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#*checks stomach in mirror everytime i use the bathroom*
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i wish i wasnt so consumed with how i look. but here i am
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zalayni · 9 months
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𓂃 💫 ੭ ᝢ SUGAR ༉
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spendin' all my nights alone waiting for you to call me. you're the only one I want by my side when I fall asleep 💤
❛ pairing: earth42!miles x reader
❛ summary: after a long day there's nothing better than having your lover help you as you do your night time routine, no matter how girly it might be.
❛ warnings: the lower caps are intended. reader uses she/her pronouns.
❛ author's note: this is supposed to be longer but I lost everything and had to restart it from scratch. also this isn't proofread what so ever. I live like a warrior i'll die like a warrior 🫡🫡(I'm too lazy to read alat)
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if anybody told Miles from when he was new to being prowler that he would be sitting in his room, wiping a girls makeup off specifically HIS girls makeup off he'd just tell them. “man you're buggin.”
yet here he was.
after a long day of standing around with music blasting in your ear while people laughed in the background you were finally back alone with Miles. it was silent but at the same time it was comforting. Miles was there kneeling infront of you, wiping your makeup off as you sat on the vanity chair he had bought and installed in his room along with the hello kitty mirror he saw people hyping up on tiktok.
don't get it mixed up though Miles would never use that vanity, he bought it for you. he filled up the drawers with makeup and products he'd see you use just for you. he did all of this because all he wished was for you to feel at home with him.
he went through the hard work of building and putting up the parts by himself as he was too embarrassed to ask uncle aaron or his mom for help. what would uncle aaron say if miles would randomly come in his home saying “help me build this pretty pink and white vanity I just bought.”
you always crashed at his place or miles would crash at yours. either way he always insisted on helping you with your nightly routine.
"all done Mami, now go wash up. I'll get your pajamas from the laundry." Miles attempted to get up before getting stopped by your hands pulling him down to peck his cheek. you pulled away while muttering a thank you.
Miles smirked at you while getting up.
"yeah, no problem. anything for my girl."
miles was the sweetest person to ever come into your life. who knew Brooklyn's number one killer would be such a lover boy? maybe it's because of the fact that he's always been a mamas boy growing up.
you finished up your shower, wrapping the towel around your body before a knock echoed through the bathroom. "ma, can I come in? I've got your pajamas." you quickly opened the door to see Miles standing there with your pink pajama set in his hands.
he stared at your figure watching as water droplets still slowly rolled down your body.
"Morales you're staring at me." you playfully said while side eyeing before taking the clothes out of his hands. Miles huffed and grabbed you by the waist, pulling you closer silencing your giggles with a kiss.
"whatever ma you're trippin' I wasn't even staring you're just reading into it too much. even if I was can you blame me? I bagged such a pretty girlfriend."
Miles eyed you down once again before leaning close to your ear. "maybe even future wife."
ugh what a tease. yet everytime he did this you felt butterflies in your stomach.
he chuckled before exiting the bathroom leaving you there staring at his back, stunned. you shook it off with a laugh and got dressed so you could be back in his arms.
you brushed your teeth and did your skincare that Miles would always restock on. you felt bad as they were pricey but he would always insist on buying them for you.
you hanged the towel on the rack to dry and exited the bathroom, practically speed walking to Miles room. once you opened the door you were met with Miles laying comfortably on his bed with nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants on. He had his arms up with his phone in his hands scrolling on whatever socials he was checking up on.
you closed his bedroom door before crawling in between his arms, laying your head on his chest. Miles sighed and put down his phone, wrapping his arms around you. He pecked the top of your head making you look up at him. "long day?" you asked him making miles suck his teeth.
"tch. ma you were there with me, yes the function was fun but of course my mom had to make us stay till past midnight talking about some ‘hold on we'll leave after I'm done talking.’" you laughed at him mimicking his mom's voice whole repeating what she would keep saying during the function.
mrs morales loved you so she told Miles to invite you to their family's function as his date which you gladly said yes to.
the day was long and your feet might've ached from all the standing as every seat was taken up, your stomach might've hurt from all the aunties insisting on you to eat more but at the end of day you got to see Miles smile, and it wasn't because of you. for some that was the rarest sight to witness.
after the death of his dad Miles drifted away from everyone but here he was laughing and bickering with his favourite cousins. he was actually playing his favorite sport, basketball for once and laughing whenever he'd steal the ball from his cousins.
you witnessed Miles grow as a person and slowly pick up broken pieces. it was truly heart warming.
here you laid in the dead of night, ear on Miles chest hearing his soft heartbeat with your eyes closed. you were calm yet your head was racing with thoughts. you decided to break the silence after awhile of listening to his breathing pattern and heartbeats. "hey Miles, I'm not sure if you're asleep but I have a question."
it was silent for awhile making you think Miles fell asleep before you could ask it but then he answered. "go ahead Mami, I'm listening."
"would you give the world to me?" you looked up at him only to see his half lidded eyes staring down at you. "mhmm no."
your heart dropped at his answer, lips close to quivering, but the hard beating of your heart slamming against your chest was calmed down with what you heard him say afterwards.
"hermosa, why would I do that when there's other planets too?"
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please do not steal, copy, translate or put my work on any other apps. thank you for reading 🫶
artwork in header made by koscribbls on instagram
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hoodharlow · 7 months
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Miriam teasing Jack with spicy pics while they're far away from each other
In honor of it being a year since CHTKMY tour
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Jack finally settled in his hotel room. He was freshly showered and ready for bed. His phone been on DND so he turned on all his notifications. His phone flooded with a bunch of messages from friends and family wishing him good luck on his tour. He ignored those and checked if Miriam sent him some.
They haven't seen each other since Jack spent a few days in Atlanta before his tour started. The first message was that she finished her scenes and she was driving back to his place. Another was sent fifteen minutes later saying that she ordered food and was gonna shower. The message after that was a topless picture of her in the bathroom. She used her breasts to make the Os for the gOOd in good luck. Jack's cock nearly tore through his pajama pants at sight of her chest. The rest of her messages were ere just random ramblings she had the rest of the evening. He reacted to some and rolled onto his stomach to go to sleep.
But he couldn’t. Everytime he closed his eyes, all he saw was Miriam’s bare chest. Jack checked the time and it was a minutes past midnight. Knowing Miriam she was probably still awake so he facetimed her.
She answered after the second ring. Her background was dark, but he could still make out Urban's old room. Around her was the forrest green blanket he bought her at Target.
"What? I was watching Never Have I Ever." She mumbled.
"Well you got your dotting man bricked up." He flipped the camera to the tent in his pajama pants.
Miriam squinted at her screen. "Can you show me more? I can't see it that well."
Jack set his phone down and pulled down his pants, staying in his boxer-briefs. "Is this good?" He asked.
"No, still can't see it."
"How about now?" He asked showing off his erect cock to her.
Miriam nodded. Truthfully she didn't hear what Jack asked her. For all she knew he could've asked her of he could live stream it. All she could think about was how his hand nonchalantly stroked his length. What she would to be on his side of the screen and have him in her mouth.
She kicked off her blanket, revealing a cami top and thong set.
"Where'd you get that? And why am I just seeing it?"
"I've had it for a while and know you, you would have torn it off me." She said as she reached for something off camera.
She angled her ass so it was jutting out in Jack’s screen. She placed her sparkling dildo in front of her and removed her top. She gently squeezed her breasts for some sort of relief.
"What are you gonna do with that?" He asked suggestively.
"Whatever you had in mind."
"Do you have an extra toy? Because what I'm imagining requires another one."
Miriam got off the bed into a box she hadn't unpacked filled with a few other toys. She rummaged through it and found her pastel unicorn happened dildo.
"This okay?" She asked him.
"Yeah we're about to test how sturdy those mirror sliding doors are."
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rosenallies · 2 years
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if you’re up for it: would you write a little of nali and rosie volunteering at willow’s school for the first time?? Maybe the pta moms trying to figure out who they are and all that lol
“Did you ever think this would be our life?” Rosé asked, coming up behind Denali and wrapping his arms around his waist while the other fixed his hair in the bathroom mirror.
Denali smiled in spite of himself, his tummy filling with butterflies everytime he thought about their life together. He opened his mouth to speak but before words came out, Willow bounded into the room, her hair in uneven lopsided pigtails, twirling side to side in the pink dress she’d picked out for the school dance.
“Dada, will you help me with my hair, please?” She said with a smile, that toothless grin that made Denali and Rosé light up on the inside.
“Of course, princess, come here.”
Denali lifted her onto the counter and began fixing her hair, brows furrowed with concentration as he plaited her hair and tied it off. It was little moments like these that made his heart glow, his life so full of love and light, something he never would have dreamt of 10 years ago.
Rosé watched his husband and his daughter with the same glow in his heart, the urge to protect and provide for them so they could continue to have these little moments so strong within him.
Once Denali was finished with her hair and plenty of pictures were taken to remember her first school dance, they all piled into the car, Denali and Rosé holding hands on the middle console the whole time.
When they got to the school, they ushered her inside the gym where she took off with one of her friends while they waited to check in as volunteers.
A woman came up to them, a warm smile on her face.
“Hi, what children are you here with tonight?” She asked, clipboard in hand.
Rosé smiled back warmly. “Willow McCorkell.”
The woman scanned her clipboard and found the name. “Okay, it says here two parents were volunteering? Is Willow’s mother still coming?”
Denali’s stomach twisted with anxiety, a feeling he wasn’t quite used to anymore. “Um, no actually, we’re both her fathers.”
The woman looked taken aback, “one of you is her stepfather?”
Denali and Rosé shared a look, Rosé snaking an arm around Denali’s waist. “No, we’re both her fathers, this is my husband,” Rosé replied proudly.
Her smile faultered, the kind energy no longer radiating from her. “You two will be on snack and punch duty then.”
She handed them volunteer name tags and sent them off with a wave of her hand.
“Good lord, some people,” Rosé complained, glancing at Denali, who looked uncomfortable to say the least, “are you okay, baby?”
He nodded. “Yeah, it just sucks we still have to deal with this, and it’s like-,” he paused, let out an exasperated breath, “she’s whatever but she’s probably teaching her kids the same hatred. That’s what gets me, it won’t ever end.”
“I know it’s hard sometimes, honey, but us being here and helping and being good to these children might show them that what they’re being fed by their parents are lies.”
Denali cracked a smile, squeezing Rosé’s hand. “You’re right, let’s have a good time.”
The rest of the night went perfect. Rosé and Denali had a blast handing out snacks and drinks and interacting with the kiddos. Denali danced with Willow and Rosé couldn’t help but capture the entire thing on video. They had too much fun to spend any more time thinking about the pta moms who glared at them and whispered behind their backs.
They were both cleaning up the snack table when a younger woman came up to them. Denali braced himself for judgement that never came, instead she smiled sincerely.
“Are you guys new volunteers? I’ve never seen you guys before.”
Out of habit, Rosé stood closer to Denali, wrapping a protective arm around his middle. “Yep, first time.”
“That’s really awesome. Hey, I just wanted to apologize for the way everyone else acted. I think it’s so important for kids to see different types of families. It’s such a shame the parents ruin it, that’s why my wife stopped volunteering with me. I’m Jasmine, by the way, the little boy in the yellow playing with the girl in the pink is my son.”
Although talkative, Jasmine seemed sweet and they were both glad to see not everyone here was bigoted and close minded.
“I’m Ross, this is my husband, Cordero. The little girl in the pink is actually our daughter, Willow.”
“Oh she’s precious,” Jasmine cooed, watching the kids chase each other around the gym, “well, hopefully I see you guys around again!”
They bid her a goodbye just as Willow came over to them, tugging on Rosie’s shirt sleeve. “Daddy, I’m tired,” she whined with a pout, one scarily similar to the one Denali wore when he was tired.
Rosé scooped her up and cuddled her close. “Okay, baby, let’s get out of here.”
By the time they were all at the car, she was fast asleep in Rosé’s arms, staying that way even as he buckled her in her car seat.
The whole way home, though he was exhausted, Denali couldn’t stop glancing from Rosé while he drove, back to Willow passed out in the back seat, still amazed every day that this was his life.
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yamagucji · 3 years
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Embarrassing moments
warnings. just for shits n giggles, 14+ readers preferably, mentions of vomit, poop, choking, etc.
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HINATA was extremely constipated and needed to use the bathroom quick. but there’s a long line to the mens bathroom (what’s the occasion anyway??) and he’s standing all the way at the back. poor hinata felt a fart coming so he just couldn’t... hold it in. mans SHARTED. shitted and farted at the same time. it stunk so bad that the guys in front of him said, “damn, you need the toilet more than me,” and let him cut in line.
USHIJIMA and tendou stopped to pet this dog during their walk. tendou’s conversing with the owner while toshi’s petting the dog. dog likes it, it’s all good. until... it got bored and decided that toshi’s butt smelled good. dog just wouldn’t stop sniffing his ass. “please, stop smelling me,” toshi says with desperation, which now catches the others’ attention. the owner has to pry their dog away from toshi’s ass cheeks, please. the awkward tension kinda dies down until tendou utters, “so, what’s your secret? what product are you using?”
YAMAGUCHI drank water in the middle of silent class reading. this boy started choking— and i mean choking on his water. you can hear his muffled coughs in the distance and when you turn around to look at him, his face is all red and his cheeks are puffy. none of his classmates say anything but you can practically feel second-hand embarrassment oozing around. the assistant teacher even has the audacity to say, “drink some water.”
KENMA’s calling this one his last try. he sticks his remaining coins into the slot and tries to get the brand new nintendo box thats in the machine. mf has been going at this for over twenty minutes now. his pouch is empty and there’s a crowd of kids waiting for him. no miracle happens in his last try (shit got stuck!!) so he has to move away only to watch in horror— as the kid after him manages to get it. you’re gonna have to hold kenma down before he hunts that kid with every bit of his soul.
DAICHI had a fat one coming in, that’s for sure. thought it was a free real estate just because everyone else in the camp seemed asleep. so he let that monster fart come out (even partly stuck out his thigh for better airway). whole team was awake in a matter of seconds. nishinoya’s jumped off his sleeping bag and asking everyone if they heard that “loud bang.” tanaka’s over here sniffing around because he knows that no one has got some kind of bomb that stinks.
SAKUSA’s not gonna admit to this one. but one time he opened a bathroom stall (it was unlocked) only to find that it was occupied. there are no words to accurately describe just how horried the sight was. sitting on the toilet was a man taking a shit, with his dick on full boner mode, staring back at sakusa. they only made eye contact for just 2 seconds but sakusa’s seen enough. he’s heard enough too, when said stranger asked him, “you wanna join me?”
ASAHI projectile vomited at the theaters. you should’ve known it was a bad idea to take him out to dinner before going to watch a scary movie. man had no courage to tell you he had an upset stomach nor tell you he’s not a fan of horror. it’s twenty minutes into the movie and he’s poking your arm— but you don’t notice because you’re too engrossed. another twenty minutes, and a jumpscare comes on. man beside you vomits like there’s no tomorrow. ya’ll spend the rest of the movie secretly trying to clean his throw-up.
TENDOU was watching anime in his dorm peacefully. until... the whole shiratorizawa team opened the door just in time for the show to switch up to an inappropriate scene. out of all the times they could’ve walked in, they really had to come when 2d clown man was moaning and fighting a kid? tendou scrambled to close his laptop but now he’s just staring back at his teammates; silent, except for the fact that his show is still playing and you can still hearing moaning in the background.
TSUKISHIMA turned his house upside down and still couldn’t find his glasses, nor his extra pair. he was about to leave bare eyed until his mom caught him and forced him to wear his sports glasses. yeah, the one with the whole strap and everything. mans looked like a fool coming to school with it on. people who didn’t know it was his sports glasses mistook it for swimming goggles. he’s so utterly humiliated now, he can’t even bite back when hinata or kageyama says something.
GOSHIKI... i don’t even know what to tell you. who let this kid go further into the lake by himself? it’s all fun and games for everyone until you hear an ear-defeaning shriek by your one and only goshiki. he’s yelling out, “help me! please! help!!” the lifeguards start kicking in and everyone’s trying to make way. is he drowning? is there something there? no for god’s sake. you find out he just made it 5 ft deep and happened to swim over a bunch of seaweed. never take him swimming again.
ATSUMU decided to check himself out using someone’s car window. he’s fixing his hair, picking at his teeth, and even checking to see if he has any boogers. all of a sudden the window rolls down and there’s a senior citizen staring back at him. “boy do you think my car is your mirror?” the man says in a gruffy voice. atsumu’s knees nearly buckle from how scary this man is and how embarrassed he is of all the four minutes he probably spent with this stranger.
SACHIRO’s job as a vet sometimes makes him do really questionable shit (from an outsider perspective). once he had to ejaculate someone’s dog in front of their owner. uh huh... jack them off, for the sole purpose of examining the dog’s semen. he’s never felt such a wave of regret wash through his body during that whole procedure. it didn’t help when the owner was looking at him mortified, nor the fact that it took such a long time.
OIKAWA does this thing were he shows up unexpectedly behind iwaizumi and slaps his ass. everytime he does it iwa always hits him back (but not the ass). today he learnt his lesson when he mistook a stranger for iwa and slapped the guys ass from the moon and back. when i tell you just how quick all the blood drained from oikawa’s body when the man turned around— you can hear a bag of chips fall at the other end of the aisle and it’s the iwa, who had to witness that whole ass-slap event.
ARAN is gonna knock the shit of the miya twins one day, he swears to god. they sent him a mysterious video during his morning walk, where he stopped at a busy street. it starts off quiet, so he goes to turn the volume up full blast. damn video suddenly started blaring ‘lick my pussy and my-’ please... he’s shaking. passerby’s are looking at him with distaste. aran’s now flushed from embarrassment and running towards the miya house. you can guess what happens next.
BOKUTO walked into the wrong house. spent a whole ten minutes rummaging around the kitchen because his friend said to “make yourself comfortable, i’ll be on my way.” little did this man know that there’s a whole family upstairs waiting for the cops to arrive because they think it’s a robbery. poor bokuto, dragged out of the house by some cops but had no idea what was going on. man was literally just vibing— thinking he was in his friends house.
OSAMU swore this size pants still fit him (hint: it doesn’t). he’s walking through the snack section of the store, lightly limping because damn his dick can’t breath. his truth is tested when he goes to pick something off the lowest shelf and his pants literally go, ‘let er rip.’ fabric tore, and what’s worse is that he was wearing onigiri undies. osamu goes to check if there’s anyone else in the aisle and there is— a group of underclassmen girls from his high school.
KUROO tried to make his chemistry presentation more interesting by putting in jokes. he thought they were funny; kenma even huffed a breath. kuroo’s at his third joke by now and literally no one has laughed. not a single one. except for kuroo himself, who’s awkwardly laughing in a dead-silent room. man was embarrassed. other people are getting second-hand embarrassment by the way they avoided eye contact with him. he vented to kenma later only for kenma to say, “it wasn’t funny. it was just stupid.” poor kuroo.
SUNA accidentally connected his bluetooth to the bus. you know, the one that drives all of inarizaki to their games. wanna guess what the fuck he might’ve been listening to? it’s porn. he’s watching porn in broad daylight. suna doesn’t realize what the issue is until he goes to turn up the volume and notices that the sound is off. he take his airpods off and that’s when he hears pure moaning sounds blaring inside the bus. everyone’s laughing— except for kita and their coach who’s still outside. mf calls himself lucky for that.
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technowoah · 3 years
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if you're taking asks for the prompts, can you do 11 and 17 from the angst list with george but have a fluffy ending? she/her pronouns pls
I Can Make It Right
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SHSJS I HAVE SO MUCH ANGST IN MY INBOX YALL!
Thanks for the request babe! The way it came out was gender neutral i dont think I user she/her, but it still works trust me!
George x reader imagine (established)
11) "It's not important apparently"
17) "You already made me feel like shit so might as well finish me off"
⚠︎ angst with happy ending, unresolved issue but they're gonna fix it dont worry 😌, angry George, swearing
*** = flashback
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You had stood infront of your bathroom mirror finishing up your makeup for the night. Your hair was already done and you had a nice outfit on, not to fancy and not too comfortable. While listening to a playlist George had made for you, you had put down the brushes you were using. It didnt really matter if you cleaned up your makeup that was littered all over the sink right now, but right now you were feeling good.
Today was your and George's 3rd year anniversary and you couldn't be happier about it. Today you two were going to dinner and doing something else which was supposed to be a surprise for you. It was a night on the town.
George and you met 4 years ago actually. You two started out as acquaintances, the slowly grew into friends and then one day he asked you to join him to dinner. At first you were oblivious to his actions, thinking he was just being a good friend, but turns out the more dates you two went on the more you caught on. He officially asked you to be his girlfriend 3 years ago today.
His friends keep on pressuring George to propose already, they think it's been long enough. The only thing close to marriage is a promise ring. He put the ring on your finger as a promise that one day he would marry you, everytime you doubt that he will propose you turn your attention to the cute ring on your finger.
You had turned off the bedroom lights and sat on your bed finally relaxing after struggling to find a decent enough outfit for tonight. George said that he was going to pick you up around 6:00 and now it is 5:47 so you had some time to spare.
You had found yourself scrolling through tiktok because you had nothing else better to do at this moment. It was a guilty pleasure of yours even though you and george both joked around about hating tiktok.
Time began to tick away so you had checked the clock on your phone which said 5:57 pm. You had grabbed shoes that you set up against your bed, slipped them on and grabbed all of your belongings for the night. You stationed yourself in the living room waiting till George came to the door.
Nervousness always came up before a date, it was the anticipation actually. You were excited and nervous about the date as you always were, but today for you was special. It was three years worth of beautiful love. You remembered the time he first said I love you too, it was just like it was yesterday.
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"Hey y/n." George looked towards you. You both were sitting on a plaid, plush blanket with a brown woven basket ontop in between you two. It was just like the movies and that why you cringed because of how cheesy it was when George led you to it.
It was sweet, it was extremely sweet and you loved these dates that George always brung you too. You always felt special when you are sitting next to him.
You responded to George. "Yeah Gogy?" You laughed at the use of his nickname.
"Im trying to be serious right now and you call me Gogy." George smiled and shook his head. "Anyways, you know I love you, right?"
"Of course I do-"
"No I love you. I mean. I'm in love with you." George reached to rest his hand ontop of yours and repeated himself. "I'm in live with you y/n."
You wasted no time answering. "Im in love with you too."
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6:03
George didnt show up yet, but there was no sweat. He was only 3 minutes late, maybe he ran into traffick. Your stomach was rumbling, but you didnt want to eat yet since you two we're planning to go to dinner. Patience is key, and it wasnt like he wasn't late before.
6:10
You started to get worried, it's been 10 minutes and still no sign of your boyfriend. You had gotton up several times to check outside of your door only to be met with no one. Your mind was jumping to conclusions about if he forgot your anniversary, but you shut those thoughts out for the time being.
6:19
Okay this is getting out of hand. You brung out our phone and began to text George, you couldn't believe that you had waited this long before texting the man.
Where are you? Ive been waiting for 29 minutes?!
[Sent: 6:20pm]
George what are you doing?
[Sent: 6:20pm]
You awaited his text message with your phone faced up on the coffee table infront of you. You didn't want to believe that George woukd forget, or overslept, but that was becoming truth the more minutes passed by with no call or text.
6:30
Calling him was useless, because he didn't answer. He didn't hang up on you he just wasn't picking up the phone, like he turned it off. You started to get worried if something happened to him, if he was in a situation where he couldn't call or text you. You wondered if he was safe at home and not out in the middle of the street.
In a flash all your worries subsided when your phone lit up with a notification.
ThisIsNotGeorgeNotFound is live:
Im Playing golf with my friends
That son of a bitch. Pissed off was an understatement, you were fuming. How could he end up streaming at home when you had constantly reminded him about this day, he knew damn well about this day too. How could he?
You ended up grabbing a jacket and your purse and ended up driving to George's place. It seemed like he was mocking you in a way, he knew you had notifications on for Twitch. You loved to support him and his career, but this was making a fool out of yourself.
Your hand tightly gripped the steering wheel as you tried not to run every red light you cane across. You finally came across George's home, you found a place to park and quickly got out of your car and sped walked your way to George's residence. Finally making up to George's door you knocked harshly on the door probably making more noise than what you intended too. You continuously banged on his door until you got fed up.
Remembering that George had given you a key to his house you dig through your purse to get your set of keys out anr unlock his door. You stomped inside his house and closed the door behind you.
"GEORGE! GEORGE!" You yelled through the house. You were being reckless and annoying, but you didnt care at this point you were fuming and needed to tell George how you feel.
You had made your way to George's recording room where he was talking to his friends on discord. George looked towards you in shock clearly not hearing the sounds you were making throughout his house.
"Y/N?!" George yelled and muted his microphone.
"What the hell are you doing?" You exclaimed back.
"Im streaming thats what Im doing!" George sassed back at you, not paying attention to his screen and the chat.
"Dont get smart with me. End the stream."
"What?! No!"
"You heard me, we need to talk." You crossed your arms across your chest. Your heart was beating too fast for your liking and you tried to calm yourself down, but George's comments were getting to you.
George was about to unmute himself and get back to the game. "No we dont-"
"GEORGE END THE FUCKING STREAM! This is embarrassing! Talk to me cause you have some explaining to do." You snapped at him.
A silence tell upon you two and he glared at you before turning to his stream and closing it out.
"Okay guys! Go watch the other boys streams I need to go now! Bye!" George quickly ended and turned off everything.
He turned around to you still sitting in his chair. "What? What do you want?"
"Do you know what today is?" You asked.
"April 30th." George answered bluntly.
"Thats all you have to say?" You asked in shock. "It's our anniversary dickhead!"
"I fucking know that." George said.
"You do? So why did you start streaming and we had dinner plans?!"
"I told you we were streaming! You weren't listening to me!" George stood up from his chair when he said that.
"When the fuck did you tell me this?!"
"A couple days ago! You didn't listen!"
"But you knew that was our anniversary! And we made dinnerr plans-"
George yelled over you. "A month ago! We made those plans a month ago so excuse me for forgetting!"
"So all these other years you remembered our anniversary and went out of your fucking way to cancel other plans around that date, but today you didnt because why?!" Tears were threatening to fall down you cheeks, but you wouldnt let him see you like that.
"Because I planned this already with the boys! And AGAIN you werent listening to me when I said that-"
"There were several other times that you could've told me too! But you didn't!" You sniffed trying to keep the frustrated tears inside.
"I already planned this and I cant go back on my promise-"
"But you can with me?!" You yelled and George stopped talking. He's just studying your face at this point and you hated this silence.
"Its not important apparently." You said while walking out of the recording room.
"You're being a bitch." He mumbled.
"Excuse me?! That is so disrespectful!" You spun around yelled at him.
"You already made me feel like shit so might as well finish me off." George said in a annoying tone.
"Yeah you should feel like shit! I feel like shit too so-!" You threw your hands up in exasperation and stormed out the room. You had made it to the door before George called out to you again.
"Y/n! Y/n! Please!"
"No! Just..." You paused before opening the door and ushering your way out. "Call me when you get your shit together.
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You were currently curled up on your couch eating leftovers that you had in the refrigerator. That had satisfied your hunger for the night because the dinner was canceled that night. Your anger and sadness had subsided and you were only left with an unusual feeling in your heart. Your relationship felt incomplete, this fight felt incomplete. You didnt break up with him, but you were waiting for closure.
The TV was the only light in the room. It illuminated what it wanted to, you didnt care if it was too dark. Usually you would be cuddled up with George at this ungoldy hour, but you weren't and that made you tear up.
Your sadness was still there, your anger towards George turned into pity. You were sad about the actions he took, but somewhere in your heart you could forgive him. You could forgive and move on if he would come to you.
Speaking of, you had a knock on your door. You didn't have the strength to get up, but you did. Shuffling your way to the door you sluggishly opened it to find George standing there with his hands in his hoodie. The person you wanted to see, but at the same time you wanted to slam that door in his face.
"Hey." George spoke and you gave him a small smile, nothing more.
You turned around to find your seat back on the couch where you were comfortable, but also giving him a silent invitation to come inside. You had sat down on the couch not paying attention to George, but you knew he closed the door, took off his shoes by yours, and put his keys on the table by the door like he always did. It was like a routine to him.
George ended up awkwardly standing beside the couch as you ignored him.
"You know, if you didnt open the door I would've used my keys like you did." George tried to spark up a conversation, but you only hummed in response. You were scared that if you spoke, you would cry.
George ended up making his way to the couch sitting beside you and pulling you into his embrace. Your head was on his chest and you began to sob. You missed this it's only been a few hours, but you had felt that in those few hours you had lost everything. You continued to sob into his hoodie as he rubbed your back and shushed you, whispering sweet nothings into the air only for you to hear.
"Im here, and Im sorry. Im so fucking sorry that I did this to you and I only hope that you can forgive me." George said, his voice cracking a little when he said that. You kept crying.
That's what you wanted to hear all along, that's what you needed. You could forgive him in due time, you always will because you love him, you will always love him. You both can always make it right.
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moonlightmiya · 3 years
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pls pls pls if you have time write something for kita like housewife stuff or sumn idk idk
a/n - ofc I have time, I’m like always online lmfao n yes I’ve had Kita brain for for the past week
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My Dearest
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SFW and NSFW (Minors DNI w NSFW)
Worker!Kita x Housewife!F!Reader
Includes - domestic cuties, housewife reader, receiving oral, penetration, apron play (idfk either), fluff fluff fluff
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— sfw —
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{ 7:30 AM }
Days with Kita are divine, that’s the only way to put it,
Come morning Kita wakes you up with both arms around you, pulling you close to his body and tapping your face until you awaken, as you do Kita is the first thing you see, his warm smile radiating off him along with his lazy eyes staring down at you lovingly
You would both stay like that for awhile, before getting up to fix yourselves from your slumber
As you both make your way downstairs you are quickly to decide between baking pancakes or making toast, or if it’s a lazy day there would already be fruit in the fridge
{ 8:00 AM }
“Baby do you need help with that?” He comes up behind you, holding you tight in his embrace once again
“Nope, you go get ready for work” you giggle as you tap a bit of flour on his cheek, nudging him away before giving him a small kiss on the opposite cheek
A wide smile spreads across his soft lips as he exits the kitchen, your warmth still lingering on him
{ 9:30 AM }
After breakfast you head to the door with Kita, handing your husband his lunch before giving him a light kiss on his lips
“I’ll be back at six darling” He says as he waves to you from his car, smiling to yourself, you head inside to spend some time alone in your shared house
{ 11:30 AM }
You sigh as you check the clock, even after catching up with your favourite show you still have so much time left
Getting up from the couch, you make you way over to your phone, seeing a text simply along the lines of ‘I’m missing you so much dear’ with the name ‘Kita<3’ saved as the contact
You quickly tap along the keyboard to send a reply back to your husband, then opting to go out shopping for dinner, ready to buy his favourite stuff
{ 12:00 AM}
As you arrive at the local store you grab a small basket at the entrance, practically skipping down the aisle as you pick up food and snacks for the two of you,
As soon as you were heading to the checkout you passed a clothes area, where a gorgeous red apron laid, it had small white strings to tie at the back and was shorter, it would rise up to your knees
Figuring your husband would like it, you decide to pick it up
{ 13:30 PM }
After you get home and place the shopping down you decide to go up and try on your new buy,
You look at yourself in the mirror, mouth gaped, it was shorter than you imagined, it fit perfectly around your waist sure, but the bottom of it sat above your knees,
“What would Kita think?”
You decide to put on a skirt and a comfortable jumper along with the apron, snapping a picture of yourself to sent to Kita
{ 15:00 PM }
After placing your phone down on the bed, forgetting about it, to scroll through your computer mindlessly, texting some friends and shopping for new interior, ignoring the way your phone is buzzing every few minutes
{ 16:45 PM }
Four pm rolls past pretty quickly, staring down at your closed laptop you make your way to the kitchen, figuring what to cook tonight’s dinner,
You eventually get the ingredients out, starting to cut up the veg,,
{ 17:30 PM }
As you put the food into the oven you hear the door open and close, looking up to the clock, it isn’t time for Kita to be home yet, you quickly turn around only to see Kita looking back at you
“Work finished early.. you mind telling me why you weren’t responding to me texts dear?” He makes his way over to you, pining you against the table counter
“You sent me a real nice photo, but you look even better in real life hm” he kisses your lips once, moving down to your jaw, you grip onto his arms as he places soft kisses against your sweet spot on your neck,
“I just forgot about my phone..” you shiver as he places a harsher kiss on your neck, trying to hide your moans as he sucks at your sweet spots
“Not a good enough excuse dear,”
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{ 17:45 PM }
You take the food out the oven, turning back to kiss your husband again, “let’s wait for it to cool down yeah?” You nod at his words, letting him lift you up to the counter
“Now, where were we?” He smirks as he interlocks your lips with his, pulling you further in to the sloppy kiss, he pulls away to bite softly at your neck, still holding your waist, eventually he makes his way inbetween your legs, spreading them a bit and pulling you to the edge of the counter
He takes one of your hands in his and starts to kiss up your thighs, leaving tingles wherever his lips leave your skin , he eventually plants a soft kiss on your panties, slowly ripping them away from your body
“Already such a mess for me sweetheart”
{ 18:00 PM }
You grip onto Kita’s hair as he brings you to your first orgasm of the night, dinner completely forgotten about as he slows down his tongue to lick hot long stripes up your cunny, being careful not to overstimulate you too much
“So sweet, doll” he sucks another hickey into the inside of your thigh before running his hand back up your body to pull you into a kiss,
“You taste that doll, could lap you up for hours” he nuzzles into your neck, kissing it softly as you shiver in his hold, “don’t want dinner to get cold hm, I want you to have stamina for tonight,” his words make your eyes widen, followed by a wide smile that stretches your cheeks
He takes your hand and leads you to sit down on the couch, him slowly coming back to you with the food and a remote in his hand, “come here doll, sit on my lap for now, yeah?”
{ 19:00 PM }
After cleaning up the dishes and dancing with your husband, you both head upstairs to get back into comfortable clothes, your head automatically turning to Kita as he starts to take his shirt off
“‘M sorry, I can’t stand waiting anymore..” you wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him with enough force to make him sit down on the bed, you automatically straddle him as his large hands come to hold your hips and thighs in place
He gently moves you against his semi-hard cock, slowly letting you take the lead. You manage to strip him naked, going onto removing you own clothes,
“Everything but the apron” is the only thing Kita says before standing up from him spot on the bed and placing wet kisses along the side of your neck,,
{ 19:30 PM }
Your moans filled the room as Kita kneels behind you, scrunching the newly bought apron up to your waist as he bounces you back on his cock, occasionally he gives a sharp thrust forward, nearly hitting your cervix in the process
“That’s it dear, grind back on me” you can barely see his face as his spare hand holds your head down to the bed, but you can make out the smirk rapidly growing on his face when he watches your hips gain speed
“Atta girl” he shifts the hair from your face as he starts to rock himself forward into you, eyes glued on where the two of you were connected
{ 20:00 PM }
He grips your hips as he thrusts up into you, basking in pain as your fingernails claw at his shoulders, glancing at your apron hanging off your body and threatening to slip off
“Ngh.. Kita, let me do something” you hated the way your voice came out more shakey than it should of, but seeing that your husband liked it, you kept it up. The harsh thrust up is a signal from him to say no, his face is a sight to take in, with his eyes rolled back and his limbs shaking everytime you bounce back down onto his cock
He’s already filled you up twice by now, using the cum as makeshift lube to fuck into your pussy deeper, making you squeeze around him for the umpteenth time that night, you’ve almost lost count of how many times he has made you gush around him or ruined your orgasms, the only thing playing in your mind is to be a good girl for your dearest husband
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{ 20:15 PM }
You both lay side to side, your hand in his hair as you both relax from your highs,, he brings your still nude body closer to his to place a final few kisses before standing up to head to the bathroom,
“You don’t need to do anything, dear, I just wanted to show my darling some more appreciation” he flashes you a smile before turning the shower on at a medium heat, coming back through with his arms wide open
{ 21:00 PM }
Kita lays down beside you for the last time that night, bringing snacks and hot drinks with him, placing them down beside you along with a heat pad for your stomach
He picks up the remote and cuddles in beside you, wrapping your arms around him as you shelter him
You both stay in a comfortable silence, the occasional ‘I love you’ slipping out past yours and his lips, but apart from that, it’s only him, you and the old romance movie playing on the TV screen
{ 21:30 PM }
You both giggle like kids as you try aim popcorn into each others mouths, failing miserably, but no mentions of it, you go to pick another piece up, but a strong arm pulls you back into a spooning position
“You smell good” Kita practically moans at the scent of you, holding your body close to his once again, still laughing at the situation before
“My god you really are gorgeous, huh?” He lifts your chin up to meet his gaze, his thumb running over your bottom lip as your breath hitches in your throat, “so gorgeous in my shirt, I really am so in love with you y/n” you could barely make out the last part of his sentence, but manage to anyway, breathing out a small thanks and a larger ‘I love you more’
{ 22:30 PM }
The credits rolled onto the screen, looking beside you to see Kita’s sleeping figure clinging onto yours, a gentle smile makes its way onto your face, he always knows how to make you feel brighter, even without being awake,
You hold him closer to you, nuzzling yourself into his chest and turning the TV off, before letting a hand run through your husbands hair. A soft arm nudge followed by a grumble comes from Kita, his hand searches for yours as he starts shifting around, you gently place your hand in his, instantly calming him down
You softly laugh to yourself, whispering sweet nothings into the air, soon finding yourself also falling into slumber, and all with Kita in your arms
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Asks n Req open!
I got lazy with the ending, I didn’t have any ideas and my mind was so blank, it sucks for an intp BUT YA KNOW
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arcadejohn127-9 · 3 years
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Feel free to ignore this one. How would the brothers handle an mc with colored/dyed hair when their roots grow out and/or they decided to change the color?
The brothers with a MC who likes to add colour to their hair
Lucifer:
"you've been in the bathroom for over an hour now, what are you doing?"
He knocked on the door, wanting to respect your privacy but this is the third time someone has complained the shared bathroom was being hogged
He had to step in before mammon busted down the door in fear you've gotten hurt
"I'm just doing my hair! It'll only take a little bit more!"
"you don't have to change your hair everytime you get bored-"
He dragged out a sigh whilst he talked but paused when he saw you finally come out the bathroom
"it's blue! Like your sin!"
Lucifer.exe has stopped working
he quickly hide his face with his hand, pretending to be tired of you but was actually blushing
"Yes, very nice now go, people need to use the bathroom."
You just laughed, grabbing the hand that was hiding his face
You gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before going on your way
Lucifer hopes you'll be keeping the colour
Mammon
"Mammy, check it! We match!"
He turned around wondering what you meant but there you were - now with white and gold in your hair
He immediately jumped up
"You trying to kill me?! You seriously changed your hair to match me?!- it's good, it's whatever."
He pushed his lip out, turning his head away from your gaze
"glad you like it, I'm thinking of keeping it like this."
AMBULANCE! HE'S BEEN SHOT! HIS HEART HAS BEEN HIT TWICE!
HE'S GOING INTO DOPEY LOVE SHOCK!
"it suit you, who doesn't want to match with the great mammon?! It'll let people know you're my human."
"Or you're my demon."
HE'S BEEN SHOT THREE TIMES- OH LORD THERE'S NO MERCY
Please - he's so flustered right now
He's very happy you wanted to match with him, might just get you a similar/the same jacket to him
Levithan:
You came out of of his bathroom, revealing your new hair
It was bright orange with a purple gradient
Levithan blushed, in awe at your new hair
"Maybe I should cut my hair too, then we both can look like anime characters."
You fiddled with your hair, walking over to sit with him
"both? I don't look like an anime cha-"
"You got the same hair as a hentai protagonist, how have you never noticed?"
He completely froze
He immediately began looking up images of those types of protagonists
Pulling out a mirror he had in his desk
He began screaming
"it shows people you're a real weeb, maybe we should dye your hair black so it fully matches-"
"N-NO!"
You were completely loosing it
Laughing non stop as he tugged at his fringe, completely defeated by this new discovery
You decided to be nice, taking one of the clips out of your hair and put it in his, moving his fringe out of his face
"there, that's better."
His face was completely red, hiding in the back of his hand as he nodded in thanks
Satan:
"So~ did I get the shade right? wait-"
You put his tail right beside your hair, eyeing to see if it matched
"yes! We got a match!"
Your hair was a toxic green, matching the very tip of his tail
He had a light blush, watching you play with his tail from the corner of his eye
"Is there a reason made your hair match?"
"because I like you AND I wanted to change up my look!"
He nodded, his tail curling
He kept his eyes trained onto his book
Not wanting to be caught flustered by such a small thing
"You like it~ perhaps I should keep my hair like this."
"do whatever you wish, it's your hair."
You leaned against him, grabbing his horn and gave his head a little shake
He just raised a brow at you
Finally, he looked at you
"I'm definitely keeping it, I like it when you're flustered."
He couldn't fire back, just sighing and let you do your own thing
Asmodeus:
He let you use his bathroom, all for seeing what colour you'll go for next
When you finally came out of the bathroom and revealed the final product
He immediately shuffled across his bed and admired your new look
"You look great! I'm loving the colour~"
Of course he did, it's pink
"I heard from Solomon you've dyed your hair a neon pink."
He didn't expect you to know that!
"He told you what?! That was supposed to be a secret!"
"hey but now I match your colour! Everything works out!"
Still moped that Solomon told you about his tragic hair dye phase
But he couldn't lie, he loved how the pink looked on you
He immediately wanted to take pictures of you and show off how you two matched
"Next time you see Solomon, tell him he'll throw him like last time~ please and thank you~!"
Beezlebub:
When he couldn't find you
He asked around and found out you were hogging the bathroom
Immediately went to the bathroom to ask if you okay
"do you need a hot water bottle? I heard they're good for stomach pains."
"I'm fine Beel-"
"Asmo said you've been in there for hours, are you sure?"
"I'm doing my hair, that's all!"
There was an pause, he quickly smiled, glad you weren't sick
Not long after you came out, showing off the new coloured hair
"Do you like it? I based it off your sin colour."
It was an almost vibrant red, he smiled even more with a blush on his face
"you look really cool."
He loved your hair, whenever you guys go out he tries to wear something red to match you even more
Belphegor:
He was 'napping' aka sleeping for another 3 hours after being asleep for 12 hours
Which gave you plenty of time to recolour your hair and even decide what colour you'll got for next
You already had an idea so all you had to do was go through with it
"I'm purple now, does it suit me?"
It was abit late to ask but either way you were going to keep it until you could change it again
Belphie looked up from his pillow
He immediately smiled
"you match with me, how cute."
He'll tease you for matching but the true is he's super embarassed
His fringe can't hide that blush!
He'll get happy whenever he looks at your hair
Will brag to EVERYONE about how you did your hair just to match him
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hellsenthero · 3 years
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New Life
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Written by: hellsenthero
Bucky X FemReader
Just as Bucky gets home from his mission you find out you’re pregnant. With a flustered mind you quickly leave your fiancé at home to go out making Bucky draw to some wrong conclusions.
Square filled: Pregnant Reader
Warnings: None. (1.6k Words)
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A sudden gasp escaped your lips as you looked down at the little white stick in your hands, the two pink lines staring up at you reeling you back into reality. 
“Ohhh…” Is the only word in your vocabulary as you continue to stare with wide eyes, your mouth half open in shock before a knock on the bathroom door rattles you. 
“Y/N,” Bucky says from the other side of the door, “I’m back. You in there?” Shoving the test into the pocket of your hoody you clear your throat before answering your fiancé. 
“Yeah, I’ll be out in a minute.” You hastily began cleaning up the bathroom, making sure to hide the pregnancy test box and instructions at the very bottom of the trash, you hadn’t expected Bucky to be home from his mission just yet. You also hadn’t told him about your missed period or pregnancy concerts. After all, he’d told you before that he didn’t think he could even have kids with all the shit Hydra’s put his body through. 
Well guess what Bucky, turns out you can knock a girl up. You think to yourself. With all evidence hidden away, you take a calming breath as you look yourself over in the mirror. Your eyes are slightly glassy, dark bags beneath from the many early mornings you’ve spent with your head in the toilet, your face is flushed with equal parts shock and excitement and you can’t help but smile at yourself in the mirror. You’re going to have a baby. 
You’ve always liked the idea of having kids, so while this was all a shock to you, you weren’t disappointed at all, you were happy. The only question in your mind now was; would Bucky be happy about this? 
Stepping out of the bathroom you walk over to Bucky who’s sat patiently on the bed, waiting for the bathroom to free up so he can wash away all the dirt and sweat from his body. 
“You’re back early, everything go okay?” You ask him, wrapping your arms around his neck you press a quick kiss to his lips. 
“Yeah, we got all the intel we were after.” He answers as he slides his hands down your back and towards your waist. You pull back quickly before stepping out of Bucky’s arms. With the pregnancy test hidden in your pocket you couldn’t have him wrapping his arms around you there and finding out about your little secret. Not yet, anyways. You pretend to not see the concern in your fiancé’s eyes as you walk over to your wardrobe, pulling free your jacket you slip it on before facing Bucky. 
“I’m gonna head out to the store, there’s some things I need to pick up. You should wash up, there’s left over pasta in the fridge if you’re hungry.” Before you can get an answer back, you leave the room. 
Going to the store was an obvious lie to both you and Bucky, but in your frazzled state, you don’t particularly care. Instead you head out in the direction of your local coffee shop, pulling out your phone you call the one person who you think has the answers you’re looking for--Steve. 
“Hey Steve,” you begin after he picks up on the second ring, “do you have some free time right now by any chance?” 
“Hi Y/N, yeah I’m free. Is everything okay?” He asks. A small smile graces your lips at his words. With his friendship with Bucky and concern for others you couldn’t help but love and trust the Captain. 
“Yeah, everything’s fine. I was just hoping we could talk about some things. It's about Bucky so if he texts you please don’t let him know we’re meeting, he thinks I’m out at the store.”
“Uh, yeah, sure thing.” Steve answers, you can hear by his tone of voice he’s trying to figure out what’s going on with you and Bucky. 
“Great, then I’ll meet you at the Espresso Hut.” You tell him before hanging up. 
It’s only ten minutes later before Steve shows up wearing a baseball cap and shades in a pathetic attempt to stay anonymous to others. 
“Hey,” you greet him as he takes the seat opposite you, his hands wrapping around the warm latte you took the liberty of ordering for him. 
“Hey, you sure everything’s okay Y/N/N? We don’t usually meet like this.” Talking a sip of your decaf coffee, something you’ll unfortunately have to get used to over the next nine or so months, you nod your head. 
“Yeah, well I wanted to ask you…” you pause, thinking over your next words, “has Bucky ever talked to you about wanting kids?” Steve’s eyebrows raise in surprise, not expecting your question. “I know this is personal, but everytime I try talking to him about it he just changes topics. The most he’s said on the matter is that he doesn’t think he can have kids, but he’s never told me if he even wants them. I was hoping maybe, well, maybe he’s told you more on the matter?” You ask softly. You look away from Steve’s knowing gaze to down at your lap, your hands folded over top your stomach as you fiddle with your fingers nervously. 
“You’re pregnant?” Steve says it less as a question and more as a statement but still, you nod your head and answer. 
“Yeah, I just found out and I’m happy about it, really happy. I just don’t know if Bucky will be and it’s stressing me out, I don’t think I could handle him being disappointed at this.” You say truthfully as you look back up. Steve’s full lips spread into a wide smile before he’s leaning across the table and wrapping a gentle arm around you. 
“Congratulations Y/N, that’s great news.” 
“Thanks.” You say before pulling back from the hug. Situating himself in his seat once more Steve reaches a hand out to you, clansping it gently he gives a small squeez. 
“I don’t think you have anything to worry about, doll.” A light blush covers your cheeks as you smile. 
“Really?” You can’t help but double check. 
“Really.” Steve answers with a small nod and wide smile. 
“Well, in that case I really should be heading out to the store.” You tell him. 
By the time you enter your front door you’d been gone for a little over two hours. Stepping inside the fresh scent of vanilla catches your nose as heavy footsteps make their way towards you. 
“You’ve been gone for two hours.” Bucky says by way of greeting as he comes around the corner. 
“Yeah sorry about that, I had a few different places to go to.” You say as you shake off your jacket. Bucky nods his head but you see a flash of worry in his eyes as he looks away from you and down at the floor. “What’s wrong?” You ask him as you take a step towards him, your hand coming to rest gently against Bucky’s cheek. Your fiancé shrugs his shoulders as his head tilts up, his blue eyes meeting your own. 
“You tell me. I’ve been gone for a week on a mission and the second I get home you can’t wait to be rid of me, so much so that you literally ran out the door.” He says, gesturing to your front door behind you. “Are you upset about the missions?” He asks. 
“Oh bub, no,” you say softy, shaking your head at him, “I just, I found out some news just before you got home and then I had to go out to get some...stuff, for it.” Bucky’s dark brows furrowed in confusion, his eyes looking you over. 
“Are you okay?” He asks, his voice thick with concern. You nod your head as you gently push him back from you before you grab his hand and walk him into your living room. 
“I’m fine. But I have something for you.” Sitting Bucky on the couch you reach into the shopping bag you carried with you into the house. Pulling out a white box that you got the cashier to wrap up at the store you set it gently onto Bucky’s lap. “Open it up.” You tell him. 
With a look of curiosity Bucky gently undoes the yellow ribbon on the box before opening it up. With both hands he pulls out a small grey onesie with Daddy’s sidekick written on the front in bold black letters. Bucky’s blue eyes widen in shock, his mouth dropping open as he looks between you and the onesie and back again. 
“Really?” He gasps. With tears threatening to slip down your cheeks you nod your head, a smile gracing your lips. 
“Are you-” Before you can finish your question, Bucky’s already standing before you and wrapping you tightly in his arms, his face coming to rest in the crook of your neck where you can feel his hot tears against your skin. 
“We’re having a baby.” He whispers. 
“We’re having a baby.” You repeat with joy. Bucky pulls away from your neck, his eyes meeting yours. 
“You’ve made me the happiest man in this whole damn galaxy, you know that Y/N/N.” Before you can answer Bucky is already kneeling on the floor, resting his forehead against your stomach and his hands on your waist he whispers softly, “Hi baby, it’s your pop. You have no idea how many nights I’ve dreamt about you. I love you so much already.” 
As a laugh escapes you at his words you can’t help but think to yourself; this new chapter is going to be something special.
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ruruness · 3 years
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idk what this is but
genre: smut, slight fluff in the end
pairings: felix × reader
warnings: size kink, swearing, degradation, choking kink, airplane sex (🤡)
authors note: not good in writing i srsly dont know what i wrote here but hope y'all like it. and if there are typos or misspellings i am so sorry for that
you and your whole group of friends decided to go on a vacation, take your mind off things since one of your bestfriends just got into a breakup with their girlfriend.
at y/n's home
you sighed but chuckled afterwards knowing that you would be going to the bahamas just to relax for a day, packing up all your clothes, skin care and everything else in your bags. you went to the bathroom to look at yourself, wearing a tube top with some short ripped shorts just for the summer whether. admiring yourself in the mirror you decided to take pics of yourself flexing your outfit on instagram. but that wasn't really the reason why you posted it on Instagram. you and your friends decided to suprise each other with your outfits by posting it on Instagram and flexing it to yourselves, but the real reason why you posted so early? you wanted to get your boy bestfriend's attention, alex. you've known alex since you were a kid, you both would spend time together, watch the movies, play games, and even when you both were young you took a bath together. y/n and alex were neighbors too.
enough of looking at yourself in the mirror you decides to bring your bags and head out of your apartment and inside the taxi you called which will bring you to the airport. once you arrived getting all your stuff you went in, taking all the check outs (not sure what its called, i can't remember) before heading to terminal three where you saw your group of friends. "guys y/n is here!!!" shouted one friend and immediately she comes running up to you, pulling you into a tight hug. "i missed you too" you chuckled pulling away from the hug and walked to your friends where you all catched up, talking about each others outfits. but despite that you were focused on alex's outfit. a not fully buttoned polo, jeans, his hair fixed to the side.. he looked dreamy for you. he noticed your gaze holding back a laugh "y/n you're drooling" he said and everyone else started to tease you both "I'm not drooling!" you replied giving him a death glare "don't think too high about yourself loverboy, you aren't as handsome as you think" you added and he just rolled his eyes at what you said.
PA: passengers for flight GA 762 to Bahamas, please go to gate 26.
"oh that's us! let's go" you said and you all took your bags and started to walk to gate 26, ofcourse you all were still chatting and talking about what it'd be like in the trip. once you all arrived you gave your tickets to the lady before proceeding to board the plane. while you were waiting in line you noticed a group of boys ("boys" as in stray kids).
your mouth dropped when you say felix and his whole group of friends saw you too. they waved at you waved back but with felix you marched towards him and pointed a finger at him. "why the fuck are you here?" you asked glaring at him "excuse me" he says walking closer to you but his charms never works on you and you stood your ground. "we're going on a trip, now don't say I'm stalking you because please I never planned for us to meet" he told you and you just sighed and left him there with his ego, you went back to your bags and continued to wait.
there's quite history between y/n and felix. not ex's but y/n in their photographer and everyone knew that you and felix will always butt heads when it comes to pictures. him wanting to do it again but you saying no because it looks perfect, your fight with him would go for hours. hell, you even thought he liked you because of that. why? because everytime alex would come and fetch you he would stare at you both, clenching his jaw, digging his fingers onto his palm.
at this point you knew what to do while he was looking. you decided to talk to alex, get all touchy with him, dragging your finger down his exposed chest letting out soft giggles. felix hated that. he wished it was him. they way alex looked at your especially with your outfit made him even more jealous of the situation making you victorious.. for now.
"y/n and alex stop flirting!" they said and you laughed "i don't flirt with him." you responded holding your bags again as you got on the plane and headed to your seats. you and your friends were separated seats and some weren't, but you all were near. you got a window seat and once you arrived you saw felix on the first seat. great. he was your seatmate. you rolled your eyes letting out a sigh as you placed your bags on top, your tube top was exposing your tummy which felix was lowkey looking at, looking at all your curves making him bite his cheek from inside. once you were done you walked over him "excuse me" you said trying to work your way through since it was tight because of the reclined chairs. he stared at your ass wanting to spank it and when you looked back you saw him looking so you decided to tease him and lower your ass more. hearing him sigh you moved your butt in small circles letting out a chuckle before sitting down.
"i knew it. you like me dont you?" you asked looking at him with a smirk "what?! no. don't get ahead of yourself y/n" he replies and you chuckled "the way you looked at my ass says otherwise" you mumbled as you get cozy in your seat. seeing the seatbelt button lit up you wore the seatbelt and braised for impact as the plane started to move. you held onto the seats as the plane ascended, heavily breathing and felix just laughed at you so you kicked him with your foot. "it's okay baby, i got you" he whispers to your ear making a shiver run down your spine because he knew when he called you baby he has that impact with you, he knew calling you baby made you weak. you brushed the feeling off when the plane was steady now and finally letting out a sigh of relief when it was over.
hours later you fell asleep and felix just watched you sleep, your cute face made him soft and he just smiled but when he saw alex coming up he became serious. "hey, i just gotta talk to y/n, something important" alex says and started to shake your body waking you up but felix stopped him "let her sleep, that can wait." he said loudly scaring alex as he his voice got deeper but you woke up "stop felix, im awake. lets talk alex" you said sleepily. you got up and followed alex to the outside of the bathroom in which felix looks at your both. "y/n i know were bestfriends but.." he pauses looking at you and boom, he kisses you on the lips. his hand went to your butt and grabbed it squeezing it tightly. taking you and felix by suprise felix was mad but before he could do anything to stop you pushed alex away. "stop i like you but kissing and touching me without my consent? just to tell me you like me? no, I'm sorry alex. but just no." you said and walked back to your seat, ignoring felix you covered yourself with the blanket of the airline and started to cry. felix was mad standing up to walk to alex he punched his stomach hard and gave him a death glare before he ran to the flight attendant and ask for a first class seat and she said there was 2 available, he used his fame and they gladly gave it to him. he took your bags and gave it to the flight attendant for her to place and he shook your body. "c'mon let's got out of here" he said making you confused with snot still on your nose he took your hand and pulled you off your seat "hey!" you shouted as you both walked to the first class seats. you were amazed by it and can i just say it was full privacy, you both were on the same row so he lead you to yours, explaining it to you before he left you there and went to his.
it was like paradise you felt extremely happy about it, watching a movie asking for champagne and room service but.. something was missing. you had a fancy seat, you watched movies, champagne, everything but you felt that something was missing. you opened your door to knock on felix's door which he gladly opened it to see you. he smiled at you "hey y/n. how are you?" he asks "im fine don't worry, can i join you?" you asked and he fixed his chair for you to sit beside him. now these seats were only for one but since it was a big spot he sat on the floor in front of you and closed the door so no one would hear hour conversation with him.
the two of us decided to talk, keep up on what's happening in which boosted your mood, learning more stuff about him. we even started to lowkey flirt and get touchy over ourselves, his hand giving my thigh a gentle rub of comfort which made me red but nothing that serious.. yet.
End
OKAY THAT'S ALL BECAUSE I'M LAZY TO CONTINUE IT. PART 2 HAS THE SMUT SO JUST WAIT I GUESS. i hope y'all liked it and enjoyed reading it. I'll do a part 2 next week or next few days. and for the airplane seat just search in yt cheap first class seat y'all might find what i mean. thanks for reading <3
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nahoyagf · 3 years
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forget me not { mahito x fem! reader }
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summary: mahito picks you as his next target and manipulates you with your dead husband
tw: mahito, manipulation, slight sexual content, angst
Your love. Your soulmate. Your best friend. That’s what he had been to you.
“Lost but not forgotten” or “he’s always with you” is what everyone had said to you. They just wanted to make you feel better, you knew that, but it still stung when they were the bitter reminder that your husband was dead. Sometimes you forgot. Staring at your pictures too long or finding yourself waiting for him to come home from work. It felt nice to forget. In your bed you imagined him laying behind you. Arms on your waist and lips on your neck.
But then came the coworkers. Offering food or flowers as condolences. They seemed to check up on you at least every week and you had no clue why. Was it to torture you by not letting you forget?
Your husband was a jujutsu sorcerer. He had been able to actually use techniques while you had been “gifted” with the ability to see curses. That’s how you met, actually. He had helped you when a nagging curse wouldn’t leave you alone. A true savior in your eyes.
His death was caused by a group of curses. Or at least that’s what they told you. Whenever you asked what the curses looked like or who they were, his coworkers avoided the questions. Until recently, that is.
“There’s a curse. It hangs out around your house.”
The white haired man smiled, although this wasn’t a happy matter. Your face fell into a frown.
“I can see curses and I haven’t seen any around here.” You put it bluntly. The last thing you wanted was to be scared. You just wished that these stupid sorcerers would leave you alone for a little. Let you forget.
“It’s probably being sneaky. Or your senses are getting worse. Either way it comes here a lot and I want to stay for a little so I can deal with it.” He had such a condescending tone. Cocky and arrogant. You grew to hate the sound of his voice.
“No.”
“What if it kills you?”
“Then I’ll live happily with my husband.”
“Stop being stup-“
“I said no, now please, just leave me alone.” you pleaded.
The mans face was in a frown. You were being such a pain. But he simply sighed and shrugged.
“Fine”
Unfortunately for you, the curse began to stop being as sneaky. You could sense it’s presence from time to time, feeling it behind you in the shower or next to you in the kitchen. However, everytime you looked, nothing was there.
One day you were making dinner for yourself. The house was empty as the evening breeze came through the window. It was peaceful. You turned off the stove, ready to put your meal on your plate. You walked over to the kitchen table.
Your body froze. There was a second plate on the table. By the chair. Where your husband used to sit. You stared at it for a minute. Maybe your mind just went back to it’s usual routine of putting two plates on the table. Yeah, that’s what it had to be.
Another thing happened the following day. You had been sitting on the couch watching some boring documentary. Eyes shifting over to the clock. 6 pm. The same time your husband would come home from work. You felt your stomach drop as the sound of the front door opening and then closing met your ears. There were no footsteps. No other noises. By the time your head snapped towards the door, nothing was there.
Eventually these odd things just kept happening. And despite how it scared you, you began to get used to it. It was wrong. To fall into the idea that your husband was still alive but never the less, your mind still did it. And through forgetfulness and delusion, you would occasionally talk as if you were talking to your husband. Greeting him when the door opened or saying “dinners ready”.
But one day, you actually saw him. You had been washing your face and getting ready for bed in the bathroom. Your face was dipped into the sink you reached blindly for the towel. Suddenly, a hand put the towel into yours and out of shock you whipped your head upwards to look into the mirror. Behind you, in the reflection, stood your husband. He looked about the same except his eyes were grey and blue and he had two long stitches across his face. You turned around only to be met with nothing.
You broke down. Crouching to the floor with your head in your hands. Tears pouring from your eyes. You didn’t stop sobbing for at least an hour.
The following night, you went to bed without washing your face. You laid on your side, trying to stop thinking about what you saw last night. It was so real but there was no way that it was. Just your mind playing tricks on you.
The side of the bed dipped and your heart dropped. There was the sound of breathing and you were too scared to turn around. Arms wrapped themselves around your waist and a pair of lips met your neck.
“Are you sleeping, my love?” a voice called out to you. It sounded just like his.
You didn’t say anything.
“Hmm? Are you ignoring me? I can tell you’re awake silly. Your heart is pounding.”
You felt paralyzed as the person began to turn you on your back. Their strong arms pinning you to the mattress as you stared up in fear. It was him. The man from the mirror. Your hus- no. There was no way this was him. He was dead. You knew he was dead.
“What’s wrong, baby? You look like you’ve seen a ghost” he chuckled as he dipped his head to the juncture between your shoulder and your neck. Giving you ticklish kisses and little nibbles.
“Who...who are you?”
He raised his head again. Staring down at you as if you were food.
“That hurts, baby. Did you really forget your own husband?” he said beginning to lower his head to kiss your neck again.
“Stop. Stop. Stop. You aren’t...” your voice drifted off. Mind getting too caught up in the feeling of his lips on your skin again. Your eyes welled up with tears. This was too much. Too real.
His hips began to press into your. Grinding slightly and he let out a little groan.
“C’mon sweetheart. Stop being silly and give your husband some love” he giggle out with a raspy edge to his voice. Your mind seemed to short circuit and you let out a quiet mhmm as your husband had his way with you.
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gintokisimp · 3 years
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Daydreaming about Silver isn’t good for your Health. Chapter 2: A silent night
Chapter 2. Tsukuyo helps Gintoki to get home after a long evening. 
Genre: Smut, Fluff, Light Angst, PWP
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 4,739
Both of them avoided eye contact, nervously aiming their eyes around the room. For Tsukuyo, it felt like the world was ending. It was so embarrassing for her to just sit here, left alone with the only man she couldn't stand being alone with. Well.. they weren't alone, but it sure felt like everyone disappeared into thin air. The only sound she could hear was her own heartbeat, the faint roaring of her blood in her ears and Gintoki's breathing.
He was still too close to her and she could feel his body heat touching her skin. Technically, that was impossible. No one was able to radiate enough heat to be felt half a meter apart. Was it really coming from his body? He definitely emitted something , she just couldn't get her finger on it. It contacted her in waves and when it brushed over her, she could feel the small hairs on her arm react to it, making it stand up in excitement. 
What was that weird sensation running through her body? She didn't drink anything today, did she? No, no.. that wasn't it.
This whole situation made her so uncomfortable, her ears were burning out of pure embarrassment and at the same time her body and mind reacted to his presence with weird visions everytime she closed her eyes for a short time. Thinking about those visions only made it worse. 
She felt her stomach twisting and a sour taste crawled into her mouth. Please, not here, not now!
"Excuse me, I.."
she puked. Just a little bit, but she puked. Right in front of him.
"Tsukuyo! .. what?"
Gintoki reacted fast and reached out his arms to catch her. When he made contact with her shoulders, she immediately jerked back, sharply breathing in. That was a mistake. He was a lot closer now and the air she sucked in was mixed with his scent. 
Gintoki's scent was a mix of cotton candy, strawberries and something that made her head spin again. She never smelled anything like this before.
Panting, struggling for air, she placed her hands on her knees, averting her eyes down to her feet. 
"What did you do Gin-chan?!"
Kagura let go of the still grinning Sougo and jumped into a standing position.
"Yea danna, what did you do, should I arrest you?" Sougo straightened his shirt and stood up as well. 
"Ah Sougo, loving a woman is not a crime." Kondo laughed wholeheartedly. 
"Stalking a woman sure is!" Otae threw in, an evil smiley decorating her face. Kondo looked at her, unimpressed. 
“Yes it is.” He simply replied. Kondo had moved on, but sometimes it still seems as if she didn’t get the message. Or she simply just didn’t believe him. 
"That's correct." Hijikata mumbled."I bet it's all his fault."
"Oi I'm not the problem here!" Gintoki snarled.
"Gintoki, you're a fine man, don't let these frustrated people tell you otherwise!" encouraged Katsura from the other side of the room. 
"Shut up, no one asked you." Came from Otae at his table.
Hasegawa looked at Tsukuyo with a warm smile "Are you pregnant lady? I can understand. Hatsu and I-"
"- they didn't even kiss yet." Kagura interrupted and pouted.
"Who's pregnant?"
"Who kissed?"
"As I said, they didn't!"
"I sure hope you didn't drink anything! That's not good for the child."
"No ones pregnant, she's just not feeling well. What the hell is wrong with men?! That's not the only reason for puking!"
"I..I need to go." 
Tsukuyo excused herself to go to the bathroom. His eyes were following her, watching her stumbling into the bathroom. Now, without his heavy scent in the air, she could finally breathe again. She leaned against the and slowly slid down, touching the cold floor. With her head in her neck, she took a few deep breaths. The change of atmosphere started to clear her head. 
I'm getting sick, it's all in my mind. That's why I'm reacting so extreme to these situations. Maybe I'm already fever dreaming.
She stayed in there a little while, hoping he would just forget what had happened and that she was here. If she waited just a little longer he might be drunk enough to just sleep in on the spot. She could get out without him noticing. 
A knock on the door pulled her back to reality. Someone entered the small room.
"Tsukuyo, are you okay? We are worried about you." Otae asked carefully.
"Yea, yea ‘s fine. Gettin’ sick. I guess..I already have a fever." 
"Oh yes, I can already tell you have a fever by looking at your face." She smiled at her and added a small giggle. 
"What’re ya sayin?" Tsukuyo frowned. 
"I said what I said, no hidden meaning behind it."
Otae winked.
"Come out and sit at our table. It's quite fun to talk to Zura when he's drunk."
"Okay.. I'm coming, just gimme a minute" 
Otae left the bathroom and she was alone again.
Tsukuyo’s break time in the bath was really all she needed right now. A few minutes passed until finally, everything that submerged her reasonable thinking had vanished and she felt like she could face him normally again. Normal? Nothing was normal about that. She might be able to manage if she really really needed to. But she wasn’t sure. 
Tsukuyo stood up slowly, straightened her clothes and checked her face in the mirror. Considering her situation, she looked quite okay. Her hand reached up to her scar and she scratched it absently. 
You have a beautiful face with a clean soul. 
She remembered it like it was yesterday. 
Later that evening, he was suddenly leaning on the table right next to her.
"Take me home Tsukkiii!" He shouted over the loud noises in the bar. She could tell he drank more than he planned to, his dull eyes tried to focus on her face. He wouldn't be asking her to do that if he was just a little tipsy.
"Ya live upstairs, sure ya can find your way alone." She avoided looking at him.
"No no you should guide me to my door ~ isn't that the thing that friends do? We're friendsss so ya shoulddd help me"
"Friends?" Tsukuyo sounded strangely hurt.
"Yes yes Tsukki will help you get home." Kagura came to his aid and leaned on his shoulder. She set them up expertadly, not even hiding it. 
"Kagura, you should also go home come with us ~"
"No, I need to talk to Shinpachi about something. You two should get some alone time."
"HUH for what Kaguraaa. We're friends. Friends go eat together, drink together and play games together!” 
Gintoki held up one finger for each point but stopped suddenly and stared at his third finger. 
“Waaait, we didn’t play games together. What can we play,..I have an idea, but is there something ya wanna play, Tsukki?” He turned his face in her direction and the odor of alcohol hit her. 
Her eyes fixed on the table, she felt her cheeks flushing and cleared her throat. 
“No, I don’t wanna play ya stupid games.”
“C’mon you didn’t even hear my suggestion! What if.. what if we play a game of jankenpon? That’s a great game!”
“Sounds great.” Tsukuyo replied, trying to sound uninterested. 
“..and whoever looses needs to get rid of a piece of clothing!” He continued with a triumphant laugh which caused Tsukuyo to lower her head even further.
Kagura dug her arm in his shoulder and Gintoki winced. 
“Gin-chan, you two can play that alone upstairs, how about that?” 
“Nooo, why? No need to do that alone we’re just two friendsss who wanna play a game, we can do that hereee." Gintoki put his hand on Kagura's face to push her away from him. 
“Go away, I want Tsukki there.” He mumbled under his breath. 
Tsukuyo heard that and she jerked her head up. She locked eyes with Kagura. The girl smiled innocently at her and she quickly turned away again.
He’s totally wasted, totally drunk, he would never say anything like that if he was sober. What does that even mean? Nothing, it means nothing.  
“You’re awfully honest when you’re drunk, Gin-chan” Kagura whispered and laughed in her fist. 
“Whaddaya sayin’, what did I say? I said nothin’, I said nothing! Shut up!” Gintoki blurted back at Kagura, supporting his statements with wild gestures. With his last word, he accidentally hit Tsukuyo in her face and she screeched in shock, turning around. 
“Ah honey, I’m so sorry, sssorry, did I hurt ya?” Gintoki reached down to her and patted her face rather clumsily.
His fingers brushing her face dissolved any composure she had gained in the last few minutes. Everywhere he touched, she felt a fire burning under her skin. 
“I don’t want t’ hurt ya” He whispered only loud enough for her to hear and he left his hand resting on her scar, with a smile that might have been friendly if he wasn’t intoxicated. 
Tsukuyo’s muscles just screamed for her to get up and run away again. Run away from this sly bastard playing with everyone’s feelings. Pretty normal behaviour, he’s drunk. He’s doing that to everyone, he cares about everyone the same. 
"Do you need help, Tsukki? Should we go together?" Otae asked, a little concerned, eyeing Gintoki with a slight disgust on her face. 
"n..no I'm fine." She stuttered back. 
"Good! Let's go then?!" Gintoki mumbled, withdrawing his hand as if he wasn’t just heavily flirting a mere second ago. Typical playboy . Standing up straight he didn't even wait for an answer and fell through the open door as soon as he made his way to the exit. A loud thud was coming from outside. 
He didn’t lie when he said he needed help to get home. 
“You sure you wanna do this? I’m sure Kagura could handle that if you don’t want to go.” Otae changed her approach, now trying to pull Tsukuyo out of the situation. 
“No. I’m helping him.” She stood up a little too fast and the glasses on the table rattled. Tsukuyo rushed outside giving herself no time to reconsider her decision. She couldn’t have anyone thinking that she was a scaredy cat just because she was the only one weak to his meaningless flirting. 
The night cloudless, the full moon shed its light on the empty street. It was a pretty peaceful scenery.. if it weren’t for a drunk samurai laying face down in the middle of the dusty road. Strange sounds echoed through the night as if he was singing, but never hit a note. 
Tsukuyo sighed. It was a pathetic sight and she began to feel bad for him. Now she only needed to find a way to get him up the stairs while at the same time staying as far away from him as possible. 
If she got too close to him, she might end up just like, face on the street, making funny sounds. Sounds of pleasure. ... oh. 
Tsukuyo shook her head to shush away her thoughts and slowly made her way over to him, gracefully walking through the moonlight. 
As the clicks of her heels got closer to him, she recognized that he was actually singing her name, if you could even call that singing. 
She grabbed his collar, the singing turned into indistinctive groans and dragged him to the stairs. He didn't even complain about being dragged through the dust and instead he started talking about his wonderful friend Tsukuyo who was always there for him and is there for him now, to help him in his hardest times. 
That was not true. She was never there for him. In fact, she tried to avoid him as much as possible, not calling for his help when she needed it, scared of him thinking she would just exploit him. He saved her. He was there for her.
And she was alone with him.
Shocked, she let go of his Yukata. Gintoki's head fell straight on the stairs and he cried out in pain. You idiot. Why did she say yes to bring him home? Idiot. Idiot.
Lost in her own spiral of thoughts and memories, she almost forgot he was there until he grabbed her leg and tugged harshly on her Kimono.
"Tsukkiiii why do you hurt me. Do you hate me?" 
Thrown out of context, she forgot her self-inflicted rule and looked down in his face. His dead, watery eyes reflected the bright shining moon.
Suddenly, they changed into the exact same shade of burning crimson from earlier that evening.
"Am I dreaming or was the moon always so close to me and indescribably beautiful.." 
Tsukuyo slightly turned her head to see the moon above her, but when she looked back, he was looking directly at her and she could see her own reflection in his eyes rather than the moons. 
Gintoki’s limited ability to think only revolved around the things that happened in front of him. And right now, it was only one thing:
The moon. 
And the stellar full moon behind her. 
She looked like an angel to him, her curvaceous body which he blameworthy eyed from time to time dressed in the dark blue kimono. His fingers itched, still holding onto the soft fabric. He could just reach out and touch her, feel her warm skin. Illuminated by the faint light, Tsukuyo was outlined with the moonlight's halo. 
His thoughts trailed off. How could he preserve that sight? How could he look at that forever? The alcohol really had messed up his brain, snatching all control over his emotions. 
However.., ..she was endlessly beautiful. 
But angels need wings to fly. He would make her fly high without them.
"What?" Tsukuyo whispered back. 
Shit, did I say that out loud? Gintoki’s eyes widened. 
"Uh, f- forget it." He stammered and turned around to crawl up the stairs.
Frozen in place by his words, she could only watch him working his way up to his porch. Gintoki always says inappropriate things, but never like this. Is he playing with her? As far as she knew, he tried that with every woman he met. Plus he was drunk. He probably already forgot she was the one helping him.
"Tsukuyoooooo..!" 
Well, .. obviously he didn't forget who was accompanying him on his very long way home.
"Tsukuyooo, I can't find the key hole, come and help meee!"
You can do this. You can do this. You can do this without creating any weird situations. Just help him open the door, kick him inside and leave. 
Tsukuyo was glad she was outside. The fresh night breeze helped her to calm down. She could actually breathe freely, not constricted by the walls of the bar where she wasn’t able to flee in the worst case scenario. 
Now, packed with a little more confidence, she climbed up the rest of the stairs in front of her and joined him on the porch.
Gintoki's forehead connected with the frame of the shoji door, whereas he tried to stab it repeatedly with his rattling key. 
„Go in already! Ugh can’t find the damn hole.“ He mumbled to himself in between his aimless blows. 
If she wasn’t that pent-up, she might have laughed. He looked incredibly stupid while doing that. Just as he always does. 
However, she had no reason to laugh as the wind suddenly caught up, ruffling his hair in all directions, causing it to shine silver in the faint moonlight. 
For a split second, it took away her breath. Tsukuyo stopped a few meters away from him and leaned on the railing. The kiseru in her kimono felt heavy, usually taken out by now to cover up her utter nervousness.
But this time, she resisted. 
Gintoki‘s hand stopped to slash the key across the door and his head turned, his eyes loosely focusing hers. Deep red shining through the silver glittering waves. 
Her heart stumbled, only to launch into overdrive again when he started to speak with a calm voice. 
"Don't ya just stand there and watch me like a creep, come here and help me."
"Sure ya can find the hole if ya try a little longer. A grown ass man like you shouldn't need help finding the hole." She snorted in response. 
"Tsukuyo I didn't know you were into dirty talk." He smirked mischievously and Tsukuyo averted her eyes, flushing. 
“I‘m not.”
“Uhuh, ..Why don’tcha take matters in your own hand and find it for me then?“
Tsukuyo felt heat rising to her ears. Another of those comments and she would either kill him on the spot, or simply faint. A small indecent comment from him was enough to throw her off the tracks again. 
She smoothed out the folds on her clothes in an futile attempt to hide her sweating hands and approached the door, stopping at an arm's length. 
"Give me the key." She held out her hand, but he just looked at her face, still grinning. 
"Come and take it."
She withstood her urge to scream. 
"I don't want to play ya stupid little games, just give it t’ me I wanna go home."
"Tsukki..” His expression changed all of a sudden. “It's already late, you shouldn't go home alone, who knows what could happen to you." 
"What does that mean? That I can't watch out for myself?" Tsukuyo huffed. 
"No" He simply replied. 
"Okay."
“You’re the strongest woman I know.”
“..okay?” 
"I'm just worried, that's all." 
Gintoki turned his head away and handed her the keys. For a second, she just stared at him. He was worried about her? Since when? Her job was by far more dangerous than walking home late at night and he never mentioned he was worried about her doing this job. Shaking her head, she put in the key with one smooth move.
"Wow, you're so good at finding the entrance for my key. Are you always like this?" His head was still facing away from her, but she could see him grinning again. 
The heat from her Tsukuyos ears spread rapidly to her face. Dirty jokes are his favorite. This is the Gintoki she knew, not the one giving any sort of compliments or the one talking about his feelings.
She pulled the door open with a loud swoosh, took a swing and kicked him inside. Landing with his face first on the edge of the little step, he cried in pain. 
"Why are you so mean to me?" Tears were streaming down his face. 
"I guess beauty does really hurt." He added silently.. 
"Shut up. Good Night and have a fun morning after." Tsukuyo turned on her heels and was already on her way downstairs when she heard his voice again. 
"Oh no I've fallen and I can't get up!" Gintoki's dramatic voice echoed through the night. 
She hesitated with her foot hovering above the steps. 
"I said, I've fallen and I can't get up." The voice said a little louder.
With a long sigh, she turned around and stopped in the doorway of the Yorozuya apartment. Gintoki was still crouched on the floor, whimpering in a dramatic pose, his hands on his forehead and his eyes shut tight. 
"I can't move and no one is here to save me. Guess I'll just sleep here then. I sure hope the werewolves won't eat me tonight."
"The ghosts will." 
Tsukuyo cackled. She knew what he really was afraid of. 
"Oh shit were?!" 
He jerked up into a sitting position and his wide open eyes were searching the room, only stopping at the sight of her.  
"Oh it's just you. I thought you were already on your way home. Why did you come back? To find ghosts? No ghosts here."
His voice was shaking. 
"Ghosts are not real."
"Sure."
"So Tsukki, while you're here you can also help me. You see, I'm an old man and I don't make it to bed in time, I'll sleep in right in front of the door."
Tsukuyo put her fists on her hip and eyed him suspiciously. She really didn’t want to come in and help him even further. He was at home, her job was done. 
"’n what should I do? Bring ya futon here?"
"I'm drunk and if you won't at least guide me through the house, I'll destroy everything on the way to my room." 
As if to make a point, he banged his fists on the floor. Tsukuyo wasn’t having it. 
"Ya seem pretty sober to me, go to bed already, ya don’t need my help." It was true, Gintoki looked like he was having an evening free of alcohol, he just looked tired. 
Incredibly tired. 
She wasn’t able to grasp it, but something about him seemed off. As soon as she had denied her help, his facade had dropped ever so slightly, revealing a sadness she had never seen on him. But what made him act like that ?
“I do. I really do.” 
Gintoki's voice was silent, almost too silent for her to hear. 
His mask had only crumbled for a brief moment and Gintoki’s face was as bored as ever. 
"Fine, I'll help you"
With some newly found courage, Tsukuyo entered the apartment. She felt like she was crossing a line, the atmosphere in here felt so much different. Sad. Incomplete. 
She grabbed Gintoki's collar and lifted him up on his feet. Of course he was standing without any problems.
"Yatta! Your magic hands helped me! Look at me, I can stand!" 
Not leaving him any time for celebration, she pulled on his shirt and dragged him through the apartment to his room. Gintoki protested at first, but ultimately followed her lead.
Scanning his dark room, she saw his futon already laying on the floor. He probably just didn't bother putting it away last morning. Tsukuyo could bet all her money on an explanation similar to „Why should I stow it away when I will use it later again anyways?“
She stopped at the door, pulled him past her and threw him inside. 
Gintoki, continuing without her support, stumbled across the room. While he tried to coordinate his steps, he fingered at his sash and the belt. Not long after, the belt buckle crashed to the ground with a loud clang. 
As soon as Tsukuyo realized that he was finally getting ready to sleep, she turned around to leave the apartment. If his half covered arm was enough to make her daydream in a full bar, she didn't want to find out what other parts could do.
"Oi Tsukki wanna help.. me here as well?"
Tsukuyo peeked over her shoulder. His back was turned to her and he already managed to get rid of his Yukata and threw it heedlessly on the floor. Now, without this baggy piece of clothing, his broad shoulders were standing out and his black shirt and nicely fitting pants were hugging his masculine body. She rarely saw him without his sloppily worn Yukata.
"I'll leave now." She whispered, averting her eyes. 
"No. No.. stay.. we could, we could.." Gintoki mumbled back, but he wasn’t able to finish the sentence, as he slumped over and fell on his futon, one arm stretched out above his head and the other arm clinging to the parted zipper of his black undershirt. 
Laying on his back like this, he immediately started snoring. The soft sounds were filling the room and rang in her head. Not knowing what to do now, she just stood in the door and looked over to him. A peaceful smile was plastered on his face. He won't be smiling anymore when he wakes up tomorrow morning. 
Why did he even drink that much? But she didn't know if he really needed a reason to drink. Once you get used to it, you don’t need a reason anymore. 
In this state he couldn't even cover himself with the sheets, so without thinking, Tsukuyo crossed the room and kneeled down next to him. 
His body was radiating that strange sensation again and it just attracted her to come closer, slowly intoxicating her. She reached over to grab his sheets and accidentally brushed his arm in the process. Tsukuyo jolted back and just sat there, shocked in silence. Her hands clutched the fabric on her knees. 
The sudden friction on his arm made it fall down. However, his fingers were still holding onto his open shirt and he exposed himself in the process.Half of his upper body was in her full view and lit by the moon shining through the window. The faint light drew highlights and shadows on his well toned abdominal muscles. Once her eyes caught that, she couldn’t turn away, absolutely drawn into the sight. 
How could someone who's daily intake almost only consists of sugar be that muscular? They were perfectly formed and her fingertips felt hungry to touch them, fidgeting around on her knees. 
Gintoki's muscles twitched slightly and she caught her mouth falling open.
Shit shit shit, I should leave.
But her body wasn’t listening at all, she just continued to stare at him.
The last and only time she saw him like this was at the pool where he was playing a lousy lifeguard. She remembered that she caught herself peeking at him a few times, but she didn't want anyone to notice it, so she focused on giving Seita a nice day, mostly staying away from him. Was it the first time where he called her a drunk terminator? She couldn’t remember. But certainly, there was a nice tone to it if he had been so scared of her. 
From the start of the evening, she should have just stayed away from him. Being around him was never a good idea anyways. 
Go, go now before it’s too late!
Tsukuyo’s gaze wandered from the deep creases along the lines pointing to his lower region. Her eyes stayed there for a moment before she moved upwards to his one bare pec. It looked so smooth and hard at the same time. It moved with every one of his shallow breaths. She wondered if it was comfortable to rest on. 
No..
What was she thinking again..
Her eyes continued wandering to his face. He really was quite handsome and she didn't think he was aware of that. Red eyes looked back at her. Red Eyes?
Realization kicked in.
He watched her. He watched her.
He blinked.
She blinked.
He blinked again.
Her head felt like it would explode any second.
After his next blink she was gone. Faster than the speed of light.
Gintoki's eyes flung open, looking up to the ceiling of his bedroom. He couldn’t exactly remember how he ended up here, at least not right now. Maybe tomorrow.  
What was that electric sensation?
It woke him up, raging through his limbs. Gintoki's skin prickled and it felt so good but it was over faster than he wished. Silent breathing that was not his own caught his attention and his eyes focused on a person sitting next to him. 
It was Tsukuyo. Her body looked very strained and she just started somewhere. She appeared to him like a deer hit by the headlights of a truck with no comprehensible reason in sight. Dizzy from the alcohol and slowly following her line of sight, he noticed that he flashed half of his upper body to her. 
No, She wouldn't be looking there. But what if..
Just to make sure, he flexed his stomach, just a tiny bit and studie her face. Her mouth fell open.
Yea, she was definitely looking.
Tsukuyo’s eyes moved a little lower but Gintoki was too tired to realize where exactly she was looking at. He just kept looking at her face, wondering why she was here and why the hell she was so excited to stalk him while he was knocked out sleeping.
Gintoki already forgot most of the events of last evening. Right now every memory he had resolved around her. Her presence, her voice and her soft skin...
- bright purple eyes stared blatantly into his own eyes. Nothing happened for a heartbeat. With faint moonlight shining on her face, he could see her turning bright pink. 
Was he dreaming? A mere moment later she was gone without a trace.
He was alone.
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danicarosaline · 4 years
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Just My Type | JJ Maybank x Kook!Reader | Ch. 1
Summary: You may perhaps have this tiny attraction to a certain flirty pogue that works for your step dad. All the while your mother is trying to set you up with boys who she thinks are your type.
Authors Note: hello my loves heres chapter one💛 i’d like to apologise for saying the readers face went red from blushing in the Prologue! Im gonna remove mentioning that from my fics so my women of colour will avoid cringing! Instead of using sentences like that, im gonna use the words “cheeks heating up” because anyone can physically feel that happening to them!
Also- this gon’ be a slooow burn (; hope y’all like it🥺🦋✨
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Laying face down in your pillow in a plank position, you twist your head towards your balcony when you hear the faint sound of the lawn mower running outside. You sprung up from the Queen sized bed and walk towards your full body mirror to check your reflection.
Not quite liking what you see though so you rush to the bathroom quickly to wash your face and apply a bit of moisturiser to your pretty skin to get that glowly “hey i woke up like this” look. You cringe at the glimpse of your hair. Looking like a lion whose sleeping schedule got rudely interrupted. You start to ease your crazy hair into place with your hands to try and smoothen it out. Throwing up gang signs(peace signs) in the mirror afterwards once done, feeling yourself. Yep, good enough.
Putting on your favourite silk robe (just to be extra) you start to make your way towards the balcony door, sliding it open and walking out slowly. Feeling the morning sun on your skin, you sigh in comfort and flutter your eyes closed. Trying to casually seem like you just wanna get some air and not a certain pretty blond boy’s attention. You throw your hands up in the air, stretching as you do and then smoothly running your ring clad hands to your hair. After a few minutes of trying to look cute by flipping your hair around, you purposely fail to notice the eyes that has gazed upon you.
“Looking beautiful as always Miss L/N!”
Eyes widen and casting down at the familiar voice, you tilt your head and give a kind smile to the foreign man who isn’t the blond boy you thought that was mowing your lawn this morning. Lifting up your right arm to give a wave to the man below you. “Hey there sir Chrisanto! How’ve you been? How’s the wife Miss Marisol?” You ask curiously.
Though you are just a tad bit disappointed to see someone else doing the blond’s every friday—morning job, you can’t help but feel joy at seeing the middle aged man with the funny mostache beeming up at you with the sweetest smile on his face. Chrisanto is one of the best, most dedicated worker you know and has been working for your stepfather for almost 20 years now.
Your step father’s respect for Chrisanto has grown consistently over the years for the man’s kind demeanour, loyalty and the amazing job he does to your lawn and garden. Without him, the outside front and outside back of your house wouldn’t be as impressive as it would’ve been.
Chrisanto is also the reason why that handsome blond works for your dad aswell. The blond was recommended by Chrisanto to take over the days he couldn’t make it to work because of some back problems that he’a gained through the years of over working for other people. Knowing this, your parents make sure Chrisanto gets plenty of breaks and days off, thus calling in the younger male to take over the shifts of Chrisanto’s.
“Oh you know, bitchy as always!” The man lets out a loud laugh at his own joke which you can’t help but laugh too.
“She still complaining bout’ that knee?”
“Everytime dear, everytime” he sighs with a shake of his head and a little smile to his face to the thought of his beautiful, whiny wife annoying him every morning about her knee.
“Do not marry yet Y/N! You too young, too young” he hollers at you with a wave of his hand.
“Damn sir Chrisanto if only you warned me that sooner, a wedding for me is already being planned by my mum as we speak!” You holler back at him.
“Who the future husband? Blondie?” He cackles at the weird expression you made with your face. Oh he definitely knows about your crush on the blond. He was young and inlove once too. He saw the way you stumbled on your words when he conversed with you and your step father, and the attention not being on him, but on the boy who was cutting away at a bush in the back yard.
You tried to joke with Chrisanto during that time but was so distracted by the pretty blond fellow you just couldn’t form a proper sentence and Chrisanto knew what was up. Eventually snapping out of it when your step father asked if you were okay.
“Chrisanto you play too much man! but hey ill catch you later yes?” Making your way back inside your room, your actions came to a halt when he suddenly said-
“Okay see you later Mrs Maybank!” Turning around abruptly you begin to ask who?? But his attention is already back to mowing the lawn, the loud sound of the lawn mower cutting off your voice from reaching his ears. Shrugging it off, you walk away. Keeping in mind to ask him about that later.
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“That was your second bowl of cereal honey are you okay?” Your mother asks, slight concern written all over her face. Placing the empty bowl in the sink, you place your hands on your hips and grin at her.
“Ah yes, now its time for pancakes!” You cheer whilst doing a little dance. She gives you an eyeroll at your enthusiasm but smiles nonetheless.
“Want some mama? I promise not to burn them this time!” Already shaking the bottle pancake mix with your hands. She shakes her head at you and resuming back to the pamphlet she has on her left hand and taking a sip of her coffee in the right.
After watching the butter melt in the pan, you start to pour the third batch of pancake onto it. You plan to eat atleast 4 pieces of pancake because why not? all the weight goes to your boobs and ass anyways.
“Oh almost forgot mum, Kie will be coming over soon!”
Hardly glancing up at you, she hums a little ‘okay dear’ and resuming back to a completely different pamphlet to the ones she had before, all the while walking out of the kitchen. You giggle at her. Heh, mum and her weird pamphlets.
Singing along to the song thats blasting from your Alexa, you flip the pancake with a spatula and letting out a whoop of approval at the sight.
DING DONG!
Deciding to ignore the sound of the doorbell and letting your mother get the door, you resume back to flipping your pancake in peace. After the second sound of your doorbell ringing throughout the house your mothers calls out to you.
“Oh honey can you please get that?” Your mother speaks from the living room.
“Sure ma, cause its not like im cooking or anything” you sass.
With the click of your tongue, you begin to make your way to the front door but moving faster at the thought of it being Kiara on the other side.
Turning the door knob you were left speechless at the sight of the person standing before you.
“Hey! Ive got deliveries”
Oh dear god.
The sound of his charming voice causes your stomach to do flips and your hands to sweat a little from the nervousness. Your heart begins to pick up its pace the longer you stare at him.
Observing the little deep dimple that formed on his right cheek when he smiled down at you.
You watch him place down the 2 bags he held in his toned arms onto the floor while he removes his red cap, fixing his blond locks into place before setting the cap on backwards on his head. Smiling at you again.
God he looks so good in his uniform.
You can’t help but stare into those heavenly eyes that pierced right through your own. The softest of blues, reminding you of the clear sky almost. His eyes held excitment and mystery, making you curious of the things he’s seen on the side of the Cut. Maybe blue is officially your favourite colour.
“Uh hello?”
The voice snaps you out of your daze, causing your face to heat up from embarrassment. You lick your lips and smile up at the smirking handsome blond infront of you. Waiting patiently for you to say something. Obviously noticing that your checking him out.
“What? Oh uh- yes! Hey there” you answer pathetically making yourself cringe.
“Yeah, so here are the deliveries for the week, everything should be in there already and if theres a problem just let me know yeah?” He goes to pick up the bags and handing them to you but before he could say anything else, you lose the grip on the bag when you feel the brush of his calloused hands on yours, causing some things to fall out of the bag.
“Oh-“ “oh no-“
When you both go to pick up the items that fell, you accidentally bump heads with the blond, causing you both to groan loudly. Both muttering out apologies, you go to pick up the items again.
You peek up at him through your lashes, seeing him shake his head at the funny encounter with a little smile forming on his lips. You bite your own to stop that little grin from making its way on your face. Atleast you know he wasnt annoyed at what happened just then.
After placing the last item back into the bag, you stand back up quickly as you watch him do the same. Clearing his throat he hands you back the other bag and this time you grab it with ease, keeping your hands firmly on the bag to avoid embarrassing yourself infront of the cutie again.
“T-thank you..” you stutter out like a sore loser.
“Yeah all goods” he smirks, hand scratching the back of his neck then bringing it back down and sliding both hands into his pockets.
“See ya later then Y/N?” He adds, eyeing you up.
Your eyes widen at the mention of your name slipping pass the gorgeous boy’s lips. Leaving you frozen from where you are. Feeling your heart beat louder in your chest, you’re scared he might hear it. You’re a stuttering mess at this point.
Who fucking knew the blond saying your name would leave you speechless just as much as his mere presence would?
He takes his leave but not before giving you a cheeky wink making you squeal quietly at the action. Your eyes dont leave the boy until he’s fully out the gate. He looks over his shoulder one last time to give a small wave of his hand. smirking as he does so.
You wave goodbye with a shy smile, giggling to yourself when you watch him hop into the company van and takes off.
“Oh my gosh ive never been so close to him before”
“wait how does he know my own name and i still dont know his?” you wonder out loud to no one in particular.
“Y/N L/N, GET YOUR GODDAMN ASS BACK IN HERE NOW! YOUR PANCAKES ARE GONNA BURN THE WHOLE HOUSE DOWN”
OH SHIT THE PANCAKES.
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aroaceslytherin · 3 years
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You Can Run (Lyall Lupin) *Sep. 14, 2021*
Song inspiration from ‘You Can Run - Adam Jones’
From the time Lyall was born to the time he ran away, his parents never stopped talking about werewolves. They taught him how cruel and vicious they could be. Creatures with razor sharp teeth had no sense of morals or love. Lyall never loved the feelings he got when he was told to follow them to dens. He felt nauseous. He felt disgusted.
They were treading on private property, bugging living creatures that had other lives outside of werewolves. He knew they never asked for it. Some of them were born that way and that’s all they knew. Some of them didn’t even remember what it was like to be a kid before they became a wolf. It was heartbreaking.
But his family never cared. And soon they conditioned him to not care. To think horrible things about them. He started drinking and smoking to get away from it. No matter what he did he could not escape. They never listened to him. They only listened to his sister. She escaped early, he never got to.
When his parents went too far; that’s when he got his living parasite.
His name was Archer Rudolfo - twin brother of Aspen Rudolfo.
Who’s that knocking at your door?
You’ve got lots to answer for
Who’s that sleeping in your bed?
Lyall was only seventeen when the werewolf imprinted on him. Seventeen when his sister let her thoughts control her. Seventeen when his life ended.
He had never been the same since that night. Neither of them were. They were more wary of everything. Lyall began working at the Ministry with Georgia to bring in more income as they were losing money and becoming poor. They both knew they had to leave the mansion someday as they were not going to be able to keep it.
Though they inherited and became the sole bearers of their parents money, the house was much too big for the two of them. Plus they were losing money and becoming poor from all the doctor's visits and trials to keep Georgia out of Azkaban. Their childhood home also held darkness they had never seen… darkness they had never wanted. It was getting too heavy to live there any longer.
Cross your heart and hope to die
Swear that you won’t tell no lie
Cross your heart and hope to die
Lyall woke in fear every night from nightmares. Some nights, he didn’t sleep at all. He would wake up, go downstairs, and watch a movie with hot chocolate and his sister. She had not been able to sleep well since the night she murdered their parents either.
They might have been free, but it haunted her daily like the wolf at his window every Full Moon. She had a different set of razor sharp teeth sinking into her soul, dragging her down to a fiery inferno. They both began to drink and smoke heavier since that night.
Lyall wanted to quit, though he knew one day he would start again. He was conflicted. In one way it helped but in another he knew it might start hurting him. Just because they found ways to expel magic differently than those who paid for their lives during the Salem witch trials, they were still human.
Lyall never stopped, knowing his family did not have complications with drugs. He would stop when and if he had kids. Though the wolf had also ruined that dream for him.
Every time you fall asleep
Pray the Lord your soul to keep
You got problems now, my friend
Through the years they had spent in hotel rooms, Lyall was still uneasy. He checked the closets and under their beds, behind shower curtains, on balconies, and around every corner at night.
They stopped going out at night, especially on Full Moons. They gave themselves a curfew and when the sun started setting, they went back to whatever hotel was home that month. They stopped trusting people and questioned everything.
Lyall’s overthinking got worse. Georgia’s anxiety increased. Once they began to have more pills prescribed to them, they stopped going to the doctor’s. They both knew what was happening to them. They didn’t want to hear it.
They kept moving. A new town, new hotel, and new people every year.
You can run
You can run
You can run
I don’t mind
I don’t mind
I don’t mind
Yet Archer still found him. He would follow them around, hidden under hoods. He would wait under porches, windows, and trucks for he knew one day Lyall would have to leave at night. That one night, he would pounce. He would get him.
He smiled a crooked smile everytime Lyall looked behind him, fear in his eyes.
Lyall could not remember the last time he looked at himself in the mirror and saw true happiness. His eyes just kept getting darker. The light keeps dimming. Yet he kept holding on for something. He felt like someone was reaching out for him, waiting to be rescued.
Archer loved the thrill of the chase. Lyall was a coward. This man had no happiness in him, which is exactly why he couldn’t save his boyfriend.
He wasn’t able to conjure a patronus. He had none and he would never have one.
Lyall was too far gone. No one could save him now.
Archer would have him soon.
Truth gonna come out, someday
It’s gonna wipe that smile right off your face
But you can run
You can run
You can run
Archer laughed when he found out Lyall had found a pretty girl one day. “Yeah, I’m gonna ruin that, boy. You can’t run anymore. Everyday I get closer and closer. Now that young girl is in danger.”
He watched Lyall smile a genuine smile at the young brown haired girl. Archer growled. “You don’t deserve happiness. She will find out someday. The day I get your son.”
You saw things that shook your core
Things you’ve never seen before
Could’ve walked away instead
Archer continued to stalk Lyall. Lyall was so distracted by this girl named Hope that he stopped watching his back, stopped protecting himself, stopped putting up wards. At some point, Archer realized Lyall had not carried a wand on him some nights.
“Foolish man.” Archer licked his lips. “She’s going to get you killed.”
Lyall walked with his hands in his pockets, laughing with Hope. She began to talk to him about the stories she had from the orphanage. Underneath the butterflies he still felt for her after two years, he could feel his stomach twisting in knots. He knew he should be more cautious than he had been, but Hope was distracting. He knew he needed to work on protecting them, but the Ministry also had him busy.
“Lyall?” Hope asked softly.
Lyall shook his head, coming back to reality. “Yeah?”
“You are spacing out.”
“Oh, sorry.” Lyall rubbed his neck, glancing around the park. He squinted at a tree, thinking he had seen something.
“Lyall?” Hope asked again, resting a hand on his cheek. “You alright? You are getting clammy. We should get inside.” She grabbed his hand, tugging him toward the motel parking lot where he was staying. “Come on. What’s wrong?”
“Something is out here.”
“What?”
“I don’t know.”
Archer stood behind the tree, watching them enter the motel room. “Quit lying, boy.” He stalked toward the room they entered and squeezed himself behind the ice box to watch the door. Eventually he would give up and leave to go find some food.
Now you got no one you can trust
Thinking you sold your soul unjust
Point your finger and deny
Hope awoke one night, startled. Lyall was up already, reading a book on the couch by lamplight. She rolled onto her side, pulling the chain to the lamp near her.
“Lyall, are you not telling me something?”
“Like what?”
She turned her head, looking at the carpet as her curls fell into her face, acting as a curtain. “The wolves are chasing you in the pale moonlight. We hadn’t talked about having kids, but our son, our first-born, our only, is going to be in danger. I grabbed him and ran.”
Lyall set the book on the coffee table and stood, heading over to Hope where he sat on the end of the bed and rested a hand on her ankles. Hope looked at him, pushing her hair behind her back. “I’m sorry, Hope.”
“I love you, annwyl. We can do this, just stop forgetting your wand.” Hope pulled her legs from Lyall before shifting positions and crawling toward him. She kissed him softly. “Please protect us as much as you can.”
“I promise.” He kissed her back. “I love you.”
You can run
You can run
You can run
I don’t mind
I don’t mind
I don’t mind
Truth gonna come out, someday
It’s gonna wipe that smile right off your face
But you can run
You can run
You can run
Lyall and Georgia laughed loudly as the three of them played a board game with Hope. It had been a year and they had not felt uneasy for a while. Lyall felt like they needed to take precautions still, so they did.
Hope got up as their son began to cry. Lyall grabbed his wand and followed her. They had a routine now; Lyall would follow and protect, checking under their baby’s crib, in their closet, in the bathroom, the laundry room, and their bed. They left shower curtains and doors open when not in use, made sure every window was locked, warded, and closed.
Lyall swept the house every night, every morning, and after every nap their baby took. He followed Hope when he could and Georgia took over when he wasn’t home. Georgia stopped working at the Ministry to help watch over the small family. She reported any fur, paw tracks, or unusual men hiding in hoods and then they would move.
She watched the time and owled if they were out too late. She guarded her brother’s room when they were asleep until she went to bed for the night.
Lyall and Hope shared a room with their baby until he was old enough to sleep alone just so they could watch him and listen for any unusual sounds.
Hope and Georgia both knew how Lyall felt about this, he had hoped the wolf would be gone by now so they would be a normal family. He felt guilty, trapped, and a prisoner of life. But he had found happiness and he was not going to end it.
He would guard them and protect them with his life.
You can run
You can run
You can run
I don’t mind
I don’t mind
I don’t mind
Truth gonna come out, someday
It’s gonna wipe that smile right off your face
But you can run
You can run
You can run
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zwiezraczek · 4 years
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Hii I wanna request a blurb with Four, numbers 6 and 18, where reader almost ruins a mission. On their way back to their hotel One criticizes her in the car. Then reader gets wine drunk in her room because she’s embarrassed and Four comes to check on her and comforts her (in a non sexual way). TY!
Fear Nothing [Blurb]
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Note: Thank you for this request nonnie! It was a pleasure to write it! I kind of like dwriting a drunk y/n it was for unusual reasons (or I don’t remember what I wrote, and it’s possible haha) ~ I hope that you’ll like it! 💕
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“Shit,” you whispered as you missed your target from the other side of the room. The man saw you, and began shooting in your direction. But before you could do anything, Seven had taken him down.
“Now move,” One ordered you into your earpiece and by the sound of his voice you could absolutely notice how pissed and angry he was.
You knew that this wasn't starting well, not at all. But you had to move forward, as Two's shadow was already turning around the corner, determined to succeed, even with your fail. You felt and knew that it wouldn't be the last time today that you heard about this missing bullet. And you weren't truly wrong, you thought after the mission when the whole squad was in the car, you at the back hearing One complain about you while sitting in the front row, next to Three.
“Do you know what it could have cost us,” he sharply asked as you turned your head towards the window, trying to avoid his eyes in the mirror. “And fucking look at me while I'm talking to you, Eight!” You rose your now angry eyes at him, and heard Seven sigh next to you, he felt that the thing coming wouldn't be pretty.
“What? I already know how I fucked up it all, don't you want to leave me with my guilt now?”
“No, that's not enough, we would be dead if not Seven,” he added and Seven rose his finger to say something but before he could open his mouth One pursued, “yeah, he saved our asses when you couldn't miss 'I can do this alone don't worry about me and don't set Seven up in case'. You're fucking welcome!”
“Always grateful for,” you stopped mid-sentence, feeling that tears were filling up your eyes everytime you opened your mouth. You just looked down, arms crossed, in silence and everything you knew at that very moment disappeared.
You felt anger, you felt all the emotions flooding your mind and the excessive violence in your veins. You wanted to scream but couldn't. You just wished for this to stop.
A wish you took at heart thanks to the single bottle of gin hidden in your bag This bottle had been there almost as long as you have been there, with the Ghosts but never you had felt the urge to drink it in one evening, you carried it around only in case. And it was the case. It was the moment for your bottle of gin to be useful and not only a weight in your backpack.
Drinking became more of an unhealthy game for you than something that triggered pleasure, and you were aware of it. But you truly couldn't stop yourself from drinking when you felt bad. Most of the time you mastered these feelings and tried to not let yourself go into this ungodly habit, but habits die hard and you discovered it again with this bottle, One's shouting and your despair and sadness. And a knock on the door. One gulp. Two knocks. Three gulps. Your name. A few more gulps. You felt dizzy and unwell. Nausea. But the knocking wouldn't stop, and it was bugging you a lot more than it should.
“Coming, coming stop fucking knocking on this fucking door,” you slowly said as you made your way towards the door, and when you opened it you saw him. Billy. Right in front of you. “Oh, hello Billy. Hello, hello, hello. You came to see the unwanted child?”
“As I thought, you are definitely drunk,” he whispered after rolling his eyes and you just put a finger on his lips.
“Shhhh, that's not true. I'm completely and totally well, don't see what's wrong, didn't drink a gin bottle by myself tonight. Whoever told you that is a bad bitch... Snitch. Not a bitch, a snitch. But also a bitch.”
“Got it,” he replied and pushed you a little inside your room while he came himself in. “Sit down on the bed, and from now on,” he continued and took the bottle from the ground, “no more drinking. Except water.”
“Thought you'd be funnier, thought you brought something to drink and not only water, water's not good I swear it's disgust-” you didn't even had the chance to finish your sentence, feeling that now your dizziness and nausea were giving you a harder time.
You got up as soon as you could, but it wasn't probably the best idea. Your stomach made you understand that all you drank was about to come out, and the toilets were the only safe space for you at that very moment, so you rushed, without even looking at Billy, a hand covering your mouth as you rushed your way towards the bathroom. Your face was sinking into the toilet, your stomach hurting, and the flowing sound right in front of you. Your head wasn't hurting, but whenever you closed your eyes you felt the ground moving all around you, and your hands were grasping the toilet strongly. And you felt a gentle pat on your head, Billy was there. Watching you. Probably taking care of you, but you couldn't care less at the very moment when you were vomiting your guts out.
And when you came back to the room, you saw some water by your nightstand and pillows arranged on the bed. Without asking any question, you laid your face against the pillows, not trying to understand the situation you found yourself in after vomiting your guts out. And Billy sat by you, and as soon as he touched your head you began to cry. Without any apparent reason.
“Hey, love don't worry about what happened,” he whispered and you turned around, your whole wet face looking at him.
“I'm a fucking mess Billy, I'm a fucking mess, nobody deserves to have to carry this kind of mess, nobody. I'm a fucking burden to this team, better leave me because I'll fuck everything up.”
“Hey, hey, hey love, don't say that, keep your head up love, don't believe these voices in your head.”
“Except these voices are One,” you replied without any inch of doubt.
“You know One, he says things he regrets right after,” he added and kissed your forehead. “Besides, what would we do without you, huh, what do you think?”
“Be better,” you unsurly asked.
“Yeah, and probably half of us would be dead,” he softly replied instead. “We saved each other's asses so many times, without you we wouldn't be there, and without us you wouldn't be there and One is an asshole because he forgets about it everytime something doesn't go according to his plan. So please love, no more drinking like this, you don't deserve to drink your sadness away because you should know that you don't deserve to be sad about it. You are essential to the team, and to me, to my heart.”
And if you weren't crying before, you definitely were at this very moment. He made you drunk cry, because of how much he loved you, and despite the nausea you felt better. You knew you would experience a nice headache on the next day, but this night was worth it all.
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A Promise Is A Promise ~  Chapter Two
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In a world in which Elide Lochan can only remember that she is someone’s prey and they will stop at nothing to find her, trusting Lorcan Salvaterre, a man whose past is as cloudy as hers is quite possibly the most sane thing she could do.
TW: Past trauma, PTSD, mentions of sexual abuse, PTSD-related panic attack
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The apartment was cold and still foreign to him after nearly three months spent there, directly across the street from the gloomy looking Blackbeak Manor. He cursed the woman who had made him go on this wild-goose chase. 
The girl was dead. He didn’t know why her uncle still insisted that Maeve put her top men on the job. When he had first heard it, he thought she would laugh and dismiss it but the sum the man offered made him blink, the only outward sign of shock he would show in her presence. 
Unfeeling. Soulless. Merciless. 
Lorcan was her soldier and he would do anything to ensure she was pleased with him. When she was pleased, she was satisfied and Maeve satisfied meant he remained untouched, unmarked by her teeth and lips. He dismissed the memories that surfaced, not able to dwell too long on them. He briefly pondered whether he would ever be able to think of them without wanting to retch and flee from them. 
That fast, he was right back at her house in Rifthold, aching to keep his breathing under control as she drifted to sleep beside him, her sighs filling the cold room. His body was marked with her possessive touch, scratches bright red against his bronze skin, bites all over him, ones she had made with the intent that everytime he looked at himself, it would remind him of her.
He closed his eyes, counting his breaths as he tried to break free of the flashback, drowning under the memory of her touch burned into his skin, the feeling of her lips and hands and teeth marking him a weight he would never part with. 
The walls of the apartment were pressing into his sides, slamming into his spine as he spiraled down and down and down, heart hammering inside his chest as his hands shook violently, his breathing ragged as years flashed through his mind, countless nights spent in her room, each one wrecking him further and further. His stomach rolled and he lurched into the bathroom, collapsing to his knees as he retched, his stomach heaving. 
When everything was gone, when he felt completely empty, he sat back, his skin cold and slick with sweat. He couldn’t control the tremors as he panted and stood on shaky legs, staring into the mirror above the sink. He didn’t recognize the person, didn’t know the man with sickly pale skin and bloodshot eyes, chapped lips and beard stubble where he usually shaved it clean. His long hair hung limply around his face, his granite-hewn features still savage and harsh. He turned the tap on, splashing cold water onto his face before shoving off the sink and stalking into the living room, going to the bedroom off the side of the little kitchen. 
He needed to not be here anymore, he couldn’t stay a second longer in this space, the scent of fear and panic heavy on his tongue as he grabbed his hoodie and checked that his wallet was there. He considered taking his phone but left it, shutting the door and locking it before he flipped his hood over his head and stormed out of the building, checking over his shoulder before he set off to the local bar. 
No one bothered him as he took a seat at the bar, opposite the door so he could see whoever walked in. The bartender was a slim man who passed him the drinks he asked for, his head bowed as he downed them, each one helping to numb the feeling of her hands touching him, her cold body on top of his, her nails cutting into his skin. 
Every minute took him further away from the house he had lived in since he was sixteen, the one he had never called home, not two years later when she had him spend his nights serving her in her cold room, not four years after that when he had killed and slaughtered for her. 
While he had been doing her bidding, not denying her anything, as he performed unspeakable acts for one word of appraisal from her lips, she had been stealing his innocence, manipulating every ounce of carefree joy he had into something so twisted and evil, he didn’t know who he was anymore. 
He drank until he could remember nothing except his name, until he was more numb than he had ever been before. 
Then and only then, was he able to breathe, was he able to shed the feeling of shackles pulling him down and down and down into the frigid depths of his past and simply be. 
His mother would be ashamed. He knew the disapproving look she would be shooting him right now but she was gone and his heart with her and the only thing he had now was the crutch that had ruined his father. 
The night air was frigid as he stalked home, using every ounce of his willpower and strength to walk straight, to be the soldier he had been forged to be even when every shattered piece of his wicked soul was on display for all to see. He ignored the push at his shoulder that bade him to look up, to see what he had wrecked himself for. 
If he had just listened once more to the ancient voice that had guided him his entire wretched existence, he would have seen her in the window, not knowing at the same moment, a twin voice was telling her to watch and remember. 
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