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thatsdemko · 1 year

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cruel summer - a.leclerc

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pairings: Arthur leclerc x gasly!fem!reader

warnings: nsfw + not intended for minors + mentions of alcohol + teasing + mentions of flings/hookups

a/n: yes my tags are under f1 I just don’t know how many people view the f2 works tags. wrote this at 5am a couple weeks ago! feedback is always appreciated xx

《 the following content is not intended for minors. 》

Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes

you’re not looking to fall in love you’re just looking for something fun for the summer. after having dealt with a harsh break up, the last thing you need is a man occupying your mind.

that’s until the annual gasly and leclerc siblings vacation in Italy. Arthur was just facing a fresh new start after a rough breakup as well, and a month in the countryside couldn’t have sounded more appealing. he’s also not looking for anything serious.

that’s until he sees you curled up under the blankets around the bonfire, body leaning against his older brother, Lorenzo. the orangey red flames reflect your beautiful features to him, and all of a sudden any idea of a summer fling has fallen short. he’s now realizing maybe there’s a chance to fall in love again.

you’re sipping on the last of the limoncello when Lorenzo calls it a night for himself. he presses a kiss to your forehead and wraps the rest of your blanket around your body. Charles nods along saying it’s late for him, but you and Arthur could stay longer. and you do.

“you’re not tired?” he asks, watching your tipsy body sway in the chair. your brother, Pierre, takes your glass from you officially cutting you off for the night.

“don’t need to get wasted on the first night.” he shakes his head in disapproval, and it’s his turn to head in for the evening. the three older boys have a big day ahead of them, they planned to head into town and do some racing while the two of you hung back.

“I should probably go to bed too.” you sigh watching the flames dance around the fire pit. you look up to see Arthur’s fixated on the flames too. you’ve noticed the distant lost look in his eyes, you didn’t question his appearance, you’re sure you look the same. it’s a cruel summer so far, and god you’re hoping it turns around.

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it’s 3am when you find yourself tending to your drunk cravings. you tossed and turned in the bed trying to fight sleep, but the liquor still in your system was craving something salty.

you’re sitting at the dinning room table attempting to make as little noise as possible with the bag of chips in front of you. the house is silent, the only thing that fills the air is the sound of light snores and now you’re loud bag of chips.

it wakes Arthur up— but to your lack of knowledge he’s already awake. he hadn’t been able to sleep, your face in the glowing lights of the fire still dance around in his mind. the words of his ex girlfriend telling him he was “unlovable” linger in too, he tries to fight the words and the pictures, but falls short.

he throws the covers off his body, deciding maybe a movie or a television show would tire him out. he wasn’t expecting to see you awake in the kitchen, crumbs of chips around your lips while you munch on them. god even half awake his heart nearly beats out his chest.

“did I wake you?” you ask, guilt washes over you watching him shake his head as he slips into the chair across from you. you tilt the bag in his direction but he declines.

“I was already awake.” he explains watching you devour the salty treat in front of you. he studies how you waste no time to chew before shoving another one in your mouth. he watches you close your eyes in satisfaction of the salty cravings being met.

“how’s your summer been so far?” you ask deciding to fill the silence between you both, growing a little irritated of listening to the light snores.

“could be better, you?” he asks reaching across the table using his thumb to wipe the excess of chip and salt that linger your lips. you nearly stop breathing when his thumb comes in contact with them, his thumb is soft and gentle against your lips. his skin just brushes your chin, heart beginning to pound like crazy over this act.

“yeah same.” your breath is uneasy as you exhale when he finally pulled away. he chuckles to himself watching your pupils dilate, mouth slightly agape, and eyes lustful. he watches you fix yourself and your tipsy state returns once again.

“happy to be out here, away from the world.” he looks out the window adjacent to the table. stars fill the sky, you couldn’t see stuff like that for days in the city. he loves his summers in the countryside; just drinking, tanning, swimming, and most importantly now you. you and your little bikinis your brother warns you not to wear, you and your tight skirts, you and your beautiful figure. he can’t wait for a whole month of it.

“it’s going to be a fun month.” you sigh relaxing into the chair finally full from all the salt and crunching. he takes the bag of chips from you beginning to munch himself.

“yeah? what do you plan to do?” he asks leaning forward. maybe you could be his summer fun, his one time thing that he’ll maybe regret later on, but he won’t now. not when you’re this stunning and so beyond out of his world.

you shrug, “I don’t know, have some fun.” you smile pushing yourself up from the chair feeling exhaustion finally hit you. “I’m just looking for fun.”

he watches you walk away, you’re almost up the stairs when he adds one more thing. the last thing to say before leaving you to dream of tomorrow, “I know how to have fun, y/n.”

“goodnight, Arthur.”

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you’re laying against your towel, back facing the burning rays, while the four boys play spike ball. the noise of their laughter and grunts are disturbing of your attempt at peace.

you give in to the sound of the wave crashing against the sand and decide to take a swim. you feel a familiar pair of eyes watch you walk past the four boys. you’re wearing the tiniest of bikini bottoms, and a top that’s a size too small for your chest. arthur noticed, of course he noticed. after yesterdays conversation all he can think about is ruining that stupid “bro code” Pierre made him promise to. he promised to never date or mess with his sister.

except it’s summer time, those rules don’t apply to a fun summer, right? he just wants something to occupy his mind, and you already said you’re not looking for anything beyond fun. he’s the perfect contender for this summer job.

“focus, arthur!” Charles fakes a throw at his brothers head, the younger boy flinches in reaction. he nods along going back to the game, but out of the corner of his eye every time the game stops, he sees your body floating across the cool salty waters.

“I think I’m going to go for a swim.” arthur announces when the three others call it a day on the game. they nod along watching him make his way towards where you are. you’re standing, feet sunk into the sand, allowing the waves to crash against your body, every so often going underneath to hear the muffled sounds of the waves crash against the sand.

when you look over towards the boys you notice they are all hanging around on their towels, and one leclerc is missing. your eyes dart around the beach before feeling someone yank your leg from under the water. it’s him.

“you scared me.” you laugh watching him come up for air, wet hair pressed against his forehead. he takes the palm of his hand brushing the hairs back, chuckling at your scared state, hand over your sunburnt chest.

“that was the point.” he says, noticeably moving his eyes up and down your body. taking in the way your bottoms nearly fell down your hips, and the way your top lifted upwards exposing your under breasts.

“cannot believe Pierre let you leave the house like that.” he licks his lips shaking his head, watching your already red face become a darker shade just by his comment.

“well he doesn’t own me.” you say, his body drifts closer due to the waves, you don’t mind, you allow yourself to be taken by them nearly stumbling into his chest. he’s praying to god your brother isn’t seeing this.

“you’re right, but maybe he should’ve said something because the things you do to me. god,” he exhales, a smirk forming his lips as he shakes the dirty thoughts, “it’s unholy.”

you exhale an uneasy sigh feeling warmth spread across your chest, heart rate picking up. you want this, god you want this with him, “tell me about them.” you run your fingers down his abs, they run over every divot and peak of his body.

“why don’t I show you tonight?” he takes his index finger resting it underneath your chin, thumb stroking the side of your face. you can’t say any words just nodding in agreement.

“can’t wait.”

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the dress you’re wearing flows with the wind, all five of you moving around the winery watching the sunset. you think he’d behave himself this close around your brother, but he allows his arms to slip around your waist every so often, and hand squeeze your ass in any private moment. he’s tearing your patience, and that dress of yours is testing his.

pierre leaves you with the leclerc brothers to go to buy a bottle of wine for you and your family to take back home. you nurse the last couple of sips in your drink listening in on the three boys conversation. your eyes gravitate towards him, his white linen shirt has two buttons undone exposes his cross necklace, and his sun kissed chest. he knows what he’s doing, just like you knew what you were doing when you slipped on the dress with a low v. you’re both making each other beg.

“I’m going to go see what’s taking him so long.” Charles mutters leaving the three of you alone. Lorenzo makes an excuse you can’t remember because now it’s just you two. and he’s already whispering dirty secrets in your ear.

“we are in public, Arthur.” you giggle feeling his hot breath against your ear, it tingles a sensation throughout your body that trickles down your spine.

“I want to take you in this winery.” he whispers, hands pushing the few hairs that brushed in front of your face with the wind. you want him. god you want him bad, you can feel warmth spreading against your panties.

“my brother is here, you can’t.” you hiss, you want to break gaze from him, check on the status of Pierre and see if he’s coming back. but your eyes stay glued to those beautiful thick pink lips. god, you want him to take you in this winery.

“whatever happened to having fun? you don’t want to meet me in the restroom in say five minutes?” he checks his watch beginning to set a timer, he taps it and turns away. on his way inside he runs into Pierre telling him he’s using the restroom before they all leave, and now you’ve got five minutes to make that same excuse.

you sigh unsure what you’ve got yourself in to, but five minutes pass and you’re now heading to the private restroom. softly knocking on the door praying this is the one he’s in, and to your luck he is.

he opens the door and you slip in before anybody could notice, he presses your body against the wall, hands pulling the material of your dress up your thighs while you’re undoing his belt. this is the fastest you’ve got things done, you don’t have much time knowing the three out there would get suspicious.

“I can’t stand you right now.” he mutters, when he finally rips the wet material that’s against your throbbing pussy. you could whine you’re so needy for him.

“you’re cruel, leclerc. teasing me like that.” you spread your legs for him, his fingers grip your thighs as he enters you. you’re doing everything you can to keep yourself quiet— that includes biting the collar of his white linen shirt practically leaving teeth marks.

his thrusts are quick and short, he doesn’t have much time but he’s still showing you how he feels. his tip nudging your clit, pleasure washing over you. you bite down even harder on his shirt feeling tears well against the brims, you so badly want to scream, you can feel your legs beginning to shake. he’s too good for you, he wants to take his time get every part of your memorized.

“that’s it, come on.” he whispers still edging you on, hands twisted in your hair he watches you relax against him. teeth unclenching his shirt, your body practically exhales on him. your head hits the wall when he pulls out rushing to find toilet paper to clean you up.

“such a good girl.” he mumbles, the sandy paper gently brushes against your inner thighs. he helps you return back to your normal state, combing out any knots in your hair, both of you now leaving the restroom.

“wasn’t that fun?” he asks, you have a few more feet until you’re in front of your brothers and this talk couldn’t go on anymore. you just let out a dry laugh shaking your head.

“yeah if you didn’t have to take me so quickly.” you nudge his shoulder with your elbow. Pierre catches your eye, and he knows somethings different. you weren’t this happy nearly an hour ago when you arrived to the winery, and he’s not stupid when he sees the teeth marks in Arthur’s linen shirt.

“do I need to remind you that my sister is off limits to fuck with?”

“you’re a little too late, because I already did.”

No rules, in breakable heaven

It's a cruel summer

With you

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lvrhughes · 7 months

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Best Birthday Present | Q. Hughes

pairing: Quinn Hughes x fem!reader

word count: 2.7k

warnings: none?

summary: You take quinn around for his birthday before ending the night with him, becoming his favorite birthday present

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3, 2, 1…

It was midnight. Officially Quinn’s birthday, where he was, peacefully asleep in his apartment and yet you weren’t.

Staying awake, waiting for midnight to send the simple ‘happy birthday’ right away. Running over the final details of your plan for his day, the team wanting to do something for him and of course you’d agree. What kind of media manager would you be if you hadn’t?

The team came to you because they knew you were good at planning, seeing how well you helped plan events in the organization even when it was up to another office. Quickly asking you to help plan a day Quinn would enjoy, making sure he’d have more than enough time alone, at home maybe talking to his brothers and parents.

Your eyes scanned over the plan one last time, ensuring there were no mistakes. The soft buzzing of your phone brought you out of the trance, moving the day plan to the side to see.

Quinn’s name covered the screen, his contact photo coming up beneath.

“Hey Quinner.” You answered, seeing the sleepy boy on the other side of the call.

“Oh did I call you?” His voice was deep with sleep, proving that he had been asleep until moments ago.

“Yes you did, why’re you awake?”

“Don’t know,” He yawned, “Thanks for the birthday message though.” He smiled, a soft, stubble smile that could’ve given any girl butterflies.

“Of course, Quinny.” He always smiled at the nickname, glaring when anyone else would call him it.

“Wait so why’re you awake?” He questioned, realizing he could ask that now.

“Oh, you know just working on some work stuff.” You could hear how terrible the lie was and when Quinn burst out laughing you knew how bad it was.

“You’re lying.” He laughed, leaned up in his bed now, the blanket falling from his chest.

“Me? Lie? Phft never.” You could see his smile even in the darkness, the light from your end reflecting on him.

“Fine, don’t tell me what you’re doing, on my birthday, without me.” He played, clearly waking up now.

“Can’t tell you yet, the team would kill me.”

“So the teams’ in on it too!”

“I already said too much, gotta go Quinny, sleep well, you’ll need it.” You grinned, quickly ending the call after.

Another immediate call back from Quinn came right after, making you answer again. A smile on his face as you accepted.

“Come on, baby, you gotta tell me!” He grinned, seeing the pink cover your cheeks at the pet name. Of course this wasn’t the first time he’d used it, nor the second or third, he used it quite often, purely to get the same reaction out of you everytime.

“Told you Quinny, I can’t but just know, you should be up and out of bed by 11am.” His lips perked up further into more of a smirk at the words, his mind whirling with more questions.

“And why’s that?”

“We got a plan and a schedule we gotta stick to.”

“Oh? And what’s this plan, babe?”

You turned away at the pet name, tilting the camera to the wall as your face turned crimson. Quinn laughed, slowly you turned your phone back to you.

“Goodnight, Huggy Bear.” You grinned, seeing the smile grow on his face before ending the call yet again.

3am, just a few more hours, but until then you’d sleep. Setting the alarm for 9am and curling into your spot on the bed, falling to sleep quickly.

“Ugh.” You groaned at the constant knocking at your door, quickly grabbing your phone to see the time flash, 5:42am, before walking to your door.

“Whoever the fuck this is, you best have a death wish!” You groaned as you unlocked the door, seeing an eager Quinn on the other side. “Quinn?”

“Good morning sleepy head!” He grinned pushing his way in.

“How’d you get my address?” It seemed like a fair question, he’d never been over before and now he’s shown up at your door.

“I may have paid Brock to give it to me.” He shyly smiled.

“My golden retriever betrayed me!” The dramatic groan fell from your lips as you fell on to your couch, seeing Quinn follow you into the living room area.

“Golden retriever huh?”

“Yes, he’s blonde like one and quite literally gives off the exact same energy.”

Quinn shrugged, having no argument. Sitting down beside your fallen body on the couch, tilting his head to look at you.

“What’re you doing here?” You asked, closing your eyes, fighting to stay awake.

“I can’t just spend my birthday with my favorite media manager?”

“No, not when you show up too early.” You groaned, rolling onto your side. “I want to go back to bed.” You sighed, opening your eyes enough to stare at quinn.

“I mean you can, but then what should I do?” Quinn shrugged, waiting for a response to kick him out, to go bother Brock two doors down.

“You go back to bed too, you were up at three am with me.” You nodded, getting off the couch slowly.

“But that means going back to my apartment, so I’d have to drive back home, then go back into my bed that I just made,” His list continued, giving you a playful list of stupid reasons why he shouldn’t go back to bed.

“Okay well, go annoy Brock or come to bed with me, take your choice.” You declared, your tired eyes just barely catching the way his widened at your offer.

“You want to take me to bed?” He finally smirked, making you smack his arm.

“Not like that you dick! Fine stay out alone on the couch, miss out on the TV in my room.” You mumbled, turning towards your room.

“No, wait. I’m coming.” He said, quickly following you to your room. Your body quickly falling onto your bed, Quinn following behind you.

“You have the other side, this is my side.” You shooed him away, waiting for him to lay beside you. As little as you’d been with Quinn his presence was always so warm, it was so easy to be with him. To act as if you’d been friends for forever and invite him to sleep in your room with you.

You passed him a TV remote, telling him to put whatever he wanted on, curling up into your side. His eyes lingered on your body far longer than they should've, seeing the rise and fall of your chest as you settled into a comfy spot.

He chose a random show, one he’d seen before, too focused on you to watch anything else. The urge to reach over and hold you overwhelmed Quinn, fighting his own body not to.

Until you rolled over to him, pressed against his body now, his arms instinctively wrapped around you. His eyes closed, feeling your steady breaths against his neck as he held you lulled him to sleep.

Needless to say when more knocking on your door appeared at 8:56, neither of you were impressed. Groaning and hiding your face in Quinn’s chest before realizing that he was not your pillow.

“G’morning.” He whispered, his voice raspy from sleep.

“Morning, birthday boy.” You grinned before the knocking continued. “Ugh, you think if we just ignore them they’ll go away?”

Quinn shook his head, smiling at your unimpressed attitude to get up.

“You know they won't.”

“But I could hope.” An odd silence came after, then the sound of your door opening. “I didn’t lock it after you showed up.” You groaned, hearing that they’d learned that information.

The patter of half the team’s footsteps lead up to your door, seeing it slowly open and Brock’s head peek through. A confused look crossed his face before being pushed into the room by the other members of the team.

“You’re sleeping with Quinn?” Elias asked, straight forward, making you groan again and hide under the blanket.

“You’d think if they were sleeping together they wouldn’t have clothes on dumbass.” Brock pointed out.

“I am not sleeping with Quinn!” You mumbled, peeking out from the blanket to see an amused look on Quinn’s face. “You stop looking so happy.” You glared, seeing quinn put his hands up in false surrender.

“But technically, you are sleeping with me.” He grinned, making you smack his arm, his hand reaching out to grab yours.

“You are only in here because you didn’t want to be alone on my couch when you showed up at 5am!”

The rest of the team slowly piled into your room, some of them immediately turning out at the scene of their captain and media manager in the same bed.

“We came over to go over the plan, we didn’t know he’d be here.” Brock admitted, seeing the written out plan on your desk, grabbing it and Elias’ arm and leaving. He herded the rest of the team out, informing you they’d be waiting in your living room.

“I can’t believe you.” You shook your head at Quinn, who still had a smile on his face.

“What? You don’t want the team to think you're sleeping with their captain?”

“No, I do not. Not when I’m not actually sleeping with him!” The smile stayed on his face as you got up, leaving the warmth of your bed to search for more appropriate clothes for the day.

“You could be.” You froze at the words, turning to Quinn, who still laid in your bed.

“What?”

“Nevermind.” He quickly brushed off, getting out of your bed and folding the blanket up. “I’ll go so you can get changed.” He smiled, walking out without another word.

You walked out of your room, equipped in better attire now. The entire team was squished in your living room, listening to Quinn tell some random story while Brock tried to figure out your coffee machine.

“Do you need help?” You grinned at Brock, who was taking his best guess and pushing random buttons.

“Yes, badly.” So you taught him, which buttons to push and how much water to put in. Letting the coffee brew quietly behind you as you leaned on the counter listening to Quinn.

The next hour was spent making many pots of coffee, your fridge being emptied out by the team, with a promise to restock it for you, and even more stories from various team members.

Then it was time for the first part of the plan. Take Quinn mini-golfing.

Without telling him where you all were taking him, getting him to agree to go was a little harder, but manageable. More manageable when you took his keys from his pocket and made him sit in the passenger seat before you took his car without him.

“Mini-golf?” He grinned as he saw the sign, looking over at you driving.

“Yes, this is the first part of your birthday surprise from the team.” You smiled at him, parking his car beside Brock before getting out.

“Can I have my keys back?” Quinn asked, reaching for them in your hand.

“No, we have more places after.” He shook his head, laughing at the sight of you holding his keys behind your back. “Now, let’s go play!”

The game went good, the team split into groups to play sections of the course at a time, Quinn being the winner of your group.

“We let you win.” Elias mumbled, making you nod along. Quinn almost burst out laughing at the sight, letting out a strangled sound instead, his heart filled with joy.

“Sure sure.” He grinned, getting a light smack from Elias.

The entirety of the game had taken three hours, being slowed down by all the laughing and horribly missed shots.

2pm, just in time for the matinee. Getting the theatre to agree to replay Quinn’s favorite movie had been a bit harder of a task, needing approval from canucks admin to use team money to do so. But it was approved.

So once again you were driving Quinn’s car, him in the passenger seat, staring at you the entire drive, bringing him to another mystery destination.

“Where to know? More golf or?” He asked, staring at you in the mirror.

“You’ll find out in a minute.” He rolled his eyes, returning back to staring at you. “Why’re you staring, Quinny?”

“Can’t I stare at a beautiful girl?” Blush covered your cheeks, making you attempt to smack his arm for him instead to grab your hand. Holding it for the rest of the ride.

“The theatre?”

“Yep, come on!” You grabbed his arm, dragging him inside, quickly running into the line for concession. “What do you want?”

“Um-” Quinn hadn’t had time to answer before the two of you had made it to the front, letting you order first. Quinn nodded along, whispering to you that he’ll just steal your food.

“Could you add another large drink to that too please?” You added at the end, Quinn sending you a questioning look. “You can take my food, not my drink.”

He laughed, taking one of the drinks and following you into the room, the rest of the team trailing behind.

By the end of the movie your head was resting on Quinn’s shoulder, his hand holding yours. Keeping his hand in yours as you left the theatre, leading you back to his car.

“Can I drive my car yet?” He asked as you approached his car, making you shake your head.

“Nope, one more place for the night.” He just nodded, walking to the passenger seat quickly as you slid into the driver’s.

It was a short ride, arriving in perfect timing. 6pm. They had reserved Quinn’s favorite bar for the night, having it entirely to the team and other canucks management.

“Happy birthday, Quinny.” You smiled as you walked in with him, seeing the decorations put up around the bar.

The rest of the team followed shortly, ordering food and drinks, simply having a good time. Quinn’s face held a look of pure joy the entire night, keeping close to you, only disappearing when his brothers called. Yet he dragged you with him, pulling you down a random hallway for some quiet to answer the call.

“Happy birthday Quinner!” You could hear the boys yell over the phone, Quinn thanking them before admitting how much he missed them.

You knew Quinn loved his brothers, but you’d never been close enough to see how much. It was a heartwarming call, his parents calling the minute his brothers hung up, repeating the happy birthdays and I miss you’s.

The minute the call ended your arms wrapped around Quinn’s neck, pulling him into a hug, his arms quickly wrapping around your waist.

“If I would’ve known how much you missed them I would’ve tried harder to get them here, I’m sorry Quinny.”

“Oh, no baby, it’s okay, don’t cry over it.” He smiled, a soft, gentle smile as he saw the tears welling in your eyes.

“But you’re not with your family.”

“But I’m with a very special beautiful girl instead.” He smiled again, wiping the stray tear that fell.

It was like a magnetic force pulling you into Quinn, leaning in subconsciously until he pressed his lips against yours. Feeling your body melt into his, his arms around your waist, holding you against him.

“I’ve been wanting to do that since I first saw you.” Quinn whispered against your lips.

“Why didn’t you?”

“Had to wait to get it right.” He grinned kissing you again.

“Anyone seen Qu- Nevemind.” Tito’s words cutting off, wandering into the hallway. “I came to give you this,” He said, giving Quinn a small box as you hid your face in his chest. “Please don’t mind me, return to whatever I interrupted.” He laughed when he walked away, making you groan and lean further into Quinn.

“Oh no, I didn’t get you a present.” The realization hit you as Tito walked away, leaving you staring at the box he handed Quinn.

“I think you being my girl now is the best present ever.” Quinn smiled, his hand pressed into the small of your back as he turned, pressing you against the wall.

“Yeah? So I’m your girl now?”

“If you want to be.”

“I want to be.”

#mads' writing!#quinn hughes #nhl imagine #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes imagine #hughes brothers #nhl one shot

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stormsplurge · 12 days

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if they woke you up, somebody better be dying

warnings: none!

pairing(s): seth jarvis x fem! reader

inspired by the interview he just did for spittin chiclets where he talks about how he usually wont fall asleep until 3am (and the title is from one of my favorite phoebe bridgers songs, halloween)

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the clock on the bedside table blinks “1:00” as you slowly open your eyes. the only light in the room is coming from the moon shining between the blinds, casting a cool glow on the noticeably empty bed next to where you were lying.

seth wasnt in bed; same as last night, and almost every night before.

you can hear the faint sounds of a seinfeld episode coming from the living room, letting you know immediately where your boyfriend was. sitting on the couch in front of the tv instead of in bed next to you. so you begrudgingly pulled on the first sweatshirt you could find, trying to beat the cold winter chill that had invaded the apartment, and tiptoed out of your bedroom.

“seth” you grumbled. “its one in the morning”

“i know, i just” he replied, pressing pause on the tv and turning to face you. “i couldnt sleep and i didnt want to bother you.”

“you should also know that if you cant fall asleep i want to help. you arent being a bother, im your girlfriend. this is the shit im supposed to be able to help you with” you said as you sat down at the far end of the couch. pulling one of the spare blankets you had all over the apartment over your lap.

“im sorry” seth returned, scooting closer to you and interlacing your hands with his. “can i get a do-over?”

“i guess” you giggled, amused by the sight of seth doing his sad puppy eyes in front of you.

“i cant sleep, can you help me?”

“of course i can, give me five minutes.” you said as you rose from the couch, gliding over to the kitchen and pulling out two coffee mugs. running your fingers over the design adorning the box holding the tea bags, you turned your attention back towards seth. “the sleepytime bear reminds me of petya.”

“the what?”

“you know, the bear on the boxes for all those non-caffinated teas. with the red hat and the nightgown.”

seth slipped into the kitchen behind you, pulling out his phone and snapping a quick picture of the bear before sending it off to the group chat and spinning you around so your back was pushing against the counter.

“thank you” he said before pressing a long kiss to the top of your head.

“you dont need to thank me.” you replied, snaking your hands under his shirt and hugging his waist.

“i know, i just wanted too.”

“youre so sappy.” you mumbled into his shirt, letting the sweet, woody, smell engulf you.

“yeah but you love it.” he mumbled back before pulling the kettle off the stove and pouring its contents into the mugs you set out.

you released each other from the hug and grabbed your respective mugs before hobbling back into your bedroom. you pulled up the episode of seinfeld seth had paused before sliding in bed.

making tea might have been a waste of time, seeing as seth was more interested in holding you than holding the mug. as soon as you got under the covers he’d wrapped his arms around you.

“youre wearing my hoodie.” he whispered as he traced circles along your thighs, letting the callouses on his palms graze the goosebumps on your skin.

“am i?” you murmured. “i just picked it up off the floor, it was the first one i found”

“my old blue bombers one.” he replied. “it looks good on you”

“you say that about everything i wear.”

“i wouldnt say it if it wasnt true.” he says before turning your chin towards him and pulling you into a kiss.

the stubble growing in as a result of his budding playoff beard scratched at your face as you pulled him in deeper, and as you turned your attention back towards the sitcom on the tv you felt your eyes grow heavier.

you fell asleep with the moonlight glazing over you and seth, and seinfeld playing on the tv. on a cool carolina night, with no care in the world.

seth wasn’t far behind, wrapping his body around you before finally succumbing to his fatigue.

maybe it was having his girlfriend care for him that slowed his brain down enough to let him finally catch a semi-decent night of rest, maybe it was the reminder of unconditional love that put him at ease. regardless of the cause, you woke up to sunlight streaming through the windows, and a clingy, but well rested, boyfriend attached to your hip.

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harrysfolklore · 1 year

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you can't sleep and harry is away

gif by @hampsteadharry <3 i hope you like this

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

It’s nearly 3am in London and you just can’t sleep, you’ve tried everything, closing the curtains so that the room is dark and you can relax, drinking some tea and even meditating with the playlist Harry made for you, but nothing seems to work.

Harry is currently in Bangkok, where he’s performing a show later on as part of his Love on Tour. You miss him terribly and that’s one of the reasons why going to bed gets harder and harder every night.

“Are you busy?” you type on your phone and press send, texting him this late it’s not something you like to do because you know how much he worries when he’s away, and putting more stress on his plate it’s the last thing you want to do.

“I’m about to go on my morning run. Is everything okay? It’s pretty late there” and you don’t even get a chance to reply to his text because an incoming facetime call from him appears on your screen.

“Hi babe, you good?” it’s the first thing he says when you answer the call, he’s wearing a grey hoodie and his black beanie, and seeing his face along with hearing his voice already made you relax.

“I’m having trouble falling asleep, I’ve tried everything but nothing seems to work, I was hoping we could talk for a while but don’t worry if you’re busy, I don’t want to interrupt your day”

A frown appears on his face as you say the last sentence, “Don’t say that, I’ll never be busy for you, of course we can talk love, I’ll keep you company until you fall asleep”

You can feel your heart warm as you listen to his words, and you wonder once again how did you get so lucky to have a partner as loving and caring as him.

So he tells you about how’s everything over there with the tour, he mentions that he visited one of his favorite restaurants in Bangkok and met the chef, and how he helped a fan come out during the show and he felt so happy for them, listening to his voice made you relax so much but you know there’s something that with no doubt will give you what you need so that you can peacefully sleep.

“H, would you sing for me?” you see a little smile creep on his face and you add “Just a little, then I’ll be out of your hair, I promise”

“Of course I’ll sing for you darling” and he doesn’t even have to ask which song you want to hear, he knows you like the back of his hand.

“… when i run out of rope, you bring me home”

That’s the last thing you hear before your eyes shut, counting down the days to have your lover back in your arms.

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dangerkittenclaws · 4 months

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Are your requests still open? I’d love a fic where the (AFAB) reader is in a situation where she’s forced to share a bed with Vessel (maybe she’s a musician who’s touring with ST and the hotel is short on rooms? lol I know it’s super cliche) and in the middle of the night he wakes her up by initiating sex? 🥰

This was so fun to write, thank you!! And thank you for being my first request/ask, I'll never forget it! Sorry it took me a hot second to finish. To be honest, I feel I got a tad carried away but I hope I did our lean bean of a man justice! <3

vessel x f!band!reader

warnings: smut MDNI +18

You were waiting in the lobby of the hotel your tour agent had booked, spinning your luggage case lazily by its extended handle. The staff had been frantic as your large group entered the building.

IV was at the counter talking to the man who was clicking desperately at his computer. Something clearly was wrong with the reservation, but you were so tired that you really didn't care, you just wanted to slide into a cozy bed and sleep like the dead. It had been a long day, not including the show tonight and piling into a van afterwards.

Two of your best friends and bandmates, Alexis and Maggie were sitting on one of the lobby couches quietly showing memes to II. Vessel, III, and Liv, your bassist, were sitting on the bench right next to them. You all had gotten to know each other fairly well considering you inhabited a bus for numerous hours, watched each other practice, and went out to eat together.

You had noticed Vessel staring at times the past few weeks. You didn’t particularly mind the man was checking you out, it felt good to be wanted in a genuine way. You were not opposed to something new. You had become aware of him giving you glances that were a few seconds too long, a hand grazing just a little slower, him waiting for you so he could walk with you to wherever you were going.

And the teasing and bickering, god, it never ended. You didn't expect any different, being in close quarters with four boys and your three raunchy best friends, it was a constant war. You didn't quite know how to navigate these waters with Vessel though, it had been quite a while since your last boyfriend.

Your attention was brought back by IV walking back over to where you stood, a grimace on his face.

“Something happened to their booking system, they’re overbooked and we're going to have to share rooms until tomorrow.”

Some sort of seniority took over his voice, “Maggie, Alexis, Liv you can share the two-queen room, II, III, and I will share the other. That leaves you and Ves with the last king room”, he said pointing between you and Vessel.

Your eyes could’ve popped out of your head at that moment, but you schooled your expression hopefully before anyone noticed. You looked over to your bandmates and saw how Liv wanted to protest, but closed her mouth before she could say anything, knowing it was futile and everyone was too exhausted to care. It was nearing 3am and you were only spending two nights here before traveling again.

Vessel's eyes instantly shot towards yours, a small smirk forming on his lips, his arms crossed over his chest. Those lips.

“I guess it's you and me, then, love.” He gets up, standing to his full height before grabbing his duffel bag from beside him. The rest of the group rises and gathers their things, IV giving out key cards in silence.

You look at your girls, bidding them goodnight with a small wave and suddenly your hands are empty. Vessel had taken it upon himself to steal your suitcase and start walking towards the elevators.

Startled, Maggie giggles behind you at your expression. Breath leaves your mouth in a sort of sigh and laugh, and your tired legs begin to move in his direction. He is already in the elevator, keeping the door open for you.

“Damn your long legs.”

He turns to you once the doors shut, “I hope you have a little bit of energy left in you,”

You look at him confused, “What do you mean?” You know what kind of tone he has, a playful, flirtatious one that makes you blush.

“I guess you'll just have to find out, won't you?” the doors open to the new floor and he darts out, immediately walking in long strides and searching for the correct door. You try to keep up, watching him try the key card on the fifth door down the hall and entering. You walk into the blackness of the room knowing he's just in front of you. He nearly giggles as he turns on the bedside lamp and watches your face scrunch up at the sudden light.

“You could at least warn a girl,” you yawn. Just as described, there is one large plushy looking king bed in the center of the room, a tv mounted to the wall, a little breakfast counter, and a door ajar on the other side, the bathroom.

Vessel drops both of your bags at the end of the bed, “Okay, me first, I need a shower.” he announces. You scoff and nod anyway, both of you taking out your pajamas and toiletries you'll need to set them aside.

Vessel puts his hand on your hip from behind you, the boldest move he’s made yet, “I’ll be quick” is all he whispers near your ear. The warmth of his hand lingers on you even though you hear the door shut. You finally breathe again, you had stood frozen for too long. Is this really happening?

You finally search out the TV remote, finding some mind-numbing home renovation show. You watch a few minutes, zoning out entirely, before the knob of the door twists and you turn your head. Your eyebrows raise at the sight before you.

He is a little damp, clothes in hand, the last few water droplets running down his lean torso, hair scruffy from the towel dry he did before wrapping it lowly around his waist. You almost drool before looking back up to his eyes.

“My eyes are up here, darlin,” he smirks. You feel your entire being light up red hot before you want to implode for getting caught staring at the very… enticing area that he is putting on display. It's not like he wears those pants for no reason at shows, it leaves little to your imagination and he knows it.

You jump up with your head down, grabbing your things and dipping into the bathroom without another word. You shower hot, needing an excuse to be as pink as you were with that fine man that you had been roomed with. Your pajamas were just an oversized Sleep Token shirt and a short pair of plaid shorts.

After scrubbing the day off of you, you change into your pajamas before your hand hesitates at the knob. You breathe out. We are just sleeping. We aren’t even anything yet. Why am I being so dramatic about this?

You summon all of your courage to open the door and look out to see Vessel in bed, scrolling his phone, the room only illuminated by the TV. You put your leftover toiletries and laundry on top of your bag before plugging in your phone and pulling back the covers on the other side.

Vessel looks over to you, “Come here, love”, opening his arms to you. You snuggle into his side and onto his chest, as his hand rubs up and down your back. You involuntarily let out a little sigh of relief, finally you can rest. You fall asleep like that, him holding you close and warm.

You wake up a few hours later, having turned to your side in your sleep, one of his still around your middle and the other under your neck.

You move slightly and become aware of something pressed against your ass. You immediately hold your breath.

You slowly breathe out, and try to inch yourself away. His arm tightens around you. Oh shit, he’s awake.

Like he reads your nervousness, he starts to kiss along the back of your neck to the side, underneath your ear. You shiver at his warm breath.

“Hmm, I'm sorry, I just couldn't help it with your ass backed up to me darling.” You smile and blush at his words, knowing the effect you have on him. He grinds a bit into you as his hand slowly moves towards the waistband of your shorts.

You realize your shirt had bunched up just below your tits just as his other hand reaches up and runs through your hair, long fingers pulling just enough for your head to move back. You turn to your back when he easily grazes over your clit and you clench your thighs together. Vessel gives you a little growl in your ear and your thighs cave open as quick as your resolve.

“I've wanted you for so long, sweet thing, and I've got you all to myself now.” His fingers move in slow, small circles over your clit and your hands go to his bicep, grabbing at him for more. You let out a small moan as you lose yourself in the feeling of warmth of both of his hands touching your body and the building starry sensation in your belly.

You reach down towards his stomach, caressing down, trying to burn the feeling of his skin into your mind before coming into contact with the curls of his hair. You hesitate slightly and he quickly attacks your lips, like he's reading your mind again.

You continue on to wrap your hands around his long, hard dick and begin tugging on it. He smiles against your neck and brings his other hand up under your shirt to massage your tit before pulling your nipple taut and thumbing over the hard bud forming. He does the same with the other while his fingers work their way into your wet cunt, one slender finger at a time.

You are getting impatient now, kissing his lips and neck, sucking his soft skin into your mouth to leave your mark. He lets out a whimper before seemingly regaining control of himself. Noted for future reference.

He slides down your body in a quick moment before licking up your slick cunt, making you nearly cry out. He tongues your entrance before making his way up to your clit and practically latches on. You claw at the bed sheets beneath you eventually finding his grown out hair to pull. You don't know if you want him to stop or if you want more, this is so much better than your own fingers. You buck up into his mouth and he locks his arm around your thighs to keep you from squirming away. That feeling in your stomach is burning.

He makes a few deliberate swipes of his tongue in succession over your clit and he watches that you come undone beneath him. Your eyes roll back, your hips tighten, and you gasp out his name. He keeps his tongue flat against you, tasting your cum before coming up to kiss you.

The moment you taste yourself on him is the moment you feel him press against your swollen pussy. You moan into the kiss, wanting more of him. He grabs himself to properly press his dick into you. He does it slowly, making sure you savor every inch.

“Please, please, Vessel, please”, you beg him.

“Please what, kitten?”, that slow devilish smirk comes back with a vengeance on his wet lips.

“Please fuck me, I need you to fuck me.” You mumble out, embarrassed but full of anticipation.

He thrusts into you fully, making both of you moan out curses. Ves sets a pretty quick pace but makes sure to hit the one spot inside you that makes your pussy tighten around him on every pass. He bottoms out, touching the beginning of your cervix and you see his eyes roll back.

“God, you are better than I ever imagined.'' He reaches his hand down between the both of you to play with your clit again. This time though, your orgasm is quick to approach with him inside of you. His fingers move swiftly as you grind yourself down onto his cock to meet his every thrust.

You are scratching down his back trying to find purchase with how full he makes you feel. Soon enough, the pool of white hot in your belly is overflowing again and he changes the angle just slightly, fucking you through your orgasm. You moan out knowing your pussy is clenching around his dick in a vice grip. Just as you cum around him, he settles deep within you and his fingers dig into your hips. His thick ropes of cum spill into you and he pulls out to leave your cunt messy.

You open your eyes half-lidded after a moment, trying to catch your breath, “Jesus, did you… did you plan that all along?!”

He smiles wide at you, “Which part, the room sharing or the me-getting-you-to-myself?”

“Either?”

“The rooms being short just happened to play into my favor, but I was plotting to get you alone this weekend, my sweet kitten.” He pecks your lips before moving to the bathroom to get a warm towel for you both.

You sigh out as you watch him, “I didn’t know what I was missing out on, really.”

You hear his sweet laugh as he comes back in, gently running the towel over your pussy, cleaning you up. You squirm a bit but are easily distracted by the kisses he leaves on your inner thigh. You let out a small yelp when you feel teeth graze and a quick nip before he pulls away.

He slides in next to you again, pulling you close, “If I have it my way, you’ll be mine forever.”

“I’d really like that,” you murmured against his chest. You feel him press his lips to the top of your head before you fall back into a satisfied dreamless sleep.

#dangerkittenclaws #sleep token #sleep token fanfic #vessel sleep token #sleep token fanfiction #vessel x reader

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notyashiro128 · 4 months

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Kisses in bed.

Drunk Megumi x f reader

Warning: fluff, fluff, fluff, swears, kinda smut, drunk Megumi ⸜( ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ )⸝♡

Enjoy:p

Megumi's love language is physique touch and omg sometimes he will do anything just to hold you or even just kiss you

But this time idk why When he went to the supermarket to buy some snacks, he found a new type of sweets, but he didn't know that they were alcoholic candy. Unfortunately, he also bought a lot of them. He wanted to share them with you (sweet boii ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧)

When he returned to his dorm, he wanted to taste one, but the taste was too strong, and he wanted more until..... he ended up eating them all and got drunk.

he called you at 3 am asking you if you could come to his dorm

"hey love could you please come to my dorm it's a very important thing," Megumi asked with his soft voice" It's fucking 1 am Let me sleep," you said that sleepy " I can't sleep without you please", " no goodnight " you hung up the phone on his face and went back to sleep peacefully wearing his hoodie that you stole it from him that time and black short.

at 3am

Without any reason, you woke up confused why? cuz you found Megumi's arms around your waist. You sigh before Megumi brings you closer to his chest "You up?" He said playfully "How did you get here and what are you doing here?" You asked sleepily "Don't forget that I have a copy of your dorm keys, and why can't come here am I not allowed to sleep with my girlfriend or something ?" "Oh, I forgot." You turned to Megumi's side and placed your head in front of his chest. Megumi noticed the saliva on your cheek.

Note: Sometimes when you sleep, saliva drips from your mouth.>_<.

Without any warning, Megumi licked your cheek "Gumi what are you doi-'" Megumi pressed light kisses on your lips... he couldn't help but notice how soft your lips were, you put your arms around his neck and he put his hand on your waist bringing you closer to him, Megumi starts kissing you more passionately (wet kisses) he loves the taste of Your cherry lips but he Can't control himself you could taste the Alcohol in his mouth 'is Megumi drunk?'You said it to yourself

He starts giving you kisses all over your neck, you put your hand on his hair and play with it while he gives you hickeys "You're making me crazy y/n" he signed, Finally he finds your sweet spot "Gumi- ahh" You start moaning "Did you like that?" He said while looking into your eyes "Mm" You nod "but Gumi stop your plea-"

He interrupted your words by giving you a kiss in your sweet spot" I can't get enough of you" You were blushing so bad as Megumi.......

he kissed you on your forehead "You are" and one on your cheek "So" and another one on your tip nose "Cute" and the last kiss on your lips "Wearing my hoodie", "What.." you said blushing, "I've been looking for that hoodie and you turn it into a pajama I didn't know that you are obsessed with me that much y/n~" he hugged tight" my y/n~"

"Megumi I'll ask y-" "It's Gumi for you ma love," Megumi said softly "Gumi are you drunk?" He didn't answer you "Gumi?" You raised your head to find him asleep. You took a deep breath, “Good night,” so you could fall asleep as well.

In the nest day 10:36 am

You heard a loud sound as if someone had fallen. When you opened your eyes, you couldn't find Megumi next to you. He was lying on the ground. "Shit." He cursed. "Megumi, are you okay?" You said, worried about him. "Why didn't you wake me up?" Megumi looked at you in surprise. "What?" You said." Are those hickeys in your neck?" He said it shyly, your entire face became red with embarrassment. “Did I do something yesterday? I don’t remember anything.” “Damn, my head hurts.” oh I remember Megumi Was drunk last night "Megumi, did you drink alcohol yesterday?" You asked him as you looked at him standing and sitting next to you. "You know I'm not a big fan of alcohol and we're still underage," he Soft said. "But yesterday you were drunk." You said it with a laugh.“No way.” He pulled out a candy wrapper from his pocket." All I can remember is that I ate a lot of this. “Megumi, this an alcoholic candy.” You said while laughing. “stop laughing. Tell me what happened yesterday.”,

" Don’t worry, don’t worry. We were just kissing each other. I didn't know you couldn't sleep without me" you teased him Megumi blushing. You gave him one last kiss on the lips, “I love you, Megumi.” He gave you another kiss, “me more.” The kiss was interrupted by the sound of a knock on the door. Nobara was at the door.

"y/n....y/n girl open the door Today is a holiday, let's go shopping" She started knocking hard on the door." Come on, girl, get up". You and Megumi were silent. Megumi went to the bathroom to hide while you tried to put the foundation on your neck, but you couldn't hide the hickeys, so you put on a scarf and opened the door "Good morning nobara" you said that smiling "Finally let's go shopping" Nobara was confused "Why are you wearing a scarf", "oh hahah I just felt cold. Yesterday" "weird but Okay be quick. I'm waiting for you at the exit. Don't be late. If for breakfast, we'll eat outside. There's a shop that sells crepes." She said while looking at her phone "Ok see you" you closed the door Megumi was still in the bathroom holding his laugh "open the door" you Said that Coldly megumi left the bathroom " iam sorry" he hugged you "no it's okay but ill have to go with nobara you can stay here I dont mind " you said that softly "okay I'll stay here" he said that smiling "I'll go with nobara shopping I'll change and go meet her" you said while you are still hugging him "let me go" Megumi hugged you more tightly "gumii" you insisted

"Fine" He left you , You went to change your clothes, and when you came out, Megumi came out and kissed you on the forehead and said, "Don't be late. I'm here waiting for you. Okay."

Ends 🦦✨💮

Im tried y'all helppp

Any requests???

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atlasscrumpit · 11 months

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Young reader x Miguel

Platonic

Warnings : Abuse, neglect

Miguel came home from 'work' and came in to see you watching TV.

"Did you get anything done that I asked?" He asked as you sat up and looked around.

"I'm sorry... I got distracted. I'm really sorry." You muttered as he groaned and rubbed his head in annoyance.

"Sweetheart, I was gone for eight hours. Did you really sit here for eight hours?" He asked as you rubbed your eyes.

"I'm sorry, I didn't feel well today and I couldn't do it..." You replied, looking away from him.

"Hey! Eyes on me when I'm talking." He demanded, snapping his fingers as you instantly looked up.

"Some days are just hard! Some days it's hard to do what you ask!" You shouted at him as he glares at you.

"Gabriella nunca fue así." He muttered as your eyes widened.

You stood up and hit his chest.

"I'm not her! I never will be!" You screamed as he grabbed your upper arm and pulled you towards your room.

"Clean your fucking room! And you're not coming out until it's done!" He shouted throwing you inside and slamming the door.

"I hate you!" You screamed as you threw stuff at the locked door.

"Keep going and I'll fucking sell everything in that room and we'll see how you go sleeping on the floor!" He shouted back as you curled up and began to hysterically sob your eyes out.

Miguel couldn't handle listening to you, he made sure your door was locked before he head out again.

Four hours passed and you'd cleaned up your room.

"Daddy? Can I come out? Please?" You called out, not hearing anyone response.

You felt tears in your eyes and climbed into bed.

You woke up hearing a noise around 3am, you rubbed your eyes and could hear Miguel mumbling to himself.

"Daddy? Can you let me out?" You asked tapping on the door.

Suddenly it opened and you could tell he had been drinking.

"I did what you asked..." You muttered as he smiled a little.

"Look at that. Good job, little one." He said as you crossed your arms and looked down.

"Can I have something to eat?" You asked as he yawned and opened the fridge.

He grabbed out leftover pizza and chucked a piece on the table like he was feeding a stray dog.

"There." He said before grabbing a piece for himself.

You sat at the table and began eating.

"I'm sorry, daddy..." You muttered as he looked down at you.

"Don't start with that shit." He said as you felt tears in your eyes.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have talked back to you and I should've listened." You said as he chuckled and shook his head.

"You say that everytime, baby. But you're still a disappointment, aren't you?" He said as you stood up and backed away, no longer feeling safe.

"I've had enough pizza... I'm going to go back to bed." You said before running into your room and closing the door.

You ran into your closet and hid inside while you cried.

After a while you eventually fell unconscious from complete exhaustion.

Miguel woke up the next morning seeing half eaten pizza on the table and everything came rushing back to him.

"Oh, God. Fuck, what the fuck did I do?" He muttered as he cautiously entered your room and panicked when he didn't see you.

He quickly opened your closet to see you clutching a teddy and fast asleep.

He knelt down and began to cry.

"Y/N... Oh, sweetheart. What did I do?" He whispered as he brushed a piece of hair away from your face.

You woke up and looked at him in fear.

"I'm sorry, daddy. I'm sorry." You whispered with tears in your eyes.

"No, no, sweetheart. I'm the one who's sorry. Daddy was stupid and very mean last night and I shouldn't have been. What I said and did is completely unacceptable. I'm so sorry." He whispered as you jumped forward and wrapped your arms around his neck as he held you tightly.

"I don't like when you drink." You whispered as you began to cry into his shirt.

"I know, baby. I won't do it anymore, I'll get help, darling. I won't be so harsh on you anymore, I promise. I love you so much... I'll never hurt you again."

#Miguel o'hara #Miguel o'hara x reader #Young reader #Yandere

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dreamy-demons · 28 days

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Where Did You Sleep Last Night?

Pairing: Charles Lee Ray x Female Reader

CW: rough sex, rough oral (male receiving), orgasm denial, cheating, degrading, lots of insults, bad dom etiquette, slut shaming, kinda sorta dubcon(??? Could be read that way), overall very toxic relationship lol

Summary: Reader ditches Charles on a night out and hooks up with a stranger. This is the aftermath.

Word count: ~2000

He's the first thing you see when you walk through the door.

It's 3am and he sits illuminated only by the table lamp, casting harsh shadows across his face. He stands and slinks toward you and you try to swallow the fear that shoots through you.

"Where the fuck did you go last night?"

Eyes down, you try to push past him. He pulls you back.

"Oh no you're not walking away from me again. You bailed on me, I think I deserve to know where you went."

“I had to get some air, okay? I got some food and stayed at a friend's house. Not that I owe you an explanation.”

Charles had been a prick at the bar last night. You were sick of him flirting with other women and thought it would be fun seeing the look on his face when you gave him a taste of his own medicine. seeing him now, you realise it was not the case.

“Awww you needed to get some air?” He scoffs, “Is that what they're calling fucking some random prick from a bar these days? If you're going to play smart with me you can fuck off and sleep on the streets. I can find another whore like you on any corner of the city.”

"Do you want me to beg, is that what you want? Oh, please, Chucky, how could I ever make it up to you." Anger momentarily cuts through your fear, and you sink down to your knees, hands up in mock prayer.

"You've got to be shitting me." He groans, rolling his eyes. "Get up, you're embarrassing yourself…"

His words trail off as he looks down at you, so fragile beneath him. When his eyes meet yours something stirs within them. A hand grasps your chin and his eyes bore into you. Your heart skips a beat.

"Are you sure there's nothing I can do?" You place a hand on his thigh.

"Let's see… You be a good girl and get me off real good tonight, and then maybe I'll forgive you. Okay? Maybe. How's that sound?" You quickly nod, sliding your hand further up his thigh until your hand ghosts over his dick. You feel his body tense.

"Shit, you're eager." He laughs pulling you up from the ground and dragging you across to the couch. Leaning back, he shoves you to your knees between his legs.

You make quick work freeing him from his pants. Spitting on your hand, you give him a few languid strokes before taking him into your mouth.

"God, that pretty fucking mouth of yours." He groans, possessive fingers grasping your hair. You work at his cock, taking him in deep, exploring him with your tongue. Charles is holding your hair so tightly it hurts, and you have no choice but to keep eye contact with him to alleviate the pain. His eyes bore into you, frenzied.

"Did you suck his dick like this too, babe?"

You whimper around him, not answering his question. He pushes your head down to the hilt, nose to his pelvis.

"I asked you a fucking question."

You struggle to let out an "mmhmm" as you nod. He pulls you off, spit dripping down your chin, and leans in close.

"You dirty fucking whore." He tuts. "This is the only cock you'll ever need, ya hear me? Because you seem to have forgotten that."

You're still gasping for air, but he pulls you back onto him.

"By the end of tonight babe, I promise you, you will never forget again."

He uses you like a toy, rutting into your throat, and all you can do is try not to choke and keep your aching jaw slack. Your eyes water with every thrust, leaving streaks of mascara running down your face. A thumb comes up to swipe away your tears, and if you didn’t know him better you’d almost be mistaken in thinking this was a sweet gesture. His eyes darken and his movements become erratic.

"That's. Right. Bitch. Cry. For. Me." He grunts out between thrusts. It’s not long before he spills deep into your throat. Charles pulls your head off him, and you make sure to keep eye contact while you swallow every drop.

He brings you up into his lap. You snuggle into his chest and he pets your hair. You relax, knowing you've satisfied him. He's forgiven you. Everything is okay and… wait. Why is he petting your hair? He sucks at aftercare. Fat chance he'd ever be petting you like this after the fight you just had. You pull back and he's grinning down at you, eyes dark.

"Oh you- you really thought" he can't get through his sentence without laughing. "Come on, did ya really think I would let you off that easily? Cause you really fucked me over back there, doll."

"I'm sorry Chuck, really. I'll be a good girl from now on."

"You think you've learned your lesson already?"

You nod, with the best innocent face you can give him.

"Yeahhh, I'm just not convinced. You need to be punished. And you know what?"

A hand slides between you, fingertips brushing past your stomach causing goosebumps all over your body. Your breath hitches when he slips under your skirt.

"I think you want to be punished."

You blush, averting your gaze.

"Look at how wet you are! I just had you choking on my dick til you couldn't breathe and you're getting off on it. You really are a whore." Two fingers slide into your hole, and he wastes no time finding that spot inside of you that makes you mewl. His thumb makes languid circles on your swollen clit, while he slowly pumps his fingers into you.

"More Chucky, please." You moan.

"More? You want more?"

"Please. I need it." You plead. It's nowhere near enough stimulation to get you close and it's driving you crazy. Instead of speeding up, he stops his movements entirely.

"Sorry doll, I don't think you deserve more right now."

You grip his shirt, whimpering. Your hips grind on their own desperately wanting him to start moving again.

"Stop fucking squirming." He growls, and you will yourself to stop. "Tell me again. What do you want?"

"I want more, Chucky. I love the way you feel inside of me, I want to cum on your fingers. I need it."

His fingers start to resume their motions, back at the same teasing pace.

"Ya know, I think I'm liking taking my time here." He grins.

Against all your better judgement you try again to move your hips, and you're met with a look that sends ice shooting down your spine.

Before you have time to react his hands are around your throat. You try to squeak out an apology but his grip is too tight. Your heart is beating so hard it feels like it's going to burst out your chest. Your life is completely in his hands. 'He could really do it right now.' You think to yourself, 'It was only a matter of time. Why did I ever think I was any different than all the people he killed?'

You pull at his wrists trying to pry him off you, pleading with your eyes. But he's stronger than you. And he's enjoying this far too much

"I already told you once to stop fucking squirming. You better think real hard before you try doing that again."

Finally he lets you go and you collapse against him. The air burns your lungs as you suck in big gulps.

"What do we say?"

"Thank you. Thank you so much Chucky, it'll never happen again I promise." God, how much more pathetic could you get?

"That was so fucking hot, my dick's already hard again. How are we gonna fix this now?"

Bastard. Of course he got off on that.

"Fuck me, please, I need it. I want to make you feel good. I'll do anything."

He finds his way back to your pussy and pumps quickly, fingers curling into you.

"Let's get this cunt nice and wet." He says, as if you weren't already more wet than you'd ever been.

"And don't even think about cumming without my permission, got that?"

His thumb on your clit moves in exactly the right way, tight circles that send shocks through your entire body. You rest your head on his chest, unable to do anything but let the pleasure wash over you. Your walls flutter around him as he rubs against the right spots with each thrust.

"God, I'm so close! Please, please can I cum now?" You're sure you've dripped all over his lap by this point. You don't think you can hold back for much longer. You're right there you just need- NO!

That asshole! He stopped. Again. The strangled cry of frustration you let out sends him into a laughing fit.

"Sorry babe, want you cumming on my dick tonight. That's kinda the whole point of this lesson. Hands and knees. Now."

You scramble off his lap and get on all fours. Chucky flips up your skirt and smears the wetness from his fingers all over your ass.

You feel his head nudge at you, but instead of entering, he slides through your folds, causing frustrated curses to fall from your lips.

"You look so fucking gorgeous like this." He groans, "This is where you belong. Spread open, dripping, desperate for my cock."

He keeps dragging through your folds, enjoying the way you twitch when he grazes your clit. Then, without warning, he sheaths himself into you in one smooth stroke. Both of you let out a groan as he holds himself deep within you, the feeling of being so full leaving you momentarily breathless. When he starts thrusting his movements are rough, hips slamming against your ass.

"You wouldn't even know what to do without me, you know that, doll? Nobody else fucks you the way I do.”

A stroke hits you in a way that makes you yelp. He takes notice, adjusting his angle so that every thrust nudges the bundle of nerves inside you.

“Nobody else is going to satisfy this needy pussy, and you'll come crawling back here begging for me."

You never understand why it turned you on to hear him talk like this, but he was right. You loved him having power over you. Your little hookup earlier that night had completely paled in comparison to what Charles was doing to you now. You hadn't even come close to cumming with that guy.

Even without him touching your clit, you can already feel your climax approaching. You feel his weight press down on you as he leans to whisper in your ear.

“Fuck, baby. I want to fill up this sweet cunt.”

“Can I cum now?” You whine, tears pricking at your eyes. Please Chucky, I'm so close. I'm yours, baby, please. Let me cum with you.”

Charles lets out a pleased groan and his fingers find their way back to your clit. It only takes a few swipes for you to cum with a strangled cry, arms giving out beneath you. The spasms of your soft walls are enough to send Charles over the edge and you feel the warmth of his seed spread within you.

“That's it Doll, take it all. Good slut.” He rides out his orgasm and then pulls out, slapping you on the ass.

After catching your breath you sit up to find him lounging back, already reaching for a cigarette. Typical. You throw your arms around his waist and lay against his chest.

“I saw you leave with him, that little fucking prick.” He lights his smoke and takes a drag. “I followed you back to his shitty excuse for a home. I know where he lives”

You look up at him, pouting.

“It wasn't his fault, Charles. Can't we leave him out of this?”

He lets out a chuckle and shrugs you off of him.

“Don't play innocent now, sweetheart,” he says, pulling his pants back on. “I know you'd love to tear him apart just as much as I would.”

At that, you flash him a sheepish grin.

“Hurry up and get dressed. You've learnt your lesson. Class is in session for your little friend.”

#i could not decide what gif to use for this #since human brad charles is barely in any scenes #and everyone uses istanbul gifs for chucky fics #but luther works for an older charles visually i think #and the gif is hot sooo #charles lee ray x reader #slashers #slasher smut #smut #fanfic #my fics #childs play #chucky #charles lee ray #x reader

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thelonelyempath · 1 year

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Sleepy Prompts II

"Come on, love. It's time to get up."

2. "You know I can tell you're tired? You're clinging to me like a koala."

3. "You're so cute when you're falling asleep."

4. "Your lap is a comfortable pillow."

5. "You're welcome to sleep in my bed if you want."

6. "Come back to bed. I need a cuddle partner."

7. "Didn't we talk about you pulling all-nighters?"

8. "Sometimes I like to watch you sleep. Not in a creepy way. I just think you look so pretty and peaceful when you're sleeping."

9. "You're always so beautiful first thing in the morning. Must be the way the sunlight hits you."

10. "I'm not tired!" "Babe, that's what little kids say when they're tired."

11. "I love that, even though you have a bed, you somehow always end up falling asleep on me."

12. "You were so sound asleep that you didn't even notice I went in and out of the room like five times."

13. "For someone who claims to not be a cuddler, you couldn't keep your hands to yourself all night."

14. "Why are your feet so cold?!"

15. "If you don't come to bed now, you're not gonna get a goodnight kiss from me."

16. "We're not even halfway into the movie and you can barely keep your eyes open."

17. "Good morning, sunshine!" "Shut up."

18. "Did you just yawn, Ms./Mr. I'm-Not-Tired?"

19. "Go to bed."

20. "Sleep is a construct created by the government, so I'm not gonna fall for it." "That's...not correct at all..."

21. "No! No more coffee! You need sleep!"

22. "You feel sick because you haven't been sleeping."

23. "See, babe. This is what happens when you stay up until 3AM scrolling through TikTok."

24. "I'm too tired to care."

25. "You look completely dead behind the eyes."

26. "You're like a little ice cube."

27. "Did you have a nice nap?"

28. "All the concealer in the world isn't gonna cover your dark circles. But you know what will? Sleep."

29. "Why does it matter how much sleep I got last night?"

30. "Is there a reason you're not sleeping?"

31. "If you open those blinds I will murder you."

32. "It's too early! I wanna go back to bed!"

33. "Bedtime, sweetheart."

34. "You've got bedhead, love."

35. "Four hours is not enough sleep."

36. "Come here. Cuddle with me."

37. "Aw, my cute little sleep-deprived angel!"

38. "Don't you dare grab that Red Bull."

39. "You didn't sleep, did you?"

40. "Come on. I'll carry you to bed."

#sleep prompts #sleepy prompts #otp sleep prompts #sleep dialogue #prompts #writing prompts

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ddejavvu · 1 year

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thinking about fucking dbf!hopper in the back of his car as he drowns reader in praise<33 maybe after he saved r from a shitty party bc he won’t hesitate to get his ass out of bed at 3am for r.

today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)

this post is 18+, minors dni.

You're lucky the back windows of Jim's squad car are tinted, because if anyone looked through them, you'd be in trouble. You're pretty sure that cops can only pull over into 'no parking' zones for legal emergencies, not to sit in the backseat and finger a girl's clit while she rides their dick.

Even if it's wrong, it feels fantastic. His thumb is large and rough, but its touch is gentle, pressing against your clit as his other hand rests against your waist.

"I'm so proud of you," He hums, bumping his nose against your cheek as you slump your face into his. It's screwed up in a barely-withheld whimper, and he kisses your top lip as you try biting the bottom one to keep quiet.

"You remembered my number and everything, you did exactly what you were supposed to."

"I was scared," You admit, grinding your hips impossibly downwards to drive his dick further into your cunt, wet and starting to contract, "I- I didn't know how I was gonna get home, 'cause my friend got drunk, and I didn't wanna ask any of the guys there, because-"

"That's good," He croons, "Boys your age only want one thing."

You don't bother pointing out the irony of his statement, because he smashes your lips into a kiss that prevents you from speaking. With one flick of his tongue against your bottom lip he increases the pressure he's holding against your clit, and a deep groan floods your mouth. Your accompanying whimper as your orgasm crests makes his dick twitch, but what really makes him bust is the way that your cunt convulses around him.

He's lucky you're on the pill, because nothing can ever come close to the way it feels to paint your insides with his cum. It's territorial and animalistic, and he furthers the feeling by nipping at your bottom lip. The way that you clench in response is purposeful, your cunt squeezing his cock like a vice.

"Shit," He groans, his lips spit-soaked as you try chasing him in a messy kiss when he breaks away. Your head slumps against his shoulder, lips ghosting over his neck as you mouth desperately at his sweat-beaded skin.

"I'm taking you home," He pants, landing a quick, affectionate pat to your ass, "Your dad'll lose his shit if he knows you were out this late, and El's sleeping over at a friend's for the night."

"Her bed is comfy," You recall, remembering the time you'd napped there during a board game-themed all-nighter that had only actually lasted until 2AM, "Thanks, Hop."

A deep chuckle shakes his chest and he runs his broad hand down your back, "No, honey, you're not sleeping in her bed. You're sleeping in mine."

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lilveeblog · 5 months

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late night phone calls

back with another little!reader and cg!willifer because it cures me

everyone also loved the last one !

reminder that requests are open, pls send them to my inbox :)) love you all lots

it was late at night and you couldn’t sleep. you had come out of your headspace earlier in the day and had settled yourself down for bed. now, Will was fast asleep in his own bed and you felt guilty. he’d been busy with work recently so you didn’t want to disturb his sleep. JJ was out of town working a case.

you sat on the front porch, looking up at the night sky. it was chilly, but you weren’t shivering. you had your mama’s big coat on. it smelt like her and it wrapped around you so tightly. you missed her a lot when she was away, more than you’d ever admit. some days were harder than others.

what you loved most about your relationship with JJ was she was your caregiver and best friend all in one. that was how it all started, you were best friends and she knew about the regression. when she met Will and realised they were both infertile, they lost all hope until you regressed around the pair for the first time. ever since then, you’d been their little baby. their angel. but no matter what, when not in your headspace, you were still JJ’s best friend and she didn’t see you any less.

sighing, you sent her a text. it was a small ‘hey’, mainly just to start up a conversation. you wanted her badly, big or little. almost immediately, your phone began ringing. it was a facetime request and you smiled, picking up.

“hello you,” she cooed down the phone.

“hi,” you replied, rubbing your eyes. yes, she was your best friend but you were tired and just the sound of your caregivers voice wanted to make you slip.

“what you doing up? isn’t it like 3am?” she asked. she didn’t use her mama voice, seeing you weren’t regressed which you appreciated. you both knew that being small now, when outside and alone, wouldn’t help things.

“Will is fast asleep and i was awake watching a movie for a while then just needed some fresh air. how’s the case?”

“it’s okay. everyone’s resting now.”

you carried on the small talk until a big yawn escaped your small body. your entire body stretched out, feeling the exhaustion of the day come over you.

“why don’t you head inside?” jj said softly. you nodded, that was a good idea. “don’t forget to lock the door.”

you headed inside and slipped off her coat. you saw her smile widely as she realised it was hers. you blushed and hurried up the stairs to your bedroom.

“you in your pjs?” she asked, her mama voice was coming out more now and you needed it.

“no yet,” you whispered down the phone.

“get them on then love. have you brushed your teeth?”

JJ talked you through your nighttime routine at 3am and you sighed, feeling the regression really take over you. you slid to the bathroom floor after you’d had a wee, done your teeth and washed your face.

“go crawl into bed my little love,” JJ whispered, tired herself.

“mama,” you whined.

“go crawl into dada’s bed then baby,” she chuckled - reading your mind. you smiled and nodded. you wanted cuddles with your dada.

you pushed open his bedroom door and turned the camera round so your mama could see his drooling face. she giggled.

“get under the covers carefully love, don’t wake him up.”

“what bout cuddles ma?” you grumbled.

“cuddle him carefully, he’ll probably snuggle up to you in your sleep princess.” she was getting more tired now. with the darkness around you both, sleep was inevitable.

“mama!” you groaned loudly as you tried to get comfortable.

“hey hey, you’re okay,” she murmured. “shuffle around, deep breaths. mama’s here.”

just hearing her voice settled you and you soon got comfy.

“close them eyes little one,” your mama said. you did so and then felt your dada’s strong arms pull you close to him.

“i’ve got her jay,” dada said into the phone.

“thank you baby, you give each other extra big cuddles for me.” she was on the brink of sleep herself. you rolled over and curled into your dada.

“night mama i loves wo,” you muttered down the phone softly.

“goodnight angel, i love you so much.”

“goodnight my love, i love you.” Will said to her too.

“goodnight baby. i love you too.”

the three of you fell asleep together. although your mama was at the other side of the country, it still felt so comforting hearing her soft breaths at the other end of the phone. you could see strands of her blonde hair in the soft light too and you couldn’t wait to have it tangled around your fingers again. you snuggled closer to your dada in your sleep, clinging to him and he held you tighter.

you loved your little family more than anything.

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multifandomfanficss · 10 months

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You Really Gotta Get Better At Lying

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader

Featuring platonic!Peacemaker, Goff, and the rest of the 11th Street Kids

Adrian Chase Masterlist

Prompt: You’re a civilian with a superhero boyfriend. It was working out pretty well for you both until one day when you’re hanging out in his best friend’s trailer and you get stuck in the crossfire. This is based on episode 6.

Warnings: Mentions of guns, Cannon compliment jokes, language, and violence, joking references to m-preg and daddy kinks (this is Adrian and Chris we’re talking about and it’s based on the butterfly interrogation scene lol), Angst with a happy ending

A/N: Hey Guys! Cannot believe this is my first full fic I’ve been able to finish since last August…11 months! This year has been pretty nuts for me, but I miss my man :)))) ❤️🧜‍♂️❤️ (Also the part in italics is a flashback if that’s not clear.)

“Come in Adrian!” You heard a voice coming from the trailer as your boyfriend knocked.

“How did you know it was me?” Adrian asked.

“You knock in a very annoying way. Hi, (Y/N).” Chris said as you walked into his place.

“I’m sorry.” You placed a hand on Adrian’s shoulder.

“Well I think it it’s cute.” You smiled at him. He smiled down at you, breaking into an infectious smile. Your own smile only grew. “Hi, Chris.” You said turning to look at Peacemaker. Today was your day off and Adrian wanted to get wasted at the trailer. Despite not always getting along, you were pretty good friends with Chris so you loved going to his place with Adrian to hang out. When you got there he was in his super suit. This was no surprise to you. Adrian had brought his as well. Usually a day at Chris’ meant at least an hour would be spent doing target practice or what you liked to call watching your two favorite idiots fuck around.

You had learned about Vigilante not too long into dating Adrian. It wasn’t hard to figure out. You loved him, but he was an awful liar. One slip up lead to another and suddenly it was 3am and Vigilante was knocking on your door. You’d had a nightmare and called Adrian because you knew he was a night owl. You woke up hyperventilating and sweating, too scared to go back to sleep. You just wanted to hear his voice, but you weren’t gonna complain when he said he couldn’t sleep either and was on a late night walk by your apartment. You didn’t question how weird that sounded, you just wanted to be with him so you said he could come over. What you didn’t know was that he was actually on patrol on your side of town. He meant to change, before reaching your door, but somehow he was in such a hurry to get to you he just forgot. He didn’t realize when you screamed upon opening the door, already shaken up from your nightmare and now confused as to why the news’ least favorite costumed crime fighter was at your apartment. He screamed back at you.

“What are you screaming about?!” Vigilante asked.

“What am I screaming about?! What are you screaming about?!”

“Okay! Stop screaming! I am really confused right now!”

The more you thought about it the more you realized you knew that voice.

“…Adrian…”

“Of course it’s me! I know it’s late and it’s dark, but is it that hard to recognize me? I think you might need to check your eyes again, Bug-a-boo.”

One of those silly nicknames you loved. It was Adrian.

“…mask…”

You saw his eyes go wide behind the tinted red visor. His gloved hands went up to touch his face. He’d forgotten.

“Oh shit…” He said under his breath. “I- I don’t know who Adrian is…who’s that? I’m sorry I scared you, innocent civilian. I was just out doing my patrol duties and I-“

“Adrian…” You started to tear up.

“I told you I’m not Adrian. I’m Vigilante. Common mistake. Both names sound like super similar actually-“

“Adrian…” You cut him off again, bursting into tears, hugging him. He sighs.

“You’re okay, (Y/N). I’m here. Everything’s okay.”

You stared at a jar on Chris’ table. It had some sort of bug in it. It was a species you’d never seen before.

“What’s that?” You asked.

“You kept Goff?” Adrian questioned.

“Is that like the name of the bug or did you guys name it?” You keep staring, confused. It almost seems to stare back at you.

“That’s his name. We found him in a shitty politician.” Adrian answered. In him…? You didn’t want to know so you decided not to press as the boys continued to argue about keeping Goff as a dangerous pet.

“Why is he dangerous? Is he invasive?” You questioned.

“You could say that!” Adrian joked.

“Where is it from?”

“I don’t know, but I don’t think they came from our solar system. I feel like NASA would have figured that out by now, but I wouldn’t be surprised if they were fucking lying to us.” Chris said on the verge of telling another conspiracy theory.

“What…?” You finally broke your gaze from Goff.

“Don’t even fucking get me started on the moon landing and-“

“No, I mean this- this is an alien?” You cut off Chris. You turn to Adrian. “You’re fighting aliens?!”

“Yeah! How cool is that?!” His face lit up.

“So fucking cool!” You started nerding out with your boyfriend until your attention was drawn to Goff who was drawing a peace sign on the jar in some sort of weird goo. The three of you, after taking about a minute to freak out, sat on the couch to investigate. You sat in between Chris and Adrian. You were hoping this would keep them from arguing, but it did nothing of the sort. Before you knew it your head was resting on the back of the couch as the two guys argued above you. “Will you guys just kiss and make up already?! Jesus! Get a room! Chris you gotta have more patients and at least try to see his point of view. Adrian, baby, we have to ask yes or no questions because Goff can’t speak to us verbally and we don’t have an alphabet for him to spell things out with.”

“What if we got like an ouija board and just let him move the little triangle thing around?” Adrian wondered.

“I think that’s a great idea, but we don’t have one right now, so just while we’re limited on time we gotta keep it to yes or no questions, alright? Think of it like that pendulum thing I showed you. It can only swing so many ways like how Goff can only tap so many times.” Adrian finally seemed to understand. One of your favorite things to do together was info dump about your interests. Not too long ago you’d had a really big hyperfixation on ghosts, which is probably where he’d gotten the idea for the ouija board in the first place. It wasn’t that he was stupid, he was often just running a marathon in his head to find different solutions to the problems everyone else had already given up on. While he was trying to figure out a solution, everybody thought he was an idiot for even trying. That was one of the many reasons you and Adrian worked so well together. You both understood how the other person’s brain worked.

“Okay. Goff, are you here to put babies in us like in alien?”

Two taps: No.

Adrian sighs.

“Dude, you’re upset about that?” Chris asks.

“Well how else am I gonna experience motherhood?” Your boyfriend asked sadly. You rested your hand on his knee.

“I’m sorry, baby. But you know what? Maybe one day you can be a really incredible dad to our kids.” You blushed.

“You think I’d be an incredible dad?” He asked in awe.

“I think you’d be the most incredible dad.” You kiss him as Chris gags.

“Now it’s my turn to say get a room and not one in my trailer. I don’t want you guys fucking roleplaying your daddy m-preg shit in my bathroom.” Chris rolled his eyes.

“Oh my god that is not what I meant! Please can we just get back to the alien bug sitting on your coffee table?!” You exclaimed.

One tap: Yes.

“See! Even Goff agrees you’re being ridiculous!” You tell him.

“I am not!” Chris started to argue like a toddler.

Two taps: No.

“You’re acting like a toddler.”

One tap: Yes.

“Woah! It’s like Goff’s on (Y/N)’s side.” You smiled at Adrian’s amusement.

One Tap: Yes.

“You are not helping me here.” Chris whispered in a harsh tone to the jar.

One Tap: Yes.

You laughed. “Goff, do you wanna be friends?”

One Tap: Yes.

As you and Adrian continued to argue with Chris, much to Goff’s amusement, Adrian’s phone started to ring.

“Who is this…Vigilante? I- I don’t know that person. That’s um- is that even a name? I’m- sounds Italian and I’m- I’m- I’m American, so I can’t even-“ Chris ripped the phone from his hand and you gave him a sympathetic look.

“Babe, you really gotta get better at lying.”

“I’m great at lying!” You gave him a smile.

“Okay, honey.”

“I am!”

“A month after we started dating you showed up at my door fully suited up, completely forgetting to change after patrol.”

“That’s because I wanted to. It was my way of telling you.” He was obviously lying again

“Okay, honey.” You smiled as Chris shushed you. He was panicked, far more panicked than usual.

“What’s happening?” You questioned, starting to get nervous.

“The entire police force of Evergreen is outside right now. This place is fucking crawling with cops.” Chris whispered, opening his sunroof.

“Are we gonna fucking crawl up there?!” You whisper yelled, trying to keep your voice down. You were a civilian and despite hanging around superheroes you had never been in on the action yourself.

Adrian grabbed your hand. “It’s gonna be okay.” He tried to give you reassurance, despite not quite knowing what they were up against. “I need you to promise me you’ll stick by me, okay?” You stared at the roof in fear. “(Y/N), I need you to promise me.” Adrian looked at you desperately searching for an agreement.

“O-okay” You stuttered, your mind barley able to process what was happening. Chris climbs through helping pull you up as Adrian lifts you through the hole. You were so scared you didn’t even really notice Adrian had Goff tied to him with duct tape. Chris started climbing in a nearby tree. Adrian pushed you towards it. You shook your head at him, giving him a face that said ‘There is no way in hell I’m doing this’.

“I’m not gonna let you fall.” He promised. So much for that. Not long into climbing Adrian himself fell out of the tree. Usually you would find his clumsiness cute, but now was not the time. Chris put his free hand over your mouth to stop you from screaming.

“Oh fuck…I’m okay…” He said, a little out of it, just having at the wind knocked out of him. Of fuck. Goff. This is when you fully process the glass jar taped to Adrian’s back…the broken glass jar. Chris quickly helps you get down. You run to Adrian.

“Are you okay?!”

“I’m okay, I promise.” Adrian reassures you.

“DON’T MOVE!” The police detective yelled, pointing her gun at you. Adrian rested one hand on his hip, close to his knife and the other on your back so he could push you underneath him in a second if bullets started flying. You were terrified. You didn’t even notice Goff flying towards the woman until he started to fly into her mouth. Now you knew what Adrian meant by in the senator. Blood started pouring out of her mouth.

“What the fuck?!” You yelled in shock as Chris and Adrian started pulling you up from the ground. Everything was happening too fast. Suddenly you were running through the woods. Bullets were flying. Knives were being thrown.

“At worst, he’s paralyzed!” Adrian’s voice barley broke through to your clouded mind. You could see a clearing up ahead. Just get to the clearing. You can do it. Just get to the clearing. You saw Chris stop in front of you. He had a gun pointed directly at him. Then another. You and Adrian stop behind Chris. You’re surrounded. Adrian keeps you close. Then one of them falls to the ground. You grab onto Adrian’s back, not wanting to limit the movement of his arms. He reaches behind himself to put a hand on you. You turned to see another policeman had shot the guy who was pointing a gun at you.

“What the fuck?!” You yelled, trying to keep your panic down.

“Do you wanna ask stupid questions or do you wanna live?” He asked you as you hid behind Adrian again.

Chris and Adrian pulled you away from the scene as the man shot the defenseless low level cops on the ground. He mocked their cries as he shot them. Chris and Adrian brought you to a car the man had told you about. A getaway car that was waiting for you just down the road at the edge of the woods. Adrian shoved you into the car. You sat in the back seat with him as he continued to argue with Chris, even throwing his phone out the window at one point. He kept an arm around your shaking body. Eagly was squawking in the passenger seat. It was all too much.

“SHUT UP! BOTH OF YOU PLEASE.” You started to cry. “I LOVE YOU BOTH, BUT PLEASE! FUCK!”

Adrian placed a kiss to your forehead gently starting to rub your arm. “I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s not you. Usually I wouldn’t care, but what the fuck is happening?! Is the detective fucking dead?! Like is that what they do?! Just like fucking drill into your skull through your mouth and play Ratatouille?!”

“They can go through your butt too…” Adrian said quietly.

“Oh great! So glad! That must be so much more pleasant!” Adrian went to open his mouth, but you knew what he was gonna say. “Yes, I’m being sarcastic!”

“Okay. Thank you for specifying. Let’s just breathe. Can you do that? Can you breathe with me?” Adrian asks, starting to exaggerate his breathing for you to follow. He knew you were starting to get worked up. You always got upset when you were confused, but this was an entirely new level with an added sense of extreme terror and danger. You try to follow his breathing. “In and out. Good job.”

“Forget about the aliens I wanna know what the fuck was up with that one cop!” Chris questions from the driver’s seat, now done using Adrian’s phone to call headquarters.

“You mean you didn’t fucking know that guy?!” You question.

“No! Why would I just know a crazy fucker at the police station?!” Chris yells.

“I don’t know! Maybe the fact that he gave you a car?! You know some pretty weird fucking people! I’ve never met King Shark!” You scream, letting out a sigh, leaning further into Adrian’s touch as he kisses your forehead again, still trying to calm you.

The rest of your short drive to headquarters was mostly spent in silence. You had never been there, but you knew where it was. You were the only person Adrian told everything to. You walked into headquarters quickly, not wanting to be seen stashing the getaway car.

“What the fuck just happened?!” Chris yelled bursting into headaquarters.

“Who’s the civilian? I don’t think I have to remind you of the privacy of this mission.” A man who seemed to be in charge asked as you tried to make yourself small feeling scared and embarrassed. You think you remember Adrian saying his name was Murn.

“They’re my partner.” Adrian told the team.

“You have a partner?” The man who was absolutely John Economos asked. He was even taller than you imagined.

“I told you I had a partner. You knew about them.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t think they were real.” John laughed at his own joke.

“Um…hi. Sorry. Very real partner over here, what the fuck is happening?!” You interrupted. They all exchanged a series of looks you couldn’t read before one of them spoke up.

“Hi my name’s Leota. Why don’t we go talk in the other room for a bit?” You didn’t answer her, you just squeezed Adrian’s hand, not wanting to be separated from him.

“It’s okay. You can go. I’ll just be a few minutes. I promise you can trust her. Eagly does!” Adrian smiled at you.

“I guess he’s pretty good judge of character.” You joked, giving Adrian a smile.

“It’s okay. We’re safe here. Here, take this.” He reached for the back of his chair and grabbed a sweater he’d accidentally left there. He wrapped it around you. He knew how much you loved to wear his clothes. You were happy to be surrounded by his smell. You sighed, calming a little bit. “I won’t be long and I’m not gonna leave the building. I promise.” You nodded, reluctantly following Leota.

“Harcourt you handle this. Peacemaker, Economos in my office now.” You heard as you walked up the stairs. As Leota was answering some of your questions Harcourt and Adrian were downstairs having a very difficult conversation.

“You don’t look so happy. I thought you loved violence. I thought you said it was awesome.” Harcourt started, her voice thick with sarcasm. Adrian missed it yet again.

“Not when they’re involved.”

“Well maybe you shouldn’t have involved them then.”

“I didn’t mean to! I’m not normal. I know and usually I don’t care, but they are the only thing in my life that makes me feel normal- the only part of my life that feels normal. Even…even when I’m just Adrian Chase, the busboy at fennel fields, everybody acts like I’m a fucking freak or some big burden. But not them. They let me be myself. They like me! They’re separate from all of this. I should be allowed to have this one thing.”

Harcourt’s face softened. “You should be and I’m sorry…but that’s not how this life works. I know you want to keep them safe. It’s only gonna get more dangerous from here. You know what you have to do, right?”

“I’m not doing it.”

“Look…” Harcourt paused taking a deep breath. “Adrian…I’m sorry. Doing what we do- it isn’t easy.” She used his real name. He thinks this might even been the first time she’s really called him anything other than Vigilante, psycho, or dumb shit.

While they were talking downstairs you were upstairs asking all sorts of questions to Leota about the butterflies. She was answering as much as she could until Adrian knocked on the door. “Can I have a minute alone with (Y/N)?” He asked.

“Of course. Let me know if either of you need anything.” She smiled at you on the way out.

“She’s nice. I’m sorry I freaked out earlier. I think I finally have a handle on everything now.” You smiled at him, but he wasn’t looking at you. His eyes were glued to the ground. “Ade, what’s wrong?” You asked.

“I’m breaking up with you…”

“Yeah haha very funny. Now, what actually happened downstairs?” He stayed silent. “You’re serious? Adrian, you’re not breaking up with me.”

“Yeah I am actually.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t want to date you anymore.”

“That’s not true. You’re an awful fucking liar, so look at me and tell me why you’re breaking up with me.”

“I already told you why.” He was starting to get choked up.

“Adrian, I love you.”

“I love you too-“

“Then don’t break up with me!” You cut him off.

“I have to!”

“Why?!”

“I need to keep you safe!” He raised his voice at you. He’d never raised his voice at you like that before. You started crying.

“Why don’t I get a choice?! What about what I want?! Shouldn’t it be my choice?! Adrian, I don’t give a fuck if it’s dangerous! Before I met you my life was awful! I was a freak! You are the only person who makes me feel like I can be my fucking self! You are the only person I don’t feel like a fucking inconvince around! The only one who understands me! Why can’t we just have this one fucking thing?!” You yelled.

He laughs through the few tears that had just started falling down his cheeks. “That’s what I said.” He sighs, sitting on the couch, wrapping you in his arms. “I’m sorry.“

“Please don’t leave me. You’re my entire world.”

“I may be your world, but you’re my sun, I live for you- because of you. There would be nothing without you. Nothing.” He kisses you on the forehead.

“So, don’t break up with me.” You were pleading quietly through your tears at this point.

“I’m sorry. I don’t wanna say I was eavesdropping, but I was totally eavesdropping. If you’re worried about them being safe I think I can help.” Leota entered the doorway again.

“How?” Adrian asked.

“Well, I have my wife set up in a safe house right now while things are a little extra sticky. Sometimes things get lonely. I bet she’d love a new roommate.”

“Adebayo, are you serious right now?”

“Very serious, Adrian.” She smiled.

“Oh my god I could kiss you.”

She laughs at his comment. “Don’t kiss me. I’m married. Go kiss your partner who you’re not breaking up with and don’t tell Harcourt about this.”

“I won’t.” He smiles.

“Okay, now I think you should really take her advice and kiss me.” You smile up at him, kissing him.

“Okay, lovebirds. I’m gonna go distract buzzkill 1 and buzzkill 2 downstairs. I’ll let you know if you’re needed.” She smiles, leaving you to alone.

“I can’t believe you almost broke up with me.”

“Yeah that would have been stupid.”

“Really stupid.” You added, both laughing. “I love you more than anything.”

“I love you too more than anything.” He said. You both smiled, kissing. You snuggled deeper into him and started a discussion about the logistics of how you would navigate this new adventure.

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