered, mouth agape as he thinks about what to say, “this isn’t a test right? Like one of those boyfriend loyalty things?!”

You laugh and shake your head, getting up off the couch and walking the couple steps to the TV stand, turning on the console and grabbing a controller.

You return to stand right in front of him, controller held out, “Not a test. Seriously. Play. You deserve some guy time y’know!”

He has to have won the lottery or has somehow gotten to be in a relationship with an angel. Taking the controller he’s pulling you down to press a slow, gentle kiss to your lips.

“Fuck, I love you so baddd~” He groans, lips brushing against yours as he speaks.

You giggle, pressing another kiss to his lips in return before you pull away, “come get me out of the office when you’re done, m’kay?” You’re ruffling his hair before padding off down the hallway.

Thanos feels like a weight has been lifted off his shoulder, maybe relationships really weren’t as hard as everyone made them out to be! Or maybe he just got really fucking lucky with who he got in a relationship with.

He doesn’t know how many rounds he played- far too many because his eyes are starting to hurt. But, when Nam-Gyu finally gets off the game- Thanos looks to the clock and his heart sinks to his ass.

12am.

Fuck, was he really playing for that long?! Oh, he’s surely gonna get in trouble now.

Frantically, he’s turning off the console and throwing the controller to the couch. He’s padding down the hallway of the apartment, ass cheeks literally clenched waiting for the argument that’s about to ensue.

It’s silent as he walks down the hall, so silent he can hear the thrum of the AC. Did you fall asleep waiting for him?? Oh, he’s such a dick! No- the office lights still on!! You’re still awake.

The doors ajar, he can see the shadow of you and whatever you’re doing flicker in the crack of the door. Nervously chewing his lip and sucking in a deep breath, Thanos is placing a tattooed hand to the wood and pushing open the door.

He expected you to be sulking, maybe sitting there staring at the door and waiting to yell at him. But nope.

You were painting. Boxes that were piled up from when you two moved in now unpacked and opened- various art supplies strewn about the room and an in progress painting on an easel.

You had your headphones in- absentmindedly humming to yourself as your brush scratched against the canvas.

Thanos is frozen, you seriously weren’t trying to start a fight. You weren’t trying to pull one over on him and use it against him like he thought- you were happily entertaining yourself.

It was cute, seeing you in your natural habitat- so engrossed and in your own world. Thanos smiles to himself, watching as you lean in just inches from the canvas to add some detail, tongue poking out in concentration. Somehow, you even got paint on your face- various colors that you had mixed smeared across your skin.

As he takes a couple steps into the room, you see a flash of purple and turn to the doorway, focused look melting into a wide happy smile as you pull one of your headphones out.

“Hey, handsome!” You cheer, putting the paintbrush down.

“Hi baby girl…” he hums, sliding himself behind you expertly, arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you back flush against his chest. You sigh as his lips press against your shoulder.

“You done playing?” You say wiping your paint covered hands off on a towel, reaching a hand up to cradle his head, fingers threading into purple strands.

“Mhm…” another kiss, “‘m sorry I was on for so long…”

You laugh, not thinking he was on for that long “Nam-Gyu go to bed before 5am? That’s surprising.”

Thanos laughs against your skin, the fact you know him and his best friends gaming habits makes him feel all tingly.

“Yeah..but also I was already on for so long, I really didn’t mean to play that long.”

You realize he’s actually trying to apologize and you’re instantly turning to face him, “Hey!!! No apologizing!!” You tease, squishing his face in your hands and pulling him down to your height.

“You deserved some time to ya’self. Moving is stressful, you deserves to relax and play with Nam-Gyu for a bit.”

His body relaxes, finally understanding that maybe this whole relationship thing wasn’t as hard as he thought- you were genuinely telling him to play video games- no secret motive behind it.

He stares at you blankly for a moment.

“I’m going to fucking marry you. Hope you realize that.”

You’re laughing, loud and boisterous, a sound he could never tire of, “Okayyy~ that’s fantastic! We can start planning sometime soon” You say between giggles, “but, what’s got you saying this all the sudden?”

He doesn’t answer, between realizing he was finally in a healthy relationship, your cute smile and flushed cheeks covered in paint- god, you made him insane. instead he’s leaning down and throwing you over his shoulder, “Subong!! Put me down!!” You’re squealing, playfully kicking your legs.

Carrying you to the bedroom with ease he’s lightly patting your ass, “Nope. Sorry, no can do. If I can’t marry you right now I gotta do the next best thing…”

“Sooooo~~” he’s cooing kicking the bedroom door open, “The most amazing girlfriend in the world needs some insane head as a ‘thank you’”

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vidals-harkness · 9 months ago

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seekest thou the road

summary: a random thursday turned into a strange series of happenings which meant certain clarity for you and your mother. but that clarity also meant the start of a new journey, the revelation of true feelings, and a quest for one's desires.

fic type: angst

pairings: agatha harkness x teen!reader, rio vidal x teen!reader, teen x teen!reader

word count: 6.7k

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It was a normal Thursday morning for Agnes and her daughter Y/n.

You trudged out of bed, blanket wrapped around you as you made your way downstairs to see your mom, Agnes O'Connor, making her morning coffee none too happily.

“Good morning,” you said, smiling a little as you sipped on the cup of coffee she had kept ready for you, in response to which you recieved a short grunt.

Agnes O'Connor really wasn't a morning person.

The sound of rain broke the silence that hung heavy between you both, and as the chill seemed to only increase, you pulled your blanket tighter around your shoulders, feeling your hands tingle with the warmth of the cup in them. The sharp ringtone of her phone made you jump a little, but her chatter faded into the background as your attention went to the kitchen window.

The fog lay thick, same as when you had woken. However, it seemed to strike a chill down your spine which stood out from the cold of the season. Through the pattering of rain on glass, you could hear loud T.V static, the sound of canned laughter. Normal but...foreboding.

Your gaze darted behind to where the T.V was, but the flat-screen was dark, inactive. The sound was from right where you had been looking before--outside. You squinted through the gaps the raindrops left on the glass, to see an old-timey T.V right there in the middle of the street, showing a black-and-white sitcom. The words were not clear, same as the faces of the characters, but you felt like you'd been there before. Not like reminiscence, not like déjà -vu. Just...familiar.

You blinked rapidly as everything came back into focus. Your mom looked happier than she had in maybe weeks, and you didn't want to ask about phantom T.Vs in the fear of maybe wrecking this strange sense of happiness she seemed to have.

"Get in the car, kid, you're coming to work with me today," she said, tossing her keys up and catching them with an audible jingle.

You groaned. You did not want to spend several hours just sitting in her office, watching her play Candy Crush.

"Great," you grumbled sarcastically, going upstairs to change your clothes. Pulling on plain, comfortable clothes, you discreetly stole her green flannel shirt and pulled it on, combing your hair carefully. You were a lazy teen, yes, but you weren’t an animal.

The car rolled down the empty road, the haze seeming to part like the Red Sea, while the view beyond the windows warped with the raindrops running down it. You rested your elbow against the glass, head resting on your palm as you scrolled through a website on your phone, the rumble of the car pairing with the pattering of rain to create the perfect ambiance for silence.

“So,” your mom said, breaking the somewhat comfortable quietness that had settled. “What’s the latest hyperfixation?”

“Still history,” you said in a bored monotone.

“What’cha reading about on that tiny screen anyway?”

“The Salem Witch Trials,”

Agnes rolled her eyes subtly, which you ignored, and shrugged, “You realise none of that matters anymore, right?”

“You mean the repression of women and the deprivation of knowledge they faced due to the fear of being burnt at the stake under the accusation of being a witch just cause she can count to ten? Yeah, pretty sure that matters,” you deadpanned.

“Jeez,” she scoffed.

You rolled your eyes. She’d been sour and irritable for months now, especially after her riding the desk period.

“I don’t get why I have to come,” you said. “I’m seventeen, the worst thing I’ll probably do is watch A-rated stuff on Netflix,”

“Yeah, well I needed your true-crime expertise,” she said curtly. “And you gotta spend your suspension productively somehow, don’t you?”

“Well if the police system in Westview wasn’t so shit, maybe you wouldn’t even need a seventeen year old to help you solve a murder. And for the last time, my suspension is actually invalid, unlike yours,” you rolled your eyes, earning a sharp flick on your temple from her.

“Don’t even start,” she scowled. “We’re shorthanded here,”

“Sounds like a you problem,”

“Sounds like a week of no phone if you keep up with this attitude, little miss,”

The silence settled again, broken by only the sound of her humming a strange, soft tune. You liked it, but you weren’t going to admit it, no way.

Your eyes caught sight of a car wreck just on the side of the road, which was concerning because they weren’t any skid marks from what you could see through the watery glass. You shook your head. You’d clearly been watching too much true crime lately.

The car halted, and she exited, holding the two coffees she’d bought, nodding at you to get out which you reciprocated with an eye roll.

The air was colder here, the chill of a murder hanging in it, standing out deliciously. You noticed a dark, smoky figure dancing in your peripheral vision, but you blinked and it was gone. Shaking the strange feeling, you shoved your hands in the pockets of your jeans, standing beside Agnes.

“Another beautiful day,” said your mother.

“Hey Herb,” you nodded at the man, who stood behind the yellow tape.

“Hey, neighbour,” he nodded at you both, gaze shifting over to Agatha. “Surprised to see you out here, Detective,”

“Oh, and the sixteen year old isn’t surprising?” She scoffed, earning a shrug from him. She shook her head and continued, “There I was, sitting on my duff, playing Candy Crush, happy as a clam, enjoying the fruits of my undeserved disciplinary action—“

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, kicking at a stone on the ground. “Beg to differ,”

“You punched a suspect,” Herb deadpanned.

“Oh, now a convicted felon. I can’t be right and wrong at the same time,” she shrugged.

“Debatable,” you singsonged quietly, earning a kick to your shin.

“Yes, you can,” he confirmed.

“When the Chief calls and tells me, ‘Hibernation’s over. ‘Got a case only you can solve.’,” sensing his skepticism, she added, “Direct quote,”

He sighed with defeat and pulled up the tape, allowing you both in. You chuckled softly and patted his shoulder with sympathy, earning a soft laugh from his end.

“Playing hooky, Y/n?” He asked as you walked beside him.

“Suspension,” you grumbled. “Punched a kid in the face,”

“Moving on from the start of your delinquent career,” Agnes interrupted, prompting Herb to continue.

“Jane Doe. Found her down here by the water. Dispatch was tipped off by an anonymous call,” he explained.

“Basic,” you rolled your eyes. “Lasting evidence?”

“This is all she had on her,” Herb handed over an evidence bag with something in it—a library card.

“What’s this? From a library book?” She asked, snatching it away.

“No shit, mom,” you scoffed, looking around the area for clues. “And real mature for a 50 year old,”

“Watch your mouth,” she snapped.

“Westview branch,” Herb interjected.

“Cause?” She asked.

“Blunt force trauma,”

Blunt force trauma? Unless she’s been clocked over the head at the library with a dictionary, you didn’t see any cliffs she could’ve been thrown off of.

As if she’d read your mind, your mother said, “Not much of a drop around here. She fall?”

“She was crushed,” he sighed.

Crushed? Even better. Where could you find boulders in a creek where the biggest stone was probably the same size as your hand?

“By what?”

“Something big. And heavy,”

“So she didn’t die here,”

“She is dead, though, isn’t she, Herb?” She asked, brow raised.

“Oh, she’s really, most sincerely dead,” he confirmed.

“You never know,”

The body lay face down beside the creek, and you could’ve sworn you saw that same shadowy figure, this time with a flash of…green? It vanished before you could make sense of it.

The woman wore a hoodie and slacks—house clothes, suggesting a home murder? Maybe? This case was too complicated. Blunt force trauma with nothing in particular, a library card, and clothes which resembled a breakup uniform. It made as much sense as a toddler’s handwriting.

Your mother had vanished somewhere, looking for clues, leaving you alone with forensics and the body, surrounded by yellow tape.

The air grew another chill, separate from the one caused by the rain. You felt someone breathing down your neck, and turned sharply to check who it was.

Strangely, nobody.

Your head gave a sharp stab of pain, and you winced, the voices in your head growing loudest, but still giving way to one, familiar voice. And all it said was a single sentence. ‘Snap out of it,’

There was a snap of someone’s fingers near your ear, and the voices went back down to whispers in the back of your mind.

Agnes knelt beside the body, freshly rolled over.

“Who are you?” She asked quietly. “What happened to you?”

“You okay, Agnes?” Herb asked, concerned.

“How do you mean?” She snapped.

“You don’t seem like yourself.” He said nervously.

“For starters you’re asking a dead body for answers,” you smirked, poking her cheek.

She smacked your hand away. “Oh, yeah? And who is that exactly? I’ll try to be more cheerful for you next time,” her tone was bitter as she stood up. “But right now this unidentified woman lying dead in a creek has just got me down in the dumps,”

“Jeez, looks like someone’s hormonal,” you rolled your eyes, bumping her shoulder as you walked past her. “I can’t tell who’s the teenager here,”

“Shut up,” she snapped at you, turning to Herb. “Let me know when the dental records come in,”

You sat in the car with her again, on the way to the library. Yet again, there was that silence—that uncomfortable, thin-ice kind of silence which frankly drove you up the wall. There was a time where you would make jokes with her, a time where you both would sing to shitty music on the radio, but that was long gone. Now, all you both did was sit together, a cavernous distance between you two which, in reality, was just a few inches apart.

You loved your mother, of course you did, but it was at times like these where you felt she didn’t feel the same.

“What do you think, hm?” She asked at last—that same, irritated, clipped tone breaking through your thoughts.

“About what? If it’s your fashion sense, I think we could use some work—“ you began, judgement evident in your own tone.

“About the case,” she sighed. “Cut it out with the sarcasm,”

“Hey, all I’m saying is that the broke noir-chic is starting to look a little bit more divorce-chic except you’re not getting the benefits,” you shrugged. “But as for the case, there’s definitely more to it,”

“Okay, and?” She prompted.

You paused, gathering your thoughts. “Well, for starters, the method of killing is hazy. She died of blunt force trauma, but that was inflicted by crushing, but this is Westview. The biggest boulder in the creek is probably a skipping stone. And you can’t crush someone with that. Not their whole body, definitely,”

She hummed thoughtfully. You hated how the only time you talked was about cases. It was never about school, or football, or anything else. Always murder, crime, arrest.

“Whatever, anyway,” you rolled your eyes. “We’ve reached,”

The library had a stupendously long queue, and you were about stand in it, only to have Agnes grip your wrist and pull you forward.

“Ah. Official police business. Excuse me, excuse me,” she said, pushing past them all, earning disgruntled comments from them all.

“You use that line at the supermarket checkout, too?” Dottie, the library clerk asked.

“It’s embarrassing,” you sighed, avoiding eye contact with Agnes.

“Only suckers wait their turn,” your crazy mother replied haughtily.

“How can I help you, Agnes?” Dottie asked, sighing softly.

She produced the library card, the packet crinkling as it hit the desk. “Found this on a victim,”

“Ooh. Who’s the victim? Is she dead?” The lady asked.

“Now, why do you assume it’s a woman?” Your mother frowned.

“Exactly,” you frowned. “Statistically, males are more subject to be murder victims, given that on an average, only 30% of victims are women,”

The lady gave you a prompt side eye, saying, “I don’t know. Sounds more titillating,”

She took a look at the card, shaking her head, “There are no names on here,”

“But there are dates,” Agnes interjected.

“We don’t use cards anymore. Everything’s digital now. Sorry,” she grimaced.

“Well, thanks a bunch for your help, Dottie. You’ve been an absolute angel. Incidentally,” Agnes’s voice rose to a shout as she added, “Where were you last night between the hours of 1:00 and 3:00 a.m.?”

You put your head down, covering your ears and groaning. “You’re an embarrassment, mother,”

Just to shut her up, thus sympathising with you, Dottie calmed her down, “I guess I could run the book title,”

“Oh, can you?” She snapped sarcastically. “Come on, Y/n,”

“No, no, no,” you shook your head, evading her attempt to yank you in the library. “It’s time for you to be an adult and give me some money for ice cream after I just suffered second hand embarrassment at your hands,”

“Fine,” she conceded, after holding your gaze for a good ten seconds, handing you some money.

“Thank you,” you said firmly, marching out of the library.

You heaved a sigh of relief, as if you'd exhaled a breath you didn't know you'd been holding. The sun shone down on the pavement, casting sharp shadows as you walked down the street to your favourite place--the coffee shop where you and your brother would participate in open mic nights. You remembered how well he'd sing with you accompanying him on the guitar...

You shook yourself out of your thoughts. You hated thinking about Nicky. It always ruined your mood. More so than your mother.

You entered the shop, sighing in relief at the familiar scent of chocolate chip cookies and ground coffee beans. The owner of the shop was a sweet old lady and her husband, both of whom were perhaps the kindest people in Westview.

"Hi there," you smiled, handing her the money. "Can I have my usual, please?"

The lady, Mrs. Jackson, smiled before saying, "Oh, that nice young woman over there already asked for one, paid for it, too,"

You turned in the direction where she was pointing, seeing a shockingly familiar woman in police attire, her hair pulled back in a low, loose bun at the nape of her neck, the top two buttons of her white shirt opened, while the sun glinted off the badge she had hung around her neck.

She beckoned you over with the curl of her finger, and you went over, sitting down in front of her.

"Hi there, Detective Vidal," you smiled slightly.

Rio chuckled softly, pushing the cup of coffee towards you. "I see you're still stuck,"

You frowned a little at that. "Pardon?"

She shook her head. "Here, in Westview. I'd have thought your mom would've gotten sick of this place by now,"

You inhaled deeply, sipping the coffee happily. "Wishful thinking," you said. "That lady is fucking crazy. So...what brings you to town?"

"You know why I'm here," she nodded. You liked her for this reason. She was straightforward, just as enigmatic as a detective should be, yet she spoke with a kind of firm kindness which few could master.

"You're here to...get under mom's skin?" You tilted your head, curious.

She laughed, looking down as she shook her head. "I've been assigned to help with her...case,"

"Oh she's going to be pissed," you giggled, fingertips running along the edges of the saucer your cup was on. "But is this case really FBI worthy?"

"Well, it's worthy of federal intervention," she nodded. "But that's not entirely why I'm here,"

You nodded a little dejectedly. "Oh. You're not here for too long, then?"

"Just until this whole matter clears up," she shrugged. "Shouldn't be a while. But we can go for ice cream sometime. How're you holding up here?"

You paused, meeting her gaze fully for a good minute. An aura danced along her outline--black and hazy. Your fingertips tingled against the warm ceramic of the cup, and you felt that same stab of pain in your head like you had in the morning.

"Easy," Rio said softly, her fingertips tapping on your wrist. "Think through it, you're still stuck,"

The world bend out of shape for a good moment, the only thing remaining constant was her face. You squeezed your eyes shut, hearing the cup on the table tremble as the voices began to scream.

"Come on, nena," her voice was soft, quiet. "Snap out of it,"

You heard the snap next to your ear again, and when you opened your eyes, you saw through the veil for a moment. She was dressed in black, you could see the bones...

Down came the veil, and with it the voices quietened. Her face was normal again, soft jaw, sharp smile.

"You've got it in you, Y/n," she said softly, her hand still tracing your wrist. "Just snap out of it,"

You blinked, and she was gone.

The next morning, you woke up dazed. It was a similar morning like the previous day's--foggy, cloudy, confusing, gloomy. You avoided your mother completely, she seemed to be a little more off her rocker than usual.

"I'm assuming you're taking me to the office again?" You sighed softly as she grabbed the car keys.

"Yes ma'am, get your ass in the car in five," she said, heading out.

You squinted at said 'car'. It was...a broom on a desk in the living room? But you shook your head, going back to normal. It was just the same old Honda Civic she'd been driving the last few years you had been in Westview.

The station was radiating depression as per usual, and you groaned to yourself as you walked past the Chief with a brief good morning.

She settled in her chair while you sat on the couch, reading your book quietly.

“You hear what happened at the library?” Agnes asked the Chief.

“No, I—“ he began, but she cut him off.

“Somebody torched one of the stacks, like, took a flame thrower to it.”

“Oh, yeah?” He asked, distracted. “I’ll have one of the guys follow up. But listen, Agnes—“

“You got a spot on your shirt,” she pointed out.

“Oh—“

“And your tie,”

“Mom will you cut it out?” You asked, irritated with her constantly making the poor guy conscious.

“You makin’ breakfast smoothies again, Chief?” She asked, none too kindly. “You know you’re supposed to put the lid on before you blend it,”

He sighed, fully used to her antics. “Yes, I know. Um…listen, Agnes…”

She sighed deeply, irritated. “You’re about to tell me somethin’ I’m not gonna like,”

“Soil samples from under the fingernails and toenails of the Jane Doe came back,” he started, peaking your interest. “They don’t match the soil she was lyin’ in,”

“That’s no surprise. We assumed she’d been moved,” she said, nodding.

“Yeah, like perp probably carried her off,” you said.

“There were traces of a particular microbial sediment only found in Eastern Europe,” he sighed.

“That sounds like a hell lot of work for a perp,” you chuckled.

“Now get to the part I’m not gonna like,” she said, looking at him sharply.

He stepped aside from the door, and your expression brightened as a familiar woman entered the room.

“Here I am,” she said, her demeanour badass as per usual. “Hey, trouble,” she winked at you, earning a rare smile from you in return.

“You always find new ways to piss me off, don’t you, hon?” Agnes addressed you deadpan, her eyes fixed in Agent Vidal.

"Me? I'm an angel," you rolled your eyes.

“Okay,” Chief sighed.

“Fancy dirt always attracts the attention of the Feds,” Agnes scoffed disdainfully.

“Agent Vidal is an asset here, Agnes,” he reasoned. “More brain power and more resources mean you get to the finish line faster. Strength in numbers. Teamwork makes the dream—“

“Eat my ass, Chief,” she interrupted him.

“You’re just throwing a hissy fit because you’re not gonna be alone in the paper headlines,” you chuckled, earning an eraser chucked at your face.

“I’ll leave you to it, then,” Chief said simply, exiting the room.

“It’s been a long time,” Rio said, taking a seat in the sofa, playing with your hair gently.

"What are you doing here?" Agnes asked, arms crossed over her chest as she leaned back in her chair.

"My job,"

"You wanna take control of my investigation,"

"No," after a brief pause where her tongue pushed against the inside of her cheek, she said, "If you wanna be in control, you can be,"

Your brow raised, but you went back to your book, as Agnes continued speaking. "She…The body was moved across state lines. Is that your play?"

Rio took a moment to look around, sighing softly. "Is this really how you see yourself?"

You looked at her, head tilted, and brows furrowed. She continued her movements, her hand gently stroking your hair. You noticed the voices had quietened down significantly...

"Sure. Let’s talk about the case," she said eventually, resignation clear in her tone. "What are your theories? How’d she end up in the ravine? Trouble?" Her gaze went to you.

"My guess is she was killed elsewhere, probably rolled down the hill," you shrugged.

"No drag marks. Thinking the perp carried her," Agnes said.

"Uh… Seems logical, but you don’t really believe that because…" She stood up, placing the file down with pictures on it, taking a perch on the corner of Agnes' desk. "Oops. No tracks for the perp. Not a leaf disturbed before Forensics showed up. It’s almost like she just magically appeared," her voice took an odd tone, somewhat...coaxing?

"Let’s stick to reality here, yeah?" Your mother scoffed.

"Who hurt you? Whatever happened to alternate possibilities?" You rolled your eyes. "Like, who shat on your creativity?"

Rio stifled a laugh, earning a sharp glare from Agnes. She cleared her throat, "Sure,"

"If there’s one thing we can agree on, it’s that these cases are always about the place," Agnes' tone was clear with the taste of theory within it, the backing of facts, the slight hint of senility. "The specific small town, the history of it, the people in it, the secrets buried beneath it. That’s where the answers lie,"

"Well, who better to solve the mystery than one of Westview’s very own?" Rio shrugged, moving off her perch. "Yeah, you’ve lived here your whole life. Isn’t that true… Agnes?"

The pause was jarring, carrying notes of coaxing again, the same tone she'd used at the coffee shop.

"I don’t want you here," Agnes scowled.

"Yeah, because anything even remotely comforting in my life you seem to hate," you scoffed, looking at Rio. "I'm sorry about her, she keeps waking up on the wrong side of the bed,"

"It's all good, nena," she nodded, before leaving the files on the table for Agnes. "I'll get you ice cream sometime before I leave town,"

You nodded, high-fiving her, before she nodded at Agnes. "Te veo," she said, leaving.

Your gaze snapped to her, angry. "What is wrong with you?"

"Me? What's wrong with you? Getting all mushy-mushy with the feds," she scoffed, rolling her eyes.

Maybe because she actually cares about me more than you, you wanted to say.

"I dunno, maybe because her helping with your investigation might mean I'll be free to do what I want," you scowled. "But obviously, you wouldn't care about my happiness, would you?"

You saw a flash of anger pass over her face, and you felt a sick sense of satisfaction. Maybe she finally understood how you felt, maybe this was hint enough—

"We're going to the pawn shop, come on," she snapped, standing up and grabbing her jacket.

No such luck.

You rolled your eyes and stood up, shrugging, "Sure thing,"

The pawn shop was musty, dank, and none too welcoming. You hated it.

“Is it real?” Agnes asked him.

“Oh, it’s real, all right. And it’s a beaut,” he said. “Where’d you get it?”

“Mind your beeswax, Norm,” she snapped. “Where’s it from? How old is it?”

“A picture of politeness and ladylike behaviour,” you rolled your eyes, playing around with a vintage puzzle box.

Norm chuckles in agreement before nodding, “North American. New England, maybe. Late 17th century, I guess. It’s made from cowrie shell,”

“What’s a cowrie?” She frowned.

“Sea snail,” he turned the brooch around and showed it to her, pointing at the ivory figures. “And these hotties here. That’s Triple Goddess. Maiden, Mother, Crone,”

“Common figures in witchcraft, late 17th century lore,” you added.

“What, no Working Professional Goddess?” She scoffed.

He chuckled and the brooch opened with a click, revealing a strand of hair. “Oh, hello,” he said. “Looks like your brooch is a locket. You looking to sell it, Agnes?”

She raised a brow. “How much you offering, Norm?”

“For you? Two hundred,” he shrugged.

“I smell bullshit,” you singsonged, grinning at him cheekily.

"Great. Now I know where to start the bidding on eBay," she snatched it back. "Come on, Y/n,"

"No, save me, Norm..." you mock-wailed, saluting him with two fingers as you exited the shop.

The sun went down and the moon came up, rising slowly in the sky as the nightly autumn chill set in. You napped on the couch, thoughts racing and mind a jumble of scenes and words while she worked.

"Go home, Agnes," Said the chief. "Or atleast call a cab for her," he nodded at your napping form.

"I am home, Chief," she said dismissively. "And I'm sure she's fine,"

The Chief switched her office lights off, earning a disgruntled noise of, "Hey!"

"Go home," he said forcefully.

You blinked sleepily as she shook your shoulder, groggy and tired.

"Come on, kid, we're going home," she said gruffly, grabbing her keys and her jacket, waiting for you.

You drowsily sat in the car, elbow leaning on the windowsill as you rested your cheek on your fist, dozing off slowly. You felt Agnes ruffle your hair gently.

“You did good today, kid,” she said quietly, as a quiet song played on the radio.

You smiled a little, tilting your head to fix your gaze on her. “Careful, you might say you love me, next,” you half-joked, earning a gentle punch to your shoulder.

She parked the car and got out of the driver’s seat, humming to herself still as you followed, still sleepy. You rested your forehead on her shoulder, slipping your hand into hers slowly. She sighed softly at that, but allowed it.

The house was quiet, you could sense some kind of odd energy around it—just like you’d felt an odd energy around everything else after meeting Rio at the cafe.

Almost like nothing was real…

You felt Agnes pull her hand from yours, saying, “I’ll set dinner in sometime,” she kept the distance between you both again. She went in his room, her movements slow and slightly sluggish.

You hated that room.

You heard a knock on the door as you lounged on the couch peacefully.

“What?” Came Agnes’ irritated voice.

“Did you know that it is a universally acknowledged truth that a lady cop cannot be good at her job and have a healthy personal life at the same time?” Came Rio’s voice. You heard the sound of pizza in a box. “Hungry?”

You sat up instantly, making space for Agnes on the couch, grinning when Rio came in.

“Hey, trouble,” she winked, taking a seat in the armchair, her blazer set aside and sitting in a comfy position, one leg perched on her knee, elbows resting comfortably on the armrests.

“Hi,” you smiled at her.

Agnes came with two beers and a bottle of cranberry juice for you. You accepted it with a slight smile towards her, still annoyed by before.

Soon, she started telling Rio cop stories like she used to do for you and him.

“So she’s a rookie, granted, but I say to her, ‘Has the suspect been seen in the last 24 hours?’” Agnes narrates, a laugh in her tone. “And she says, ‘Only on TikTok.’ And then I say, ‘Well, did you learn anything?’ And she says, ‘That I was totally using the wrong foundation brush.’”

You had taken a seat on the carpet in front of Rio, your back resting against her leg as she used her free hand to toy with the soft strands of your hair. You heard her chuckle and glanced up right when she smiled. You liked that expression. And when you heard Agnes laughing you liked it even more.

“Anyway…I have a lead in the case,” Agnes said.

“Oh do you? A lead which who gave you?” You raised a brow.

“Take it easy, trouble,” the FBI agent smiled. “That’s not why I came over,” Rio said. But she paused, before nodding. “But go ahead,”

“There was a car wreck, about an hour before time of death,” she stated.

“Where?” Rio asked.

“Eastview.”

“Eastview? See, I thought you turned into a pumpkin that far afield,”

She smirked. “Hey, I travel. I’m worldly,”

Rio chuckled. “Where have you traveled?“

You felt the answer on the tip of your tongue, but strangely you couldn’t tell past last year when you’d gone for a summer camp past Eastview.

Sensing the sudden shift in focus, Rio brought you both back. “Okay, so what about the car wreck?”

“Bloodstain in the back seat,” she stated, an odd look in her eye.

“You think that’s how they moved her?”

“Front two airbags deployed,”

“Maybe two perps?”

“Maybe,”

Rio squinted. “But you don’t like it,”

“My gut tells me they’re related,” Agnes shook her head, “But I can’t shake this feeling I’m seeing it wrong,”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Yeah,”

“Do you remember why you hate me?”

A pause. An uncomfortable, odd pause.

“No,”

“Are you hiding evidence?” She raised a brow.

“No,” she sighed.

“Well, you’re only lying to yourself—“ before she could finish, there was a loud clatter from upstairs. You moved to go investigate with her, but she shook her head.

“Stay here,” she scowled. “I don’t want you getting hurt in case the guy’s armed, that more paperwork for me,”

“Oh how thoughtful,” you rolled your eyes.

As she went upstairs to investigate, you sat on the couch again, patting it for Rio. “Wanna sit?”

She chuckled. “Sure thing,”

You turned on F.R.I.E.N.D.S, letting it play on a low volume, resting your body against hers. You lay your head in her lap eventually, letting her hand gently rub your arm soothingly.

Her voice was soft as she spoke. “Nena,” she said. “How’re the voices?”

“Loud,” you mumbled, shifting your knees up to your chest a little, an arm wrapping around them.

They got steadily louder as she spoke, making you wince and squirm slightly.

“Easy,” she warned.

“They’re so fucking loud…” you hissed, irritated. The objects in the room began to rattle slightly.

“You’re still Y/n,” she said softly. “But not this version,”

“The fuck do you mean?” You asked, irritated.

“I mean that she kept you trapped,”

“Who? Mom? Yeah no shit,”

She chuckled but shook her head. “No, not her. You remember her name,”

Flashes of something went through your mind—you saw everything in black and white at first. You felt the world tilt and bend, felt nausea rise at the back of your throat.

“She’s kept you in this prison,” she said softly. “She’s just kept you like this—docile, dormant…”

“No, no,” you shook your head. “Mom said the voices are just some psychological thing—“

“Listen to the voices,” Rio urged. “Hear them closely,”

Another flash of something—an empty street, crying boys, a woman in red with hair the colour of…scarlet.

“Wanda—“ you choked out, gasping. The voices slowed from a cacophony to different voices, familiar voices from your past.

All screaming into your ears one thing: Snap out of it.

“That’s right, nena,” she whispered. “Keep trying,”

Your eyes went dark, black throughout the whites and irises, smoky black magic curling at your fingertips. You looked around you at the still-bending reality.

“What’s real?” You gasped out, feeling the magic pulse with your blood. You felt complete for the first time in three years.

“She’s kept you imprisoned for three years, locking away your ability,” Rio said. “You’re not just angry at Agatha for these centuries of hurt, you’re angry at Wanda for making you feel…”

“Powerless,” you completed. “I’ve been feeling powerless because of her,”

She nodded, a sly smile on her face. “You wanna try something with me?”

You nodded, grinning somewhat evilly. “Sure,”

“First, I’m gonna have to project on your mom’s mind, wanna help with that?”

You nodded, devious smile on your face. “I thought you’d never ask,”

Her smile matched yours instantly. “That’s my girl,”

You saw Agnes entering the room with a random boy, making you frown in utter confusion, before you used your power to help Rio get in her head. While you did so, you felt clearer on your own powers.

You were just like Mami.

Dark magic, soul magic. The kind where you could stop a person’s breathing and pluck the very thing that made them human right from their system. The kind where you could change your face to anyone who’d had a beating heart at will. The kind where you could shake the devil’s hand while playing with the angels.

Life and Death, you were the balance.

You felt time ticking by slowly but surely, you headed up to your room in a daze. You saw it clearly now—you understood just how senile you and your mother had been acting the past few days.

“Sleep,” you heard Rio’s voice in your head.

You did.

The next morning you woke up to sunlight streaming through your curtains, the day was warm. You squirmed out from under the covers, noticing yourself in the mirror. You smirked a little. You looked visibly warmer, as if lifting the spell had breathed some extra life into you. Ironic.

Just to check if last night was real, you moved your fingers like your mother had taught you, lifting a pencil and placing it down simply. You grinned with clear, childlike excitement.

“I’m back, baby,” you smirked.

However, your thoughts were interrupted by a loud, angry scream from downstairs.

You nearly fell as you ran down, knife in hand already. It lowered instantly as you saw Agatha in the room.

Naked.

Your own scream matched hers as you covered your eyes with your hands. “Mom get some fucking clothes on, you disgusting woman!”

“Shut up,” she rolled her eyes. “I assume she got you out, too?”

“Obviously,” you grumbled.

“What’s up your ass this morning?”

“I don’t know, maybe the fact that the first thing I see upon being fully conscious is my mother standing in the living room stark-staring NAKED?”

Before you could comprehend her fast reply, she had dashed out of the house, making you groan in annoyance. You ran out after her, but not before you pulled on a jacket to hide your face with.

“Mom, mama, mother, please—“ you pleaded, looking through her rather than at her, trying to fix how awkward this was.

“Oh! Whoa!” You heard Herb exclaim. “What? What is going on? Hey, Miss Agnes, you—you feeling okay today?”

“Stop talking,” she snapped. “How long have I been here?”

“Uh… What?” You saw him put his hand up to cover…things from his vision.

“How long have I been living in this cesspool of a town?” She asked none to politely.

“You don’t remember?” He asked, baffled.

“Yet you remember and retain the same attitude as ‘Agnes’,” you scoffed.

“Catch me up,” she scowled, ignoring you.

“About three years,” he nodded.

“Three years?” She exclaimed. Her voice dropped to a whisper as she realised. “Wanda,”

“We try not to say her name,” he mumbled.

“Ugh!” She exclaimed. “Because you’re cowards, because you’re sheep. What have I been doing all this time?”

“Being bitchy to really nice people, for starters,” you rolled your eyes.

Herb chuckled but continued just as nervously. "Well, you’ve mostly been a good neighbor. A bit too casual with your boundaries…"

Triggered, she snapped, "Call me “nosy,” I’ll cut out your tongue."

"How polite," you grumbled.

"Yeah...you haven’t been yourself the past few days," he admitted. "Almost like you got bit by the true crime bug. Now that's normal for Y/n, obviously, but you? Nah,"

"So…So what? I’ve just been spouting nonsense and you’ve just been humoring me?" She scowled.

"I mean, folks been trying to help out, you know, stopping by and bringing you groceries and checking up on you," he explained, his eyes not meeting hers.

"Oh, I get it," Agatha chuckled sarcastically, her eyes on Dottie and her husband, who were trying to get their daughter back inside frantically. "Librarian. Chief of police," Her eyes landed on Norm, who jogged backwards upon meeting her gaze. "Oh! Jeweler,"

As she spoke, Herb tried covering her up with his jacket--a futile thing, really, since she threw it off her body instantly.

"This is where hope goes to die," she sneered.

"You know, um...besides the fact that you’re, um…" he gestured at her with his head. "You seem pretty lucid for a change. Aggressive, even. Powerful."

"Oh god, please don't feed into her ego," you begged, irritated.

"What did you say?" She asked softly, eyes drifting to him.

"I said, “Powerful,” but look, Agnes, if…"

"It’s Agatha,"

"Agnes' more annoying, bitchy counterpart," you interjected, earning a smack upside your head.

"Okay. Agatha. Yeah," he nodded, awkwardly. "Can you put on some clothes?" She groaned angrily and stalked off into the house, with you following in embarrassment. "‘Cause you… ‘Cause you’re naked..."

You stormed after her in anger, slamming the door shut behind you. "Mom, we need to talk--"

"No. No!" You heard her exclaim as you noticed how her hands were devoid of one very, very familiar thing. Her purple.

You shook your head. Inside, you were a mess of emotions. You were shocked, scared, angry, confused, and exhausted all in one. You hated this. Hated how she still didn't give you the time of day, how she constantly went after the same thing over and over again. Like always. You grabbed her wrist sharply.

"Mom stop!" You exclaimed, holding her back.

"Did she take yours, too?" She cut you off, her hand yanking away from your grip.

"No, I can, unfortunately, still see the dead, feel the dead, and control...hm...oh yeah, the dead," you rolled your eyes. "But that's not the point! The point is--and she's gone."

Agatha had gone back down to her basement, which, in Wanda's hex, was a whole witchy lair. Now it was just the laundry room. The pentagram was gone, your special little 'quiet corner' with barricade runes was gone, the comforting scent of incense and magic was overpowered by the smell of washing machine grease and Tide Pods.

You saw a bunny hop out from under the washing machine, and Agatha was quick to lift him up and cuddle him close. "I got mugged, mister. She took every little bit of power I had and left me with household appliances,"

Her gaze landed on you. "We gotta get back on top,"

You rolled your eyes. "So much for a normal suspension,"

From upstairs, you both heard a loud thudding noise, and immediately, you ran up and yanked open the coat closet door to see...a boy? With duct tape on his mouth and legs?

"MOM!" You exclaimed, horrified. "Come ON! Have some basic human sense!"

Nonchalantly she shrugged, "So that arrest was maybe more of a kidnapping,"

"You think, lady?!"

"Keep it civil, little miss," she warned, before pointing at the boy. "But if you’re real and not a figment of my imprisoned mind, then that means…"

The door burst open, splintering and completely broken off its hinges, making you duck and cover your head, grabbing Señor Scratchy, and holding him tight to keep him safe. You placed him under the hallways table, keeping him away from the broken glass and wood. Agatha got blown back by the force of the impact, falling in a heap on the floor.

“Shit. Mom!” Your exclaimed, about to help, but she put a hand out to stop you.

“Don’t!” She snapped, making your features darken, as you stopped.

You saw a figure clad in black, a familiar woman, and your heart leapt at the sight of her. She flew at your mother before she stood with her knife poised at the base of Agatha’s collarbone, the woman pinned with the force of it, where her pulse beat steadily against the skin.

“I’ve missed you,” Rio giggled diabolically.

“I hate you,” Agatha snarled.

“Just like you do everyone you love,” you scoffed, shrugging. “Hi, Mami,”

“Hey nena,” she replied, eyes fixed on your mother. “How long has it been, Agatha?” Rio asked, pushing harsher against her grip.

“Not sure,” she groaned, you could sense her seething.

“Since you acquired the Darkhold, you hid behind all that dark magic, but then you lost it, and now…” she chuckled darkly, the tip of her knife kissing the skin of her collarbone, making Agatha wince. “Touch. You’re vulnerable,”

She eased, “Only physically,”

In moments, she grabbed Rio’s head, slammed it into a wall, making you wince as the knife clattered to the side. You winced as Agatha gripped the blade against Rio’s blow, the blood in the xarpet smelling metallic and nauseating.

“Do you remember pain?” Rio gasped. “It kind of tickles, doesn’t it?”

Chuckling dryly, Agatha panted, “Coochie coochie coo,”

After a good minute of them struggling like cats, with Agatha pinning Rio down by the throat, you made a slight attempt to help.

You grabbed your mother by the shoulders and held them apart, angry.

“Will you two hopeless lesbians just cut it out?!” You asked, your palms pressed against each of their chests. “This is fucking infuriating!”

“Stay out of this, Y/n,” Agatha snarled, her eyes on Rio.

“It’s best for you, nena,” added Rio.

“Well how about we be a normal family and perhaps go for dinner instead of you trying to kill each other!”

“You can’t kill me,” your mom hissed at Rio. “You can’t kill me. It’s not allowed,”

“Maybe I can’t kill you,” Rio said, angrily, blowing her back into the cabinet. “But I can make you wish you were dead,”

Agatha groaned, sitting up. “Wait, wait, wait,” she gasped. “This isn’t what you want. Me without power,”

You shrugged at Rio, mumbling, “Maybe it’s better if she didn’t have any power, selfish bitch,”

Agatha laughed, glaring at you just a little. “This is undignified,” she looked at Rio. “Don’t you want me at my best?” She stood, you noticed her her voice droppin to that horrible, infuriating, manipulative whisper. “Admit it. You prefer me—“

“Horizontal?” Rio interrupted. After a pause, she added “In a grave?”

“Formidable,” Agatha corrected.

“So take my power,” she shrugged.

Your mother chuckled humourlessly, nodding at her. “That’s cute. But you know that would kill me. Just…let me get my purple back. And then come find me,”

“I am not the only one that wants to see you dead,” Rio scoffed. “Wants to see you burn. Or hang or drown.”

Disconcerted, Agatha tried to lighten the statement, saying, “There are no new options?”

“I could just sit back and watch,” Rio shrugged.

Slowly, like a cat prowling to its prey, she approached her, voice but a whisper. “Come on. You love it. The anticipation…”

“Okay, Agatha,” Rio conceded, looking down and shaking her head with a chuckle. “But I’ll be sure to tell them where to find you.”

“Who, specifically?” She and you asked in unison.

“Mmm! The worst of them. The Salem Seven,” Rio said. Noticing your panicked expression, she added, “Not you, nena. Just your mother,”

Turning back to agatha she shrugged. “I expect you’ll see them at sundown. After all these centuries, Agatha Harkness will finally meet her end. Ugh! It really warms the heart,”

“You don’t have a heart,” Agatha snapped.

Pulling her close all of a sudden, Rio spoke in a low voice, full of conviction. “Yes, I do. It’s black. And it beats for you,”

She lifted the hand from which blood was dripping and in one long, clean swipe of her tongue, healed it.

You made a face with disgust. “Mami, ew,” you muttered. “You’re so gay, my god,”

Rio laughed, shooting Agatha a look, squeezing your cheeks with one hand gently and quickly before she whispered, “I’ll see you sometime soon, nena.”

As she went to the doorway, she glanced at Agatha, shrugging, “Te veo,” before leaving.

You both stood there in silence for a good moment, before you asked awkwardly, “So…what do we do about the door?”

She looked at you, baffled, her chin held delicately between her thumb and forefinger in thought. “The door?”

“Yeah, she blew it off its hinges,”

“Do you see the state of my sitting room?”

You glanced around at the catastrophic sight. She had a point.

“Yeah, I’m grabbing myself some breakfast, it is far too early for me to deal with…this,” you shrugged, going to the kitchen. “You want anything?”

Agatha didn’t respond, clearly thinking about Rio’s appearance. With a frustrated groan, she was about to stomp away, when she heard some indistinct mumbling from her closet.

Yanking it open, with you behind her, cereal bowl in hand and munching on Lucky Charms, she sighed at the sight of the boy with his mouth and limbs taped up.

“Oh, right, you,”

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✦ " MISSED ME? "

❥ starring toji x female!reader cw !! 18+ explicit , dark content , rough sex , fingering , dubcon , degrading , kinda toxic , use of the word daddy & name calling stuff.. summary: ur toxic bf toji calls u up one last time .. a/n: second fic got bored and wanted to add more to this acct lol

wc: around 1,500ish

it had been two weeks after you and toji broke up, and to say the least, you were devastated. the days blended together, hours went by as you laid in your bed still & unmoving, getting up for the occasional snack & restroom break, sure. but toji on the other hand seemed to be doing fine, you didn’t hear from him yet since you guys ended off on horrible terms and didn’t expect to anytime soon— until he texted you.

you heard your phone, “ping!” picking it up; expecting it to be one of your friends trying to cheer you up, force you to go out again to bar hop and flirt for drinks— but your heart dropped once you swiped up, reading the contact following with the message.

“can you come over real quick? i need my shit back.”

your hands trembled a bit as you exhaled— the air in your pink covered room suddenly becoming thicker, a small smirk plastered on your pretty face as you tried to think of a response, biting your lip in anticipation. were you even ready to see him again? you settled on simply just liking the message, replying that you're on the way.

you turned on the shower as the mirror began to fog, taking extra time on shaving, you immediately took this opportunity to get your revenge— look good in spite of him. show what he’s been missing, that you don’t need him! curling your hair, doing your makeup, and with finding an outfit that looks effortless, settling on a sheer crop top and some skimpy boy shorts; you were ready to face him. you applied his favorite perfume on you, taking one last look in the mirror smiling! you gathered the last of his hoodies you've held onto, taking an uber to his house. you had butterflies in your stomach; mindlessly scrolling on your phone while filled with anticipation. arriving, you took a deep breath as you walked up to his apt floor; closing your eyes as you knock with shaky hands.

the door flung open as you felt the wind from inside his apartment; that same homey aroma making your mind hazy, the feeling of when you guys were together running through your mind—nostalgia hitting you like a ton of bricks. you opened your eyes trying to ground yourself again, looking up at him.

“hi..” you stuttered—barely above a whisper.

he only let out a small chuckle as you mentally cursed yourself for revealing just how nervous you actually were, inviting yourself inside prompting him to open the door wider, stepping aside. he had a smug grin on his face, like this was some kind of setup as he closed it behind him. shaking it off, you sat on the couch, crossing your arms as you anxiously bounced your leg up and down; a habit when you were tense. toji took note of this, trying to ease the tension. “you want a water or somethin? you don’t need to be so shy pretty.” he said, sitting next to you on the couch as he blatantly checked you out, reaching a hand across to rub your thigh soothingly. you know what this was leading to, you know his antics, you know him— so why do you continue feeding into it? you snapped yourself out your thoughts as you looked over at him, grey sweats and a black tee. you bit your lower lip slightly, reprimanding yourself mentally as you looked away from him, letting out a small “no.”

“i have the hoodies you asked for.” you muttered. he only smiled to himself at your statement as he looked up at you, trailing his hand higher, finding the seam of your shorts as he slowly grazed his fingers over your cunt. “it can wait, i missed you.” “—toji.. mm” you cut him off with a small whimper of his name as you felt yourself growing wetter; your pussy drooling with arousal as it stained through your shorts a bit. his fingers moved under the waistband of them as he sat up a bit to lean into you, his lips grazing your neck as he planted soft kisses onto your sensitive skin, —“i know you missed me too baby.. wearin' this slutty ass outfit, pretty lil tits all on display, just for me.. right princess?” he softly muttered into your ear, bringing his hand away from your shorts momentarily to grope at your breasts, "toji..~ mh~ fuck.. stop teasing.." you moaned, letting out soft mewls as your cunt grew even slicker. he pulled your perky tits out from your shirt as he moved his dripping fingers back where you wanted them, teasing your needy bud as he spread your legs wider for his access. “so fuckin’ wet for me already..” he pulled you into a sloppy kiss—inserting two of his digits in your pussy; finger fucking you. the only thing from his living room you can hear being sounds of your messy cunt drooling all over his fingers and your soft mewls. even though you pulled away from the kiss he still drilled your needy hole with his digits, —hitting that gummy spot that made your vision go white, "cum for me pretty, you like it when i fuck you till that lil head of yours is empty, yeah baby?" drool ran down the corner of your plump glossy lips as your eyes welled with fat tears from the pleasure. "fuck! 'm gna cum toji.. mm~ ah~ please.. i'm cumming~" your sight went hazy as you creamed all over his digits, your body tensing up as a sense of euphoria washed over you; vision spotty with black 'n white. "c'mon baby, i'm not done with you yet; you can give me one more princess." he said, softly slapping you to look at him; you open your eyes, glossy and spaced out— giving him a whiny "mhm" followed with a nod. "that's my pretty lil' slut." he pulled away letting his cock spring free, precum already leaking from his rosy pink colored tip. you were drooling at the sight, swiftly moving your shorts to the side as your fresh manicure dug into his back— wrapping your legs around him to straddle him. "my baby's been needy, huh?" he chuckled; "uh huh.. want it s'bad.. please fuck me.." you whimpered, the sight of you desperately trying to sink onto his cock while begging for it turning him on even more! his fingers dug into your hips as you fully took his dick inside you, letting out a loud mewl at how big it was. a soft grunt escaped from toji, hissing at how tight you felt around him. "fuck.. squeezing me s'tight.." he didn't even give you time to adjust; immediately slamming you onto him as he squeezed the rounds of your ass. "toji..~ ah~ feels s'good.. mm~ want y'to cum in me.. ah!~" you drooled into the crook of his neck as your eyes rolled back into your skull, your needy 'n throbbing clit rubbing against his pelvis with every smack! that filled the room. he pounded into you relentlessly, his cock hitting that same sweet spot over and over again as you creamed on him, your brain turning to mush. "love it when you go dumb on my cock. just a fuckin' slut, knew you'd let me fuck you again." he muttered in your ear, thrusting up into you even harder. "mm..~ caan't take it..~ daddy..~ 's too muchh!" you mewled, eyes unfocusing as his cock twitched at the name; you felt it and your orgasm approaching as your pussy spasmed, squirting all over him causing you to go limp in his arms. not long after, he came inside you, creating a creamy mess on the base of his cock. it was going to be a longgg night.. 2025 © all works belong to @urbimbobrat. do not repost, translate or steal any of my works

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gyeomsweetgyeom · 9 months ago

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⋆⭒˚.⋆ my boyfriend ranks... ⋆⭒˚.⋆

(cw: f!reader, cursing, TikTok trend, sex related joke)

It had been a lazy Sunday spent rotting away in fratboy!Jaehyun's bed while he and the brothers had a chapter meeting downstairs. Technically, you weren't even supposed to be in the house, but you were tens of feet away and realistically, who were you going to tell about all the stuff you might happen to hear a whole floor away? Absolutely no one. They only ever talked about boring shit anyway. No one would be interested.

All that paired with the fact that you had had a splitting headache shortly after you arrived and you were knocked out cold when the meeting started. None of the guys had the heart to wake you up to ask you to leave. Plus, you were a member of the frat, even if it was a sort of honorable title.

You scrolled through your for you page, stopping to watch as a couple tried out a filter. The guy ranked different types of physical touch he'd be ok with guys doing with his girlfriend. You laughed at the boyfriend's reactions quietly, deciding that you wanted to try it with Jaehyun.

Just a few minutes later, you heard steps as the brothers returned to their rooms. Jaehyun's door creaked open slowly as he crept in, probably thinking you were still asleep.

"Hey, baby," you greeted in a hoarse voice.

He flinched in surprise before he turned to you with a soft smile, "hey sweetheart, feeling better?"

You nodded, "tons better. It doesn't feel like someone is whacking the back of my head with a sledgehammer anymore. Come cuddle me?"

You didn't have to tell Jaehyun twice, he was kicking off his sneakers and getting rid of his jeans as fast as he could. He was at your side and pulling you to rest against his chest as fast as he could. He was breathless as he flicked on the lamp on his bedside table before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"I want to do something with you," you started, grabbing your phone from your side.

"You have to change your password before we make a sex tape. I don't want Haechan accidentally watching you like that or to watch us go at it intentionally," Jaehyun casually interrupts.

You swat at his chest, "I don't want to make a sex tape you pervert. I want to do another tiktok with you."

"This is going to be bad isn't it?"

"It depends on the filter," you giggle as you tap away at the screen. You click the filter and choose the appropriate length of time while Jaehyun ruffles his hair to perfection.

You start the video, holding it at an appropriate distance away, "so you have to rank different forms of affection you'd be ok with another guy doing to me."

"Like a family member or a random guy?" Jaehyun asks while the filter cycles through different options.

"However you decide to think about it-- ok, so the first one is a bath."

"Fuck no, number 10. Immediately," Jaehyun mumbles. "Next is hair... mmm number 3 I guess. You and Yuta do each other's hair all the time, so I'm already used to it."

You smile at him as the filter then lands on tickling, immediate 9 since you hate to be tickled. A comforting hug? A 5 as long as it's a quick one. A piggy back ride? 6 since you ask Johnny for those when you start drinking a little too much. Getting your cheeks squeezed? No, too cutesy-- number 8. A pat on the cheek? Too weird, number 7.

As he starts running out of open ranking spots, he starts to get more frustrated. "A massage? No, I don't want anyone massaging you! 4! Riding on someone's shoulders, no-- but ugh! I guess it has to be 2."

You both watch as the final form of affection comes to a stop on Jaehyun's forehead, you immediately burst out into laughter. Jaehyun laughs with you and the phone shakes.

"Oh this would have been number one anyway," Jaehyun manages to get out, "Mark would love this shit."

"Freak!" You screech as you end the video.

You both calm down, catching your breath as you rewatch the video, your free hand wiping away the tears at the corners of your eyes from laughing so hard.

Jaehyun nuzzles the top of your head with another groan, "don't make me do one of these again, please."

"As if you can tell me no," you snort out a laugh, "you know I will. And you'll say yes, because you love me."

"You can't keep using that against me."

"You act like I torture you. Oh noooo! My girlfriend makes me do funny videos with her, boohoo. I can walk out of this room and find at least three people, probably more, to do them instead of you."

His hold tightens around you as you hit post, "you're not doing these videos with anyone else."

"Jealous baby," you tease, placing a kiss to his t-shirt covered chest.

"You're annoying."

"Yeah, yeah, you love me."

visual of Jaehyun's rankings below the cut

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evie-sturns · 1 year ago

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𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 - 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘚𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘰

summary: you've been pissing chris off all day, accidentally knocking his stuff over, purposely teasing him in public, to the point where he starts to get seriously mad at you to the point where he has to put you in your place.

warnings: smut, rough!chris, use of safe word, argument, swearing.

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I didn't know that what i was doing was affecting chris this much, I mean, today has just been like any other. I hung out with my boyfriend of 2 months, chris, the whole day with his brothers and friends.

he seem's to be extra on edge today, ever since i broke one of his cologne bottles.

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hey chris, im just gonna head downstairs- SMASH

"oh fuck i'm so sorry i'll clean that up now-" i said, getting on my hands and knees and collecting the shards of black glass. "y/n just go downstairs, get out of my room please." chris spoke, glaring down at me. "i'm so sorry chris, i can buy you anothe-" i was cut off by him picking me up and placing me outside of his bedroom.

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me, chris, nathan, nick and matt are sitting on the sturniolos couch as the sun sets through the window to our right, a dim light fills the living room as matt and nick have an argument, god knows what its about.

im cudding up to chris's side, my leg resting over his thigh as he scrolls on his phone aimlessly. ive been sitting here for about an hour, i think chris is still pissed about the cologne bottle incident. i hate to admit it, but chris when hes mad is the hottest version of him.

i move my leg from his thigh up to his lap, using my leg to rub him very softly through his sweatpants. he grabs my leg, pushing it off him "stop that." he whispers, shaking his head at me. "stop what?" i ask, a guilty smile tugging at the corners of my lips as i move my leg back to its original position, applying more pressure on his crotch.

right before he's about to grab my leg again nathan starts - "whos up for top golf!" he says, looking around the room with a smile on his face. "nate its late." matt speaks, leaning back against the couch.

"so you're boring?" nate tuts.

"fine, only if the others go though." nick says, standing up off the couch. "chris, y/n?" he says, looking at us.

im about to agree but chris answers for me "were staying here." he says, his tone angry.

i look at chris with a confused look, but hes back to scrolling on his phone. "well me, matt and nate are going, we'll be a few hours." nick says, grabbing his coat and phone.

matt and nathan follow nick out the door, giving me and chris a small wave before slamming the front door shut.

chris stands up, leaving me on the couch, he faces me "what the fuck is wrong with you!" he yells. "what?" i say defensively, moving back against the couch, my eyes widening from the sudden raise of his voice.

"what!!??" he mocks, before starting

"this whole day you've been on my last nerve, and I'm sick of it. You've ruined half the shit in my room then you start touching up on my dick in front of my brothers?"

my jaw is slack, in pure shock as he flames me, i can't help my attitude start to build up, i scoff "not my fault you've been sensitive and pissy all day, sorry that im clumsy today?" i bite back, rolling my eyes.

chris stares at me "you have no respect for any of my shit, youve gone and shattered my $450 cologne that nick got me and you expect me to be happy? pathetic." he yells.

a few tears drop from my eyes, i don't know why. his words aren't hurting me but he knows i can't deal with people yelling at me. my attitude keeps up though "if you're gonna be so sensitive go cry in your room christopher." i fold my arms.

chris storms out of the living room, slamming the door to the bathroom shut.

i wipe my eyes before standing up, running upstairs into chris's room. its already been decided that im staying the night here by nick, so i decide to get into my pyjamas.

i pull my shirt off over my head, revealing my white lacy bra which i especially wore for chris, i was expecting a different evening with us.

suddenly i hear the bedroom door open behind me, chris storms in before walking up to me, i swing my body around to look at him. he grabs me by my throat, i gasp loudly as he grabs me, throwing me down on the mattress.

i sink my teeth into my bottom lip as i look up at him, before pulling him down into an angry kiss. he pulls away, ripping off his shirt. "built up a bit of an attitude today haven't you?" he mumbles, yanking my shorts and panties off in one motion.

he reaches a hand under me onto my back, flipping me over onto my stomach.

he grabs my ankles, forcing me onto all fours. i whine, desperatly. "so needy aren't you." he says, yanking down his sweatpants. i look over my shoulder at him.

"hand behind your back." he demands, putting his hand out. i put my hands behind my back, chris grabs both of my wrists with one hand. holding them, forcing me to arch.

"chirs.." i groan, squirming slightly, his hand collides with my clit. "fuck!" i yelp, chris shushes me "why do you think you deserve my dick after giving me such an attitude today hm?"

he lines himself up with me, pulling my wrists closer to him, my chest and head are fully off the bed as my back arches more then i knew it ever could.

without warning her slams into me, i let out a loud cry from the sudden stretch. "dont. make. a noise." he says, slamming into me at a brutal pace. i let out pathetic whimpers as i'm held in place by him.

he reaches his spare hand round, shoving two fingers in my mouth.

chris has never been like this in bed, im in total shock as he fucks the attitude out of me.

without warning i clench around him, releasing the knot in my stomach. his thrusts don't slow, i wouldn't be wrong if i said they quickened.

im so sensitive, my vision blurry as he takes what he needs from me.

we've had a safe word established for a while, we made it while we were in a stupid mood, so it has a stupid name. 'dinosaur' , but ive never even thought about using it until now.

"chris.. chris chris." i groan, tears streaming down my face from the intensity. "fuck- d-dinosaur" i cry out, chris stops thrusting instantly, checking to see if he heard right.

"dinosaur.." i whisper.

chris pulls out instantly, he gently releases the painful grip on my wrists, as he collapses down next to me, sitting on the bed, pulling me onto his lap in a cradling me.

"hey hey.. don't cry sweetheart." he whispers into my hair, grabbing his shirt and pulling it onto me. "are you alright baby? too much?" he coos, rubbing my arms. "please speak to me gorgeous."

i nod into his chest, "im fine, just sensitive.." i stammer.

"oh okay i'm so sorry" he says, pure guilt in his voice as he stands up, holding me like a bride.

suddenly i let out a small laugh, he looks down, confusion painted across his face.

"wait.. whats funny?" he questions

"what were we thinking when we came up with that safeword." i laugh into his chest.

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this might be my last fic for a few days cause school is starting up tomorrow.

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starboye · 2 months ago

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beach day with rafe cameron

the sounds of cicadas buzzing in the air and the feeling of the cool air blowing through the room, you and rafe layed beside each other, both doing something on your phone, rafe probably handling work business while you definitely scrolled through tik tok

"lets go to the beach" you broke the silence to suggest something more fun than whatever this was " im down" rafe was quick to agree, he also wanted to do something a little more fun, and like that you were both roaming around the large house grabbing stuff for the trip

you know like the necessities, sunscreen, towels, and a cooler full of some sandwiches, fruit, and drinks before rafe was grabbing the keys and you were both out the door, as you drove to the beach you admired the kook side of the island, the large extravagant house with the nice cars in the driveways

putting your hand out the window to feel the wind in between your fingers, it was nice, pulling up to the sandy escape from the boring town was something you never got tired of, the waves crashing on the shore, the sun bouncing off the water was just beautiful

grabbing all the stuff (mainly rafe because well he's the one with the muscles) and carrying it all the way to lay on a good spot away from the other people but with a great view of the water, setting downs your chairs and other stuff before trying to dash off to the water

but sadly rafe catches you just before you can and brings you back "sunscreen" he says bringing out a bottle of it to squirt in his hand and rub all over you body "i could've done this myself you know" you roll your eyes wanting to get in the water as fast as possible

"sure you would have" he chuckles to himself rubbing the last little bit on before letting you run off, while you splashed and dove in the water rafe set up your chair and popped open the cooler to grab a beer while laying back, every now and then he'd look up just to check on you, either seeing you swimming or collecting seashells

"hold these for me" you tell him dumping the shells on his chest before going back to look for more, he was annoyed by it at first but soon just let it happen, taking the time to clean the sand off of them for you before you came back

"what do you even plan on doing with these" he asks taking a sip from his beer "making a necklace" you say grabbing the shells from his chest and butting them in a jar you found "come get in the water with me" you asked covering your eyes from the glaring sun to get a good look at rafe "why i thought only you wanted to swim" he huffs but quickly folds when you give him the stare.

"fine but only for a little bit" he walks to the water with you but is quickly shocked when you push him into the water "oh it is so on" he laughs wiping the water from his face before chasing you around in the water, you splashing him to try and escape while you both giggle and laugh.

when he finally catches you he lifts you in the air by your waist before kissing you "unfair, you're so much faster than me" you make an excuse while still laughing "well we can do a rematch later right now im hungry" rafe says carrying you back to your spot on the beach and setting you down in your chair like royalty.

he takes out two sandwiches and gives one to you and you both just sit on the beach talking and eating until finally packing up to leave, the sun was setting and it made a perfect color in the sky, the moment you sat down in the passenger seat and rafes trucks started moving you were out like a light, i gotta say it was a good day.

xoxo, starboye💋

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authortelevision · 8 months ago

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you’re mine₊˚⊹♡

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♯┆jealous george clarke, blow jobs, degradation, slut shaming, smut

you confess to george that you used to have a fan account about chrismd but when george finds the account himself you realise how possessive george can be and how much he wants you to know you’re only his

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hello hello !! this could technically be a part 2 to jealous george but you can also read it on its own

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You were sitting cross-legged on George’s bed, leaning against the headboard as he stretched out beside you, scrolling through his phone. His legs brushed against yours occasionally, and though it was casual, the closeness reminded you of how much you loved being his.

“I need to tell you something,” you said, your voice hesitant as you picked at a thread on the hem of your sweater.

George glanced up at you, sensing your unease. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, exactly…” You exhaled, cheeks already heating. “It’s just… okay, you have to promise not to get mad.”

He sat up a little straighter, narrowing his eyes. “That’s not a good start. What did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything!” you said quickly, clutching a pillow to your chest. “It’s just… it’s something kind of embarrassing. About me. And, um… Chris.”

George’s expression shifted instantly, his jaw tightening ever so slightly. “Chris?” he repeated, his voice just a bit cooler. “What about Chris?”

You winced. “So, in 2020, I, um… I had a fan account for him.”

George blinked, clearly trying to process what you’d just said. And then, he laughed. But it wasn’t his usual easy, full laugh. This one sounded slightly forced, like he was trying to play it off.

“A fan account? For Chris?” he asked, his voice rising incredulously.

“Yes!” you groaned, burying your face in your hands. “I’m so embarrassed. I don’t know why I’m telling you this.”

George didn’t say anything for a moment, and when you peeked up at him, his lips were pressed into a thin line.

“So, what kind of fan account are we talking here?” he asked, a little too casually. “Were you posting thirst traps of him or something?”

“What? No!” you exclaimed, horrified. “It was just, like… appreciation posts! Pictures from his games, funny things he said in his videos, that sort of stuff.”

George let out a short laugh, but there was a tightness in his jaw that you couldn’t miss. “Right. Just a harmless little crush, then?”

“It wasn’t a crush!” you said quickly, the heat in your cheeks intensifying. “It was 2020. I was bored, and Chris just happened to be… entertaining.”

“Entertaining,” George repeated, his tone flat.

You groaned, throwing the pillow at him. “Oh my god, stop making it weird!”

“I’m not the one who made it weird,” he shot back, catching the pillow but holding onto it like he needed something to fidget with. “You’re the one confessing to having a fan account for Chris of all people.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, catching the edge in his voice. “George… are you jealous?”

“Jealous?” he repeated, scoffing. “Of Chris? Don’t be ridiculous.”

But the way he tossed the pillow aside a little too forcefully and crossed his arms said otherwise.

“You are jealous,” you said, a teasing grin breaking across your face despite your embarrassment.

“I’m not jealous,” he insisted, though his gaze flicked away from yours. “It’s just… it’s Chris. The guy who leaves his gym socks all over the flat and takes 45-minute showers. That’s who you thought was worthy of a fan account?”

You laughed, leaning closer to him. “It was years ago, George. I didn’t even know you or him back then.”

“Yeah, well,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair, “if I’d known, I would’ve made sure to stop it.”

“Oh, really?” you teased, nudging him with your shoulder. “And how exactly would you have done that?”

His eyes finally met yours, and there was an ounce of something possessive in them. “By making sure you knew there were better options.”

Your breath caught for a moment before you shook your head, laughing softly. “George, it wasn’t that deep. I wasn’t in love with him or anything.”

He huffed, still looking unimpressed. “Good. Because if I have to hear one more time about how Chris is ‘underrated’ or whatever…”

“Oh my god,” you said, groaning dramatically. “I regret telling you this already.”

George’s lips twitched into a smirk, though the jealousy still lingered in his eyes. “You know, I think I should make my own fan account. Post appreciation pictures of myself and see how you like it.”

You rolled your eyes, leaning over to kiss him lightly. “I’d be your biggest fan, George. You know that.”

His smirk softened into a genuine smile as he pulled you closer. “Good. Because I don’t want to compete with Chris for your attention.”

“You’re so weird,” you said, laughing as you settled into his arms.

“And you’re mine,” he murmured, the words warming your cheeks.

Chris might’ve been entertaining once, but sitting there with George, having him kiss all over your face, you couldn’t imagine ever thinking of anyone else. That was until now.

George had been distant all day. Usually, he’d find ways to hover near you, cracking jokes or stealing bites of your food just to make you roll your eyes. But today, he barely said a word. Instead, he spent most of the day holed up in his room or deliberately avoiding you in the flat.

At first, you thought maybe he was just having an off day, everyone had them. But when he brushed past you in the hallway without so much as a glance, it started to feel deliberate.

“George?” you called after him as he walked into his room, shutting the door behind him without a word.

Your patience finally snapped. You marched down the hall, pushed open his door without knocking, and slammed it shut behind you.

“What the hell is your problem?” you demanded, arms crossed as you glared at him.

George was standing by his desk, his back to you, his shoulders stiff. When he finally turned around, there was something sharp in his eyes that made your stomach twist uncomfortably.

“You know what’s the problem?” he said, his voice low but brimming with frustration. “You. You’re the problem.”

You blinked, stunned. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

He stepped closer, his jaw tight. “I found it, by the way.”

“Found what?” you asked, your confusion genuine.

“The account,” he said, his voice cold. “Your fan account. The one you swore was harmless.”

You stared at him, your heart sinking. “Wait—how did you—”

“I looked for it,” he snapped, cutting you off. “And you lied to me. All those posts, all those things you wrote about him, how much you wanted him…” His voice cracked slightly, his frustration boiling over. “And you let him flirt with you, knowing you used to feel that way.”

“George,” you said, shaking your head, “what are you talking about? I told you, it wasn’t like that—”

“Don’t lie to me,” he interrupted, his voice louder now. “You wanted to fuck him, didn’t you?” George’s voice was sharp, accusing, the words slicing through the air like a knife.

“Excuse me?” you spoke back, stunned and furious. “That’s not fair, George. I never—”

“Don’t lie to me,” he interrupted again, his tone raising, his frustration spilling over. “You can’t seriously expect me to believe you made all those posts about him, said all those things, and didn’t mean it.”

“It was years ago!” you shouted, your voice shaking with anger. “It was a stupid, meaningless thing I did when I was bored and stuck at home. I wasn’t thinking—”

“Yeah, well, I’m thinking about it now,” he shot back, stepping closer. “Thinking about the way he looks at you, the way you let him flirt with you—”

“I don’t let him do anything!” you cut him off, your face hot with frustration. “Chris was just being Chris. I didn’t take it seriously, and neither should you!”

"Oh, come on," George scoffed, shaking his head, his jaw tight. "You're telling me there's nothing left from that ‘stupid crush’? That part of you doesn't like the attention?"

“George what the fuck is wrong with you?”

He paused for a moment, his eyes scanning your face as he exhales, forcefully biting his lip, enough to leave an indent. “Wrong with me? The only thing wrong with me is the fact I thought a relationship with a slut like you would ever work out.”

Your breath caught in your throat, his words slamming into you like a physical blow. A mix of shock and rage surged through you, your body stiffening as the full weight of what he’d just said sank in.

“What the fuck did you just say?” you fought back, your voice low and trembling, your hands curling into fists at your sides.

George’s jaw clenched, his chest rising and falling as he looked at you, his face hard and unreadable. For a moment, he looked like he wanted to take it back, but then his expression hardened again, his voice cutting.

“You heard me.”

“No.” You took a step forward, your anger blazing. “Say it again, George. I dare you.”

He stayed silent, his lips pressing into a thin line as his gaze flicked away from you, like he couldn’t bear to look at the fury in your eyes.

“You’re unbelievable,” you spat, your voice breaking slightly despite your best efforts. “After everything, after all the times I’ve told you how much I care about you, this is what you think of me?”

“I didn’t mean—”

“Don’t,” you snapped, cutting him off. “Don’t you fucking dare say you didn’t mean it. You don’t get to throw a word like that at me and act like it’s nothing.”

George finally looked at you, his eyes filled with something raw and painful that made your stomach twist. “I’m sorry,” he muttered, his voice rough.

“Sorry doesn’t cut it, George,” you shot back. “You don’t trust me. You don’t believe me when I say I don’t want Chris. And now you’re calling me a slut? What the hell is wrong with you?”

He raked a hand through his hair, frustration radiating off him in waves. “I don’t know, okay? I don’t fucking know! I just—”

“What?” you demanded, stepping even closer. “You just what? Go on, say it.”

His hands clenched at his sides, his voice rising. “I just hate the way he looks at you! The way he talks to you like he’s got a chance, like I’m not even in the fucking picture!”

You stared at him, your anger warring with confusion. “And that’s my fault? You think I encourage him?”

“I don’t know!” George burst out, his voice breaking. “I don’t know what to think anymore! I just—”

His words faltered as he looked at you, his eyes dark and stormy with emotions he didn’t know how to express.

“You just what?” you whispered, your voice quieter now but no less fierce.

He exhaled shakily, his shoulders slumping slightly. “I just— I can’t stand the thought of anyone else having you.”

You opened your mouth to respond, a mix of anger and confusion bubbling to the surface, but before you could even form a sentence, George surged forward. His lips crashed against yours, the force of it silencing any protest you might have had.

You froze for a second, startled by the suddenness of it, your mind spinning. But then his hands cupped your face, holding you in place, and the desperation in the kiss pulled you under.

It wasn’t sweet or careful—it was messy and raw, all teeth and tongue as he kissed you like he was trying to prove something. You hesitated, the weight of your unresolved argument hanging heavy, but then his hands slid to your waist, pulling you against him, and you gave in.

Your fingers fisted in the fabric of his shirt as you kissed him back, meeting his intensity with your own. It was chaotic, your breaths mingling as you stumbled together, his body pressing into yours until the edge of the bed hit the backs of your knees.

You fell back onto the mattress, George following without hesitation. His weight pinned you down as his lips trailed from your mouth to your jaw, then lower, finding the soft curve of your neck. He kissed you there, the sensation sharp and hot.

His hands gripped your waist, sliding under your shirt just enough for his fingers to brush your bare skin. Every touch, every kiss felt frantic, like he was trying to erase the fight, the tension, and every trace of doubt you’d left between you.

“George…” you managed, your voice breaking as you tried to catch your breath, your fingers gripping his shoulders.

But he didn’t stop, didn’t let you finish. His lips pressed harder against your neck, his teeth biting down on your skin in a way that made you gasp.

“Don’t,” he muttered against your neck, his voice thick. “Don’t say anything right now.”

And so you didn’t. Instead, you let him keep going, the messy desperation between you spilling over as he kissed you like he needed you to understand exactly what he felt, whether or not he could find the words to say it.

George pinned your wrists to the sides of your head, his eyes blazing with a primal lust. Your arms landed on the soft sheets, your heart racing as he loomed over you, his body casting a shadow across your trembling form.

"You're mine," he growled, his voice thick with passion. "And I'm going to remind you of that."

With that, he took both your wrists in one hand, using the other to rip your shirt open, buttons flying across the room, exposing your breasts. His hands, rough and calloused, cupped your flesh, squeezing and kneading, causing you to arch your back and moan in pleasure.

"Oh, George..." you panted, your nipples hardening under his touch. "Please..."

He leaned down, his lips capturing one of your nipples, sucking and biting gently. His free hand trailed down your stomach, fingers tracing the outline of your underwear, teasing the damp fabric.

"You're so wet for me," he murmured against your skin, his breath hot on your sensitive breasts. "Tell me, who makes you feel like this?"

"You do," you whispered, your voice scratchy. "Only you, George. No one else can make me feel this way."

His hand slipped into your underwear, his fingers finding your throbbing clit, circling it and pressing down. You bucked against his touch, your hips rising off the bed, seeking more of his touch.

"That's right," he growled, his voice filled with satisfaction. "Only I can make you come like this. Only I can fuck you."

As his fingers worked, you felt your orgasm building quicker than usual, a tidal wave of pleasure threatening to consume you. Your body trembled, and you clutched at the sheets, desperate for release.

"Please, George..." you begged, your voice a mere whisper. "Make me come... I’m only yours."

George's fingers quickened their pace, his thumb pressing against your sensitivity. "Come for me, you little slut. Show me how much you want it."

The pleasure became unbearable, and with a cry, you climaxed, your body shaking every feeling of ecstasy washed over you. George's fingers continued their relentless touches, milking every last drop of pleasure from your quivering body.

As your orgasm subsided, George withdrew his hand, leaving you breathless and worthless. He stood at the edge of the bed, his eyes burning with a possessive gleam.

"Fuck, you really are desperate for someone to fuck you," he said, his voice filled with satisfaction. "Now, get on your knees, and show me how much you’re mine."

You didn't hesitate. You wanted to please him, to submit to his every desire. Slowly, you rose to your knees, your eyes locked on his, a silent promise to make him feel good.

George's cock, already hard and straining against his jeans, made your mouth water in desperation. You reached out, your fingers trembling as you unzipped his fly, eager to set it free. As his length sprang forth, you couldn't help but gasp at the sight.

"Suck it," he commanded, his voice rough. "Show me how much of a slut you are for me."

You leaned forward, your lips parting to take him in. His thick cock filled your mouth, and you moaned around it, the taste and feel of him driving you wild. George's hands gripped your hair, guiding your movements, controlling the pace.

"That's it, babygirl," he grunted, his hips thrusting gently as his tugged at your hair laced around his fingers. "Take it all, take me deep into your throat."

You obeyed, your mouth working faster as his commands spur you on, your tongue licking the slit on the top of his head, tasting his salty pre-cum. His hand moved from your hair to cradle your face in his large hand forcing you to look up at him through your eyelashes.

"You're such a good girl," he growled. "Make me come right down your throat."

You paused for a moment to take him out of your mouth letting his cock rest on your tongue. George's breathing became ragged, and you could feel his cock twitching in your mouth, a sure sign he was close to the edge. You wrapped your mouth around him once more, sucking eagerly as he thrusted aggressively into your wet mouth.

With a final, powerful motion, George came, his hot cum flooding your mouth. You swallowed proudly, savouring the taste of him. He held your head in place, his hips jerking as he emptied himself into your willing mouth.

As he withdrew, you looked up at him, your eyes shining with satisfaction as you licked your bottom lip of the last of him. George's face was that of pure love, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

"You look so beautiful," he confessed, his voice husky. "You’re mine, you know that, only mine my love."

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a/n: thank you so much to @arthurhillmastermind for all your help on this fic !!

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httpsghostie · 2 years ago

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Can I Call You Tonight?

got this silly idea from a reel, so I'm in silly neighbor ghost mood

summary: you watered simon's dying plants.

wc: 1,2k

warnings: pure fluff, ghost x f!reader

Simon was always working, either buried in paperwork or fighting for his dear life. He couldn’t complain, though, it was the life he chose to have. He’d rented this apartment because it was near his work and as he said, he could always go walking. It didn’t cost much to live in that area, and he believed he didn’t need more than that apartment could offer.

The relatively low cost was exactly the reason you chose this building, it could use some renovation but you were happy to be starting a new cycle of your life. Finally moving out, finally living alone, it was all you could’ve asked for.

Living there was great, you loved it. It was so chill it was almost boring, so when you found this silly thing to do, it became your favorite activity.

Looking diagonally down from your balcony, a neighbor of yours had a few sad-looking plants that could really use some water. That being said, you could give a little hand for them to come back to life. You grabbed your squeeze water bottle and poured down some water on the plants, trying not to wet his entire balcony as you did so.

It became your silly little thing, watering that person’s plant like you were taking care of a child, but watching as it slowly came to life again was priceless.

And Simon, well, he did notice something was different. As he smoked his cigarette, late at night on the balcony after arriving from his three week duty, he noticed the plant coming back to life again.

“Well, this is odd.” He said, grabbing his phone from the pocket and taking a picture of it.

“Why did you send me a photo of your plant?” Johnny called as soon as he saw the picture.

“It was dead when I left.” He said.

“Ok?”

“I didn’t water it while I was gone.”

“Ok… so, someone watered it for you?” Johnny chuckled.

“Negative. No one has my keys.” Simon said in a low tone.

“Maybe it revived on its own.” If Johnny could see him right now, he’d laugh at his deadpan.

“I don’t- why did I even text you. Someone could’ve broken in.”

“And what? Water your plants everyday and leave your stuff behind? Seems unusual.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

“Go rest, Lt, you deserve it.”

Simon stood there for a while, contemplating the events and then deciding he was overreacting. It wasn’t until he woke up in the morning, having slept on his couch, and heard the noise of water running. He jumped on his feet to check if he didn’t leave the sink open, but as he came back to his living room, he was able to see a small stream of water from his balcony.

“Ay, ay.” He opened the door, looking at where the water was coming; your apartment. Your cheeks immediately flushed as you noticed you’d spilled water in not only his plants, but him. You’d been on the phone, leaning on the balcony and holding the water bottle as you scrolled on your social media, and him yelling made you lose balance and drop your phone, and the chain of events unfolded way too fast.

You quickly let go of the water bottle and ran downstairs, only to meet him in his wet shirt, looking at your fucked up phone on the concrete. “I’ll get you a new one, I’m sorry.” He mumbled, turning to face you. “Simon.” He gave you his hand.

“Y/n.” You said with a pout, shaking his hand. You crouched, grabbing your now obviously dead phone and analyzing it. “I’m sorry for… well, for this.” You pointed at the wet patch on his shirt and he smiled.

“It’s nothing, it’ll dry off.” He said, watching as you almost finger punched your clearly not working phone. “Have you tried turning it off and turning it back on?” He chuckled, following you back to the building.

“Fuck off.” You rolled your eyes at him, but ended up laughing along. “Have you tried putting your shirt on rice?”

“Good one.” He smiled. He was so… handsome. Where was he the whole time you’ve been living there? You two got in the elevator, and he pressed the buttons of his and yours floors. “So it’s you who’s been watering my plants.”

“They were dehydrated. You’re a bad parent.” You said.

“I was at work.” He quickly said, and you mumbled a small ‘oh’. “Anyway, thank you. I was going to throw them out. They look good.”

“No, it’s fine.” You smiled.

“So, give me your number so I can let you know when I get your new phone.” He said as the elevator came to a stop. “Oh, you don’t have one.” He laughed as he watched your expressionless face. “Wanna come to my place to talk about it?”

He held the door open, waiting for your reaction, and immediately smiled as you walked out of the elevator with him. He opened his door for you, letting you step inside, then got in and closed it behind him.

“Make yourself at home.” He said as he passed in front of you, taking his shirt off. Oh, bloody hell.

Oh, fuckfuckfuck. Shit. He was so fine. No, fine was an understatement. His body was definitely sculpted by gods, definitely. He was absolutely breathtaking, he was ripped and toned in all the right places, and the scars on his torso only enhanced his attractiveness. He was the living embodiment of attractiveness.

You blinked desperately, trying to look away.

“Wow, this… this is not-” you choked out.

“What’s wrong with ‘ya?” He asked, coming back with a new shirt in hands and a really, really wide grin. Something about him playing innocent was flipping something inside of you. He made sure to stay right in front of you as he put a dry shirt on.

You looked away in embarrassment, you must’ve been overthinking.

“Want some tea?” He asked, snapping you back to reality. You nodded, and he went to the kitchen.

You sat on his couch, looking around his apartment, finding a few pictures of people in the army. “You don’t spend a lot of time here, do you?” You asked as he came back with two mugs in his hand.

“What makes you think that?” He handed you a mug.

You pointed at the dusty frame and he walked to your side, picking it up. “Where’s you?”

“Who do you think it’s me?” He chuckled. There was a man in a skull mask, holding a dog to his shoulder, and your little frown was adorable to his eyes. He pointed towards him, and you made an unsurprised ‘ah’.

“I knew it, the tattoos gave it away.” You smiled, watching as he put the frame down again.

“Yes, they did.” He mumbled, chuckling his way to the couch, where he gestured for you to sit.

“I have to say, you look better without the mask, by the way.”

“Thanks. It’s uncomfortable to wear it.”

“I believe…”

The next minutes passed with an awkward silence until he finally spoke again.

“So, I don’t know a lot about phones. I suggest we go out together to get you a new one.”

That smooth bastard.

“Like a date.” You said.

“Like me taking you out to get a new phone.”

“A date.” You laughed.

He sighed, rubbing his temple.

“Yes, a date.”

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nottellingofname · 1 month ago

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I wish that I could wake up with amnesia - Toji Fushiguro

One missed call Megumi Listen to voicemail? Yes / No

15 June

Hey. Uh… hey, Dad.

It’s… it’s Megumi. Yeah. Uh, I mean, you probably figured that. I just… yeah.

Happy Father's Day. I guess.

I, um… I haven't really said that in a while. Or… ever? Maybe once when I was a kid. I don’t remember.

Anyway… today was… well, I thought it was gonna be the same as usual. Y'know. Quiet. Kinda boring. I was just gonna stay in. Watch something dumb on TV. Nothing too loud.

Usually, Yuji or Nobara — they’re… they’re my friends — usually they’d drag me out, but they were doing stuff today. So.

Yeah.

I figured it’d just be another day. Nothing special.

But, uh… someone showed up. This… girl. Not—not like that, I mean… well. Sort of like that. I don’t know. She brought ramen. My favourite, actually. I didn’t even ask. She just… remembered, I guess.

I didn’t slam the door in her face, so that’s something.

We ate. Talked a bit. Nothing deep. Just… stuff.

But she said something. Kinda threw me off. She talked about her dads — she had, like… two. One was a mess. The other just sort of stood there and watched her try to figure everything out herself. And I don’t know, I… it made me think.

About you.

You're still around. I think. I hope. And you… you did stuff. Even when I was being difficult. Even when I was just… shutting everything out.

I know you’re still paying for school. I never said thanks for that. I should’ve.

She said father figures can’t fill the space of the real thing. I guess that kind of stuck.

And I remembered, when I was a kid, I… I wanted you to notice me. A lot. Probably too much. But you were tired. I get that now.

It’s not an excuse, but… it makes sense. Sort of. Life’s… exhausting.

And now I’ve got someone who—who sees all that, and doesn’t run.

Anyway.

I was just thinking about you. And mom. I don’t remember her, not really. But you did. And after she was gone, something changed.

You changed.

I didn’t understand it back then. I think I might be starting to now.

So…

Yeah. I miss you.

Happy Father’s Day. Again. Uh… if you’re still listening. Or… if you even get this.

Yeah. Okay.

End of voicemail.

Toji sat in the dark, phone clutched in one hand, thumb paused over the button like it had a pulse. He’d already played it—twelve, thirteen times now—but the words clung to him like smoke. Wouldn’t let him breathe.

He could still picture the sky from that day. Ugly purple clouds dragging their weight across the horizon, like someone had bruised the whole sky.

You’d stood in front of him with that look—the one that always came before something you didn’t want to say. And even now, all these years later, he could still hear it in your voice. The shake you tried to hide.

“Toji,” you said, and something inside him had buckled.

“I’m heading out for that Germany trip.”

You’d said it so quietly. Like if you kept your voice soft enough, it wouldn’t break his heart.

You left chasing a future. One where you got to be more than just his girl. A mother. A wife. Someone whole.

You never made it back.

Some days, Toji wished he could wake up and not remember any of it. Not the feel of your fingers curled against his chest. Not the sound of your laugh when he made some dumb joke. Not the way you used to look at him like he was worth saving.

He’s not fine. Hasn’t been in a long time.

Your pictures are still in his phone. He scrolls through them sometimes like he’s looking for proof. Some are printed, taped crookedly to the wall in his bedroom. He tells himself he likes having them there. But most days, they just make the room feel colder.

It’s hard to hear your name now. Harder to say it. Like if he says it too loud, the world might remember you and realize it’s made a mistake letting you go.

And Megumi…

He was the only thing that made you real again. Flesh and blood proof that you had once lived and loved and left pieces of yourself behind.

Now even Megumi’s gone. Not gone-gone, but distant. As he should be.

Toji had made you a promise once. Swore he’d take care of things. Take care of him.

He hasn’t. Not the way you deserved.

God, he should’ve tried harder. Should’ve been softer. Should’ve been better.

Instead, he’s just a man sitting alone in a dark room, playing a voicemail over and over again. Listening for something he’s afraid he’ll never hear again.

Ring… Ring… Ring…

Hey. Uh… hey, Megumi.

It’s… it’s me. Toji. Your, uh… yeah. Your dad.

Thanks for, uh… reaching out. That was… unexpected. In a good way.

Sorry I missed the call. I was… knocked out cold. Not like, knocked out, knocked out—just… asleep. Old bones, I guess. Not as sharp as I used to be.

Would’ve picked up if I could. Wouldn’t ignore you, not on purpose.

Yesterday kinda sucked, to be honest. Sat through some reruns. Don’t even remember what I watched. Something loud. Or maybe not. Anyway.

Glad to hear you’ve got… people. Friends. That’s good. Sounds like they look out for you. And you’re letting them, which… well, that’s not nothing.

Your friend, the ramen one… she sounds smart. Or nosy. Maybe both. But… yeah. If she’s helping you talk about this kind of stuff, she’s alright in my book. Wouldn’t mind meeting her. Once I… sort some things out. Get my act together.

And, uh… yeah. Of course you’re still my kid. You always were.

Megumi means “blessing,” you know. You probably looked that up already. I didn’t care what you were, just… that you made it. That you were here.

When your mom and I had you, I… we really wanted to do it right. Clean house, clean living. White picket fence, all that American TV crap. Didn’t really work out that way, huh?

After she died… it felt like the floor just gave out. I didn’t know how to stand up after that. Didn’t know how to be around people, especially not… small ones. Like you.

That wasn’t fair. I know. You didn’t ask for any of that.

You should, uh… visit her sometime. Bring flowers. She liked lilies. Or tulips? Crap. I should know that. I’ll go too. Been meaning to.

And uh… Happy Father’s Day, I guess. To you too. You made me one. I didn’t really think I’d ever get to be a dad. Let alone yours.

I know I messed up a lot of that. But if you’ll let me, maybe I can… I don’t know. Try again?

I’d like to be around. If you want that.

Anyway. That’s… yeah. That’s it. Call me sometime. Or don’t. But, uh… preferably call.

Also—small thing, but—I didn’t pay your tuition. Like, at all. You should probably check that. Might be a clerical error or like, embezzlement or something.

Alright. Yeah. Later, kid.

Bye.

End of call.

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seraphxoxo11 · 12 days ago

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I’m busy imagining a love interest for Sasuke Uchiha (it’s you btw) who for some reason is obsessed with like ancient weapons and techniques. Always lookin for new stuff

You defected with him just because you were bored and ik that sounds lame but I can’t come up with a good backstory rn

SOMEHOW you landed an Uchiha for yourself. Now listen to my idea.

This takes place in Shippuden idc when.

Sasuke sits in a comfortable silence on his futon inside a dimly lit room deep inside one of Orochimarus caves. After training he liked to refocus by himself for a while.

This silence was quickly ruined as soon as he heard footsteps running rapidly down the hall and coming to a stop in front of his door. However, this didn’t brother him.

He continued breathing deeply with his eyes closed before his door cracked open slightly allowing a head to peak in.

There you were, the girl that had dropped everything to be with him, or maybe you were just in it for the experience, it’s not like you had anyone back home for you anyway, you were an orphan like him.

“Hey, Uchiha.” You started slowly “I’ve got a tip from someone that there’s a rare genjutsu inducing sword, while I’m not entirely sure it’s real I’m bored so.. wanna check it out?”

He slowly cracked an eye open to stare at you.

“How would that be of any use to us? I have a Sharingan, that’s enough genjutsu for the both of us..” he stated clearly uninterested in this impromptu adventure proposal.

You frowned. “What if you’re not there? What if I get attacked and I can only defend myself using genjutsu?” You moved closer to him, hands on your hips

“You have many other useful skills and can easily win a battle without genjutsu.” He calmly explained.

“Yeah but… ugh you’re so lame.” You groaned,“Maybe you’re just worried that the sword could do better genjutsu than you…” you muttered loud enough for him to hear.

“Stop trying to purposefully make me upset. It won’t work.” He replied undeterred

“Oh yeah? Well I guess I’ll just find someone else to go with me huh?” You turned sharply on your heel and walked towards the door.

Unfortunately Sasuke couldn’t bear the thought of you going on this trip with someone other than him. He liked to see the way your face lit up when you obtained a new scroll or weapon.

Who else would be able to protect you if there were high level enemies nearby. Although you were completely capable.. it’s just being safe right?

Counting in your head before you reached the door

“5, 4, 3, 2…” you thought slowly.

Sure enough he sighed, slightly annoyed.

“What direction is the sword located.” He grumbled while standing up

Your mood did a complete 360 and you were in front of him before he could get his second sigh out smiling brightly.

“It’s really not that far! It’s actually just a bit North of here.” You replied excitedly

“Hn..”

You stared at him expectantly.

His frown deepened slightly and he walked past you gently brushing your arm with his.

“Well? Are we going to see if this is real or not?” He asked without looking at you.

Smiling wider than before you skipped over to him and hooked your arm around his.

“I knew you’d say yes! You’re not a horrible brooding king after all!” You replied smugly.

“Y/n.” He warned

“Okayokay…”

Even though he didn’t wanna admit it, he preferred being with you over you picking someone else, and he also would’ve said yes anyway.

Okay tell me what u think okay bye ily

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therantsofawriterrr · 1 year ago

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Hey love 💝 would you think about doing a Bucky Barnes imagine where he's madly in love with Wanda's best friend, who often visits the Compound. One day you're also over seeing Wanda but she's still in a Meeting or something, so you end up alone in the living area when Bucky gets there after training. First he doesn't notice you staring at him all shower-wet and half naked but eventually he notices you and gets all shy. Just until you simply walk up to him and kiss him, which he happily returns. You both end up in his bedroom, making love and cuddle afterwards where you both finally admit your feelings for each other. In the end you fall asleep naked and cuddled together. And that's just how Wanda and the others find you after searching for you the whole day. I hope it's not weird and okay with you 🫶🏼🩷 thank you !

Warnings: use of l/n and y/n once (never thought I'd ever be typing that, but ig there's a first time for everything), SMUT UNDER THE CUT MDNI, fluff too hehe, anyway tell me if i missed anything

A/N: Hello, sorry for the vvvvvv late reply, i changed stuff a bit i think, i hope you like it🫶🩷

Being the absolute SIMP he is, Bucky would absolutely always be asking Wanda about you, if you'd be visiting, and just trying to fish for information.

Being Wanda's bestie meant having a good rapport with the Avengers, the security guard and the receptionist. You were there pretty often, so even FRIDAY could tell it was you so she just gave you entry.

You always did whip out your phone to open the camera in the elevator though, just in case your hair was weird or something was stuck in your teeth. It was usually likely that the adorable but dangerous Bucky Barnes was there amongst the others, and even though you didn't talk much, you'd developed a crush on him because of his sweet clumsy antics around you.

So, just like any other day, you were in the elevator, expecting Wanda to come running over to hug her as soon as the doors slid open. But, surprisingly, there was no one.

Even as you walked out, there wasn't anyone on the couch watching TV, or anyone in the kitchen getting a coffee or anything.

"Hey, FRIDAY?" You called out.

"Yes, Miss L/N?" The machine replied.

"Where is everyone?" You asked next.

"Most of them are in a meeting, Miss L/N. It will take some time to finish, I'm afraid."

"Oh," you said, looking around the empty room.

"Shall I call Miss Maximoff and tell her you're here?"

"No, that's okay," you dismissed, batting a hand as you plopped down on the couch. "I can wait."

After about ten minutes, you got bored. You didn't feel like scrolling or playing on your phone, so you just sighed, setting your elbows on your knees and your face in your hands.

Some heavy footsteps made your ears perk up though, and you turned your head to look at the person who'd just walked into the hall.

And then, immediately, your mind produced just one sound.

AWOOOGA!

Because apparently, Bucky in low-slung grey sweatpants and nothing on top made you think of that.

Bucky, on the other hand, wasn't able to breathe because of the endearing scene that was your cheeks squished in your own hands.

He had the urge to peck the lips that were open in a small o, to trace the shape of those soft lips.

You looked a bit shocked, and for good reason. Case in point:

He was half naked. His nipples were staring into your soul. You liked it.

There was one drop of water that was enjoying its journey down from his Adam's apple to the valley of his pecs and then his abs to a place that you'd only imagined on lonely nights.

Low. Hanging. Grey. Sweatpants.

So, nobody could blame you for staring, and wanting to lick his abs, which were still shining from the sheen of water. He was probably straight out of the gym shower after training, your short-circuited brain registered.

It still wasn't fair that he had a body that any warm-blooded human being would want to be crushed by.

Bucky finally noticed her staring at him, and through the haze of his imagination, he realized he wasn't wearing a shirt. A flush of red went up his body as he burrowed his hands in his pockets shyly, making them go a little bit lower, making your mouth water.

Your mind produced another visual, licking down that happy trail and then sucking him off like he was a lollipop. You couldn't help but brush your thighs together, feeling yourself get a little wet.

Bucky noticed the little action and his cheeks warmed even more with shyness and a little pride, because he found that he affected you just as much as you affected him.

"Like what you see, doll?" He asked, trying to hide his shyness behind a cocky smile.

Caught red handed, your eyes immediately flitted to his, blue eyes shining with adoration and just a little embarrassment.

You felt a rush of boldness as you got up, slowly making your way to him as his eyes widened, gulping at the way your hips swayed with so much intent in them.

When you reached him, you threw your arms around his neck, crossing your wrists behind his neck, your nails and fingertips, brushing against his skin.

Those featherlight touches were unintentional, but it lit his body on fire.

"Yeah," you whispered, tipping your head up to look into his wide, curious but scared eyes. "I like what I see."

Then, you did something that you only dreamed of every night.

You closed your eyes and pressed your lips to his. His eyes widened even more for a second, before he bent his head down and kissed you back, a hand pressing on the small of your back, and the other going around your waist.

He pressed your body to his as the sweet kiss you were hoping for turned into a heated one, as his tongue swiped at your bottom lip, asking for entrance which you granted.

His tongue made you forget every thought as he played with yours, exploring your mouth as your hands played with the small hairs that ended on the back of his neck.

He groaned into your mouth, his hands going to knead your ass as he reluctantly parted for breath.

"Fuck, baby," he breathed against your lips. "You taste like candy."

You just hummed as you pressed your lips to his jaw softly, making him squeeze your ass. "You wanna take this elsewhere?" You asked huskily before nibbling on his earlobe.

He growled as he kissed her again, this time his actions were almost desperate.

He picked her up, her thighs going around his hips as her ankles crossed at his ass.

As soon as they reached his bedroom and the door was closed with a kick, he lay her down on his bed and started undressing her, just barely stopping himself from ripping it all off.

He wanted you naked and bare, and he was desperate for it.

As soon as everything was off, he just took a minute to stare at you, all spread for him.

His mouth watered as his eyes roamed, lingering at your pretty breasts and your wet pussy.

His hot gaze made you squirm, your pussy starting to drip a bit and the sight made him scramble to get the sweatpants off.

His pretty cock sprang out against his abdomen, and good god, you needed him inside you, foreplay be damned.

He still did make sure to stretch you out a bit with his fingers, scissoring two of them inside you just so that he could make it hurt less.

"Shhh, now doll, I don't wanna hurt you," he said, tone low and soft as his thumb drew circles on your clit.

You were just a moaning mess when he finally rolled on a condom and rubbed his head against your soppy folds and pretty little clit.

He couldn't help but double over when he was almost fully in you, your cunt sucking him in, clamping around him so tight that he almost shoved the rest of it in.

"Bucky, oh my god," you gasped out as he rolled his hips and worked himself in you till those crisp hairs at his base were tickling at your clit.

He bit his lip as he laid down his full weight on you, head lovingly resting on the valley between your breasts, hips thrusting in slow, leisurely thrusts.

He won't deny the fact that he had imagined this every night in the shower before he retired to bed.

He also won't deny the fact that he'd imagined being rough with you. Had seen both against the wall as he thrust into you like a depraved man.

But at the moment, he preferred this. Slow, soft, with your breasts on either side of him as he leisurely thrust into you, hitting that gooey little spot as he did.

You were whining and moaning, your hands running through his hair and rubbing soothingly at his back.

He lifted his head and shifted up a bit to capture your lips with his, both his hands starting to knead your breasts, rough palms brushing against your already pointy nipples.

His thrusts sped up just a little, his lips kissing down to give your nipples the attention they were begging for.

He was alternating between both peaks, hips never relenting, never stopping as his hands played with both breasts.

You both started moving urgently as both neared your climax, your pussy clenching around him, almost making it hard for him to move.

But he only kissed you again, tongue playing with yours as his hand went down to brush the little bundle of nerves.

Your legs started quivering as he started drawing tight little figure eights, holding back and waiting for you to cum first.

You cried out as you went over the edge, thighs squeezing at his hips as your arms hugged his shoulders.

He gave you three more sharp thrusts before his orgasm, burying his face into your neck with a long, drawn out moan.

A few minutes later, after discarding the condom and cleaning you and himself up, he was getting in bed beside you, draping his arms around you and tangling his legs with yours under the covers.

You giggled when you felt him press your body against his with a satisfied hum. He looked down at you with a cute little smile, feeling sated and free and light.

"You're beautiful," he whispered, pecking your nose.

You giggled again, your happiness just bubbling out of you. He started pressing soft, featherlight kisses at every inch of your face, wanting to hear that laugh that he adored so much.

"Oh my god, stop," you said between laughs, wiggling under the covers.

He chuckled with you, looking at you with a look that melted your heart. "I love you, Y/N. I think I've loved you for a while now."

The confession made your heart skip a beat, a big smile on your face. "I love you too, Bucky."

Then, you both kissed again, this one sweet with the promise of unconditional love.

Meanwhile, outside his room, there was a bit of commotion.

FRIDAY had notified Wanda of your arrival when the meeting had ended, but strangely enough, you weren't there.

She and the others weren't particularly worried about you, but still, you have to be here somewhere, right?

After looking everywhere, they started wondering if you'd left, before Steve found Bucky's door open, just a smidge of a crack.

He opened the door and froze, his eyes widening with surprise as his mouth fell open with soft gasp. The gasp then turned into a relieved and wonderful smile, his eyes softening.

Sam, thinking he could get another picture of sleeping, angel-face Bucky for blackmail ran to stand beside him with his phone in hand.

But then, when he saw the scene of you two sleeping, he decided that this was much better for blackmail, grinning from ear to ear, even as he thanked the heavens for his friend's happiness.

#bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x you

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shadowsndaisies · 6 months ago

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I was re-reading the series bcs duh, why not? And I love that NG has so different dynamics with each member of the Team and I love that with Roy is just younger-sister-sassy.lvl_3000

LIKE- she turn even more cheeky and stubborn with him, annoying him on purpose and getting in his nerves LMAO THAT'S EXATCLY LIKE SIBLINGS ARE

here a dialogue that I had with my siblings that remembered me of Roy and NG

Roy: get out of my room (lying down on his bed scrolling through his phone)

NG: (stading right there on his room door) I'm not on your room

Roy: yes you are, get out!

NG: I'm not!! I'm not stepping inside of your room! (points down where her feet's are behind the line of Roy's door line)

Roy: Get out!! OR I'MMA THROW OUT YOU JACKET (gets up)

NG: YOU WOULDN'T-

Roy: (bolt out of his bed)

NG: (running down the hallway)

so ive been sitting on this one bc it inspired a lil blurb. enjoy some sibling roy and birdy content after their angst from the season finale!!

synopsis: sibling bonding time!! aka the holidays right after ollie takes in roy...

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You were bored.

It’s winter break, 2004. Christmas is days away but you were so incredibly bored.

This year you were celebrating in a cozy little cottage some ways outside the city that Oliver’s family owned. Ollie himself had been pulled away for some sort of League thing, and so at the moment it was just you, Dinah, and Roy. Dinah had been on some call for the last hour and a half in a little home office. So really, it was just you and Roy.

You like Roy. Everyday he's becoming more and more like the older brother you never had. Dinah seems to really like him too, so it bodes well for your little family. Ollie had only taken him in about six months ago, and there was still some space for adjustment as you settled into being a newly minted family of four. Not that Roy seemed to realize that this was a family… he’d catch on soon enough.

But that's okay. It took you a while to put it together, you could give him some grace to do the same, even though he's older than you were then, and older than you in general.

Nonetheless, be it the boredom, or because Roy was still this new thing, you found yourself in his doorway.

He was just laying there, book in hand. Maybe he's bored too? you consider as you stare. If he's reading the tactic books that Ollie had given him, he had to be, right?

“What do you want (y/n)?” he sighs out, without looking when you stood in silence too long.

“Whatcha doing?”

“Stuff,” is his one word answer and you crinkle your nose in response.

“Come play with me,” you offer instead.

“Nope, doing stuff,” he repeats.

This time your brows shift down, and you step closer.

“Stop,” he groans, finally turning to look at you. “I'm not interested, and I’m doing stuff, so just.. I don't know? Go away?”

You're fully frowning now.

Teenagers suck, you decide.

And then your face relaxes. If Roy wanted to be a sucky teenager meanie pants, then he would be treated like a sucky teenager meanie pants.

“No.”

Roy stops mid page turn and slowly turns his head to look at you. Blue eyes narrowing slightly. “No?”

“No,” you cross your arms and confirm.

“(y/n), get out of my room!” he huffs.

You know he's starting to loose his patience with you. He's already tossed his book to the side to glare at you with full focus, he didn’t even mark his page, you note, scrunching your nose.

Your brows furrow in response before you glance down at your feet. You can see the thin little line that marks the threshold of the room and hallway.

smirking you look back at roy and state, “im not in your room,” as matter of factly as you can manage.

You don't laugh when his eye twitches, but you do take great smug solace in it.

“Yes, you are! Get out!” he shouts again.

“No, I’m not,” you repeat with the same tone. “I haven't stepped into your room at all… yet,” you challenge, pointing to the threshold of the door, and how your feet were planted firmly in the hall still.

“Get out, or I'm donating your leather jacket to a Goodwill,” he challenges, standing up.

That gives you pause, because no fair, you loved your jacket. Dinah and Ollie got it for you.

You hesitate in the door, and he steps forward.

“You wouldn't,” you counter, brows knitted as you study his body language.

Honestly that’s probably the only reason you managed to move as quick as you did.

Studying him for a lie meant you saw how he tensed up, pushing his weight to his back leg before he pounced, arms open and trying to grab you.

Well, and Dinah, consider she's the one who taught you how to read people.

You did notice though and were already booking it back down the hallway before he’d even caught his footing.

“BIRDY!” he shouts, and you can hear him running after you.

You're about to turn to your room, ready to shut the door and throw the lock when you realize your jacket is hanging over the back of one of the chairs in the kitchen. You turn quickly, sprinting through the home.

When you risk a glance back to see Roy gaining, stupid longer legs you think menacingly to yourself.

“DINAH!” you shout, hoping she might hear you.

“NO DINAH!” Roy counters.

You plant one leg on the couch vaulting yourself over before skidding to a stop next to your jacket.

Roy stands across from you. The two of you separated by a couch.

“You shoulda just left me alone Birdy!” he spits out, but you're both panting hard.

“I was bored!”

“How about now?” he challenges. “Still bored?”

You're hugging your jacket to you as you frown, but are saved from retorting when the door swings open, revealing Oliver. He's a bit bruised and battered, and he's got his bag with all his GA gear slung over a shoulder, but he's back.

Neither you nor Roy moves, and it takes less than two seconds for Oliver to read you both and let out a sigh.

“What was it this time?”

“She’s annoying!” Roy starts and you stick your tongue out at him.

“At least I'm not a sucky teenager meanie pants,” you counter, and Ollie’s eyes blow wide.

“Wow, breaking out not only sucky but also a meanie pants, gosh squirt what’d he do?”

“He was mean! for no reason!”

“No reason? She’s literally annoying me for no reason!” Roy counters.

“We're really feeling that holiday spirit huh?” ollie offers in response, finally walking all the way in, and shutting the door behind him.

“So funny,” you scoff.

“Yeah, what a crack up,” Roy snarks.

Ollie takes the opportunity to beam with a little too much pride at you both.

“See, you guys do agree on stuff,” he decides. “I’m great at this conflict management stuff,” he smirks, “I honestly don't understand what Dinah was going on and on about,” he adds, though his tone drops a bit quieter as he says the last sentence.

You make eye contact with Roy behind Ollie’s head and you see as he rolls his eyes and the expression he shoots at you clearly asks, *can you believe this guy?*

You hold back a snort as you quirk a brow in response. Roy seems to pick up on what you were trying to share because slowly you place your jacket back on the chair and then in the next second you both are lunging at Oliver. Ollie, despite how well trained he is was unprepared and lopped over the back off the couch, practically somersaulting over the sofa until he was on the ground. It's quiet for a second and then both you and Roy are laughing. He's holding the edge of the couch and there are tears in your eyes.

“Yes,” he states dryly, slowly pushing himself back to his feet, “bond by bullying your injured mentor…”

The look on his face simply had you both laughing harder.

...

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alittlegiraffe · 5 months ago

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Title: Through My Eyes

The glow of your phone screen was the only thing illuminating the bedroom as you sat curled up against the headboard, scrolling through the endless comments.

"She’s so plain."

"What does he even see in her?"

"She looks sickly—someone get her a sandwich."

"Boring as hell. No wonder he’s always writing about heartbreak."

Your stomach twisted, fingers tightening around your phone as the words burned into your brain. You knew better than to read the comments. You’d told yourself a thousand times not to look. But curiosity always won out, and now, here you were, letting strangers pick apart every inch of you like you weren’t a real person—just an attachment to him.

You didn’t even hear Marshall come in until the bed dipped beside you.

"Y’good, baby?" His voice was rough with sleep, laced with concern.

You inhaled sharply, locking your phone and setting it face-down on your lap. "Yeah. Just… couldn’t sleep."

Marshall’s tired blue eyes flickered to your phone, then back to your face. He wasn’t stupid. He could see the way your body was curled in on itself, the way you wouldn’t quite meet his gaze.

He reached out, running a gentle hand down your arm. "What’d they say this time?"

Your throat tightened. "It’s nothing, really—"

"Bullshit," he cut in, his jaw ticking. "You only get like this when some dumbass on the internet gets in your head."

You exhaled, looking away. "It’s just the usual stuff. That I’m boring, too thin, too plain… That you could do better."

Silence.

Then, Marshall grabbed your phone, unlocking it easily—he knew your passcode—and scrolling through your notifications. His grip tightened as he scanned the comments.

"Fuckin’ ridiculous," he muttered, shaking his head. Then, before you could react, he tossed your phone across the room. It landed somewhere on the carpet with a soft thud.

"Marshall—"

"Nah," he cut you off, shifting to face you fully. His hands found your legs, tugging you forward until you were straddling his lap. His big, warm hands settled on your waist, holding you firm. "Look at me."

You hesitated, but his fingers curled under your chin, tilting your face up until your eyes met his.

"You really believe that shit?" he asked, voice low but intense. "That you’re not enough for me?"

You swallowed hard. "It’s not that I believe it, but—"

"But nothin’," he interrupted, shaking his head. His hands slid from your waist to your arms, then back again, like he needed to remind himself that you were real, that you were his. "Lemme tell you somethin’, baby. You think I want some overdone, plastic, attention-hungry chick who don’t know the first thing about me? You think I’d trade this—" He squeezed your hips, his eyes dark and serious. "You—for some Instagram model who don’t know how to hold a real conversation?"

You let out a shaky breath. "I just… I don’t want people thinking you deserve better."

Marshall’s face softened, but his grip on you didn’t. "Ain’t nobody in this world better than you, sweetheart." His fingers skimmed under the hem of your shirt, sliding along your bare skin. "You think I give a fuck if you’re ‘plain’? You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Inside and out. I don’t need flashy, or fake, or whatever the hell these people think I should have. I need this. I need you."

Tears pricked at your eyes, and Marshall sighed, pulling you into his chest, his arms wrapping around you completely. His lips pressed against your temple, lingering.

"They don’t see what I see," he murmured. "But they don’t fuckin’ matter."

You melted into him, breathing in his scent, his warmth, his love.

"Don’t let ‘em take up space in that pretty little head of yours, alright?" He pulled back just enough to press a soft, lingering kiss to your lips. "Only opinion that matters is mine. And I think you’re fuckin’ perfect."

A small smile finally found its way to your lips, and Marshall smirked, brushing a knuckle under your chin.

"There’s that smile," he murmured. "Now, c’mere, lemme remind you exactly how much I see you."

And as he pulled you back down to him, hands roaming, lips claiming, the noise of the outside world faded away. Because in his eyes, you were everything.

Marshall didn’t let you go. Not even for a second.

He held you like he was afraid you’d slip away, like he needed to erase every cruel word from your mind with his touch alone. His hands roamed your back, your sides, gripping, kneading—reminding you that you were his.

"You hear me?" he murmured against your lips, his breath warm, his voice rough. "Ain’t nobody’s opinion matter but mine. And I think you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid my fuckin’ eyes on."

You let out a shaky breath, fingers twisting into his hoodie. "Marshall—"

"Nah," he interrupted, shaking his head, his hands sliding under your shirt, palms warm against your skin. "You don’t get to brush this off. Not after I just watched you shrink in on yourself over some dumb shit some jealous motherfuckers said on the internet."

Your throat tightened, the vulnerability creeping in again, but Marshall wasn’t having it. He leaned in, brushing his lips across your jaw, trailing soft, lingering kisses down your neck.

"You’re mine," he murmured, his voice dark and full of promise. "Every inch of you. Ain’t nobody else’s opinion matter."

You let out a soft whimper as his teeth grazed your pulse point, your fingers clenching against his chest. He was overwhelming in the best way, drowning out every insecurity with the sheer force of his love, his need to make you understand.

His lips found your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine. "You think you’re too thin? I love your body, baby. Every soft, sweet, perfect inch of it." His hands slid down, gripping your hips, pulling you flush against him. "You think you’re boring? Then why the fuck am I so addicted to you? Why can’t I go a day without wantin’ to hear your voice, see your face, touch you?"

Tears welled in your eyes, but this time, they weren’t from hurt. They were from the sheer weight of his love, of how fiercely he saw you.

Marshall pulled back just enough to look you in the eyes, his gaze burning into yours. "I’m in love with you," he said, voice firm, raw. "Not who people think I should be with. Not some fantasy. You. And I don’t ever wanna hear you doubt that again."

You swallowed thickly, nodding, unable to find words.

His expression softened, his hands cradling your face, thumbs brushing away the wetness on your cheeks. "C’mere," he whispered before pressing his lips to yours—slow, deep, reverent.

You melted into him, letting him pour every unspoken word, every reassurance, every ounce of love into you. And as he laid you down, taking his time, worshipping every part of you, you finally started to see yourself the way he did.

Perfect. Beautiful. His.

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The morning sun peeked through the curtains, casting a golden glow over the bedroom. You stirred slightly, feeling warm, safe—wrapped up in him.

Marshall’s arms were snug around you, one hand splayed across your lower back, the other lazily tangled in your hair. He was still asleep, his breathing slow and steady against the top of your head, but even in sleep, his grip on you was firm, possessive—like he wasn’t ready to let go.

You shifted just enough to look up at him, taking in the peaceful expression on his face. The hardened, world-weary man everyone else saw was nowhere to be found. Here, with you, he was just Marshall. Just the man who held you together when the world tried to tear you down.

Your heart clenched as the sting of last night’s comments threatened to creep back in, but then—his arms tightened around you, like he knew where your mind was headed, even in his sleep.

"You ain’t thinkin’ about that shit again, are you?"

His voice was rough with sleep, but there was still that edge to it—the same one he had when he was protecting something his.

You sighed, resting your chin on his chest. "No," you murmured.

His eyes cracked open just enough to scan your face. "Liar," he muttered before pulling you back against him, shifting so you were practically on him now.

You let out a soft laugh, but it quickly faded when he ran his hands up your back, slow and deliberate. "I meant what I said last night," he murmured, pressing a lazy kiss to your forehead. "Ain’t nobody’s opinion matter but mine."

You bit your lip, tucking your face into his neck. "I know."

Marshall hummed, not convinced. His fingers tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Do you?"

You hesitated, and that was all the answer he needed.

He exhaled, shaking his head before flipping the two of you so he was hovering over you now, caging you in with his arms. "Then lemme say it again," he rasped. "You’re mine. Every part of you. I don’t give a fuck what people think, baby. I don’t want anybody else. I don’t even see anybody else."

His lips brushed against yours, barely there, but his eyes—intense, unwavering—told you he meant every word.

"I don’t wake up every day next to them," he murmured. "I wake up next to you. And that’s the only thing that fuckin’ matters."

You swallowed hard, nodding, because how could you not believe him when he looked at you like that? Like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.

He smirked at your silence, finally closing the gap and kissing you—slow, deep, reassuring. Like he was sealing his words into your skin.

When he pulled back, he brushed a strand of hair from your face, his fingers lingering on your cheek. "Now, what do you say we go get some breakfast, Mrs. Mathers? Maybe post a cute lil’ selfie so people know exactly who I’m wrapped up with every night?"

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t fight the smile forming on your lips. "You’re impossible."

Marshall grinned, pressing another kiss to your forehead. "Yeah, yeah. But I’m your impossible."

And just like that, the noise of the outside world didn’t matter anymore.

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A/N: based on a real life conversation I overheard at a lil get together with my husband's friends last night. His best friend's sister is apparently very much not impressed by my husband's choice of wife.

#eminem #marshall mathers #eminem x reader #marshall mathers x reader

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