#felt like we spent most of it just figuring out where the power is n how each branch works

[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

hii can i request a snow x reader in which reader is married to another men and snow attend a party and try to win reader’s heart/seduce to marry her to fullfill both destinies in gaining power and rule panem together

Birthright || Young!Coriolanus Snow x Capitol!reader

A/n: thank you for the request anon! please send through more requests of coriolanus snow cause im running out of ideas.

Warnings: swearing, smoking, slightly dark!reader and snow?

Wc: 2,089

Divider by @firefly-graphics

You felt his hand slither around the curve of your waist, coming to a rest on the side of your hip. A smile makes it your lip as he peppers kisses along your bare shoulder and the side of your neck.

"Happy anniversary again, darling wife," Your husband, Flint, whispers against your skin. "Happy anniversary, husband," Your hand reaches to the side of his face where he leans against your touch, a light sigh leaving his lips.

"Must we throw this celebration? I'd rather celebrate this special day with you alone, in our room, preferably with no clothes on," He smirks as you breathe out of your nose and turn your body towards him. "I wish nothing more than to do that but this party needs to go through. For the sake of us," You whisper the last bit as he understands what you meant.

You take ahold of his hands and guide them down your body to let them rest on your ass as he squeezes your flesh, letting out a low groan. "Let's get this over and done with then," His tone was flat as he starts walking towards the door, his hand still on your ass as you move it higher up.

Putting on a smile, the doors open revealing the lavishly expensive styled room. Flint spent a lot of money for this celebration to be perfect. It had to be perfect for you. It was not everyday you would be celebrating your one year anniversary.

Your dress hugged your figure perfectly, accentuating the curves of your body. There was a slit on the side of your leg and a deep cut at the front showing cleavage. You were always known to be best dressed in the capitol, and your looks were not forsaken; Flint knew he was the luckiest man in Panem all because he married you.

As you stayed by your husband's side throughout the celebration, chatting to Flint’s fair-weathered friends and discussing the latest gossips with their wives, you were oblivious to a particular somebody's stares from across the room.

Coriolanus Snow swirled the goblet of posca in his hand before taking a sip, his eyes glued on you from where he was standing. The conversation around him drowning out as he watches. Watches the way your husband would pull you closer to him every single time a man would get anywhere remotely close to you, even if he was just walking pass.

Coriolanus knew Flint was a fraud. His businesses were crumbling only after a year, though he kept up a façade, for the sake of his reputation and image. He was a corrupt man who was too greedy and couldn’t deal with the consequences of his impulsive decisions with a stiff upper lip.

Snow wondered how much he had to borrow from the bank to organise such a party like this. He wondered if you even knew that Flint was in serious debt. Someone like you shouldn't be put in such a position. Your reputation possibly crumbling just because of a young idiot like Flint who you were forced to marry for political reasons.

Coming from the wealthiest family in Panem who owns a number of successful business around the Capitol and has large assets in banking, it would only make sense that you married a man with nearly equal wealth, like Flint. His family had assets in transportation and the travel industry, with assets of hotels littered all around the districts.

Born filthy rich and being raised in that environment, you only settled for nothing less than what you were already brought up with. You were the most sought after and eligible wife in the Capitol. You were raised from the age of 10 on how to be the perfect wife, and you were just that at only the age of 21.

Coryo places his goblet down on a tray carried by an Avox and weaved his way closer to you. He knew he couldn't just approach you just like that so openly, especially with Flint close by. Flint didn't even know that Snow was keeping tabs on his crumbling business and knew his dirty secrets.

And he had no idea that Coriolanus has been after you since, well, the day he laid eyes on you. You weren't a stupid person, quite the opposite. Intelligent, obedient, disciplined, stunning, rich, perfect, what else could the future president of Panem possibly want?

Snow always thought that you deserved more than to be with a guy like Flint. Your husband didn't deserve you at all, no, but someone like Coriolanus Snow did. You screamed authority in the marriage, and you would be perfect for First Lady. He always fantasised about you in that position, you walking around the presidential mansion, your children running around. The both of you standing infront of all of Panem, together, untied.

And he intends to make his fantasies come true. And so there he stood, only a few feet away from you, your eyes fixated on the goblet in your hand, a smile on your face when Flint kisses you cheek, though the smile doesn’t reach your eyes.

And as quickly as it appeared on your face, the smile disappears. “Snow!” A voice calls out making you look up and make eye contact with him. Coriolanus narrows his eyes at you before turning his attention to whoever called out to him.

“Festus,” He flatly says, tone bored as he tucks his hands deep in his deep red jacket. The second Festus opened his mouth to talk, Coriolanus caught glimpse of your leaving figure, his eyes watching you as you look over your shoulder. The two of you maintaining eye contact as you silently tell him to follow you. “Hey- Where are you going” Coryo pushes past Festus’ protests, making a beeline to the door you just walked out of.

You were slightly bewildered when you saw Coriolanus standing just a few feet away from you. His return to the capitol hadn’t reached your ears, and there he was, in his full glory. You had to admit though, what he pulled off in the 10th hunger games with Lucy Gray, bold move.

“Why, Coriolanus Snow,” The clicking of your heels came to a halt as you turn around. Coryo quietly shuts the bathroom door behind him, locking it, as you raise an eyebrow at him and fold your arms over your chest.

“Y/n,” He nods his head at you, a smile on his face. “Any reason you wanted my attention?” With a slight tilt of your head, he chuckles, removing his hands from his pockets and locking them infront of him.

“Nice celebration your husband has thrown for you,” Coriolanus nods his head at you as you try and refrain from scoffing out loud. “How much did he take from the bank this time-“ “What do you want from us?” You cut him off sharply, getting agitated by the second.

He opens his mouth, but you beat him to it. “What do you know about my Husband, Mr. Snow.” You sigh, walking over to the bathroom bench whilst pulling a joint and a lighter from the cups of your dress. Coriolanus eyes widen the slightest when he sees you lighting the blunt.

You raise an eyebrow at him, inhaling the toxic smoke before exhaling, “What? Never seen a woman smoke before? Want a hit, Snow?” You chuckle, leaning your head back against the mirror, your hand with the blunt reached out towards him.

You don’t know why you exposed yourself in front of Coriolanus when only Flint and the servants at home knew you would smoke from time to time. For some twisted, odd reason, he brought comfort to you.

Coriolanus could feel his eye twitching at the sight. He had never seen a woman, of your kind, smoking. He’d be lying if he said it didn’t turn him on even the slightest. The way your pretty lips wrapped around the joint brought his mind to filthy places.

His eyes go over your body, head to toe, his eyes lingering on your exposed leg with the slit. You catch him staring as Coriolanus clears his throat.

“I know your circumstances,” He finally speaks, “Oh?” Coriolanus wets his bottom lip, “His businesses are falling, and he’s about to be bankrupt. Soon, you’ll lose everything to your name.” You stare at the man. How he knows about this boggled your mind. Coriolanus Snow was many things, but you didn’t quite take him for someone who spent his time keeping an eye on someone like your Husband.

“I know,” You say, close to whisper as you flick the ash from the end of the joint into the sink. Coryo was stunned to say the least. He was practically sure that you had no idea about it, though it would make sense that you would since he was your husband.

But you didn’t seem fazed one bit. Flint’s businesses have been plummeting for well over 6 months now, and yet you would always appear at every event dressed in extravagant, expensive clothing. You walked around as if nothing was happening, fake it ‘till you make it I guess.

But in truth, you were far from being okay in the inside. “Do you know how fucking embarrassing it is to ask for money from my own family because my Husband can’t afford to take care of my needs?” You furrow your eyebrows as you inspect the joint in between your fingers.

Coryo moves close to you, his body leaned up against the wall. “Who would’ve thought, If I knew Flint would end up bankrupt and be a horrible businessman, I would’ve knocked abit more sense into my parents.” You chuckle as Coryo joins.

“So, what was the point of wanting to see me?” You look up at him. “You don’t deserve to live like this, knowing soon you’ll lose everything to your name. The Capitol won’t be very kind to you Y/n, or your parents.” He points out. And you knew that he was right. A Y/l/n, stripped from wealth and privilege. That would go down in the history books.

“Do you know why I came back?” Coriolanus meets your eyes as you shook your head, “I didn’t even know you came back until today,” You admit as one corner of his mouth upturns.

“Let’s just say, I have a very bright future ahead of me,” He chuckles, his gaze on the floor as you listen. “And I need someone by my side, I can’t be the only one to bask in wealth and authority,” His gaze lands on you as you stare out in front of you, occasionally bringing the joint to your lips.

“Someone by your side? Like who?” You played dumb when you knew damn well Coriolanus meant you. Why wouldn’t he. “Don’t act dumb on me know Y/n,” He smirks, “You were born to be in the public eye, live in lavish houses, wear only the finest clothes and jewelry, power. It’s basically your birthright, am I wrong?”

Coriolanus moves to stand in between your legs as you look up at him through your lashes. His eyes lingered on your chest as he had a perfect view of them, the way they were practically pooling out of your top. You take one final hit before stubbing out the joint, and sit up to close the distance between the two of you.

His offer was enticing. The lords have answered your prayers. “You’re not wrong, but there’s just one tiny little problem.” You bite your lip lightly, wondering if you should even point it out because Coriolanus would already know. “My husband. Something that tragic would have to happen to leave me, single. If I divorced him later on, I’m afraid it would be too late,” You flicker your eyes to Coriolanus who wore a small smirk on his lips.

“Very tragic, my dear,” He lifts your chin up before dropping his head and capturing your lips with his into a deep kiss. When knews came that your Husband had mysteriously died, you immediately went to see Coriolanus. When he looks at you from his chair as you stand infront of him, a victories smile is etched onto his face, “Snow lands on top,” He voices out, his hand reaching out to you.

You gladly take his hand and sit on his lap, “Snow lands on top,” You echo, smiling against his lips before kissing him.

[vamptastic]

whoever scheduled european history (favorite subject, only history class offered beyond the basic required curriculum) and the fourth (and final, and very important!) year of my drafting class for only one class period each at the same time needs to die. my heart is divided in two and every time my drafting teacher lectures me about the quality of my air conditioning plans i daydream of charts of monarchies.

[eepyuii]

frostbite — pt. 10

pairing ; childe x gender neutral!reader

content ; childhood friends to “rivals” to lovers, slowburn-ish

cw ; none. idiots in love

notes ; ITS YEARNING HOURS BAYBEE ‼️ for the first time ever, a bit of childe’s POV, wowie zowie!! also a bit of a cheesy chapter LMFAO, it’s just these two dinguses “reaching” the realization that they want each other so bad, it makes them look stupid.

also a smidgen hint at the end towards the next phase of this dumpster fire of a fic >:3

ok and finally- i know i already made a post abt it but like. would u guys still love me if i posted a luke castellan fic? it’s SO self indulgent bc i’m brain rotting from the percy jackson show so idk yet :>

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old wooden planks creak with each step childe takes.

he’d long lost the count of the days he’d spent in this peculiar inazuman domain— the mystic omnyou chamber, his companions called it. though what a fascinating domain it was, ever-changing and ever-puzzling but most of all, ever-deploying more enemies for him to fight his way through. he feels like only now he truly knows what teucer must’ve felt like in front of all those mr. cyclopses all those months ago.

he felt as though he was given a little too much breathing room by the motherland, still being stationed in liyue with you whoever knows how long his mission was finished, so it was no less than perfect to hear the news of scaramouche’s disappearance from inazuma after taking the gnosis for himself. as much as he disliked to have to leave you in northland bank with the promise of the two of returning together still at hand, he dully needed to take up on his responsibilities as one of her majesty’s harbingers.

still, he could fair by through the remembrance of you and his love for combat.

it’s amusing how freshly burned into his mind the memory of your time together at dottore’s lab was, even when he was half-conscious and at his physically weakest. how you soothed away his wounds with the cool breeze of your cryo powers, how you kept him company while he recovered, how you called him a pret-

“psst— you’re doing that thing again.”

“h-huh..?”

the harbinger is snapped from his daydreaming by paimon naggingly whispering to him. as childe finds himself back in reality, he registers the sight of the traveler, xinyan and shiki taishou walking ahead distractedly through the narrow dusty hallways of the domain, while paimon had fallen back alongside him.

“are you back now? ok good.” the travel guide snides, hands sassily placed at her hips.

childe chuckles sheepishly. “i-i’m sorry, paimon, but i’m not quite sure what you’re talking about.”

“oh, come on, it’s so obvious! the entire time we’ve been here, you’ve been doing this thing where you either doze off thinking about y/n! y’know as someone so passionate about fighting, you really need to get your head in the game right now.”

he feigns an offended scoff. “that is entirely untrue, comrade. my focus is solely on figuring out this domain’s mysteries and defeating its monsters.”

there’s a brief pause, where childe thoroughly reevaluates what paimon just said.

“wait, how did you know i was thinking about y/n? i-if i were dozing off and possibly thinking about them!”

she scoffs. “puh-lease, you’ve been babbling about them since we got here! almost everything you’ve said has somehow trailed off into y/n, so much so that even shiki taishou is caught up on what’s happened with you two!”

paimon was someone known to be a bit eccentric and overreactive at certain moments, but she also had her moments of being very bluntly honest in other situations. this was one of them. the harbinger deliberates for a moment, out of all the time he’s spent venturing this domain with the paper doll, just how much information had he unwillingly retained about you.

suddenly, a moment of clarity washes over childe and he vividly recalls all the moments during his venture in the domain where he’s talked about you. saying things such as ‘i wonder how y/n is doing right now…’, or ‘hah, y/n’s cryo attacks would demolish these enemies.’ or even ‘oh! that reminds of this one time, when y/n and i were kids…’. lest we mention the multiple times he’s said ‘i can’t wait to return to inazuma with y/n and show them this.’ whenever he’d been exploring the electro land’s scenic locations.

poor shiki taishou.

but then again, is it truly his fault that the mystic omnyou chamber had so many moments and details that were so clearly reminiscent of you? o-or maybe… maybe this was just a domain and everything reminded him of you regardless. but that’s the more unlikely possibility.

he curses scaramouche in his mind for a brief moment. it was all because he decided to go rogue that childe had to leave so abruptly— just when he’d made amends with you, just when the two of you were restoring your friendship. just when you’d started to flash him that devastating smile of yours again, instead of the standoffish snarl you’d presented during his mission in liyue. gods, he could feel his heart pang against his chest. surely it was just the adrenaline of battle, though. even if the group hadn’t faced enemies in more than ten minutes by now.

an even further tucked part of childe’s mind curses paimon next, for pointing out how much he speaks of you, because now he truly cannot stop. he looks ahead towards the end of the corridor and he can’t see what’s next, can’t see the next tatami matted arena where he’ll face a new wave of enemies, something he thinks he wants— no, all he sees is you.

it’s like your face is burned into his retinas, your fond laughter burned into brain and the warm feeling of when he slept against your shoulder burned into his skin.

childe doesn’t doesn’t fight as well as before in the next battle, he’s sloppy and distracted. after the arena is cleared, he’s left with a scratch across his bicep— which, thankfully, the domain grants a healing sigil to mend.

but it’ll never cure him like you do, never soothe the very core of his being like your powers do and it’ll never look at him the same way you did, caring and attentive.

he remembers how he felt lookup up at you then— like you were the stars in the night sky. he needed to get this mission over with as soon as possible.

—

you could almost hear your mother’s nagging tone telling you to not play with your food. as delicious as liyuean cuisine was, you’d lost your appetite halfway through your meal- as well as interest in the tale the restaurant’s storyteller was telling.

it’d been probably the dullest week you’ve had in a while, no new assignments from the motherland, no events happening in the city and… admittedly, no childe.

you can’t find the effort to lie to yourself and say it’s fine that he’s gone, that it’s for the tsaritsa’s noble cause— you don’t care about it. scaramouche could screw off with the gnosis and live his life, as far as you were concerned. in fact, you’d say he deserves it, given all he’s gone through with the doctor, even if he could be an astronomical asshole at times— well most of the times.

and now you can’t decide who to blame for childe’s absence, the balladeer or the tsaritsa. either way, it’s affected you more than you’d ever admit out loud. it’s been such a monotone week not just because of the distinct lack of anything to do in liyue lately, but also because of a distinct lack of… someone to worry about. yeah, that’s what it was, just an unusual sense of calm and nothing to stress over, that’s all—

“even in all my years, i’ve rarely seen someone stare at an unfinished bowl of dragon beard noodles with such intensity.”

a rumbling, baritone voice quips jokingly from across your small table and you’re startled away from your thoughts. looking up, the comment is revealed to come from mr. zhongli, the consultant from wanshe— oh, who were you kidding, the now former geo archon.

you hadn’t formerly spoken to him since the mission to take, well, his gnosis. after the situation with osial was diffusd, you beared witness to an unsettlingly diplomatic exchange between mr. zhongli and the fair lady, where he gave away the very culmination of his divinity like it was spare change. of course, you’ve spotted him countless times around the harbor— merely enjoy the little things the city had to offer. you can’t truly fault him for making the decision that he did, six thousand years is, unspokenly, too much time to not peruse the fruits of his labor from up close.

“a-ah, mr. zhongli! it’s been so long since we last spoke.” you scramble to politely greet zhongli and briefly wonder if you should stand up to bow to him, which he seems to notice.

“my apologies for startling you, doctor— may i?” he gestures to the seat in front of you and you nod.

“yes, it has been some time. i recall you being there for the completion of my contract with the fair lady, but the last time the two of us had the opportunity to meet casually was the very same night we first met.”

you nod curtly— you’re tense, you don’t know why. you know he’s not an archon anymore, you were there to see it, but perhaps the real weight of being in the presence of someone so powerful, not just an archon but the oldest of the original seven, seems to have only settled in now. you feel almost as choked as when in the presence of the tsaritsa, which you know all the same that you shouldn’t be. zhongli chuckles amusedly.

“i ask you to treat me as though you would’ve that night in liuli pavilion, like any other acquaintance. chatting with a mere consultant of a funeral parlor requires no formalities. now— have you been well, doctor?”

you can still only bring yourself to nod wordlessly in response, there’s no need for zhongli to know how royally miserable you’ve been lately.

“and.. may i ask why you held such a glare towards your meal? is it not your liking?”

“oh, no the noodles are just fine, amazing even! i was just… contemplating wether to finish it or not.”

great cover.

“hm,” zhongli hums with playful suspicion. “while a reasonable topic of contemplation, it did very much seem as though you were rather staring through the bowl, as though there is something on your mind. i would not mind hearing what is it that vexes you, doctor— if you’re comfortable to share, of course.”

yeah there was no fooling a, again, six thousand year old divine being with a half-assed excuse like yours. you sigh.

“well— yes, you caught me. the last few days have been, uh… less than peachy for me.”

“what exactly is it troubles you these days?”

“i wouldn’t say it’s trouble but, there hasn’t been much to do at northland bank lately. and childe has been out on a mission for some time now— b-but it’s mainly the lack of assignments!” you stammer.

“is that so? i did hear of childe’s sudden departure for inazuma but it is curious that you’re being kept stationed here with essentially nothing to do. but, if i may— has childe been absent for as long as you’ve felt dull at work or would you say there is no relation?”

already at so few words out of sheer nervousness, zhongli managed still to render you completely and utterly speechless. what are you even supposed to respond to this?

“i-i uhm, i… alright, i won’t even try.” you sigh in defeat and zhongli looks coyly pleased. he patiently awaits for you to gather your thoughts and actually say more than two stammered sentences.

“i truly can’t tell what it is. i feel like i’m supposed to be worrying for him— as if he’ll get injured again or injure someone else o-or even worse, do something stupid but there’s just.. nothing! it’s like i’m so used to being aware of his presence and now there’s nothing and it’s- it’s frustrating.”

“you miss him.”

you pause. do you miss him? no, it can’t be so simple— you have a medical degree, it is most certainly improbable that you’ve been trying your brain over just missing childe. well, sure it was great that the two of you were starting to make amends and stopped being so on-edge around each other but… there’s no objective reason for you to miss him.

right?

“i would not say i even near the level of an expert on matters concerning relationships between people, but i’ve seen a lot in my time. enough to tell you with confidence that it’s most likely you just.. miss him, doctor. and that it is okay to feel this way. the two of you do not stand at odds anymore, you never have— it is reasonable for you to be affected by his absence.”

you furrow your eyebrows. “how do you know if… childe and i stand at odds, mr. zhongli.”

“well, i have witnessed it. both directly and indirectly— the tension and misunderstanding between the two of you during our meeting at liuli pavilion was quite evident and i’ve heard of how you opposed him in battle at the golden house. but that is all it has ever been, misunderstandings and disagreements, but you’ve never truly disliked each other.”

“h-how do you know-“

“he speaks quite highly of you, doctor.”

“wh-what?”

“childe has only ever spoken highly of you— i recall mentioning that had been looking forward to meeting you in person during our dinner, it is all because of how grand his description of you was. plus, during our eventual meetups, you’re mentioned at least once every time. and you, as we’ve discussed, do seem to hold some care towards him, to the extent that you first concern is his health.”

your heart aches and you hate it. it’s a terrible, void sensation that frustrates you to no end. why? why did childe have to make it so difficult for you? why can’t you ever feel simple feelings when it came to him? why couldn’t you ever just feel one way towards him with no smaller part of your brain saying something else? even worse, why couldn’t your brain ever think about anything else— literally anything, instead of just constantly orbiting around the mixed emotions you felt when it came to childe?

you just constantly, restlessly and unendingly seem to care about him.

“you know what, mr. zhongli, i think y—“

“ah, there you are, sergeant!”

a less familiar voice calls out from behind you and you turn around with a bit of surprise— it’s a man clad in fatui uniform, who you recognize as mikhail, one of the officers stationed at northland bank. he’s not exactly someone you interact much with, just a mere coworker you greet every other morning, so you’re perplexed as to why he’s seeking you outside the bank.

“mikhail, what is the occasion?” you ask, briefly eyeing zhongli to find that he remains with a neutral expression awaiting the exchange.

“i am deeply sorry for interrupting your lunch, sergeant, but ekaterina urged for me to find you as soon as i could. a letter has come in from lord dottore for you specifically— she says it is of utmost importance.”

—

the wharf is unusually crowded today.

an untimely flux of either tourists or returning immigrant citizens, perhaps it is an important time of year in another nation— although, childe could truly care less at the moment. he’s doing his best to politely push his way through the sea of people leaving their respective ships while almost unconsciously seeking you out within it. he knows you wouldn’t be here, as his return to liyue was unannounced, but his eyes fly to latch onto your likeness anyway.

childe ends up finding you right in the center of the harbor’s main street, practically right below the catwalks that lead to the bank. you’re slowly pacing back and forth, a piece of paper clutched in your hands and a vacant expression on your face— childe can’t find himself to clutch to those details right now, he just needs to get to your side. he makes large, determined steps towards you, big grin invading his features, and while he’s still approaching you, you spot him and your eyes widen even more. once childe is a mere two steps away from you, he stops.

“y/n! oh, it’s so good to see you!” he heaves out gladly.

“ajax—“ you reply in a quiet voice and his heart swells at the use of his real name. he truly can’t contain himself anymore and tackles you into a tight hug, one so strong that stumble back a bit.

his arms snake tightly from under your arms to above your shoulders and his head lowers from being against your own to reaching your shoulder blade— it is as close as he physically get to you, while trying to be respectful of your space, of course. you’re still in shock for maybe five seconds of the hug, but eventually you just let yourself slowly wrap around him and squeeze ever so slightly. both of you have your eyes closed to sink into the moment.

the hug is long, maybe twenty seconds so, and as childe becomes satisfied with its duration and pulls away, he remains with his hands to your elbows in a gentle hold. he sighs with said satisfaction and beams towards you.

“i have so much to tell you about inazuma! unfortunately, i couldn’t find scaramouche there but i managed to see so many beautiful places, so many amazing experie- wait.. what’s wrong?”

the harbinger pauses mid sentence when he notices the numbness in your expression and his bright grin falls into a concerned frown— you feel like the most terrible person for making him lose such excitement. your mouth opens and closes as you find what to say, but you eventually whisper it out.

“ajax, i-i… i have to go to sumeru.”

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[jun-of-love]

Until I Found You - choi seungcheol

genre: fluff, angst, choi seungcheol

pairings: scoups × yn

tw: injuries

words: 1.2k

a/n: i was listening to 'UntiI Found You' by Stephen Sanchez (i'm a basic bitch, leave me alone) and I saw this interview of him saying how he has written the song for his one true love called Georgia and he would never love anyone the same ever again and I just had to write this so..here we go ig :)

header credits: @saythestuff

Seungcheol was tired.

The echoes of fans’ screams on his every move were still ringing in his ears, the adrenaline active in his body. Yet, he felt nothing as he sat in the backseat of his van, which, considering the amount of time he spent in it, was more of a home to him than his apartment. He saw buildings rush by and could only think of how it was so similar to time. Time too, seemed incomprehensible to him when he moved so fast. Seungcheol closed his eyes, and just like routine, a slideshow of his favourite memories began.

It starts with the time he met you for the first time. He was sitting at the counter of his favourite little music instrument shop, where he was lucky to find a job as well. You were in a lilac hoodie, leggings, and ponytail, he remembers it clear as a day. You wandered around looking at instruments for a while, clueless and careful not to touch anything, until you saw the keyboard, which you rushed towards, and played ‘My Heart will Go On’ so perfectly, that Seungcheol almost thought you were trained for several years. It was until you started coming in almost every other day and played the same song every time, he figured out that was the only song you could play. And also, that you were quite tone deaf, and learned this song from sheer will-power.

He had made the first move. Working as a cashier in store, which happens to be the favourite place of quite possibly the cutest girl ever, has its own benefits. You hardly ever bought anything, except for CDs of some niche classical musicians, just sat in the store reading your book or doing some work. Luckily, Seungcheol knew how to enter a girl’s heart – through shitty instant coffee, so that he did. And it worked. Soon enough, you were laughing softly at his jokes, listening to his mixtapes, and manifesting for his dreams.

Seungcheol had underestimated how much love y/n had to give. You came in his life when he was struggling, and stuck to him like superglue through every trial he went through. You shared his mixtapes on every platform possible, made every café you visited play his music, made sure each and every friend and acquaintances of yours had heard his music. You would constantly DM all the artists and famous producers, as if they would read them and give Seungcheol the opportunity of a lifetime. You paid for promoting his music on Instagram- from whatever was left from your stupid copywriting salary after college fees took most of it. Seungcheol promised and swore on the heavens and hell, that he would give his beautiful girlfriend the life of her dreams, where he would fund everything and beyond, she would write as many books as she wanted, and they would live the happiest life a couple could dream of.

It seemed like fate was in his favour. Another day that he remembers as if it was yesterday. It was the weekend and Seungcheol was cooking with you in his apartment. Laughing at how not a single onion was getting properly cut by him, and him arguing that it doesn’t matter if it’s all going to be cooked at the end of the day. The conversation just ended with the stove turned off, and you in his arms. Regardless of how his life was going, his pathetic financial situation, and constant rejection from companies, he felt safe, at home with you in his arms. He felt like everything in the world would work out if you were there with him. And that’s what happened. His phone rang at that moment- it was a famous music production company, wanting to scout him based on his mixtape they heard playing in a café.

Rest was history. He was the S.Coups. You had giggled a little when you heard his work name, but admitted it was cool. Seungcheol got bigger and bigger opportunities. His handsome face went viral, and soon he went from a music producer to a bestselling artist. His once role models were now on his waiting list. Seungcheol felt like it was all a big fluke, and that he didn’t deserve this- but you were right there, with your healing smile- reassuring him that he had it in all this time.

But when one rises up too fast, life has a way of showing the ground, and fame is a bitch. Soon, your relationship was all about him. It was his conveniences, his schedule, his career, his image- yet you were fine with it, as long as he was happy. Seungcheol remembers the horrible day, when you waited for him all day in his apartment to tell him that you had won a writing competition by a publishing house. It was one the big break you were waiting for, and he just came home, dismissing you and falling asleep on the couch because he had drunk too much on a broadcast. He woke up the next day to find himself on the bed, in comfortable clothes and covered in a blanket. It was when he found the tear stained certificate on the table, that he realised how badly he had fucked up. Yet..yet you forgave him without him having to beg for forgiveness. Because you understood. You always did. Seungcheol wondered what your last straw would be, and prayed that he would never see the day it breaks.

Unfortunately, the day came. You had gotten into an accident, leg broken and several small fractures in the body. You had never experienced pain like this before, and only wanted Seungcheol in the room. Yet, he came four hours after he got the news, because he ‘had to’ complete his music show broadcast. This is the day he wishes he could forget. You were covered in bandages, but the pain in your eyes only reflected the pain in your heart. He was on his knees in the hospital room, and you looked at him in complete apathy.

“I have gone through too much because of you. I cannot take it anymore. You don’t have to do anything, I will remove myself from your life. You will not see me again.”

Seungcheol felt like his life had been taken out from him. He begged and groveled, promised to leave his career, sent thousands of flowers and gifts, wrote multiple letters- only to find them in the trash the next day. He kept persisting, until one day you just left, with no trace of where you were going. Just gone.

As if on cue, his van stopped rather harshly. “Sir, we’re here.” His driver woke him up. As he regained his senses, Seungcheol noticed the book he had been holding tightly all this time. Fifth one in the popular series written by y/n, the name adorned on it in calligraphy. He opened the first page, and the words on it broke his heart into a million pieces.

“To my husband Joshua, thank you for always being there for me.”

Maybe in the next life. He will find you and love you like you deserve. The next life.

[argisthebulwark]

Severed Ties Part One: Why You Left

summary: You've had enough, whatever was once between you may be lost. You're leaving him. gn reader, no pronouns or y/n used. Part Two: Why You Came Back feat: Brynjolf, Miraak, Erandur, Teldryn, Vilkas, Farkas, Rune, Arnbjorn warnings: bit longer than usual.

There was no way around it - Brynjolf just didn’t have enough time for you. You clung to those fleeting moments you got with him, rushed and infrequent as they were. A hurried kiss or a half eaten dinner forgotten when a recruit brought a shipping manifest were the most you could hope for. Days would pass where you hardly saw one another. Between training, recruiting, scheduling, and handling conflict you became strangers.  After what felt like ages spent missing him you realized that holding on so tightly was only hurting you both. All the guilt over dates cut short and apologies for missing anniversaries were causing too much damage. You had to let go. Maybe a day would come when you settled into your new role and Brynjolf’s hectic schedule afforded him some free time to spend together. Someday there would be less tasks to complete and you could love one another properly.  Under all the arguments you could see his relief, the same one you’d felt as soon as making the decision to let him go. With tears in your eyes you promised to come back to him when the time was right, though you wondered if a time would ever truly exist.  "I'm sorry, love. I've got so many important things to do. Maybe some other time, yeah?"

With each day that passed Miraak drifted further from you. His thirst for power, that never ending climb for more power had edged you entirely out of his thoughts. The whirlwind romance you’d experienced in the beginning faded into fond memories. You often reflected upon those early days as you went about your solitary business. You’d given up so much for one another but forgetting you seemed rather easy for him. You’d begun to feel like one of his books, gathering dust on a shelf he hadn’t revisited in a long while.  He was too absorbed in his latest breakthrough to notice you packing your things. A hasty agreement with Mora was all it took to secure your safe passage back to Nirn, a lifeline to who you’d been before falling in love with him. A hand brushed over his back was your only goodbye to the man you’d sacrificed the world for. As you walked away from him you couldn’t help but wonder how long it would take Miraak to notice your absence. With a heavy heart you admitted to yourself that you had no clue, would he notice? When he did, would he even care? "I don't have time now, My Dragon. If we mean to seize this moment we must be prepared. I just don't have time."

Erandur could not stop himself from idolizing you. In the beginning you thought it would fade, that perhaps as he settled into your relationship he would drop all the honorifics and adoration. Over time it began to wear on you; the reverence in his tone or the way he gazed like you personally hung all the stars in the sky. When he continued seeing you as a figure the pressure only compounded. The longer it dragged on the more you felt like you had a disciple instead of a partner. All of Skyrim saw you as a mythical creature - the Dragonborn, Slayer of Alduin, champion of nearly every daedra you’d happened across. You could withstand that position from random citizens and court members but not your partner. With him you simply wanted to be a person. Babbling your explanation through tears, his unspoken questions were the ones that wounded you the deepest. He merely accepted your words with a solemn nod. You loved Erandur more than you could say but you couldn’t stand the pressure any longer, needing to find somewhere you could merely exist without the titles weighing you down.  "Of course I want you to be happy my beloved. You are my savior, after all. I am willing to do anything for you, all you must do is say the word."

Parting from Teldryn was like trying to tear a limb from your body. Your bones ached with a need for rest while he wanted nothing more than to keep moving, creating a rift between you. He refused to settle anywhere, no breaks lasting longer than a few days before you were in a new hold. You grew tired of tavern meals and stiff beds, the pack weighing you down. You needed a break. Even the slightest mention of going home upset Teldryn. He’d remind you that he was a sellsword not a steward. There was so much out there to see, so many bandit camps to clear out and treasures waiting for the right set of adventurers to find them. It was tough not to be hurt by the harshness of his words - were your years together trekking across continents not enough? Even worse, was his refusal to find a home simply an unwillingness to commit to you?  You left him exactly where you’d found him all those years ago - planted in the same seat in his favorite tavern, drink in hand. You tried to explain yourself but he was hearing none of it, tone bitter when he bid you farewell. "I'll be happy to rejoin you when you realize I'm right. Free of charge, of course. For old times' sake. Don't wait too long, though or I might get a better offer."

Vilkas knew precisely how to get under your skin. He knew the exact buttons to press in an argument - looking down his nose at you, the harshness of his words, and that cool, uncaring tone his voice adopted that made you wonder if he’d ever truly loved you. It seemed that the more your work lives overlapped the more frequent your arguments became until all the love between you was lost. Tears blurred your vision when you glared across the room at him. He was so collected, not a hair out of place while sobs burned at your throat. Your heart ached with a need to get back to how you’d been before the Companions had taken over your life but Vilkas was too set in his ways, too willing to argue and never open to compromise.  Wordlessly, you gathered up each possession he’d left in your quarters. He didn’t comment on the careless way you dumped it back into his empty bedroom but you felt him watching every step you took. You hated his silence. It was the only time you wished he’d raise his voice and push back but he said nothing, content to watch you separate the lives you’d intertwined ages ago. You wanted him to fight, that just this once he would fight for you.  "You must stop giving up so easily, Harbinger. We're all counting on you. Or did Kodlak hand the reigns to the wrong person after all?"

Despite all the fun you had together Farkas didn’t take anything seriously. You fell in love with his laughter and the nonchalant way he viewed the world but after years you wanted more. You wanted a life together, somewhere you could both call home and escape from the troubles of your Guild. As always, he simply brushed it off - why waste all that money buying a house when you had Jorrvaskr? Why bother with a wedding when everyone already knew you were together?  You couldn’t get him to conceive that there was a life you could live together that didn’t revolve around the Companions. You saw the conflict in his eyes and the way his words stumbled over one another when he reminded you that it was all he had ever known.  With a heavy heart you patted his hand, hoping that someday you could find a happy medium. You could no longer spend every day in Jorrvaskr - you loved your fellow Companions but the years passing by had you yearning for peace, something softer for your legacy. Farkas let your fingers slip through his when he let you go.  "Seems like an awful waste, doesn't it? Things don't have to change. We're having fun, aren't we? Why go and mess it up?"

Rune’s interest in his past had always intrigued you. That stone, the mysterious stories, the parents he’d never met. It had all the hallmarks of a protagonist in some old legend. You listened to his theories for nights on end and helped him search through old books of familial records, having fun until you realized how deeply his need for the truth ran. It startled you to realize that he was unable to fathom a future for himself, unwilling to think of anything but the mysteries of his past.  It left you in limbo. You loved him enough to hope for more but acknowledged how stuck in his ways he’d become. Rune was confused when you explained it to him, tears in his eyes when you pleaded with him to come back to you when he found the answers he held above all else.  "What do you mean - you're leaving me? We don't need to think ahead when we have right now. Can't you wait a little longer?"

Arnbjorn’s love for his late wife was admirable, though somewhat intimidating. No one doubted how deeply he’d loved her but they were glad to see the small changes. Months had passed when he stopped wearing his ring, your heart leaping at the minute signs that he was getting closer to moving on. Your little crush on him grew into so much more when he approached you, getting you hooked from the first touch. It felt like Astrid haunted every step you took closer to him. When he kissed you you wondered who he thought of, whose name was on the tip of his tongue when he bit his lip. When your body pressed to his and he slapped a hand over his mouth your stomach soured with the realization that he was not only thinking of you. It was evident in small moments - when he couldn’t meet your gaze or he stopped himself mid sentence. Your blood chilled when you realized he was going to call you her name. You didn't want to blame him but it hurt in a way you'd never experienced. It drove you mad. You retracted from him, wrapped up in insecurity and resentment when you broke off whatever was between you two. You couldn’t keep questioning his intentions for you, refusing to be a replacement for the wife he’d lost.  "You aren't her - I know you aren't her! I don't want you to be her - why won't you just listen to me?"

[sugolara]

𝙇𝙮𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙨 - 𝘼 𝘾𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙢𝙖𝙨 𝙎𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡

ft. yandere! Izuku Midoriya x fem! reader

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“I can’t believe your parents let you  have the house to yourself!” Ochaco grinned and bounced on her feet, “Your house is so nice!”

“Speaking of parents, where are they?” Tenya placed his gift underneath the colorful christmas tree, “Christmas is the time of year where families come together.”

“And yet you’re standing here.” Shoto sat on the living room couch, flipping through channels. 

Tenya was a bit embarrassed and placed his hand on his hips, “I figured I’d spent this year with my great friends! I can always celebrate Christmas with my family next year, or tomorrow.”

“Aw!” Ochaco sat next to Shoto, “I’m honored to be called your great friend!” 

F/n returned from the kitchen with a plate of hot chocolate and smiled, “My parents decided that they would visit an old friend. I choose not to go and instead invite you guys. You’re important people to me!” 

Her friends smiled and grabbed a cup of hot chocolate. Tenya sat on a lazy chair while F/n sat next to Shoto. From the small couch next to the two, Ochaco hummed, “I thought Izuku would  be here?” 

F/n grabbed her phone from her pocket, “I did text him to come over, but he hasn’t said anything and only read it.”

“He’s probably with his mom.” Shoto found a movie, “He did mention that he would be busy today anyways.”

Tenya nodded, “I too reminded him but it appeared he hasn't seen my message.”

Ochaco placed her drink on the coffee table, “I’ll text him!”

“We should leave him alone. He’s most likely spending today with his mom.” Shoto once again flipped through the channel as the movie was boring.

The h/c haired girl agreed with Shoto, “Yeah, he’ll probably find us annoying if we keep texting him.”

Tenya nodded while Ochaco sulked. Yesterday, she tried calling him but he never answered. In a way, it felt like he was ignoring her. Perhaps she was just overthinking. 

Just then the power was cut off. Since the sky was cloudy and snow was falling, they all sat in the dark. They could hear the rushing wind, no doubt a storm might come tonight. They pulled out their phones and used the flashlights. 

F/n stood up and began to walk towards the hallway, “I should have flashlights somewhere around here. Can you guys help me look?”

Ochaco quickly stood up and followed F/n, “I don’t wanna be left alone in the dark!” 

“I’ll check the kitchen.” Shoto said.

Tenya let out a sigh, “I will check in here I suppose.”

From the hallway, Ochaco stood closely to F/n, shining her light down the hallway. F/n’s light was placed on top of a box. The brown haired girl noticed how dark it was especially in the hallway since no windows were nearby, “Now that I think about it, your house is kind of scary.”

F/n hummed as she moved onto the next box, “Yeah, it does give off those vibes. It’s actually funny. For a while I had been hearing noises around my room. I told my parents about it but they said that since the house is quite old, some renovations are needed.”

When she heard no answer, she looked to where Ochaco was standing and was bewildered as she wasn’t there. She placed the box back and grabbed her light, shining it around her, “Ochaco?” 

She found it strange that her friend would just leave considering she didn’t like the dark. However, F/n brushed it off and just figured she went to Shoto or Tenya. 

After checking the remaining small boxes, she closed the closet and headed towards the living room. Tenya wasn’t there. She moved to the kitchen and was once again bewildered as Shoto wasn’t there either. 

“Maybe they're inside a room.” She whispered to herself and headed back to the hallway where the rooms were at. She checked each one only to find no one. It was then that she realized they might be in the basement. 

She hated the basement as it always made her feel uneasy and felt like someone was always watching her. She hesitated to put her hand on the doorknob but eventually she did and opened the door. 

With her phone light, she could see the same wooden stairs that creak at each step. It was dark and she didn’t dare to go further, “This isn’t funny guys! Just so you guys know, I’m not going down there!” 

She heard nothing. She went to close the door but a light suddenly appeared down there. It was the extra Christmas lights. She didn’t know why, but her fingers had begun to tremble. She looked down the hall and shined her light as she swore she saw someone but noone was there. 

She then looked at the basement again and stepped inside, the door closing behind her. With every step she took, the floorboards creaked. She could hear something swinging which made her wonder what it was, “You guys aren’t funny.”

When she finally made it down, she dropped her phone as her face was placed with fear. Her eyes began to tear as she saw Ochaco hanging, her dead eyes looking back at F/n. The girl screamed and ran upstairs.

She quickly shut the basement door and called out to her friends, “Shoto! Tenya!” 

She ran down the hallway and entered her room, her hands trying to turn the lights on but she had forgotten that the power was cut off. Her eyes were blurry from the tears and she tripped as she took a step back. 

From the moonlight, she could see what she had tripped over. Her eyes once again widened as she saw Tenya with a knife plunged into his neck, his blood smearing on her hand. She whimpered and covered her mouth, “T-Tenya.”

She then exited the room and headed to the living room. The tree lights were on. She felt dizzy as she headed for the front door. It wouldn’t budge open. How could this be? She banged on it but to no avail. 

She sniffled and when she turned around, she saw Shoto tied up. She quickly headed to him and felt glad to see he wasn’t harmed. She tried to undo the tape, but the movement caused Shoto to wake up. 

Since his mouth was tied up, he tried to yell at her to look around. She was confused and reached for the tape around his mouth. However, she was suddenly knocked out. 

When she awoke, she groaned as her head hurt. She then jolted in her seat and noticed she was tied up in a bedroom. Christmas lights were all around. She felt like this was some sort of a joke but when she heard the door open her eyes widened, “I-Izuku?”

The green hair smiled, “I’m so glad you’re awake! I was worried that I hit you a little hard.”

“Wh-why?” She said as she once again began to cry.

He smiled kindly like he hadn’t done anything bad, “What are you talking about?”

His smile was then replaced with a worried look. He dried her tears, “Oh no, why are you crying? I’m sorry that I hit you hard. I just needed a way for us to be alone.”

She cried harder, “You-you’re sup-posed to be my fr-freind! Why?!” 

Izuku stared at her, “Friend? I don’t like that word. It feels off.”

His smile then returned with a blush, “Ah! I almost forgot!” 

F/n blinked her tears away and watched as Izuku grabbed a present. He held it in front of her and began to take the top off, showing what was inside the gift. His smile got bigger as F/n’s eyes widened in terror and she began to scream, “Merry Christmas, F/n.”

[rachaelswrites]

Out of Control

Bruce Banner x Daughter!reader

Word Count: 511

Requested By: Anonymous

if you feel comfortable could you do an avengersxteenreader where y/n is bruce banners daughter and she has the same powers as rogue from xmen but they're triggered by emotions. she accidentally uses them on one of the avengers and they have to try and convince her she isn't a monster like she thinks she is? xx

A/N: Thank you for the request! I really enjoyed writing this

Much like your dad, you viewed your powers as more of a curse than anything helpful. They were hard to control and when you didn’t have a hold on them, everyone around you was affected. You couldn’t have any of too much emotion around anyone or else you would take their memories. It was hard having to be emotionless around anyone nearby but you had to do it to protect them.

Bruce had tried hard to find different ways to help suppress and control your powers but so far, nothing worked. He felt he was to blame for your new powers so he put all his time and energy in helping you figure out these powers. It was his fault you were in the lab while he was experimenting and he didn’t stop you in time.

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Bruce had gone through about five different prototypes already. He was getting frustrated and he knew you were as well. He hoped his most recent one would work. He had spent countless hours on it and so far, it passed all the preliminary tests.

Your dad called you down to the lab where he and Tony were waiting. They both looked hopefully but you didn’t want to get your hopes up too early.

“Another trial?” You asked your dad, sitting on top of one of the desks.

Bruce nodded, “We’re confident in this one Y/n.”

“We just gotta attach this thing here and-” Tony was cut off in his explanation as he attached something to your head.

You looked at him as a younger Tony flashed in your head. You immediately pulled away and got off of the desk, finding the nearest wall and sinking to the floor. You hadn’t meant to do that but the anxiety from the trial must have been what triggered your powers.

“Tony I’m sorry,” you said, burying your head in your hands, “I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry.”

“Hey kid it’s okay,” he replied, walking over to you. He reached a hand out to help you up but you slid back into the wall, hard.

“Tony,” Bruce said, making him drop his hand.

You shook your head, “Don’t touch me. I’ll just do it again. I can’t control it,” you said.

“Y/n,” Tony said, waiting until you looked up at him, “Look, I’m not a fan of me missing some memories but that one, not a big deal. It was probably more traumatic than nostalgic if we’re being honest.”

“But I still took away a memory from you. What if it had been something more important?” you asked, shaking your head again, “I’m a monster.”

“Hey,” your dad said, “You are not a monster. You are trying to gain control of a new, scary power and it’s hard, which is expected.”

Bruce came over to you and sat down next to you.

“Listen to your old man Y/n,” Tony said, crouching down in front of you, “He knows what he’s talking about. If he can control the big green man, you can do it as well.”

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[honeyhotteoks]

the most realistic part of tnt is men having the absolute worst timing when it comes to confessing their feelings for you. yunho and mingi had months, MONTHS, M O N T H S (i think three right? cause y/n gets her heat every 3months?)!!! to breach the topic of not wanting it to be a one time thing or maybe mentioning/talking through residual feelings. but they ignored y/n and then only broke the ice out of jealousy/fear over the dinner plans with hwa. then even after the reconnection said nothing? AND EVEN AFTER HER SECOND HEAT!!! WHERE THEY SPENT THE WHOLE TIME WORRIED ABOUT HER!!! the second the apologies are over yunho begins to suggest y/n call them about her next heat? which does not necessarily indicate actual feelings and more so could be read as just him wanting to sleep with her again!!!!!!! it's only after y/n admits to not spending it alone and after they find a it it was "with hwa" that either of them bothers to actually ADMIT WHAT THEY ARE FEEEEEEEELING!!! but also in their defense they do kind of have a point in the fact that y/n didn't go out of her way to talk to them either after that first heat. and she hasn't been forthcoming after her feelings either. so it's kind of unfair to blame everything solely on them esp since y/n has seemingly been in denial about her feelings from the start and very quick to blame everything on her omega instincts rather than acknowledge her heart's just as involved in all of this as her inner omega is but still I SUPPORT WOMEN'S WRONGS!!! so regardless i am on y/n's side it was so much scarier for her to try and come to them about her feelings than it was for them because they could at least talk through their complicated feelings to each other. they've known each other longer and live together and have worked together for years and just know each other so intricately. in this equation y/n is the outsider with more to lose. ugh there is just so much miscommunication here and it makes me want to tear my hair out (in a good way!!) cause i can honestly see it from both sides. also the mingi hail mary kiss followed by him at the end saying i shouldnt have kissed you and y/n agreeing with him that he shouldn't have KILLED ME!!!!!!!!!! like y/n you know damn well you enjoyed every moment of that kiss and were pouring just as much emotion into that as he was!!! also yunho pulling her into a hug and her calming down instantly only for her brain to kick back in and force those instincts to the back burner and pull away AND THEN THREATEN TO LEAVE THE COMPANY?!? like my jaw was on the floor. and if that wasn't enough to break my heart you had yunho run out into the hallway after her?!! GOD THAT HALLWAY SCENE IS GONNA HAUNT ME. i kept screaming at y/n to turn around and cave!!! but woo was right when he said she would still have the same questions haunting her if she did just cave. like there would always be a part of her that questioned whether their feelings were genuine or just hormones. so they need this time apart. like logistically i know that but my shippers heart is screaming crying and throwing up right now!!!

LMAOOOO wait this made me laugh so hard "the most realistic part of tnt is men having the absolute worst timing when it comes to confessing their feelings for you."

like YEP basically.

but to respond to your ask....... yes felt. honestly our MC didn't do the best job dealing with her emotions after heat either, and i've gotten some messages saying she's at fault not the boys........ but i think we all have to remember the power dynamics of her being NEW at the company. she's really dealing with a lot of pre-established dynamics and trying to figure this all out on her own (until woosanhwa) so i give her a little grace lol

i'm glad you're enjoying tho!! this one has been so fun to write.

[captains-simp]

Hi bestieeee, congratulations on 1K!!! I have a request for you!! Mommy!Nat or Dark!Nat blackmailing R into sex or else R would be fired?? Thank you

I wonder who this request is from?🤔

2.8k words

Warnings: dub-con (bordering on non-con), coercion, blackmail, unhealthy power dynamic, oral sex (giving), praise, strap on sex and cum filled strap on

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You knew Natasha was coming before you saw her; before you even heard the chilling sound of her heels against the polished floors of the 46th level. You knew because you saw it in your coworkers eyes. You saw the way they cowered behind their desks and averted their eyes or made a swift exit from the area entirely. You knew because that was just how it worked at Romanoff Industries.

You were lucky enough to have your own office. Well, that should have made you lucky in avoiding Natasha's piercing gaze but it did not. Most of the time she stalked down the area outside your office she came straight to you and even if it wasn't her destination she would be sure to look in as she went by.

That was one of your less fortunate days, she was coming to see you and it wasn't to deliver a compliment about your hard work. Your boss let herself into your office without knocking and strolled over to your desk, her hips swaying in the mesmerising way they always did in those incredibly tight skirts.

"What happened to that report that was meant to be sent to me hours ago?" She demanded as she stood in front of your desk.

"Apparently someone picked up on some faults of the latest design so we can't do anything right now." You tried to explain but Natasha never did like excuses. "I don't know when it will be fixed." You continued.

"And you didn't think to tell me this?" Natasha glared.

"I thought someone would have told you." You were right, a lot of someone's had told the redhead, but apparently she needed to hear it from you too. "It's not my job to." You couldn't help but add. You knew Natasha hated when people pointed out things she didn't want to hear, more so when they did so confidently. You were one of the few who managed it, maybe that was why Natasha seemed to have it out for you. It was just a compulsion to you, to one up your boss. Even if it rarely succeeded.

You had always had mixed feelings about Natasha. Sometimes you thought when she went home at night she venturer into some cave that led to the pits of hell where she returned to her rightful throne. Other times that tough and stubborn show she put on was nothing short of admirable. There was no doubt it was what got her her success and therefore gave you a job. It was just hard to deal with when it was aimed at you individually, or what you could argue felt like personally.

"Don't give me that." She snapped. You were aware of all the eyes of your coworkers looking in on the pair of you and hanging on every word that was exchanged.

"You know full fucking well if something you're doing is going to be delayed you tell me." She was leaning both hands on your desk and leaning over to get closer to you. With such a short distance between you you had no choice but to stare back into her forest green eyes, like hell you were going to look away and back down.

"You can write that fucking report anyway. I want it on my desk today." Today? There was no way you could get that done in office hours, you would have to be working long past when you were meant to usually go home. "And when the design has been fixed you can write another one on it." She was testing you, willing you to say something you would regret. You weren't going to fall into her trap.

"Okay." You said, holding her gaze.

She didn't say anything else. Natasha stood there for another few seconds to watch you, waiting for something, anything. Then she stood back up straight and headed towards the door that she slammed closed behind her and marched back to her own luxury office.

That could have been an email.

*

It was approaching midnight when you finished the report. You were about to email it to Natasha when you remembered she wanted it in paper form so you begrudgingly sent it off to the printer.

It was a waste of paper you thought as you trudged over to the elevator that quickly arrived as there was no one else in the building. You figured Natasha just wanted to be that extra bit difficult. Well, you knew that was what she was trying to do.

You had worked with Natasha for longer than most, you knew her. Or rather, you knew the front she painted. You knew what annoyed her, what she wanted, what she thought of certain people and you could predict how she would conduct business down to the exact price tag of a product. But you didn't know her personally, sometimes you wondered if there was anyone who did.

You knocked on your bosses door and waited until she called for you to come in. You planned to simply walk in, put the paper on her desk and walk out to go home but once you were several steps past the door Natasha called for you to close it.

She didn't look up at you as you trudged across the ridiculously big office and put the papers down. It was only when you turned around that she spoke again.

"Stay." Was all said. You bite back a comment about not being a dog.

You turned back around and expected some speech and your attitude earlier but continued making notes on a design plan like you weren't even in the room. A few minutes of you fidgeting on your feet and looking around the office for anything interesting, Natasha picked up your report and leaned back in her chair to read it. She showed no signs that you had done a good or bad job with the report.

Finally, she put the paper down on her desk and went back to the plans. "Close the door behind you." Was all she said. You clenched your jaw and rolled your eyes once turned around to finally leave and go home.

"Don't roll your eyes at me, y/n."

*

Turns out it wasn't as simple as writing two reports. Design after design failed. First there was a slight issue with the batteries, then the shape, then it somehow became a liability. You mentioned all these faults in your reports, as you legally had to, but it became tedious very quickly. You always hated paperwork. It was meant to be such a small part of your job. You could only hope the sudden increase was temporary, especially as it wasn't exactly one of your strengths.

You continued to work over time and met Natasha late at night, always having to wait until she finished reading till you could leave. You thought you had to be doing at least a good job with them for your boss to never say anything, because she was always ready to point out small errors. That was until one particular night.

"These reports are getting worse." Natasha scolded. The comment made your blood boil. They were certainly not getting worse, maybe the designs were but you knew it was no fault of yours.

"The designs don't work." You fired back and crossed your arms. You had been worked tirelessly on those reports and they only stated the facts.

"Do you even care about your job, y/n?" Natasha asked seriously, angering you more.

"I've sacrificed more than I ever thought I could for a job for this company."

"You're on thin fucking ice, l/n. With the way things are going I'd be in a right mind to fire you." ...what the fuck?!

"What?" It came out as more of a whisper. After everything that you had done for the company and the years you had spent there, Natasha wouldn't really fire you, would she?

"Unless you're willing to make up for it all." She said seriously with something unmistakably dark in her tone.

"I don't more extra hours than anyone here." You said, not knowing what else she could mean.

"Not more than me, something takes quite the toll. I can hardly fit the time in to distress anymore. That's where you come in." Natasha explained as she stood up from her chair and sauntered around to the other side of the desk, the sound of her heels clicking echoing around the room.

There was a long moment of silence when Natasha left barely any space between you. You searched her eyes for any hint of what she was referring to but inevitably found nothing. Until she suddenly pushed you down onto your knees in front of her.

"Show me what other skills you have and maybe I'll consider letting you stay." She smirked down at you and ran the back of her hand across your cheek before cupping your jaw. "Entirely your call."

"Natasha this is crazy." You tried to reason but it was hard to ignore the faint throbbing you felt from being on your knees for her. "I could tell someone." For the first time ever, you heard her laugh. She threw her head back in a mocking laugh that soon turned into taunting chuckles.

"Y/n, who would believe you over me? You can be my guest and try but you'll never have another job in this city again, maybe further if I feel like it." She shrugged. You gulped and felt your breathing shake. Fuck.

Natasha, apparently impatient, hiked up her skirt and leant back against her desk to look at you expectantly. Your mouth suddenly went dry when you caught sight of her bare pussy, having not had any underwear on. You wondered if she often sat around like that. If she sauntered around the building and into your office where you could easily let your fingers wander up her skirt. Did she always leave them off for you?

"If you want to keep your job I suggest you get to work." She spoke. You tentatively moved forward and gripped onto her thighs for support, still looking up at her for any signs of a tell.

She was positively soaked. You could see her clenching in anticipation, the sight and musky smell entirely inviting. So you licked a long strip of the redhead's folds and moaned at the sweet taste of her. Sweetness was hardly what you expected given the tough and cold exterior of your boss, you hadn't expected it to be so instantly addictive either.

You pushed your tongue further inside the redhead who gave a breathy moan in response. At that, your mind was made. You sucked harshly on Natasha's clit and felt it pulse rapidly between your lips before returning your tongue to where she needed it most.

"Look at how much you're enjoying this." Natasha smirked as she looked down at the beyond contented glint in your eyes. "So good at pleasing you like mommy."

You worked your tongue tirelessly inside her, spurred on by the blissful sounds that fell from the redhead's mouth with every flick and curl of your muscle. You were lost in the incomparable taste of her and hoped it would be something that lingered on your tongue for a while. You were in awe of the way her mouth hung open in a silent scream as her eyes clenched shut every time your tongue brushed against some beautiful nerve ending. The sounds she made when you did so rivalled the faux sweetness of a siren's song. You knew the dangers of being lulled too far but you wanted to explore it entirely, convinced there was some hidden beauty that no one else could see.

"Fuck, so good." Your grip on Natasha's thigh tightened when her hold on the back of your neck did. She started to buck her hips against your mouth and her breathing patterns became more irregular. Your boss seemed lost in the pleasure she was experiencing from you as her eyes shut firmly and her movements became more erratic. But even then she held onto her power over you.

"I want you to swallow every last fucking drop." She ordered and gasped when your nose bumped against her clit. You picked up the pace of your tongue, making sure to swipe it against all the spots you had learnt made her shudder.

Her nails were practically digging into your neck when she reached her high. Her breath got caught in her throat before she gave the most animalistic moan you had ever heard. She furiously bucked her hips against your face as she rode out her high and relished in every wave of pleasure.

She recovered impressively quickly and was still raring to go, apparently having more plans for the night. She smiled down at you with a glint of the devil in her eye as she stood back and turned around to retrieve something from her desk, telling you to sit on her chair.

You were anticipating Natasha to return the favour, especially given how much she clearly enjoyed what you had to offer. Instead, she slipped a harness through your legs and pulled it up to your waist where she fastened it to sit securely. It was only when she moved away that you saw the size of the red toy, standing proudly and daringly. You wouldn't be surprised if your boss couldn't make it fit, yet again about to see that you really didn't know her. She was unpredictable and nothing short of it.

Natasha straddled your legs until her knees hit the backrest of her chair and her cunt was lined up with the toy. You went to hold her waist to guide her but your boss grabbed your wrists harshly and pinned them to the chair either side of you with a warning look.

She lowered herself onto the toy and groaned when the head of the toy alone started to stretch her. She kept her strong grip on your wrists as she looked more of the strap and you could only watch on in awe as the fake cock disappeared inside her.

Natasha moaned loudly and paused half way to adjust herself and breathe heavily before slamming herself down on the rest of the toy. "God." She grunted. "Mommy feels so full."

"Let me help you mommy." You tried but she shook her head.

"You don't get to touch right now." Was all she said before she lifted herself partly off the toy and slammed back down drawing another beautiful moan.

Your boss continued this for a while until she found herself in a rhythm that pleasured her deeply. You could see her juices smeering the toy everytime she withdrew and the sight alone made you groan, you already wanted to taste her again.

She rode you with vigor as her pace increased as did her grip on you. Profanities spilled from her mouth like a song that you wanted to join in with but you were too fixated on the sight infront of you. Natasha's bra clearly wasn't all that supportive because her breasts bounced with each thrust downwards and you wished more than anything that you could reach out and take her top and bra off to cup them, even tweak her nipples between your fingers to see her squeal.

"Gonna cum- fuck! Mommy's gonna cum on your cock and you're going to fill me up more." She said between moans and gasps. You didn't really understand what she meant by fill her up more but you weren't going to object, not when you wanted to see her cum again so badly.

She suddenly let your right hand go and grabbed on to the back of the harness. You were confused until you felt something click and Natasha was moaning louder than she had all night. "Your cum feels so good in me." She all but screamed before jerking her hips wildly and cumming around the toy.

She fell forwards slightly and grinded against the toy to ride out her high desperately. You gripped her hips with your free hand and moaned when you saw some of the cum leaking out of Natasha's pussy.

With a groan, you pulled your other hand out of the redhead's grasp and lifted her up and down onto her desk where she looked up at you with blissful eyes. "Don't go thinking you have any control." Natasha sneered but gasped when you withdrew the strap and snapped your hips forwards again.

"We'll see."

[lanaroff]

Into the unknown.- Part 10

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader, Parent!Wanda Maximoff x Parent!Reader

Summary: what happens when a baby boy is found in a hydra facility? what would you do when you find that is yours and wanda’s?

Warning: angst, swearing, unplanned parenthood, fighting, sad reader, sad wanda.

A/N: part 10 here! enjoy <3 -lana

*not my gif*

You were good at pretending. You were trained to be an incredibly good liar who could pretend to be someone you were not. You were good a pretending not to have feelings that you were sure you had. In the end, you had spent most of your life pretending. So it was not supposed to be difficult you thought. But you started to think that you were wrong.

You were currently pretending that you were fine. Sure, your face didn’t look like it between the bleeding nose and eyes full of bruises, but you put on a mask that showed a cocky smile. So everything was fine on the outside. To them, you were just a stubborn but strong agent that they couldn’t break. But inside you were dying. You were dying to know if they were fine. You were dying because it hurt that you couldn’t feel your son or Wanda. You were dying because for the first time you were scared that something out of your reach may happen. However, even if it hurt like hell, you had to be strong for those who needed you most. So when the same tall man came into your cell to drag you to the same old room, you didn’t complain.

You had lost track of time. You no longer knew if it was daytime or nighttime if you had been there for 2 days or 5 months. All you knew is that every day was the same thing. They would torture you physically for some time, then they would ask you some questions, the same old ones. And then they would beat you up to then throw you back into the cell.

But, as you were being dragged through the halls you noticed that they didn’t stop where they always did. Instead, they took you to the end of the large hall, where you were met by an unknown room.

The unknown room seemed to be a sort of operating room that hadn’t been used in a long time. It was empty and the only visible thing was a chair with chains and an old tv. You were forced to sit in the middle of the room with the old tv placed in front of you, and immediately chains were set on your wrist and ankles. It was weird, they hadn’t beat you up yet, and it seem like you were not going to. As you were about to ask what was all of that about, a familiar face entered the room holding a cassette and a folder.

“After we lost the Maximoff twins we realized that there was so much yet to be discovered. Sure, they were a great loss, but we realized they were far from being the perfect and loyal subject.” Hoffmann said as he walked the room with steady steps. “So we spend years trying to figure out how to create the perfect specimen. A subject that had no feelings about the outside world, one that showed no remorse, but also one that was more powerful than the strongest avenger.”

You carefully looked at every action that he made. You didn’t trust the way that he walked as he simply told you a story, he was up to something, and the fact that you didn’t know what was making you nervous.

He slowly made his way to the old tv and he placed the cassette. Images started to appear on the screen. At first, they were random scientists, but then the images became more specific.

“965 times we attempted to create the perfect subject. 10 specimens were convicted, however only just one survived. And you took him away from me.”

“Why are you telling me this?” You asked disgusted and confused. You felt sick by thinking how someone could treat innocent lives as simple test subjects. But you also felt sick thinking about him putting a hand on your baby boy.

“Because I know that I may never break you physically. But I will break you here.” Hoffmann said tapping the side of your head. “And once I do, I’m going to make you retrieve your ‘Pietro’, and I’m going to make you watch me turning him into a weapon.”

“Fuck you! You better kill me now, because there’s no way you are touching my son while I’m alive.” You said as you tried to break the chains that had you stuck at the chair.

As you effortlessly moved back and forth another scientist entered the room with a machine connected to a bunch of wires in hand. He immediately made his way next to you and stabbed you with a syringe. As the liquid entered your body, you realized that it was harder for you to move. With your body paralyzed, you watched him place the wires in your head and chest. You couldn’t control your body but you were conscious of your surroundings.

The moment the scientist turned on the machine you felt waves of electricity running through your body. It was unbearably painful but it was different than the other physical tortures. This one felt as it was also messing with your head not only your body.

Screaming the pain out you felt as if your head was about to explode, you started feeling weaker than ever before. You felt as if they were burning you alive from the inside. Definitely being drowned and beaten all day didn’t feel as bad as that machine made you feel.

Exhaustion hit your body as you battled with your foggy vision and aching body. You tried as hard as you could to stay awake, but it started to feel as it was impossible. Just as you were about to give up a loud explosion was heard and suddenly the machine stopped.

You couldn’t hear what was being said around you. Your mind was too tired to comprehend a word. All you felt was your body hitting the ground as another explosion took place right in front of you. Lying on the floor, you saw a familiar silhouette quickly approaching your way, but you were far too tired to keep your eyes open to see who it was.

You slowly opened your eyes adjusting them to the burning feeling of the light. You were confused as you found yourself laying on a hospital bed. The last memory you had was you dropping unconscious still tied to a chair. However, every negative feeling and thought was put aside the moment you saw one of your friends sitting next to you.

“Sam? Where am I?” You asked as you started to remove the wires connected to your body.

“You are awake!” He said as he jumped to hug you. “God, you scared the shit out of me.”

“Where’s Wanda?” You asked again.

“Oh, she went to put baby Pietro down for his nap.” He said helping you to sit in the bed. “She was really worried, and mad”

“I need to see her.” You said growing impatient by the whole being in bed situation.

You needed to get the hell out of that bed and see if your family was fine. So despite having a really annoying Sam telling you not to, you slowly and painfully limped your way out of the medical bay.

After a couple of suppressed whimpers and small stops to catch your breath, you finally were outside Pietro’s room. The second you entered you saw a sleeping baby laying on Wanda’s chest as she sat at the rocking chair. It was adorable, you wanted that frame that scene. They both looked so peaceful in their sleep, but most important, they looked safe. As you slowly grabbed your son and placed him on his crib. Upon not feeling her son, you felt how the redhead quickly woke from her small nap.

“Y/N?” She asked you whispering so she wouldn’t wake up the baby.

After kissing the baby’s head you grabbed Wanda by the hand and pulled her out of the nursery.

The second you two were back at the hall she removed her hand from your grip and started walking towards her bedroom. Sam had warned you that she was mad, but you thought that she at least would be happy to see you.

“Wanda talk to me” You said limping your way to her room.

“You should be in bed.” Wanda said without looking at you.

“I know, but I needed to see you.” You said reaching for her hand again.

“You needed?” She scoffed walking away from you. “Where were you when I needed you?”

This time she looked at you straight in the eye. Her eyes were full of tears, and you could see that she was biting the inside of her cheek.

“You were in Italy playing hero! Guess what Y/N, you are not invincible. You were reckless, arrogant, and stupid, and you almost got yourself killed!” Wanda screamed at you. “What were you thinking? Do you even realize how stupid your actions were? You almost die, and you almost left your son without a mother. You promised me we were going to do this together and you almost left me!”

You didn’t utter a word. You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything, you just stood there, frozen. Wanda was expecting you to give her one of your lame excuses, she was expecting you to argue back, but you didn’t say a word. Without saying anything you just walked toward her and hugged her as tight as you could. You hugged her as if she would vanish from your embrace.

Wanda was shocked by your reaction. You were crying on her chest as your arms were around her body. She felt her heart twisting hearing your sobs. It was the first time she saw you being vulnerable, it was the first time she saw you broken.

“I’m sorry, I was so scared.” That was what Wanda heard between your sobs and sniffles.

Reaching for your face, she pulled away from your embrace to cup your face so she could look you in the eye.

“What matters is that you are alive and okay.” She said and watched as your eyes begin to fill with tears.

“I just wanted to protect you and Pietro, I don’t want to lose you.” You said fighting the urge to cry. However, it was impossible and tears started pouring out of your eyes again.

“Oh Y/N, you are not going to lose us.” She said hugging you tightly, this time Wanda being the one pulling you closest to her.

And you stayed like that, Wanda hugging you as you allowed yourself to cry as much as you needed. It wasn’t after you stopped crying that you realized that her shirt was wet from your crying.

“I’m sorry.” You said slightly laughing to yourself as you tried to clean her shirt.

“It’s okay.” Wanda smiled. “You should get some rest. You can use my bed.”

You smiled back at her and slowly laid your head back on her pillow. You were exhausted, both emotionally and physically drained from all the fighting. So you allowed yourself to relax as you started drifting to sleep.

Wanda slowly and quietly stood up and turned to the door walking so you could have some rest. She wished she could stay and hug you while you slept, but she knew that she couldn’t do it. However, before she could go any further, you grabbed her wrist making her stop to look at you.

“Please stay.” You mumbled with pleading eyes. “Don’t go, Wands”

And that was all she needed to hear before laying in bed next to you with her arms around your body. She didn’t care if she was crossing any boundaries, all she cared was that you needed her as much as she needed you.

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Hidan X Jashinist Bride Reader

Akatsuki Masterlist

A/N: Fun fact, half of this was written for months before my other my other Hidan Fic. Some of the stuff here inspired my other fic too! I wish I hadn’t been so lazy before lol.

TW: Blood, gore, dark themes, mutilation, explicit content, semi forced lemon, period mention, murder, abuse, pregnancy, c section, toxic relationship, cults. Minors DNI! 18+. If you are sensitive or if anything makes you uncomfortable please DO NOT READ!

Akatsuki Baddie Taglist: @ppg-artss @lovelygeniegirl1012 @mercymccann @kakeisumire @aoi-ajisai

A/N: Tagging the baddies that voted for this! Let me know if you want to be a part of the Baddie Taglist: @thetimelesschild @psycheduplion

You didn’t know how it happened really.

You used to be an innocent and a highly religious shrine girl of the Hidden Leaf Village.

Somehow you had lost your way after killing your parents in anger for forcing you to continuing living your mundane, sheltered life instead of letting you become a shinobi like all your friends did.

You just wanted freedom.

You ran away at 18 and you eventually found a different form of freedom when you learned about The Way of Jashin, as a mere cultist worshipper.

There were others like you. Some were so loyal that they were gifted all sorts of privileges and powers. Rumor has it that some loyal worshippers were even gifted immortality.

You wanted power. You lusted for it. You spent nights kissing your silver necklace as you prayed to your Lord Jashin.

Although you weren’t a shinobi, you did manage to get a few good kills on innocent civilians, by breaking into their house at night and stabbing them with kunai. They made perfect sacrifices!

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That evening, you were dressed in your hooded black cloak that bared your cleavage and a Jashin necklace, on your knees and praying to your god in a secluded hideout alongside your other fellow cultists.

The cult leader had announced that the most loyal follower would be gifted a bride tonight. He claims it is what Lord Jashin wanted.

“Y/N,” the cult leader said.

You gasped as your eyes flashed opened.

“…Me?”

You were a deer in the headlights as all eyes of your fellow cultists were on you. You heard the sound of footsteps and glanced up seeing a tall man standing before you.

He had silver hair that was slicked back, magenta eyes, and a smirk on his face. You shivered as his eyes scanned your figure. He looked at you like he’d just won a trophy.

You recognized him as Hidan, who was one of the most loyal followers of Jashinism.

“Today’s your lucky day bitch!” He laughed.

You flinched at his cocky tone. You didn’t know how you felt about being called a bitch by a man who you were supposed to marry.

He grabs you by the wrist and hoists you up, causing you to yelp. Your e/c eyes met his hungry magenta ones. You found yourself lost in them.

“You’re gonna be my new bride!” He says. Hidan pulls out a silver ring with the Jashin emblem on it and forces it onto your finger.

Keeping his eyes on you, he brought his cold lips to your finger where the ring rested. You blushed.

‘Well at least he’s hot! Not to mention smooth!’ You thought.

Hidan put his arm tightly around your waist and pulled you close before leading you to the cult leader at the alter.

“Where are we going?” You asked.

Hidan looked at you in confusion.

“The fuck you mean? We’re getting married here and now in the name of Lord Jashin!”

You frowned a bit as you two stopped at the alter and joined hands as the cult leader read from the Bible. Hidan licked his lips hungrily as he stared at your boobs the whole time.

‘This is great an all but I kinda imagined my wedding to be a bit more…romantic? Maybe a wedding dress and yukata instead of a cultist garb…’ You thought.

“You may now slaughter your neighbors…” the cult leader finished. You snapped out of your thoughts and looked at the cult leader in bewilderment.

“Kill? You mean kiss? Y’know like ‘kiss the bride?’” Hidan chuckled at you as you watched him take his scythe off his back.

“No way babe! This is all part of the ritual! We go on a 3 hour killing spree after the wedding!”You widened your eyes. “HUHHHH?!”

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You never would have imagined you’d go out killing right after your own wedding. But at least you were able you were able to blow off some steam.

Hidan brought you to an inn later that night. You were clad in a short satin silk robe while Hidan was in his boxers.

The two of you were in the bed together where Hidan covered your most sensitive spots with kisses.

He whispered sweet nothings into your ear as he glided his hands up your thighs. You shuddered at the touch as your cheeks flushed.

“Now then, let’s see what we’re working with…” Hidan whispered huskily as he slowly undid your robe.

Your heart began to race. For someone so foul-mouthed, he was awfully good at setting the mood.

Hidan marveled at the bloody red lingerie you had underneath. “Damn…”

He brought his hands to your breasts and massaged them, causing you to moan a bit. “…I just hit the jackpot!”

You giggled and batted your eyelashes as you looked at your new husband lovingly. “I got to know…why did Lord Jashin choose someone like me to be your lucky bride?”

You decided to stroke his ego, but you were also genuinely curious. Hidan smirked down at your blushing form. “You mean you don’t know?”

He grabbed your wrists and pin them above your head as he pressed his bulge against your clothed clit.

You blush became redder as you felt the hardness of his length. Hidan brought his lips to your ear.

“Lord Jashin appreciates women like you…” Hidan says huskily.

“Young…innocent…pure…” He licks warm tongue against the shell of your ear.

You groaned as Hidan rubbed his bulge against your clit. You felt it throb. The sensual, warm friction was quite lovely.

You whimpered as Hidan stopped. He rose up a bit before bringing his hands to your hips.

“Spread your legs nice and wide for daddy, kitten,” he purrs. That went straight to your crotch. You easily comply, as you stretched you legs across the cool, smooth sheets of the bed.

Hidan smirked at you as he slowly slid your red thong off before tossing it to the floor.

He licked his lips as he brought his hungry gaze to your crotch. He raised his eyebrow in confusion.

Curious, you follow his gaze as you leaned forward to look down at your crotch. “Oh…”

You blushed a bit in embarrassment seeing a white tube and string that was partially stained red, sticking out of your hole.

‘How the fuck do I forget to take out my tampon?! This is soooo embarrassing!’ You mentally shrieked.

Hidan stared at the string as if he was trying to solve a math problem. You bit your lip nervously as he lightly tugged it.

‘I hope the blood won’t ruin the mood…I should probably say something…’

“H-hey let me go to the bathroom and freshen up a bit before we-AAAAAAAAAHHHH!”

You screamed as Hidan yanked your tampon out of your sex. Blood slowly seeped out of your hole and onto the sheets.

“Looks like it’s the time of the month…should make this a whole lot easier,” he says bluntly as he uses his thumb to wipe some blood off your sex.

“WHAT THE HELL?! THAT HURTS! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” You shouted.

Hidan glared at you. “WILL YOU SHUT UP?! YOU’RE INTERRUPTING THE RITUAL!”

You flinched at his tone before your body froze.

‘Ritual…? Is he…?’

You watched in horror (and with slight arousal) as Hidan slowly licks your blood off his fingers.

To your confusion, he gets up and walks to the side of the room and uses his foot to draw a bloodly Jashin circle onto the ground. When he finishes, he turns to you with a knowing smirk.

Tears begin to stream down your face as Hidan makes his way over to you.

‘How could I be so stupid?! He’s going to sacrifice me to Jashin!’

You grab the blankets in a desperate attempt to cover yourself.

“What the hell are you covering yourself for, princess?” Hidan asks as he walks over to you.

“S-shut up! Go away! I don’t want to be a sacrifice to Lord Jashin!” You cry.

Hidan looks at you in bewilderment.

“I’m not sacrificing you, you idiot! You’re my bride! Lord Jashin will punish me if I defy him! I’m taking your blood as part of the mating ritual. Now get the fuck over here!”

“No!” You cry as you shake your head.

“You’re freaking me out! I don’t want to do this anymore!”

Hidan growled in anger before proceeding to tear the blanket off your shaking form.

He then grabbed a hold of you and tossed you over his shoulder, keeping a hand on your ass.“GET OFF ME!” You screamed as you banged your fists into his back.

Hidan chuckled. “No fucking way, bitch! Your not defying Lord Jashin! He chose you for a reason!” He says as he walks over to lay you on the bloody circle.

“And besides…” Hidan hovers over you as he pins your wrists above your head. “…He wants us to teach his ways to the next generations to come…”

You widened your eyes in horror as more tears streamed down your face. “I don’t want to have a baby yet! I’m only 18!” You cry as you squirm in his tight grasp.

“Not my problem, babe. Now spread em,” Hidan says as his skin suddenly darkens. Hidan changed into some sort of skeleton looking being like something out of a horror film.

‘What the FUCK?!’

What happened to your hot husband?!

You screamed in terror causing Hidan to cover your mouth. You immediately closed your legs tightly.

“You’re ruining the ritual! Now spread em!” Hidan barked.

He forced your legs open before diving his head in between them. You let out a lewd cry of pleasure as Hidan’s warm tongue laps up your drippy red cunt.

Your eyes met Hidan’s who slowly licked his lips. “You see? You want this…” he purred.

You hated how right he was. You had never experienced pleasure like this. You wanted to feel him more.

You slowly spread your legs out even wider against the circle, earning a pleased grin from Hidan. “Good girl…”

He curls his finger and brings it towards your slicked entrance, causing you to hiss as you grip his shoulder for support. “Easy there, kitten…” Hidan says as he slowly pumps his finger inside you.

You breathe heavily and tremble at the sensation. “Scream out nice and loudly for daddy!” He smirks.

Hidan adds another finger, causing your moans to echo through the walls of the inn.

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“Quit sticking it in like that!”

“…”

“I said knock it off, that hurts!”

“…”

Hidan fucked you until you bled even further. He pounded into you so hard that you begged for him to stop.

He didn’t.

But you hated yourself for enjoying the sensations.

You were currently laying directly on top of your skeleton-nized husband as your fully naked body faced the the ceiling.

Your lover who was beneath you had his dick forced deeply into your back entrance as his arms held your wrists back.

Blood and cum coated your thighs as fresh tears slid over your dried ones.

“Get out of me! It hurts!” You cried again.

Hidan let out a maniacal laughter which vibrated against your back.

“The rituals almost done…” he chuckled darkly as he squeezed at your breasts. Your body betrayed you as you moaned.

As if on cue, you watched as your s/c skin darken into a black charcoal color that matched his.

Skeleton bones formed on your body. It was something out of a horror movie.

“WHAT THE FUCK!? WHATS HAPPENING?!” You screamed.

“Congrats bitch! Now you’re immortal! This is the greatest gift from Lord Jashin!” Hidan laughed.

‘I’m…immortal…?’

Panic rose as you saw Hidan’s hand raise above your form. He held a large black spear that was aimed towards your heart.

“And now to mark you down and make you mine…” he hissed.

“N-NO PLEASE!” You screamed.

Hidan connected the spear to your heart, piercing it deeply so that it stabbed his own chest.

You gagged as you coughed up blood. More blood seeped from your chest but you weren’t dying. You were still in too much pain to move.

“Hi…dan…” you choked. “St…op…”

“All in the name of Lord Jashin!” Hidan declared loudly as a pool of blood poured out from under him.

At that moment, you contemplated your major life decisions.

You joined a cult.

You wanted power.

You didn’t imagine however that the process would be painful.

…

…

…

Your were clad in a fluffy white bathrobe, still left a sobbing mess as Hidan carries you bridal style into the bedroom after running you a bath.

He glared down at you. “Oh would you shut up already?!” You glare back up at him. “Hidan! You hurt me!”

He looks at you incredulously. “The fuck?! You liked it!”

“That doesn’t mean you had to get so aggressive! You should treat your new wife better!” You cried.

Hidan growled. “I just ran you a bath you ungrateful bitch!” With that he tosses you roughly onto the bed. You cry out in pain.

“Shut the fuck up bitch! Now hurry up and get pregnant!” Hidan yelled. He walked over to the door. “See you in 9 months,” he said coldly.

“No! Hidan! Don’t go!” You sob. Hidan was already out the door. He slammed it shut on his way out, leaving you all alone.

“I CAN’T DO THIS ALONE!” You wailed.

…

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…

The past nine months were rough dealing with a pregnancy all alone. Hidan occasionally came by to drop food and other necessities to help you out before disappearing out the door once more, ignoring your cries.

Eventually the time finally came when your water broke. You laid there in bed panting heavily as you clutch your stomach. Hidan was there, indifferent as ever.

“You gonna push or what?” He asks bluntly. You glare up at him as tears left your eyes. “I can’t do this alone, Hidan! I need a doctor! Take me to a medical nin! PLEASE!”

Hidan rolled his eyes. “Well babe, if you’re not gonna push, then I guess we’ll have to force the baby out of ya.”

You were absolutely fuming. “HIDAN! TAKE ME TO A FUCKING DOC…tor…?” You widen your eyes in horror as you watched Hidan raise his red scythe.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!” You shout. “I’m cutting the baby out! Now hold still!” Hidan said with a grin.

You shook your head. You couldn’t believe what was happening. Was this supposed to be your husband?!

“HIDAN NO DON’T-!”

SLICE!

…

…

…

You wake up feeling pain all over your body. The first thing you saw was a large stitch all over your stomach.

“Bout time you woke up,” a gruff voice said. You turned to see a man in a mask. He had green red eyes. You recognized him as Kakuzu, Hidan’s partner.

“Your idiot husband wouldn’t shut up about me helping you. You owe me money for stitching you together up. I’ll be back for it,” he said in a warning tone.

Kakuzu started to turn on his heel. Without thinking, you grip his arm tightly to stop him. “PLEASE HELP ME! WHERE IS MY BABY?! I CAN’T DO THIS ALONE!”

Kakuzu gave you a nasty glare before yanking his hand away. “I’m not paying for child support!”

Kakuzu then started walking away again. “Wait!” You cry out. “You’re husband is in the living with your new devil. Be sure to have my 3,000 ryo for me when I get back,” Kakuzu says before he slams the door shut.

You blinked as you slowly rose up from your bed a bit. “My…baby?”

As if on cue, you heard the sounds of soft coos coming from the living room. “My baby!” You say.

You got out of your bed carefully, clutching your aching tummy before making your way over to the living room.

You saw a shirtless Hidan sitting on the couch, smiling fondly at a little baby that was wrapped in a blanket.

You make your way over to them and take a good look at your baby girl. She took after Hidan with his silver hair and magenta eyes. She also had her s/c skin, your mouth, and nose shape. She happily sucked on a pacifier that had the Jashinist emblem on it.

You couldn’t help but smile. Hidan smirked at the baby. “Beautiful isn’t she? This bitch is my spittin’ image!”

You glare at him. “Don’t call her that!” Hidan chuckled. “Whatever. Anyways her name is Jashi, and she’s gonna lead the next generation of Jashinists.”

You smiled at the baby.

Jashi. That was a nice name! And she was such a beautiful baby too.

“Anyways, get dressed. The ceremonies tonight,” Hidan said. You looked at him incredulously. “Ceremony?!”

…

…

…

After getting dressed in your cloaks, Hidan dragged you and Jashi outside that night. You traveled deep into the forest until you heard the sound of music.

You saw hundreds and thousands of Jashinists gathered under a cliff. Some played music in honor of your presence. They each cleared a path for the three of you.

“Hidan, what’s going on?” You whispered. Hidan shushed you as he grabbed your arm and lead you through the crowd.

You both saw the cult leader. He had a pleased smile when he saw the oblivious baby Jashi. “Follow me,” he said. He then turned on his heel and started going up the side of the mountain.

You and Hidan then followed along with the musicians that played the music. The songstress started singing a song about eternal life.

After awhile, you all made it at the top of the cliff. The cult leader pulled out a vile of blood and poured it on his thumb.

Hidan presented Jashi to him and the cult leader used the blood on his thumb to draw a Jashinist emblem on her forehead. Jashi then let out a cute sneeze. Hidan smiled at that.

You raised an eyebrow in confusion. ‘Okay I feel like I’ve seen this in a movie before…’ you thought.

You watched as Hidan hands the cult leader your baby before the leader turns to walk towards the cliff.

“Wait!” You cry. “SHH!” Hidan hissed as he grabbed your shoulder. You both watched as the cult leader stopped at the edge of the cliff.

He raised Jashi up in the air with both hands. All the Jashinist below the cliff bowed down the Jashi as the moonlight shone down on your beautiful babies face.

You frowned. ‘Okay I DEFINITELY seen this in a movie about lions before…this is all so strange…’ you thought.

To your horror, the cult leader let go of your baby and dropped it off the cliff.

“JASHIIIIII!” You screamed. Hidan laughed as you immediately tore off your cloak, revealing your underwear and rush towards the cliff. You pushed past the cult leader to jump off the cliff.

When you got close enough, you grabbed Jashi close and pull her protectively towards your chest.

“Jashi!” You cry.

SPLASH!

You landed in a pool of blood that was apparently pre set up. You bobbed your head up and gasped for air, stilling holding Jashi as your fellow Jashinists cheered for you.

“Where did this fucking pool come from?!” You exclaimed. You looked down at the giggling Jashi seeing how her skin had darken. She also had a skeletal pattern.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” You screamed. You gasped seeing how your skin had also changed color. “WHAT THE FUCK?!”

You stared at your baby in horror. ‘Jashi’s immortal now?!’ You thought.

“FUCK YEAAAAAAAHHHH!” You heard.

You looked up and saw a naked Hidan jumping down from above. You widened your eyes. “WHAT THE HELL?!”

SPLASH!

Hidan made a big splash, covering you, Jashi, and the other Jashinists with blood. He got above the surface and laughed manically as he snatched Jashi from your arms.

He raised her up proudly like a trophy as your fellow Jashinists cheered once more.

“This is the beginning of the next generation of Jashinists! With my new wife, we’ll complete the ritual by making 9 more children in the name of Lord Jashin!” Hidan declared.

The Jashinists cheered even louder at that. Jashi who was completely oblivious to what was going on, started cheering too.

You stared your husband in horror. You got what you wanted: immortality and power. But now you were losing your sanity as you were gonna be forced to have 9 more children.

You started regretting your life decisions by joining a cultist group, and now you no longer had a choice in the matter. This was your new life for all eternity.

[reidsnose]

happy campers

overview: the bau goes on a team building camping trip but reader and spencer spend most of their time together

genre: fluff

a/n: ive been kicking myself for not posting in forever but i think this one is pretty cute! please lmk what yall think :)

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the stuffy, eight person suv finally rolled to a stop, the overgrown children that call themselves the bau tumbling out as quickly and gracelessly as possible. Morgan and Reid nearing the end of a 2 and a half minute long slap fight that you happened to be caught directly in the middle of. you looked at jj, pleading to make them stop with her mom powers.

"boys behave or ill ground you both," she sighed, going to help out with taking things out of the trunk.

they immediately stopped, muttering under their breath that the other one started it. but before they could start again, Spencer caught a glance at you. you were taking a deep breath, smiling contently, very clearly happy to get some fresh, forest air. despite being in direct sunlight, your smile was far brighter than anything he'd seen in his whole life.

before he knew it he was being snapped out of his daze and asked to help set up the tents. he was really hoping to have a chance to share a tent with you, like you sometimes had done on cases when hotel rooms were scarce. but he knew that almost everyone wanted a spot in your tent because you're that much fun to be around. Penelope would win, obviously, and he would be paired up with morgan again.

he let out a sigh as he finished up pitching one of the tents, pulling the corner and nailing it into the ground. as he did so, something caught his eye: a pink, round, fat little worm crawled out of the dirt.

his attention was now fully on the worm, ecstatic to see it because he had been reading up on worms for a while. he called morgan and hotch over since they were the closest to him, rambling excitedly all hes learned about them so far. he looked up and could see the disinterest behind their polite smiles. his own smile faltered for a second, until he saw you finishing up pitching a tent.

"im gonna go show y/n. shes gonna love this!" spencer giggled, already walking towards you.

"hey kid i dont know if she-" morgan began.

"reid she might not-" hotch started as well.

but he had already reached you, sticking out his hand and revealing the worm. hotch and morgan looked at each other worriedly, concerned that the tiniest rejection from you, even about something as small as a worm, would tear his heart to pieces.

their faces changed from worry to confusion as they watched a wide grin crack on your face.

"oh! a worm!" you exclaimed gleefully.

they observed as you put your hand out and Spencer dropped the worm in your hand. you watched it wriggle around and would occasionally look up and nod along with his rambling, asking questions and listening intently. hotch and morgan were speechless, knowing full well if they offered a girl they liked a worm, she would not have the same reaction.

you and Spencer started walking back over to the tent, where hotch and morgan tried their best to seem busy. you two were laughing, something about putting the worm back where he found it so it gets home safely. if there was ever any doubt that you and Spencer would be the perfect couple, its completely disintegrated now.

you and Spencer were typically joined at the hip, but after the worm encounter, you two were especially inseparable.

the girls went down by the lake to tan while you and Spencer tried to build a hut out of random sticks and logs you found around the forest. and while the guys were fishing on that same lake, Spencer and you were rock skipping, and he was explaining to you the physics behind it. and you were both scaring away any potential fish for rossi, hotch, and morgan to catch. so you two were banished back into the forest for the time being. when the rest of the team came back, you and him were up in a tree, eating some of the snacks they'd packed, talking and laughing and subconsciously leaning into one another. you didn't need to be a profiler to see the signs. you two were head over heels already, even if you guys didn't know it yet.

after a bonfire full of roasted marshmallows and scary stories, laughs and giggles. it was a wonderful, but tiring night and before you knew it you were getting ready for bed, sharing highlights of the day back and fourth with Penelope.

"i'm picking up on a bit of a pattern," she giggled, wiggling her eyebrows.

you wracked your brain, "what pattern?"

"all of your highlights included a certain adorkable genius."

"what? no we just...he's my best friend so we-cause its fun and i just-" you stammered, feeling your face heat up with every passing second.

"relax my love, i was just teasing," she chuckled, turning over to go to sleep.

"yeah i know. goodnight pen."

"goodnight lovely," she sighed, "but give some thought to lover boy."

you chuckled lightly before whispering to yourself, "trust me i have."

you woke up and checked the time, it was 4:47am but you just could not fall asleep. you crawled out of the tent, grabbing your blanket when you felt the cool morning air rush at you. you didn't want to wake anyone, so you made your way over to the little hill that the suv was parked on, stealing the keys from hotch's bag and crossing to the other side that faced east. the sun would be rising soon, it would be nice to watch; you draped your blanket across your shoulders. you heard footsteps coming from behind you, your blood running cold, immediately assuming the worst.

you turned around and were met with Spencer's sleepy smile. his hair stuck up in all directions and he looked perfectly adorable. you had to resist your urge to give in and kiss him right then and there.

"you scared me!" you whispered, trying to stifle a smile.

"im sorry," he giggled, "why are you up?"

"im not sure i just couldnt fall back asleep. why are you up?" you echoed.

"morgan keeps farting."

you and him let out hearty laughs, quickly covering your mouths as to not wake up the rest of the team.

you faced the car for a second, legs growing tired from standing.

"look how pretty the fogged up windows look," you observed, facing back and fourth between the colorful sky and the muggy version reflecting on the suv. you pressed your hand against the window, leaving a print, "so cold!" you chuckled.

spencer put his hand next your handprint, quickly recoiling, "you werent lying," he laughed, shivering a little.

you looked at the two handprints, his comically larger than yours and you couldnt help but smile to yourself.

"do you want some blanket?" you asked, opening your arms.

"i think im too tall," he frowned, "maybe if i crouch?"

"how about," you dangled the keys infront of your face before opening the trunk of the suv, "front row seats to the sunrise and some blanket."

"that sounds perfect," he smiled, begging his body not to redden his cheeks.

you two crawled into the trunk, draping the blanket across both of your shoulders, being pulled together by the small piece of fabric. you two were completely cuddled together, getting maximum warmth from the blanket and each other's body heat. a comfortable silence floated between you, faint bird songs and the others breathing filling it with peace. you felt your eyelids droop, despite the breathtaking rebirth of the sun happing in front of you. spencer was just so comfortable.

he felt the same way, his head falling to rest on top of yours as sleep pulled at his eyes. he yawned lightly, pulling you closer and breathing you in. you smiled. perfectly content.

about an hour later, hotch woke up, searching frantically for his keys. he ran up to check if the suv was still there, only to be met with your sleeping figures in the open trunk, wrapped up tightly in a blanket, smiles on both of your faces despite being asleep. hotch was good at predicting things, he saw scenarios play out fully before they truly began.

he snapped a picture, knowing it would be put to good use in a few years, he smelled a wedding.

spencer and you spent the drive home smiling like a couple of idiots, grins growing wider each time the sun hit the window just right, revealing your handprints.

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[twinkleimagines]

* Don’t be jealous princess*

You and Drew have been dating for over a year now, you had actually gotten together right after Chase and Maddie has. Usually you weren’t the jealous type but when you noticed that your boyfriend spent more time with Your shared friend Maddie than he did with you it had started to bother you.

“ hey chase” you spoke as you saw your friend and coworker from the show OBX’s face pop up on your screen.

“ howdie y/n what’s up?” He responded running his hands through his hair fluffing it out.

“ howdie howdie” you responded smiling down at your phone. “ I was gonna go live later this afternoon on the obx page and I was gonna see if you and Maddie wanted to join me at some point” you responded , flopping down on your sofa.

“ uhm duh” he beamed out.

“ awesome “ you responded nodding your head . “ where is Maddie ?”

“ oh she’s at Drew’s” you sat still for a Monet, your brows furrowing together.

“ huh” you responded, a frown placing on your face. “ that’s funny” you responded. It was really to yourself but Chase heard you.

“ what?” He asked getting curious himself.

“ Drew hasn’t talked to me all day” you responded softly, the expression showing clear on your face.

“ oh” was all chase could say, not really knowing what to say.

“ does it not bother you?”

“ what?”

“ they’re Always together Chase. “ you responded. Chase sighed heavily looking out one of his bedroom windows , thinking how to respond to your statement .

“ well, we’re all so close . The whole group. And they live in the same apartment complex. I’m also always busy so I can’t be around as much. “ you nodded slightly agreeing with him.

“ but” chases interrupted causing you to look back up at the phone. “ Drew could at least tell you he’s with her. If Maddie didn’t tell me and didn’t text me all day that would definitely have me worrying. “

“ I know! I feel like all day I’m fighting for his attention and they’re always together. It use to not bother me but when I’m waiting until the end of the day to hear from Drew just to find out he’s been with her all day is beyond annoying”. Chase nodded sighing heavily. You could tell by what all you were saying was starting to cause a concern for him as well.

“ I’m sorry chase I just-“

“ no no I get it y/n I do” he responded . “ I don’t personally think there is anything going on between the two of them but I would talk with Drew just to clear up and confusion and stuff” he suggested . You both spoke for another 30 minutes before hanging up. You sighed before attempting to call Drew, his phone going straight to voicemail which only angered you. You sighed with frustration as you dialed maddies number, pressing speaker as you waited for her to answer.

“ hey y/n” she responded with her bubbly voice.

“ hey” you responded kind of stern. It was honestly harder than you thought it would be to hide the envious of her being with your boyfriend .

“ what’s up you okay?” She asked , noticing the tone in your voice.

“ yeah” you responded, hardly convincing. “ where’s Drew?” You asked .

“ hold on” she said her tone lowering .

“ here Drew, it’s y/n” she said . You could hear her say in the back ground ‘ I think she’s upset’ before you heard Drew answer.

“ hey princess” he responded. You frowned, you were so happy to hear his voice but you wanted to be with him so bad and you hated how you were feeling jealous over his friendship with Maddie.

“ hey babe” you sighed out. “ what are you doing?”

“ I brought Maddie some of mommas casserole and then we’ve been playing board games. What are you up to princess ?” You rolled your eyes of the image of Drew and Maddie playing board games but quickly shook your head pushing those angered thoughts away.

“ well…. I was waiting on you” you replied softly, messing with the strings on your pajama shorts .

“ waiting on me?” He responded . You scoffed slightly. Of course he’d forget.

“ my OBX live is within the next hour, you were going to come over remember ? “ you exclaimed.

“ ahh… shit princess I’m sorry my phones been dead so I hadn’t even paid attention to the time. I’ll come over” he said moving around.

“ No no it’s okay, you won’t get here in time anyways..” there was a moment of silence between the two of you before Drew spoke up excitedly.

“ you can just add me and Maddie to your live!” He suggested excitedly . You pushed your lips together in frustration, squinting your eyes In anger.

“ yeah sure ok” you responded without much enthusiasm but Drew hadn’t caught on.

“ awesome princess I’ll charge my phone okay I love you “ he said .

“ I love you too” you said before hanging up.

“ ughhh” you groaned before throwing yourself back against your couch.

****

“ okay thanks chase we’re gonna bring Maddie and Drew on next ! “ you said into your phone. You had been on Instagram live with chase for a good 45 minutes , answering wild questions from the fans , waiting for Drew to text you that they were ready to come in the live .

“ okay love you y/n bye guys!” Chase said before ending his side of the chat.

“ okay let’s get Drew and Maddie on” you said quietly before biting your bottom lip as you searched Drew’s name in the view list .

“There they are!” You beamed before clicking Drew’s name .

“ hiiiiii!” Maddie said excitedly waving into the camera. Drew was sitting next to her on her couch, waving into the camera. You could feel the jealously pooling back through but this time you really had to hide it since over 20k people were watching . You had only been 5 minutes into it with Drew and Maddie when you started noticing comments from the views mentioning how it was weird that Drew was with Maddie and not you. You had even seen one comment

‘DREW- why are you not with your GF????’

You watched Madelyns face to see if she would notice the comments too and you could tell she had seeing as her smile went away. The live didn’t last much longer considering most the comments were nothing but shaming Drew and Madelyn for being together and not with you or Chase. It blew your mind since the fans never really pointed it out when it was chase on live with them but when it was you it was like that’s all they could speak on.

***

You were awoken from your nap to the sound of your doorbell ringing, your living room dark as it was night time.

“ coming” you said pulling one of Drews t-shirt down that he had left over at your house.

“ hey princess “ Drew said as you opened the door, a set of flowers. You were honestly very excited to see him, but being annoyed as to how much he’s being leaving your out for Madelyn was over powering your excitement.

“ thanks” you mumbled while grabbing the bouquet of flowers before stepping out of the door way letting him in.

“ I’m sorry I’m sent here for the live but I figured movie night can make up for it “ he said, his tall figure slouching down pecking your cheek.

“ sure” you answered walking towards your kitchen, grabbing a glass of water.

“ comedy? Horror?” Drew questioned following behind you. You sighed as you felt his large hands wrap around your waste, “ romance” he said seductively in your ear. You pushed his hands away stepping away from him.

“ Drew stop” you said walking towards your counter, pushing your hair behind your hair.

“ princess what’s wrong?” He asked, genuinely concerned. You furrowed your eyebrows, almost in anger at the fact he was being so clueless to it all.

“ really drew?” You responded . You really didn’t want to be one of those toxic controlling girlfriends, but you knew if you didn’t bring it to attention it was going to honestly eat you alive.

“Y/n what’s wrong?” He stated straight into his figure up looking at you with confusion.

“ ugh” you scoffed, throwing your hands up. “ isn’t it obvious?” Drew just looked at you dumbfounded and completely lost.

“ I miss my boyfriend “ you stated , leaning back against the counter , looking down at the floor.

“ what? Princess what are you talking about?” He said walking towards you.

“ we’ll drew, we’ve been together for over a year and yet you’re with Madelyn more than you are with me. And it’s becoming like an excessive amount.” You stated, pushing your hair back. He chuckled slightly, shaking his head.

“ are you fucking laughing ?” You scolded pushing yourself up off the counter .

“ yes I am “ he stated crossing his arms as he propped himself against the counter next to you. “ are you jealous?” He replied in a mocking tone, clearly amused. You went to speak but nothing coming out as you didn’t know how to respond.

“ don’t be jealous princess”

You rolled your eyes before brushing past him, purposely brushing your shoulder into his bicep since his figured towered over you. “ whatever Drew don’t take me serious then” you spatted out before flopping down on your couch , pulling your phone out.

“ princess I do take you serious” he said before standing in front of you , looking down at you. “ it’s just you’re so cute when you’re jealous, especially when you have nothing to be jealous about” he replied before grabbing your hands, pulling you up to stand with him. “ all of us are just such close friends, and Madelyn lives below me so we’re just closest to eachother when we need company. There’s nothing going on between us princess you never have to worry about that” you looked over looking around in your kitchen, not wanting to look him in the eyes.

“ I don’t mean to be jealous” you said still not making Eye contact. “ but when my boyfriend is with another girl s day and can’t even call me or text me at all the whole day… kind of hard to not question things. “ he sighed heavily nodding.

“ yeah honestly that was kind of shitty of me. I got lost in time and I had my phone up and - it doesn’t matter. I’ll do better princess. “ he said before leaning down to kiss your lips. You sighed with relief into the kiss, wrapping your arms tightly around his abdomen, pulling his muscular figure against yours. You giggled as he moved his lips from your cheek down to your neck , and then back up again to peck a quick one on the tip of your nose.

“ so” he said , holding your face in his hands. “ comedy, horror, or romance?” He asked again, with a big smirk playing on his face. You shrugged knowing the smile he was giving meant you guys weren’t going to make it through the movie anyways.

“ what ever “ you responded staring at his plump bottom lip, fantasizing about pressing against it once again.

“ whatever” he mocked before leaning down again to kiss you, this time his hands landing on your bottom, giving it a squeeze.

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[pxgeturner]

Stranger Things characters as Monster High characters!

yeah this gets kinda tangent-y in some parts but I think my castings r pretty good ! oh n I forgot robin but if I think of smth I’ll add them. <3

el as frankie stein… el is often alienated in the party, taking on the “hero” role. frankie is also often othered, and returns to a place of insecurity when her uniqueness is shed in negative light; this is despite the fact that both of them continue to save the day with their quirks. el with her telekinetic powers and frankie with her handy dandy detachable limbs. Also they are both the leading ladies so yah.

max as cleo de nile… they are two icons. both of them initially are portrayed as bitchy and cold hearted but as you grow with them you see that they are not just one-dimensional, but a legit smite person who is complex and end up as one of your favorite characters.

dustin as ghoulia yelps… adorable geniuses who aren’t always given enough credit and aren’t really taken serious romantically.

will as abbey bominable… since abbey is a transfer she is unfamiliar with lots of the customs and culture at monster high (alienated like frankie). similarly, will byers spent a formative time and is more childish than his friends. not to say that he is immature, he isn’t. he is just at a different place that his friends and still has some catching up. and he’s doing a damn good job.

lucas as duce gorgan… the cutest most supportive boyfriend a girl could ask for. also casket ball legend. yes he is a bit clueless but he’s a jock, give my bby a break. n yes he breaks up with his girlfriend for a stupid reason. (were lucas n max broken up after s3? Idk it felt like it n s4.)

steve as draculaura… the all around bestie who is constantly trying to fix things for her friends. Or alternatively fix their friends up with someone else (See: clawdeen and laura’s cousin vlad and steve giving dustin romantic advice).

billy as nefera de nile… the older sibling who is hated largely fandom-wide w/potential that was never fully reached. because they never were fleshed out we never got to the point where we are with cleo or max.

nancy as cupid… reporter, radio show host, same diff. They mean well and want the best for their community. However they aren’t taken seriously by done people.

erica as howleen wolf… slightly bratty lil sis who is also a kind of a badass. pffft u prob thought I was gonna lump erica n lucas together as siblings. amateurs.

now u might get mad at me in a sec, here me out 🥺

jonathan as jackson jeckle… cute(ish) nerd who is the sweetest baby, you fall for him for his personality. my favorite of will’s “brother” figures.

mike as holt hyde… the cuter of the “brother” figures for will, but he is also more annoying…. would make out w tho. (after s1, mike went downhill as a character.) he is more beloved but he needs to learn to shut up and listen. we get it you need your music (constant talking n everything going ur way) pls just turn it down. i’m not a mike hate acc, but I feel like the duffers are digging the character’s grave. i like mike but his potential is being wasted.

Eddie as andy beast… kinda reclusive, he is not friends with many but is very attached to those who earn his trust. andy also may or may not have been my imaginary boyfriend from age 8-11 🙈

[xgryffinwhore]

september nights

request:  i was wondering if you could write another soft bill smut? i don’t really have a specific plot in mind, we’re just really lacking content on tumblr rn :( in some really precarious place where they don’t want to get caught

warnings: soft smut, like i mean very soft.

word count: 2118

before your lips met bill denbrough’s, love was always, to say the least, a conundrum. lets be real for second, boys wasted your time, and you let them. only the cute ones of course. you are a hopeless romantic, drunk off of molly ringwald and john travolta films. you wanted any relationship you had to be just like the movies.

through your heart breaks, your best friends stood by you, your losers. eddie, richie, bev, stan, ben, and bill. for each tear you shed a punch was thrown to the man who caused it, they were protective over you. bill the most though, he always got so defensive when you were in the mix. all throughout middle & high school, bill has had to deal with every guy who even dares to think about breaking your heart.

“its not fair bill” you wailed into your pillow. he stroked your back and hushed you, his eyes welling with tears. “im never fucking good enough for any guy and its so fucking sad!” your complaints being cut off mid sentence by a choked out cry. “y-y/n. all of y-your boyfriend are i-idiots. anyone w-who would d-d-do this to you isnt w-worth your t-time. anyone w-would be the luckiest in the w-world to have y-you in their life” you picked your head up and looked at him with swollen lips and blood shot eyes “there no one out there for me bill, no one.” 

he bit his lip, fighting back any tears dripping from his eyes “they j-just dont see how p-pretty you are. how g-gentle and caring and s-s-sweet, and h-how your face c-can light up any room. theyre f-fucking idiots, and you d-deserve m-more.” you clearly thought he was being nice, because you could take a MOTHER FUCKING GOD DAMN hint, so you replied “i wish there was someone out there like you, for me, that thinks of me the way you do.” 

he furrowed his brows, tossing his head back and running his fingers furiously through his hair. “d-dammit y/n!” he cursed “cant you s-see what ive b-been trying to say? w-w-what ive been t-trying to say f-for the last f-five years!?!” your expression was bewildered, your brain was going a mile a minute trying to figure out what he meant. his frustration got the best of him, he got up and stormed out the door,  feeling embarrassed and stupid for trying to make you understand how he felt.

he was half way out your front door, fuming for his keys lodged deep into his front pocket; when suddenly:

“bill!”

his head turned at the call of his name, “y-y/n please i d-”

smack.

your lips locked with his, he rain pouring heavily outside. bills lips stilled at the contact, but this lasted briefly, he deepened this kiss by pulling you in to his abdomen by your mid back. your bunched the front of his base ball t shirt with your fists, and he did the same but with your hair.

the rest is basically history.

now six months later, and you couldnt have been happier. bill knew how to treat you, nights out twice a week (you always wanted to pay but bill insisted,) holding your hand to and from classes, he let you borrow have his varsity baseball jacket, which smelt just like him and was a little too big for you. 

when he would drop you off and your classes, he would always grab your hand and transfer a tiny piece of paper into your palm. when you got into class to unfold it, it was always a cute little message about his love for you. 

bill had it bad for you, everyone knew that, and you loved every minute of it. he met every and any standard you had, and exceeded your expectations. 

it was september, still warm enough in derry to wear shorts, so you and your friends thought of a last hurrah for the ending of the summery weather.

“camp out, its nearly perfect” Richie exclaimed. eddie rolled his eyes “like youve ever been near anything perfect toizer, do you even know what perfect means?” richie shoved eddie “yeah eddie i actually have. have you seen amanda’s tits?”

 you tuned out richie and eddies bickering as you’re boyfriend cleared his throat. “you g-gonna go?” he said into your ear, “only if you promise to wear bug spray bill, you know how bad-” he cut you off with a kiss, his mouth forming a small smile at how cute you were. “get a room, honestly” stan poked, pda wasn’t his favorite... “at least i h-have something to k-kiss aye s-stannie”

you arrived at the edge of the forest, parking your car at the last parking ish space. you walked toward the sounds of ben and richie fighting, and came to see that richie really went all out. three tents, sticks for a fire, and more snacks than anyone needed. 

you all spent the remanence of the daylight dancing in the light sky, sharing stories, and eating waaaay too many chips. it was dark now, you all huddled in a circle near the fire; making small talk and trying not to admit you were all very tired.

“ok folks, im off to bed” richie yawned “me stan eddie n’ mike will take the green tent, bev and ben in the red.” richie paused and smirked over at you and bill, you were tangled in his limbs, golfed in his navy blue pull over. “and uh- heh- billy boy and y/n in the yellow tent eh?” you could practically feel bills eye roll, god richie was so immature.

“w-we dont have to s-sleep in the s-s-same tent, i c-can ask ben if he’d s-switch” you look up at bill and reassure him “bill no- its not a big deal, right?” he tucks your hair behind your ear and kisses the side of your temple “c-course not.”

you both went into the tent, bill began to unroll the blankets you both had packed tightly into your bags. You both set up your makeshift bed, bill leaned against a pile of pillows while you hugged his side, your face buried in his neck. his smell was absolutely intoxicating; his skin had remanence of his milk and honey body wash, but it was slightly overpowered by wintergreen, clove, and his bourbon cologne. 

you were like this for around an hour, the orange crank-powered lantern being the only source of light. you switch positions though, you now laid your head on his lap, reading a magazine you stole from the hair salon. he watched your eyes scan every letter, when you read something funny you’d huff to yourself, and when something was intresting you stuck your tongue out from between your teeth. he adored you.

“d-dont stay up t-too late” he stroked your hair off your shoulder “we have t-to have you w-well r-r-rested.” you sat up from beside him, as he adjusted the pillows and took off his pull over, then his pants. he got under the covers and waited for you.

“nice donut boxers” you laughed. “s-shut up” he blushed and regreted not changing them when he had the chance. you turned around took off your shirt, you were shy about how you looked, but it was just bill. it was just bill. you heard his breath hitch, his eagerness radiating off his body onto yours. the air became tense as you unzipped your pants and threw them to the corner. you turned around, bills pupils growing until you were completely facing him.

“yeah i know. mine are boring” you laugh nervously, brushing your hair behind your ear and getting under the covers next to him. he didnt respond, he couldnt take his eyes off of you.you began to sit up again “i can go put back on-” “n-no!” he interrupts, his blush taking up his entire face.

“i j-j-just cant b-believe i g-get to see something s-so special” he gulped “s-so b-b-b-beautiful.”

you grabbed him by his shoulders and kissed him, hard. youve been with boys before, i mean youve dated plenty of people. but no one ever called your body special. hot, yeah. nice, yeah. beautiful, sure. but no one ever thought that it was special. 

bill was a kind boy, the most you two have ever done is get each other off with your hands, always clothed. bill never asked to see more, he felt lucky enough just to make you feel good, and that was enough for him. so when you felt the heat of his hands hovering over your body but not touching it, you new you’d have to call the shots tonight.

“bill,” you laid down “just touch me everywhere, please.” he crawled in between your legs, kneeling so that he could lean over your face “m-my pleasure.”

he traced your collar, leaving small, delicate, kisses to make up for what his fingers left behind as they trailed. he kissed the valley between your breasts, licking slow striped down your skin. he picked up your upper back a little and cocked his head to the side, you nodded and he unclipped your bra. he sat their with his mouth open, taking in the view. you blushed and muttered “hey, keep that mouth to good use.” he dipped down and sucked on your nipples, his mouth felt so good against your skin grazed with goosebumps. he was gingerly with his tongue, it was sexy, it was romantic. he kissed down your stomach, his fingers sweeping down your sides. you could see his member pressing against his boxers, the pressure made him wince every once in a while. his fingers met your panties and he hooked them. again, he looked up for permission, you nodded once again. 

he brought your underwear down your legs and off, looking back to see what he had relieved. he licked his lips, getting ready to please you more than he already did. but you felt bad, bill always gave gave and gave. “its ok, im ready right now.” bill looked up at you in shock, he wasnt expecting you’d want to go all the way. “y/n, y-youre sure?” you lean up and kiss his lips, swiping your tongue against his bottom lip “please.”

he pulled down his boxers eagerly, his member sprung out to hit his stomach. he lined up with you, checking once more that it was ok. then he pushed in, bottoming out. he felt bigger than you thought, of course he was well endowed, but he filled you up so well. you mewled, the pain and pleasure making a delicious feeling that made your toes curl.

he waited, but began slowly moving after a bit. he grunted, feeling you wrapped around him was something he’d never be able to get out of his head he thought to himself. he grunted “f-fuck this feels g-good’ he grunted, his breath becoming heavy and full of lust. with every stroke, you felt yourself get more and more lost in the bliss he made you feel. “youre making me feel so good  bill” you moan, the sound of his name coming out of your mouth driving him absolutely crazy. he speeds up, loving the view of your face contorting in pleasure and your body moving with his. 

he couldnt help but feel admiration to you, your hair formed a halo around your head, and the sweat that coated your skin made you glisten in the orange light. “im t-the luckiest in the world” he husks, holding your cheek. 

you felt the knot in your core coming undone, “bill im close” you strain, trying not to be too loud so you dont wake your friends. he moved your leg up to his shoulder, hitting you from a different, deeper angle. his fingers went to your clit, making you bite your had to stop you from screaming. “you l-look so p-pretty y/n, t-taking me s-so well. making y-you feel so good.” “so good bill” you repeat, drunken off his cock and fingers. 

without warning, you came came, your legs spazzing as you moaned “fuck bill” he followed, his hips stuttering, as he cried out into your shoulder. he pulled out and laid next to you, both of you breathing heavily and coming off your highs. 

“y/n” he looked at you “t-that was really j-just wow- thank y-you.” you kissed him, chaste and sweet “that was great yeah?” “it w-was perfect babe. t-thank you f-for t-that. i love you y-y/n.”

“i love you too bill.”

he sat up, his fingers dancing on your inner thigh.

“y/n?”

“yeah?”

“c-can we p-please do t-that again?”

[mysticalrambling]

Hi!!!!!!! I have a request for you😋

Its something to do with the recent Chris and Lizzo interaction(no hate to her). Can you write something about their recent interaction, like chris and lizzo talking about the baby joke and the internet goes nuts. But what chris doesn't know is that his girlfriend feels hurt, that he is disregarding her feelings, like its kind of humiliating to the reader, that chris her boyfriend is talking about baby with other person when he has his own girlfriend and she is hurt by him. She confronts Chris but he just gets mad and calls her jealous and insecure, which hurts her further and she just gets mad and leaves his house. Later when Chris mom sees the news she scolds him about joking of having a baby with someone else and hurting his partner then he understands how his girlfriend must have felt and they recincile. I hope you're getting what i m saying sorry if it sounds confusing, but can you write it? 🤗

Facing Realities (C.E)

A/N: Thank you so much lovely and I loved the plot line. I loved writing about it and I made a few additions to the story. Hope you like it and I am open to more requests.

Chris Evans Fanfiction (Fanfiction Master List)

Summary: You feel unimportant when Chris can easily discuss about having a child with Lizzo in public but will always dismiss you when you bring up the topic. Getting in to a fight, you leave him and he eventually realises his mistake because of his mom.

Warnings: Angst but eventual fluff.

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“The fans want to know about the Instagram dms between the two of you.” The reported quizzed Lizzo and Chris as they both sat in front of him on the couch.

“Well, our baby is going to be the best.” Lizzo spoke with amusement clear in her eyes.

“The world is going to have a little Captain America at their hands soon, right Lizzo?” Chris chuckled.

“Right. And how is your new movie coming along?” The interviewer started asking different questions and soon it was all over.

“Will see you soon Cap. Say hi to (Y/N) for me.” With a quick hug, she left the studio with her usual power walk. Chris just shook his head slightly when he heard all the fans asking her about the baby. They were all truly something and Lizzo just went through them without giving a response.

You didn’t have anything against Lizzo because you knew that everything between her and Chris was platonic. The fact that Chris was so open to discuss about having a baby was what bothered you. He always dismiss you when you wanted to talk about your future and extending your family. It felt like you were the only one in this world that Chris did not want to talk to regarding this topic. This made you feel worthless and pathetic.

You knew that jealousy wasn’t the right word to describe your emotions right now but that’s what it felt like. Confronting people was never your thing and you always did what they asked instead of arguing. It was much easier but you knew that you couldn’t get away with this. This was in regards to your future and so when Chris was going to come home from his interview, you were going to talk to him about it.

“Honey, I am home.” Losing his jacket on the love seat, he made his way towards the kitchen because it was dinner time and he could smell the delicious food from the hallway.

“Hi babe. I am making your favorite. Just go and freshen up.” You stated not turning back because you knew you would break the instant your eyes landed on your boyfriend.

He came to the dining table in his sweats and dived into the food immediately because he was starving. “So…” You tried starting up a conversation but backed down when you saw his questioning gaze trained on you. “Um how was the interview?”

“It was nice. Lizzo and I talked about the baby. God, I just love that woman.” The self doubt in your mind was growing by the minute because he was casually talking about a baby with another woman. He didn’t realise that he was hurting your feelings and he just kept on talking about how amazing it would be to actually have a baby with Lizzo.

“So have you ever thought about extending our family?” You finally mustered up some courage to ask him the question.

“No, I haven’t. We can talk about it another time. So what did you today?” The dismissal in his tone was enough to break your heart into tiny pieces.

“But we have too, Chris. We have been in a relationship for the past three years.”

“I do not want to discuss it today so just drop it (Y/N).” The stern look would have made you back down in a normal situation but not today.

Dropping your fork on the plate, you spoke with irritation, “You never want to have this discussion with me but you would gladly do it with Lizzo.”

“I knew it had something to do with her. Why are you so jealous?”

“I am not jealous. It’s just that you are willing to discuss about your baby with everyone except me.”

“There is nothing going on between Lizzo and I, if that’s what you mean.”

“I know that. I just want to know if you have ever thought about having kids with me or am I just a fling to you?” You we’re absolutely done with him at this point and you dreaded his answer.

“(Y/N), I have told you a million times that you are not a fling. What are you on about?”

“It just seems that I am no longer the person that you want to discuss things with. It’s just not about the whole kid thing but you didn’t even tell me that you are starting in a new movie. I had to find it from the fucking paparazzi.”

“I was going to tell you and I am just not ready for a family yet.”

“Well instead of ignoring me every chance you got, you could have told me about it.” The frustration in your eyes was clear but Chris chose to ignore it. It was as if he was totally immune to all of your emotions.

Whenever the topic of children came up, Chris didn’t tinker why he acted like a jerk. He had always thought about expanding his family but when you came in to the picture, he was so terrified of losing you that he couldn’t even think what a baby would do to your relationship.

“I am not good with all this and you need to be patient with me.”

“All I have ever been is patient for you. Not anymore.”

“What do you mean?” Sudden realization dawned upon him and he was left speechless.

“I need a break from you. Call me when you figure everything out.”

“(Y/N), you are doing this because of Lizzo. Stop acting like an insecure and jealous bit-” Stopping mid sentence, he looked at you in horror.

Tears sprang in your already damp eyes, “Why are you stopping now? Finish the sentence, Chris.”

“(Y/N), I-”

“Good bye, Chris.” Walking out of your once shared home was the most difficult thing that you had to do in this life but there was no other choice. You both were at an impasse and you needed time to sort it all out. Hailing a taxi, you went to your friend, Scarlett’s house. She was a mutual frond of you both but she had become your best friend in the past three years.

Meanwhile, Chris downed a whole bottle of scotch and sat in your shared bedroom with your picture in his hand. He didn’t want to lose you to a stupid argument but he failed to see that he was at fault. Sleeping without you proved as a heinous task and he gave up after two hours. He just sat in the bed alone and hoped to God that you will come back to him. A life without you wasn’t a life at all. However, Chris would not be the one to apologise because in his opinion, he didn’t do anything wrong.

The passing few days, you absolutely refused to get out of the house and stayed holed up in Scarlett’s guest bedroom. “(Y/N), you need to eat something.” Your friend barged in with a tray full of food and you instantly felt nauseous.

“Not in the mood, Scar.” Your eyes had been red and puffy for the last week but you didn’t care. Chris was the only one that you cared about. However, you could not be in a relationship that had no future. You deserved better than that.

“You need to eat and get out of this mood. It’s making me depressed.”

“I don’t care. Leave me alone.” Snapping at her was never your intention and you instantly regretted it. “I am sorry. I am just not in the right frame of mind.”

“It’s okay. You want to watch something.”

“Yeah, F.R.I.E.N.D.S.”

Chris was no better than you or maybe even worse. He hadn’t changed out of his sweats for the past two days and had a slight scruff covering his face. Empty bottles of alcohol laid around the whole house and rotten food was placed on the kitchen counter. The whole house was a mess and he didn’t care about anything. Except you. Everything in this house reminded him of you and he hated it. From the bedroom walls to the well groomed garden.

The phone rang for the millionth time and he picked it up from the nightstand. It was his mom. Sighing, he finally picked it up. “Christopher Robert Evans, where the hell have you been?”

“I was at home, mom.” The loose thread on your pillowcase suddenly seemed more interesting than the phone conversation.

“With (Y/N)?”

“She left me, mom.” Chris didn’t want to talk about it but he figured that his mom wouldn’t leave him alone otherwise.

“Serves you right. You left her no other choice.”

“How can you say that? I haven’t done anything.”

“I saw the interview, Chris. Have you ever talked with (Y/N) about extending your family?”

“No but I was just joking with Lizzo.”

“It doesn’t matter. She would have felt unimportant because this is a very private matter and she was not a part of it.”

“But-”

“Imagine if the roles were reversed.” Realisation dawned upon him and he quickly said goodbye to his mother because he had a girlfriend to win back. Every second spent without you was agonizing and he never wants to experience it.

“(Y/N), Chris is here to see you.” Peeking her head through the door, Scarlett informed you about your boyfriend. You quickly untangled yourself from the sheets and ran to the washroom. You wanted to look presentable but Chris could see the dark circles under your eyes and your thin figure. There was a sudden pang in his heart because he knew this was all his doing.

“I am sorry, baby. I shouldn’t have said anything. I am a fool. Please forgive me.” He started ranting as soon as Scar left the room.

“Chris, have you thought about what I said?” Your calm aura was scaring his wits so he quickly answered with a yes. “Please elaborate.”

“I have realised that I was at fault and I am going to be more open about the future of our relationship from now on.” The sincere look in his eyes was hard to miss.

“Promise?” Gone was the calm and collected exterior, and stood before him was a vulnerable young woman.

“I promise, baby. Now, will you come back home? I have missed you.”

“Yes and I missed you too.” Kissing him on the lips, you sighed because this was your heaven and you wouldn’t want to leave it for the world.

Hope you guys enjoyed it!!

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A/N: I love Chris Evansand I was happy to write a fanfiction about him. If you guys have any more request, I will be happy to write about them and message me if you want to be added to the tag list.

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