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》 Alexia Putellas x Reader, Leah Williamson x Reader (platonic), María Leon x Reader (platonic), Barcelona Femení x Reader

》 words count: +6k

》 how can I be dead to you / when we're looking at the same moon?

The second leg of the Champions League’s quarter final between Barcelona and Arsenal is scheduled ten days after the first one.

Ten days in which you do nothing but think about this game. About welcoming your former club in your new home. About the tactics and the plays that didn’t work out quite as you wished, about what to do and not do to be better.

About Alexia.

Alexia’s a constant thought, and for the first time since leaving Barcelona, you allow that thought to invade every single corner of your mind.

I hope you found what you left for

The conversation you had on your favourite spot replies over and over again in your head. Lying in your bed as you relive it all late at night or surprised by a sentence in the middle of practice, it’s always with you in some way. You let her smile pop up out of nowhere and let one of your own grow on your lips without a reason. You indulge yourself in speaking about your relationship, about her, about how you felt with her and how you feel without her.

You try to forgive yourself now you know she doesn’t hate you.

To the point you permit yourself to send a text to Eli and Alba and invite them to watch the game in the family and friends’ section of the Emirates Stadium. They obviously declined, but you didn’t expect them to actually take in your offer - it was a symbolic gesture.

However, the entire Putellas family accepts your invite out for dinner that same night, even if Alexia insists on paying since they just kicked you out of the Champions League.

“You’re my guests, I’m gonna pay”

“Vale, I’m paying next time then”, she smiles.

Despite all the analysis and the tactics and the effort the entire Arsenal team and staff put into the game, despite the immense support of the fans who fill the stadium and cheer from the start to the final whistle, you lose.

Tecnichally, you tie. Claudia manages an incredible equaliser in the eightieth minute, crushing your hopes as the harsh law of football enforces the advantage Barça needs to get through the semifinals.

Your former teammates are reluctant to come to you after the game, but you accept gracefully their hands and words of encouragement. The tension none of you realise is there dissipates as soon as Alexia invites you into a group hug, surrounding you in Blaugrana’s colours briefly before you escape with Claudia’s jersey.

“As a reminder you could be playing for another Champions League if you stayed?”

“No, as a reminder to never piss you off again”

María is unusually soft in her teasing, letting a few jabs pass by and taking you in her arms when she senses that you need a place to let go of your disappointment without getting caught by the cameras.

“No te pongas triste, nos veremos pronto” (Don’t be too sad, you will see me again soon)

“Don’t you dare ask me to be a bridesmaid or something”

“¡A la mierda!”, the defender’s laugh might be able to fill the now half empty stadium, “Pero te necesito para elegir mi traje” (But I need you around to pick my outfit).

“You still don’t know what to wear?”

“Necesito buen gusto de verdad, no puedo permitir a mi futura esposa de ayudarme” (I need someone with a real fashion sense, it’s not like I can let my future wife help me).

“Frido?”, you try to ask.

“Está de su parte” (She’s on Ingrid side)

“Alexia?”

You and María exchange a knowing look. The Catalan is the most helpful person in most situations, but definitely not the right one for this job.

You bid your goodbye with a promise of a trip back to Barcelona before the end of the season, an away kit in your hand and a plan for dinner with your ex’s family.

The atmosphere in the changing room is tense, your teammates are upset about the result and not really in the mood to talk.

“Well, we lost to them and ten days later we tie”, you manage to draw their attention to you, “next time we face them we’re gonna win”

It’s stupid, it’s a risky attempt to break the ice in the room, but the different and loud reactions you get from all the girls tell you you’re all gonna be fine - even if you have to dodge a pair of boots to prove it.

I hope you found what you left for

That day, that loss, somehow and in some twisted way, gives you permission to feel everything you need to feel.

You let yourself be upset about getting kicked out of the Champions League by your former team, but you also let yourself celebrate every single win with your new club. You let yourself feel the bittersweet taste of a second place in the championship, but you lift the FA Cup with the same excitement you lifted every trophy in Barcelona. You let yourself miss your teammates-turned-friends when you go each on your own ways for the off-season, but you also invite them to spend time at your place that feels every day more like home.

Leah is delighted to see more than a faded shadow of who you are, this new version of you every day more present and every day clearer.

“You know, Keira used to talk you up so much back when you played together”, she says as you try to pack everything you think you need in an oversized luggage.

You will pay the extra tax, better than being unprepared.

“I don’t meet the expectation?”

“Definitely not”, she ducks just in time to avoid a pair of socks.

“She described you as this outgoing, always up for a joke person, and we got a moody footballer who barely spoke to us outside of the training centre”

The English captain is not wrong, the first weeks in London were very challenging both physically and mentally as you tried to adapt to a different style of play and a different view of yourself.

I hope you found what you left for

It took you some time, Leah and all the other girls’ patience, an overwhelming heart to heart talk with your ex girlfriend, and a devastating loss to reveal the first results of your slow healing process.

“Look at me now”

“Yeah, I don’t have to force myself in here anymore. You even cook for me willingly”

“Well–”, you’re not as fast as her when she throws the socks back at you.

Luggage filled and closed, silence spreads in the room when both of you want to address something but you don’t want to start a conversation that’s most likely to make the other uncomfortable.

“Last meal?”

“I’m leaving for a week to Barcelona, not to a war zone”

“In some sense–”

You ignore the blonde, yet go into the kitchen to cook something for the two of you. She offered to help you pack and drive you to the airport tomorrow, the least you can do is feed her one more time before letting her on her own devices.

Alexia’s comfort meal is what you go for. The ingredients are the only ones available in your fridge, and, honestly, the food looks comforting to you too this time.

“I don’t mind this version of you”

“You’re such a good friend, Williamson, have I ever told you?”

“Several times actually”

You don’t think you are the same person you were back in Barcelona, but you don’t think that is a bad thing either.

Maybe you’re not as outgoing as you used to be and you don’t find yourself involved in all the jokes your friends plan, but you’re letting yourself relax around the people you feel close to and you don’t hide your emotions anymore - sad nor happy ones.

Not a shell anymore, you can feel this new version of you growing out and taking down the wall you built around yourself one brick at a time.

You left to find yourself, even if you had no idea where to start your search.

You keep finding some pieces you thought were lost forever, others you never realise weren’t with you anymore. Some pieces you drop along the way, others you carefully say goodbye to to be buried deep down. Some new pieces you pick up yourself, and right now, you don’t care if they will stay with you forever or just till you need them.

You’re moving and, wherever you’re heading, you’re finding yourself on the way.

“Do you want to come with me?”

Leah’s reaction to your question caught you off guard, she almost choked on the food she’s devouring as a famished kid.

“Did you just fucking ask me to be your plus one at a wedding the day before you leave for said wedding?”

“What can I say, I’m known for my perfect timing”

You hand her a glass of water, knowing she’s most likely able to see right through you even if your eyes are fixed on the now empty plate.

“Are you scared to go to your friend’s wedding alone?”

“I need a buffer”

“You need a bulletproof jacket”, she really sees right through you.

“You need a new knee but I’m not here pointing it out, am I?”

It’s not like you’re scared to attend María and Ingrid’s wedding alone, and it’s not like you need a comfort blanket to hold on while surrounded by your friends and former teammates and people from your life back in Barcelona.

“Look, I’m flattered, you’re cute at everything but—”

“Ew, no, if you don’t shut up right now I’m going to break your good knee”

Leah knows that’s not the reason why you’re asking her to be your plus one, she just wants to poke at you and get the words out of you.

It takes her a couple of more quips and annoying comments to let you admit the real reason.

“Mapi let slip Alexia’s taking someone”

“Oh, sweet little Trotter, you’re asking me to make two time Ballon d’Or winner Alexia Putellas jealous–”, she doesn’t have the time to end her sentence as you sprint toward her and she has a feeling you’re not joking anymore about kicking her.

Leah ends up taking you to the airport the next day, insisting to drop you off as a kid on their first day of school. You have a feeling she doesn’t accept your invitation because the short notice doesn’t give her the proper amount of time to pick the right outfit, nothing more.

Another English girl picks you up when you land under the barely raised Barcelona’s sun, you almost feel like they take turns to babysit you.

“Keira, not to sound ungrateful, but I genuinely can’t think of anything worse than being your guest”

“Ouch! Do you wanna be left on the side of the road?”

“I’ll be fine in my fancy hotel room by myself, really”

“By yourself, uhm?”

The seatbelt is the only thing preventing you from hitting your head on the dashboard, despite your best effort. Of course they gossip about you. Whatever you tell Leah, you know it’s like you tell Keira too and vice versa. You even found yourself in the middle of one of they’re gossip sessions once, your life is their favourite topic lately.

They’re lucky you can admit you own them your sanity.

“I don’t know who she’s bringing”

“I didn’t ask”, you scoff as if the question isn’t on the tip of your tongue for weeks.

Well, you’re gonna find out in a couple of hours anyway.

Keira reluctantly drops you at the hotel you’re staying at, voicing once more you could have stayed with her or any of your other friends who she knows offered their home.

Your former teammates are way nicer with you now they’re once again Champions League winners.

Maybe it’s also because you stopped hide and actually made an effort to stay in touch.

Both can be true.

Once settled in your room and ready to leave, you’re so anxious one could think you’re the one getting married as you retouch your makeup every five minutes and keep fixing non-existent creases in your maroon strapless dress. It’s a beautiful tailor-made piece you never found the excuse to wear till now.

It’s a call from María herself that stops you from spiralling again about the shape of your eyebrows.

“If this is a getaway call, you must know I have no car nor intention of helping you”

“Idiota! Dónde estás?” (Where are you?), she asks with a well hidden note of anxiety in her voice.

“I’m not gonna be late and take the spotlight away from you, don’t worry”

“¿Puedes venir aquí por favor?” (Can you come here, please?)

“María, I’m gonna kill you”, you state, sliding your heels on with one hand and calling the reception to hail a taxi with the other.

You stay with her on the phone the whole ride to the venue, thankfully just ten minutes away since you planned this visit meticulously to avoid any “accident”.

You definitely didn’t plan this though.

As you storm into the room your friend tells you to find her, you should have seen it coming.

“If you need a getaway car or a pep talk, you know I’m not the right person”

“¿No tienes un discurso para convencerme de casarme?” (You don’t have a speech to convince me to get married?)

“You don’t need a speech”

“Ay, no, no lo necesito” (No, I don’t), she confirmed as you take in the grin and the attire she’s wearing, “Pero tu sí” (But you do).

María is relaxed and ready to walk down the aisle, saying goodbye to who you think is the makeup and hair team. You could have punched her if not out of respect for the incredible job they did. Just then you notice all the people in the room, Alexia in the corner with a sympathetic smile on her perfectly traced lips.

She’s stunning.

The long royal blue dress she’s wearing shows just the right amount of tanned skin, gold jewellery complimenting her features and making Alexia glow in a way you will never forget.

“I told her it was a stupid idea”

You must have been frozen in place for a second too much.

“Quiero que te levantes y digas cosas bonitas, Nena” (I want you to stand up at some point to tell some nice things)

“Just ask like a fucking normal person, María!”

“Lo hice, dijiste que no” (I did, you said no)

“So you made me think you wanted to ditch the whole thing?”

“Estás aquí temprano, ¿no? Tienes tiempo de escribir un buen discurso” (You’re here early, aren’t you? You have time to write something good)

The relaxing methods your new therapist drilled into you the past weeks better work, you’re really close to making your friend get married with a black eye as payback for the heart attack she got you.

“You’re so lucky I love you”, you sigh as the defender kisses your cheek and leads the way out of the room.

Apparently, you better hurry up as your outbursts pushed the schedule five minutes back what it’s supposed to - much to the wedding planner’s annoyance.

Alexia slows down her pace to walk next to you as you follow the indications given to you.

“Finally”

“What?”

“I can finally see you in this dress”, her smile is way too honest for the day you’re both about to go through, “Worth the wait”.

The ceremony is short and sweet. You’re not sure how María Pilar León manages to stay still for so long, but Ingrid’s hand intertwined with hers the entire time must be the main reason.

There’s some sort of light surrendering your friends. It may be the stunning yet intimate venue they choose or the Barcelona sun hitting at the perfect moment as they smile at each other. It may be the love you can feel radiating from the couple or the support and genuine excitement all the people in the room are sharing for the occasion.

Whatever it is, you’re happy to be part of it.

María and Ingrid exchange their vows with tender words and silent promises you know they’re making to each other. At some point you even have to hold on Frido’s arm, sit on your left side, as you start to cry big tears that are most definitely ruining your makeup.

Feeling Alexia’s eyes on you the entire time is not helping.

You have no idea that the wedding photographer is snapping a couple of pictures of you and the other guests in their emotional state, as per Mapi’s request. It surprises you way later when the Spanish defender posts the photo on her socials on your birthday - you block her for a month just to spite her.

When the sun sets and you manage to compose yourself a bit, the party starts and Ingrid takes it upon herself to make you lose your composure, handing you the first drink of the day.

You’re pretty sure the wedding planner hates you as he finds out you’re not only the reason why arranging seats and tables was so unnecessarily difficult, but he also has to brief you at the last minute about the little moments they planned and when you’re supposed to make your speech.

You know for sure he hates you when you tell him you actually still have to write it down so a delay in the schedule is needed. He leaves you with some paper, pen and cursed words.

It looks like everyone wants to talk to you and you find yourself the centre of attention way more times you’re comfortable with, even more than the newlyweds - much to their amusement.

A lifesaver comes in the form of Lucy Bronze, the buffer you didn’t know you needed, but you’re glad is around to help you deal with the Spanish excitement that surrounds you all over.

The English girl, who you now understand is the bonus member of the blonde squad that for some reason hunts you, is acting as your personal bodyguard since Keira is already not sober enough to be helpful.

“Please, tell me you wrote your speech”, Lucy’s eyeing your second refill of the day.

It’s an open bar, after all, you’re not letting María’s mother warm embrace and some girl you don’t remember the name of - but met maybe twice while celebrating a trophy’s win - messing with your mind more than what you’re already doing by yourself.

“I wrote a complaint and a draw of a monkey throwing shit”

“Classy, I can’t wait to see what you’ll go for”

“I told María fucking Engen-León not making me do a fucking speech”

Pages of scribbled words later, you’re back in Barcelona for your best friends’ wedding with no speech, no idea of what you’ll say and not sober enough to write down anything nice about a certain defender.

“Language, por favor”

You almost drop your glass when you feel Alexia’s hand on your back to get your attention and a teasing grin on her face. The desire to trace her lips with your finger is stronger now the first drinks are hitting.

“She can still scold you?”

“You have no idea the things she can still do to me, Bronze”, you mutter as you practically bottom down your drink.

“Can I steal you for a moment?”, she asks with a softer smile.

“I’m pretty sure the words were–”

Lucy doesn’t have time to finish her sentence as both you Alexia hit her without taking your eyes off each other. She gets the hint and leaves with a laugh.

“My date wants to say hi”

You’re pretty sure her words just triggered a malfunction in your already damaged brain. You could have been less shocked if she had asked to marry her right now and there.

“What?”

“Vien conmigo” (Just come with me)

Alexia is way too amused for your liking, but you follow her lead without real hesitation - leaving behind your empty glass and probably what’s left of your sanity.

As the two of you approach the table her family is sitting at, her hand finds a place on your back in a comforting way when you spot Eli, Alba and another tiny brunette you immediately know is about to make you cry.

The kid is too focused on her drawing to notice the two approaching, Alba nudges her, and the little girl retorts back with a hit. As soon as you are spotted, the colourful paper and the annoying woman are both forgotten.

Alexia’s little cousin, Zoe, comes at you at full speed and you’re able to welcome her into your arms fast enough just thanks to your professional athlete’s reflexes.

You hold on to her green dress as the girl jumps in your arms, too excited to see you again after more than a year to realise she’s speaking rapidly at you.

“En español, monita, por favor”, Alexia intercepts.

“¡Estás aquí!” (You’re here)

“Yeah, estoy aquí”

Alexia can’t hold back a laugh as you try to keep up with the little girl’s energy, who is set to tell you everything she has done since the last time she saw you. You were around when Zoe was barely old enough to walk properly.

Four years is a long time when you’re as young as the kid is.

The two of you were a pair who always managed to drive Alexia crazy and fill her heart with love at the same time.

“Ale me dijo que ya no vivis juntos, ahora tu juegas para Inglaterra” (Ale told me you don’t live together anymore, you play for England now)

“Juego para un equipo inglés” (I play for an english club)

“¡El equipo rojo! Pregunté Ale tu camiseta” (The red one! I asked Ale for your jersey)

“¡Ay, ¿de verdad?!” (Oh, did you really?), you notice Alexia’s blush immediately, keeping up the teasing thanks to the little girl.

You manage to calm Zoe enough to make her sit back. She’s mostly on your legs as the two of you keep talking and taking turns picking colours. All under the watchful sight of Alexia, who was instructed to sit down too by her cousin.

When the draw is finished and signed, you can feel the young mind running. The little frown in the middle of the forehead is a sight you’re way too familiar with.

“Qué está pensando, monita?” (What’s on your mind?)

“¿Estás de vuelta?” (You’re back in Barcelona?)

Alexia tries to divert the conversation, sensing her cousin is about to ask or say some things that are way too difficult to explain - despite being such easy questions. However, you smile and nod to let her know you can deal with it.

“He vuelto para Mapi’s boda y podemos celebrarlo juntos” (I’m back for Mapi’s wedding, so we can celebrate together)

“Lo sé, Ale me dijo que estarías aquí y quería saludarte” (I know, Ale told me you could be back and I wanted to say hi)

“Siento haber desaparecido, intentaré venir saludar más” (I’m sorry I disappeared, I’ll try to come say hi more when I can)

“¿Prometes?” (You promise?), Zoe holds up a tiny finger, mimicking a gesture you taught her years ago.

You wrap your pinky around hers firmly, shaking it three times. It’s another promise you’re not going to break.

“Tienes que prometerlo a Ale también, ella te echa de menos” (You have to promise Ale too, she miss you)

“Lo sé” (I know)

The way Zoe is tracing coloured lines around her drawing is a tell that she still has a lot of questions for you, probably not satisfied enough with the answers she got from Alexia.

The pair of you spent a lot of time with the kid as you always encouraged the Catalan to spend as much time as possible with her extended family too, knowing it pained her to have a little cousin who looks up at her with such admiration but not actually seeing her much.

Also, babysitting Zoe was so fun for you and an excuse to tease Alexia in so many ways you took the chance on any possible occasion.

“¿Aún la amas?” (You still love her?)

The chair you’re sitting in is strong enough to keep you still even if the entire room is spiralling, and you’re pretty sure there’s a huge hole under your expensive heels. You caught Alexia’s panicked face out of the corner of your eye too.

It takes you a moment, but when you answer Zoe’s question you’re the most sure you have ever been in the past year or so.

“Siempre la amaré” (I’ll always love her)

Ironically enough, the wedding planner is the one saving you from yourself and the innocent questioning of a kid.

You stand in your designated spot with a microphone in one hand and a piece of paper in the other - blank if not for the doodles you let Zoe draw on it. You will play the part, props at all.

There may be no speech planned or intention to do one in the first place, but you know what to talk about when talking about love.

After a short introduction of who you are - even if almost everyone knows you for some reason or other - and a couple of football related jokes, you manage to buy yourself enough time to find a pair of soft eyes in the crowd.

You saw María and Ingrid growing a supportive and caring relationship, you know both of them enough to describe how wonderful their love is and even landing some good jokes on Mapi’s expenses.

You know how being in love feels like enough to get some people emotional, you know how being loved feels like enough to make some other cry.

“Finally, I would like to propose a toast”, you raise your glass and wink at the wedding planner - he may have had a heart attack during a questionable part of your speech, but you definitely saw him shed a tear or two at the end.

“To Ingrid, who is one of the thoughtful human beings I have the honour to look up to in my life. You don’t even need words to let people understand your love for them, it’s the most important thing you taught us and the one I’ll try the most to remember when my mind and my mouth will fighting against each other”

The Norwegian woman looks at you with a warm smile as she raises her own glass, reaching for her wife’s hand.

“To María, who is one of the most annoying human beings I have the privilege to call family. You taught us that everyone deserves to be respected and taken care of, that you don’t even need to know someone to make them feel welcome. I’ll never forget you proved it to me the very first day we met, and I’ll keep trying to grant myself the same care you unconditionally show me”

Your friend is crying as you smile at her, trying to let her understand how much you appreciate everything she did and does for you, how much you appreciate her firm support despite her opinion on your choices.

“To everyone here, who is witnessing a celebration of love that’s never going to fade as we’ll keep it alive”

Alexia’s eyes on you make you believe your own words more than anything else.

As the night progresses, most of the guests are gone. The ones still standing are the closest to the couple and the ones who managed to take the most advantage of the open bar.

You’re obviously among those.

The break from dancing you treat yourself with is filled with rapid words from Ona, Lucy, Aitana and Keira, all engaged in a conversation about your performance at Arsenal and how you can do better next season.

It’s not really talk shop as they’re making fun of you and the unfortunate episode that saw you tripping on the ball while attempting a quite impressive shot outside the box.

You found your footing and the back of the net shortly after, so their amusing is quite frankly unnecessary if you can say yourself.

“Mary let that ball pass ‘cause she was laughing so much, that’s all”

“Fuck you, Bronze!”

“She’s right, I saved the video and I watch it every time I miss you”

“You’re worse than Mapi”, you don’t dignify Keira with an answer as you leave the group to refill your drink.

“Lo siento en mi corazón cuando hablas de mi” (I can feel in my heart when you’re talking about me)

Out of nowhere, María appears in front of you, and as the magician she apparently is tonight, it makes your glass disappear, all while dragging you toward the bubble of loud dancing guests.

You could be mad at her if not for the genuine laughs that are surrounding you, making you miss those girls but convincing you to enjoy this occasion even more.

“Gracias por hoy, Nena” (Thank you for today)

“Estoy tan feliz por ti” (I’m so happy for you)

You don’t know if it’s the alcohol, the beautiful day you’re having or the fact your best friends just got married and you couldn’t be happier for them, but you sense this is an emotional moment for the two of you.

The Spaniard holds you in her arms firmly, whispering barely loud enough for you to hear, “I want you to be happy too”

“I’m getting there”

The moment ends when the soft smiles on both your faces turn into grins and then open laughs as you start getting loose around all your friends.

You accept Jana’s hand gracefully as she drags you between her and Claudia, the two dancing as no one is watching and taking you down in a mindless movement of arms and hair.

“Still no rhythm at all”

You’re sure you’re drunk enough to imagine Alexia’s hands on your waist as she gets closer to make fun of you.

To be fair, out of the two of you, the Catalan is the one with the worst moves. She is just lucky to be incredibly sexy as she dances.

“You were sober enough to remember that night out after our first Champions League”

“¡Ajá, cállate! Someone tripped me”

“Yeah, your own feet”

The music is loud and the bodies around move in a way that you have to stay basically pressed on her to keep the teasing conversation going.

At least that’s what you tell yourself as you grip her arm to let a carefree laugh out.

“You were sober enough to kiss me that same night, what does that say about you?”

“That I have the worst timing ever!”

You mean nothing but the truth, Alexia knows and she keeps you close despite your friends trying to involve you in a group dance - the two of you too wrapped in your own bubble to notice.

Keira does though and she openly calls you out on your behaviour, reminding you this may not be the best time or place to dance with your ex girlfriend as this is your own wedding.

The party slows down late in the evening, the last guests bidding their goodbyes and congratulating the happy couple once again.

You’re next to María as she hugs Alba - Eli and Zoe declared the night over a while ago. The defender’s hair is messed up, and a thin sheet of sweat from the dancing and the emotion of the day is covering her forehead. She never looked better.

“When are you leaving?”, the younger girl asks when is your turn to hug her.

“I’ll stay for a couple of days, I planned the off-season under the Italian sun”

“¡Vale!, you can come at dinner one of those”

“I’ll see what I can do”, you smile as you lightly push Alba and her knowing smirk away.

When you admit the day is officially over for you too, María and Ingrid both wrap you in a tight embrace to shower you with kisses and rapid words of gratitude in three different languages you’re way too tired to even try to understand.

At least you can tell they’re happy about your speech.

“I can take you to your hotel”

“You keep offering me rides, you sure you’re not thinking of a career change?”

“I don’t see myself getting a taxi license anytime soon”, Alexia’s attempt at a serious tone is making you giggle way too much for such a simple joke.

The walk toward her car is a silent one and it doesn’t turn uncomfortable when you get cosy in the passenger seat, taking your heels off with a sigh of relief.

The Catalan smiles as she remembers you tend to drop your manners when happily exhausted.

You look at her changing her shoes, a pair of sneakers always in the car for a safe ride, and you keep your eyes on her as she connects her phone to select a playlist.

It’s a ten minute ride at best, but she has not asked where you’re staying, and you’re too curious to find out what she’s planning to point it out.

You’re content and tired enough to admit every minute more you get to spend with Alexia is a win in your book.

She’s the one breaking the silence, turning the volume down a bit and keeping her gaze on the street even if the traffic light in front of you is glowing her features bright red.

“I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable with Zoe”

“I was happy to see her again, she’s getting so tall”

“Yeah”

“Lo siento” (I’m sorry)

Leaving Barcelona meant leaving Alexia, but it was your choice.

And it was your choice to leave every single one who reminds you of her too. Ignoring your friends and finding excuses to not face the consequences of your disappearing. Avoiding Eli and Alba’s calls, too ashamed of the pain you inflicted on the most important person in their life.

It was all your choice.

“We broke up, I didn’t expect you to keep in touch with my family”

“You didn’t expect me to break up with you in the first place”

Alexia turns to look at you for the first time since the ride started, no one behind you calling out to move as the light turns from red to green to red again.

“I can be held accountable for my own choices, Alexia”, you nod at her as she restarts the car to a still unknown destination.

“I was honest with Zoe”

“Lo sé”

“Tú eres mi corazón, te amaré por siempre” (You’re my heart, I will always love you)

“Lo sé”

A full moon high in the dark sky, the view from your windows is getting unfamiliar, but the woman next to you seems to know exactly where she’s going. The pace she’s keeping is slow enough to calm your nerves but fast enough to keep you awake.

There are so many things you want to say, so many useless apologies and unnecessary confessions on the tip of your tongue.

It could be so much easier if she’d hate you.

“I knew you would leave”

“What?”

“I knew you would leave, I knew you found the ring”

Her words manage to steal the breath from your lungs and stop the rhythm of your heart, you go from feeling nothing to everything in a split second. The music is suddenly too loud, the fancy car is crushing on you, and your own body is failing to respond to your commands.

Alexia immediately notices your distress, stopping on the side of the road and lowering your window to let the fresh night air hit your face. She wants to touch you, to ground you as she learned to do, but she’s aware she may make things worse.

You reach for her hand, holding on to her as a lifeline and she does everything she needs to to take you back.

“Sorry, I didn’t see that coming”, you say when you’re ready to think properly again, your attempt to joke landing just because Alexia knows you well enough to understand what you need right now.

“Yo–”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“¿Por qué no lo hiciste tú?” (Why didn’t you?)

The million dollar question, why didn’t you say anything? Why didn’t you let her know? Why didn’t you just talk with her about your feelings and your fears?

You pay your therapist enough to answer those questions for you.

“I don’t think it could have changed anything”

“You couldn’t know”

“And I’ll never, it’s all done now”

You need her to hate you, you need her to hate you and not want to do anything with you ever again.

You need her to leave you.

Not like you left Barcelona, you need her to leave you behind and move on. It’d be so much easier.

Instead, you’re both moving on and you both are still moving in the same direction.

“You would have said sí”, it’s not a question.

“Of course”

You realise you’re still holding on to her just when the Catalan squeezes your hand three times, keeping you grounded and keeping herself together. Your confirmation is both unnecessary and needed, hurting and comforting.

“I want you to love yourself as much as I do”

“I’m trying”

It’s a whisper, it’s a confession you’re not sure you’re ready to hear yourself.

“I’ll be here when you’re ready”

“Alexia, no–”

“Sí”, she drops your hand just to firmly hold your face, guiding your gaze and your tears filled eyes on hers, “I’ll be here when you’re ready, here in Barcelona or wherever here will mean for us”

“I can’t ask you that”

“You’re not asking”

Tears are falling freely now, her thumb tracing your flushed cheeks and your fists holding desperately on her dress. The position you both are in is uncomfortable, the air from the open window tickles your neck, and Alexia’s honesty is crushing your heart, but you never felt better.

“I know you could do whatever I ask, stay in Barcelona or marry me. I need you to know I could do whatever you ask too”

“Then we’re stuck”

“No, we’re both moving”

“You wanna see where we end up?”

“Wherever it will be, we’ll find each other”

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The guy coming home to me ✭ Carlos Sainz

Summary: Investing in a F1 team in the middle of your worldwide tour was very outrageous and threw many questions at you. But of course they didn't know that you happened to date one of the drivers in the team, until a concert in Singapore.

Warnings: None, I know it's so different of me.

Word count: 0.7k

A/N: Based off of this request.

You try to ignore all the camera’s that surround you, never getting a break whether you're picking up groceries or attending a big sports event. The voices behind the camera’s ask you questions that all revolve around the same thing– Your new sponsorship with Scuderia Ferrari F1 team.

It had come as a surprise to nearly everyone as you were halfway through your worldwide tour and decided to shake hands with a team in a sport you secretly loved. But they didn’t know that, and they also didn’t know about your months-long relationship with Carlos Sainz, one of the two drivers for the team.

The week of the Singapore Grand Prix had started and you had meticulously planned your concert in the same country and city as one of your favourite races.

So on the Thursday in which all the drivers did media work you sat in a stadium counting the hours until you could do what you love, with the person you love in the same premises. As you received free paddock passes they received concert tickets and tonight happened to be the day everything lined up.

It was a coincidence to people that glanced, but the ones that stared could have noticed it was more. Probably from the times I went to races and interacted with many people but disappeared with a specific someone or when my attention couldn’t be divided between both Ferrari drivers and stuck to one. The one with dark brunette hair and eyes that glisten the same colour. Full and plump lips that I enjoy against mine, compliment his smooth accent and delicate fingers that can show rough.

Apparently Carlos had been scrutinised about it as well, but listening to his P.R had paid off and he slid out of the situation easily. Therefore when you asked him to attend one of your concerts he accepted but with the company of a few of his fellow drivers. It was under one hour until you were to get on stage and the driver’s decided to give you a little good luck. You greeted them all with hugs, one lasting longer than others but they didn’t notice.

“You gonna do something special for us?” Lando asks jokingly.

“You gonna get a podium?” You ask in the same tone and manage to gain a chuckle from him.

You have to cut your conversations short and run off for final costume and makeup touch ups before making your way on stage. But not without Carlos sneaking his way through and wishing you a more personal good luck. He captures your lips in his and then mutter’s a few words against your skin. “Good luck Cariño, but I already know you’re gonna do great.” And in the time he leaves to get seated you stand at the back of the stage waiting for your queue.

It makes you beam at how the crowd screams when they capture your silhouette and even better when you actually emerge on stage. Through every song, you catch a glimpse of Carlos, his eyes always on you.

As it edges closer into the night you realise how fast time has gone by, in which you have reached your last song of this warm night–Karma. You put all of your last energy into this song moving from one end of the stage to the other.

As you reach the near end of the bridge you make your way to the end of the stage with your eyes stuck on Carlos’ it was more than obvious. “Karma is the guy on the tracks, coming straight home to me.” You point at him with a proud smile as red and yellow fireworks emit into the sky accompanied by the same colours of confetti and lights.

You continue singing but can’t hold back your laughter as the faces of everyone in the stadium alter, especially the drivers. They all start shouting and bunch around Carlos with wide grins on their faces, including hints of curiosity. Through the crowd you manage to catch a glance of Carlos and you couldn’t be happier with the expression he wears. His big smile as his friends jump around him and confetti covers them all. He catches your eye and mouths “te amo”, you mouth it back and let out a content sigh, happy that he is the guy coming home to you.

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another-lost-mc · 2 years

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Dining with the Dateables THE DATEABLES x gn!Reader | SFW | 2k words Rating/Warnings: Mostly fluff and pining, suggestive content. Some jealous/possessive behaviour if you squint at Simeon and Solomon.

Diavolo

Diavolo and the demon brothers are working long hours at RAD in preparation for an upcoming festival

He is in an office by himself, filling out and signing boring documents while he listens to the echoes of the demon brothers’ lively chatter coming from somewhere down the hall

Barbatos brought him a dinner tray earlier but it sits on the corner of his desk untouched, a petty protest after another stern lecture from Barbatos about the importance of paperwork

He's in a foul mood and he's lost his appetite anyway

He gets up from his chair with an annoyed sigh when someone knocks on the door, but his irritation fades quickly when he sees you standing there, holding up a bag from Hell’s Kitchen with a sheepish grin

“Beel was too hungry to work so I grabbed everyone something to eat,” you tell him, “and I thought you could use a pick-me-up too”

As always, Diavolo is happy to see you and he squeezes your shoulder affectionately before gesturing for you to follow him inside

He takes the neglected tray Barbatos brought him earlier and hides it out of sight while you’re distracted looking for a chair to sit on

He reaches into the bag and is surprised when he pulls out a burger, and his stomach grumbles as he feels his appetite return

He’s three bites into his burger when he realizes there’s pickles on it; the tangy-tart flavour and wet crunch catch him off-guard, and he hides his grimace behind a napkin when he coughs

“Went down the wrong pipe,” he lies. “You got this burger at Hell’s Kitchen, you say?” He’s had burgers from there before, but none with pickles on them

“Beel requested a burger - well, several burgers - and he usually gets everything on them, so I got the same for everyone else too,” you explain

You glance between the slightly scrunched expression on his face and his food. “If you don’t like it, it’s okay - I’m sure Barbatos can bring you something better”

“No, this is wonderful, and I appreciate your company even more,” he reassures you, and the sentiment is genuine; the implication that he’d throw out something you bought for him - pickles or no pickles - bothers him more than he wants to admit

When you finish eating your own food, you smile at him and wish him good luck, leaving him alone to finish eating and continue his work

Diavolo stares at the rest of the burger on his desk and after a moment, he picks it up with a resigned sigh, pondering the things he’ll do for love friendship

Barbatos comes to retrieve Diavolo later once everyone else has finished their tasks and left campus

Barbatos says nothing when he finds the untouched dinner tray hidden underneath the desk, but he smirks knowingly when he remembers what you bought at Hell’s Kitchen earlier

“Shall I stop requesting that Hell’s Kitchen hold the pickles when I place your food orders from now on?” Barbatos asks with a tone that’s far too innocent to be sincere

Diavolo merely glares at his friend and says nothing as he leaves, ignoring the sound of laughter that echoes in the hallway behind him

Barbatos

Diavolo and Barbatos invite you to the Demon Lord’s castle for dinner while Lucifer and his brothers are busy with student council business elsewhere

Diavolo is finishing some paperwork in his office so Barbatos asks for your company in the kitchen, and you happily accept the offer since you don’t have many chances to spend time with him alone

You know that Barbatos is skilled in the kitchen but you rarely have the chance to see for yourself what he’s capable of

The main course is already in the oven and an assortment of Devildom produce is on the counter waiting to be washed and peeled

He offers you a chair and sets a pot of your favourite tea on the counter before rolling up his sleeves and working on preparing a roasted vegetable dish

You ask if there’s anything you can do to help, but he smiles at you across the counter and insists that your company is more than enough

You observe him quietly while he works; he’s skilled with a knife and there’s something mesmerizing about watch him handle a sharp blade with such quick precision

Your interested gaze doesn’t go unnoticed and he’s not sure why the attention fills him with some warm satisfaction

He’s cleaning the countertop after putting the vegetables in the oven but he’s disappointed his private time with you is already coming to an end

He decides to take you up on your earlier offer and asks if you’d like to help prepare some fresh biscuits - an impulsive choice on his part that surprises himself as much as it does you

Your face lights up with excitement, eager to learn how to bake something from scratch - usually Luke brings you baked goods and you know your poor attempts wouldn't compare

“You know, most of the biscuits I had back home were baked using a premade baking mix,” you say, curious to see his reaction

The look of surprise on his face turns to bafflement when you say stores in the human world also sell biscuits in a can; you don’t normally catch him off-guard like this, and you’re trying not to laugh at his expression

He’s ready to insist why his homemade biscuits are the superior choice compared to those other kinds you’ve had in the past, but your laughter is infectious and he can’t help but chuckle too

You’re standing shoulder-to-shoulder at the counter, watching him prepare the dry and wet ingredients, incorporating them together with small chunks of cold butter

With a flick of his wrist, he covers part of the counter with flour and places down the roughly-shaped ball of dough

He pauses for a moment before moving over slightly, urging you to step up to the counter in his place

“Have you ever kneaded dough before?” he asks curiously, not waiting for a reply before he steps behind you and takes your hands in his

“The flour keeps the dough from sticking,” he says quietly, “and sometimes it helps to make sure there’s flour on your fingers as well”

His hands are splotchy-white from flour already, and he holds your hands in his, transferring some of the flour from his hands to yours

He watches while you attempt to knead the dough, but he can tell that your movements are stiff and uncertain

He covers your hands with his own and gently guides you through the motions of pushing down and forward, stretching the dough, turning it, and repeating the process

“The trick is to avoid overworking the dough, or else the butter will soften too much,” he murmurs close to your ear, holding your wrists and keeping you still, “but you did very well”

Your face is warm from his praise and proximity, but you hope he doesn’t notice; he suggests you wash up and says he’ll finish the rest while you relax and enjoy the rest of your tea

Later when dinner has been served, Barbatos studies the way you eat, the way you savour the flavors of his cooking between bites

He thinks about your enthusiam in the kitchen and your eagerness to learn and how your hands felt in his

He decides to invite you to cook with him more often; there's still so much more he wants to teach you

Simeon

You’re invited to join Purgatory Hall for a night of board game fun, but it would be rude not to feed you dinner first

He deliberately accidentally forgets some of the essential ingredients he needs to make tonight’s dinner - one his specialties that he know you’re especially fond of

You pass Solomon and Luke on your way to Purgatory Hall - Luke waves at you excitedly and explains they’ll be back after they go to the store and pick up a few things for Simeon

When you arrive, Simeon welcomes you with a wide smile and a hug, and you’re always surprised by how warm he is (especially since his cloak is nowhere to be seen and his bare arms wrap around you so gently)

You eventually pull back, but he smiles at you and asks if you’d like to help him in the kitchen since the others have stepped out; he’d hate for you to grow bored in the sitting room by yourself

You’re stirring a pot on the stove while Simeon is dicing vegetables nearby; he’s glancing at you out of the corner of his eye and notices when you wince

“Are you alright?” he asks worriedly, wondering how he failed to notice you were hiding pain from him

You laugh awkwardly while you try to stretch out your arm a bit

“I’m okay! I think I slept in a weird position last night. I accidentally dozed off in Levi’s tub again and—”

You hear a thud when Simeon drops his knife on the counter; he takes a sharp intake of breath when he steps back from the counter, holding one hand gingerly

By the time you’re at his side trying to get a glimpse of his injury, his hand is already bathed in the soft glow of magic healing the wound; he chuckles when you take his hand in yours anyway, turning it over to make sure he’s fine

He’s not going to argue or pull away though, not when you’re staring at him so intently, and you’re leaning so close–

There’s a slam nearby when Solomon and Luke return and they’re laughing about something when they come into the kitchen with their shopping bags

Luke drags you away to show you something in another room and Solomon is putting the groceries away

Simeon turns back to his cutting board with a frown, chopping the remaining vegetables with a bit more force than necessary

Solomon

Invitations to eat with Solomon have to be handled with care because you know there are two possibilities: he is cooking for you, or he’s inviting you to eat at Purgatory Hall when one of the others is cooking

Simeon understands your predicament and will warn you in advance if Solomon has taken over cooking duties before the others can stop him - but sometimes, the warning comes too late

Simeon pokes his head into the kitchen, glancing at the pot bubbling away on the stove and trying his best not to cough at the acrid fumes in the air

Solomon’s “Hot Stuff Coming Through” apron is splattered in something that’s an alarming shade of purple

Simeon’s cough startles Solomon who freezes, his arm hanging in midair where he was about to shake another generous helping of…something…into the pot

“Don’t forget they have a sensitive stomach,” Simeon warns him before making a hasty retreat from the kitchen

Another dash can’t hurt, Solomon thinks to himself and shrugs off Simeon’s concerns, humming with satisfaction as his stew simmers away

When you arrive, Simeon opens the door and whispers, “I’m so sorry” before Solomon comes out to greet you himself, announcing proudly dinner is almost ready

Your stomach lurches at the smell coming from the kitchen, but when he smiles so happily to see you, it’s difficult not to smile back (for now)

By the time you’ve eaten a few spoonfuls of Solomon’s soup-sludge concoction, your stomach is gurgling uncomfortably and your lips are almost numb from the overwhelming combination of sourness and heat

You can feel sweat starting to bead along your hairline but through the haze, you vaguely hear him ask how you like it - you manage a quick nod, grimacing as you swallow another sip

Solomon seems completely unaware of everyone’s distress, chirping happily that there will be lots of leftovers for tomorrow

When you can't eat anymore, you realize Simeon and Luke don't look much better than you probably do

When the meal is over, Luke makes a hasty escape; Simeon and Solomon reassure you that, as their guest, you are welcome to make yourself comfortable in the other room while they tidy up

You drag yourself away from the table and nearly collapse on the sofa in the sitting room, closing your eyes and trying to ignore the pain shooting through your belly

You don't mean to, but at some point you pass out drift off to sleep

“They must be tired,” Simeon offers vaguely when he checks on you, noticing your sickly pallor

Solomon is not far behind, and when he sees you sleeping in an awkward position on the couch, he lifts you into his arms with a worried frown on his face

“I’ll take them somewhere quiet to sleep," he suggests, eyes shifting to Simeon briefly before walking in the direction of his room. "Could you let the others know they’ll be visiting with us a little longer?”

His bedroom is dimly lit but when he lays you on his bed, a faint smile graces his lips as he watches the candlelight flicker across your face

He leans closer and listens to your steady breathing in the quiet room, and he thinks you look so comfortable in his bed, and he wonders how long your fragrance will linger on his pillow–

He steps away from you quickly when Simeon's footsteps approach his door

Solomon glances at you one more time before he closes the door reluctantly quietly so you can rest

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natashaslesbian · 1 month

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Another Mother (Pt 2)

Summary: it’s your first morning in Scarlett’s house and after an argument with your dad you find yourself leaning on Scarlett

Word Count: 2.1k

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You flopped down dramatically onto your mattress, hitting it slightly harder as it was only laying against the floor. “Thanks Dave” you said as you rolled onto your back “no problem darl” he smiled. Dave was one of the movers helping you and your dad move into his girlfriend’s place, he had single handily got all your furniture up to your new bedroom on the second floor. In just a few hours you had got to know Dave well, it was nice to talk to someone who didn’t see you as the girl whose mom had died. Dave picked up the last of cardboard boxes on the floor “welcome home darl” he said. You smiled politely but couldn’t quite thank him, because this wasn’t your home. It was Scarlett’s home. Yes, Scarlett Johansson. “Bye Dave” you waved as the mover gently closed your door. You sat up slowly on your mattress, looking around at all the furniture you would have to re build tomorrow. In reality, the size of the room made it look like a lot less work, you were worried about how you would fill all this empty space. You heard laughter from downstairs, reminding you of the two love birds down on the first floor. Colin, your dad had managed to fill his empty space, but you weren’t quite so open. You didn’t want a new mom, you wanted your mom.

It was late by the time everyone was someone settled and Scarlett decided to treat the three of you to takeout, as if it was a dent in her purse spending $30. You decided to eat in your room, wanting to be alone for a while. Your dad had tried to convince you to sit with them but you knew you wouldn’t be able to stop the gag in the bag of your throat seeing them so lovey dovey. “Ok Kid, we’ll come say goodnight in a bit” Colin said as you trudged back up the stairs. “She hates me” Scarlett sighed, looking down at her engagement ring. “She doesn’t hate you, she just doesn’t know you that well yet” Colin said as he wrapped an arm around his partner. “It’s not been easy since her mom, she’s not as adaptable as me. It’ll take time but one day you and her will be the best of friends” he said. “Do you think so?” Scarlett asked “I know so. She’ll never admit it but when she was little I tried to get her into superhero’s. Black widow was her favourite before she watched Harry Potter and decided that that would be her entire personality” Colin smiled, Scarlett smiled as the little story. “I know deep down she’s excited to get to know you, she’s just scared. She thinks I’m replacing her mom, I just wish I could tell her that would never happen. But I have moved forward, and I’m happy. I’m so happy with you” Colin said as he lent forward to kiss Scarlett’s forehead. “Let’s eat, then we can say goodnight to y/n and snuggle up in OUR bedroom” Scarlett said with a wide smile.

Waking up in a new unfinished bedroom felt strange, what felt even more strange was the sound. At your old house, you would wake up to the birds singing, no matter the time. Living next to a large field had its perks and you loved the fresh air that came rushing into your bedroom every morning. You felt stiff having slept on a thin mattress against the bare floor, stretching out your sore muscles felt so good. You checked your phone briefly, seeing it was still very early. Your stomach growled as you looked over at the untouched takeout from last night, food had been the last thing on your mind sitting in your new room. You figured it would be a bad idea to eat next day cold chicken, so you ventured down to the kitchen in search of breakfast. It had only just gone 6am so you were surprised to hear cluttering coming from the kitchen. Shuffling in slowly, you saw Scarlett at the stove, pouring what looked to be pancake mix into the pan. Your heavy footsteps alerted the blonde to your presence “morning y/n” she said as she turned around to give you a warm smile, making you cringe internally. “Morning” you said as you crossed the room.

Scarlett continued her actions until she noticed your confused glance “thought I’d whip up a little something for breakfast, I’m a bit of an early riser so was gonna surprise your dad with breakfast in bed” she said as she flipped a pancake. The sweet tone of her voice infuriated you and without thinking you spoke your true thoughts “my mom used to do that for dad, she made her pancakes from scratch though” you coldly said, not missing the slight frown in Scarlett’s features. “Well I’m not the best at cooking” she said as she painted a smile back on her face “I did get a vegan mix tho, your dad told me you don’t eat dairy” she finished. “You’re making me pancakes?” You questioned, feeling slightly guilty at your earlier outburst. “Oh if you want something else feel free to help yourself. I have oat milk for cereal and there’s some eggs if you’d like those” Scarlett said, delicately moving the hot pancake from the pan to the plate. “I could make you some bacon if you’d prefer or perhaps some sausages?” Scarlett continued as she listed off the long list of breakfast items she had. “Can you just stop!” You yelled out suddenly, Scarlett froze at your outburst. “You don’t have to do…all this! I can take care of myself ok. I know you weren’t expecting some random teenager to be dumped with you when you got involved with my dad but I wasn’t exactly expecting a new mom. And just so we’re clear, I’m not looking for one either!” You yelled as you stormed out of the kitchen and stomped back up the stairs.

The noise from downstairs had woken Colin up and you brushed past him on your way back to your bedroom. “Y/n?” He said as you stormed past him with tears coating your cheeks. Your dad decided not to press you straight away, he’d learned early on after your mom passed that it was important for you to let out your emotions. Colin headed downstairs to see if his fiancé might be more open to talking. Walking in slowly, he saw a saddened looking Scarlett standing by the stove “honey?” He said softly. “You’re supposed to be in bed” she said as she turned to Colin “I was making pancakes for you” she said sadly. “What happened?” Colin asked as he made his way over to Scarlett. “Does y/n think I’m gonna replace her mom?” She spoke quietly. “Is that what she said?” Colin asked “well sort of” Scarlett said with a large frown. Colin ushered his fiancé over to the kitchen island where they sat together hand in hand. “She just said that she’s not looking for a new mom. She got upset when I was giving her some ideas for breakfast” Scarlett said. “Oh my god she’s so dramatic” your dad sighed “I’ll have a word and get to her apologise, she’s not gonna get away with being so rude” Colin said angrily as he rose from his seat. “I don’t think she meant it like that” Scarlett called, pausing Colin’s movements “she just got…overwhelmed. Maybe I came on too strong, I just wanted her to feel welcomed” the blonde frowned.

Back in your room, you sat in silence letting the guilt consume you. It was only when you heard the thumping footsteps outside your door did you finally return to reality. “What the hell is the matter with you!” Colin shouted as he threw open your bedroom door “I told you that you would be respectful to Scarlett and then you go and talk to her like that!” He yelled. “I’m sorry” you whispered under your breath “I’m not finished!” your dad screamed as he interrupted you “I am running out of options with you y/n, this behaviour has to stop! You are not the only one who lost your mom and it would be nice if you could just appreciate that I am happy. You may not like it but I am with Scarlett now and you are just gonna have to get used to it because this is reality now! I’m getting sick of you.” Colin said as you just sat and took your medicine. He didn’t even give you a chance to explain or apologise before he was out the door, bumping into Scarlett on the way. “You’re supposed to be taking a shower” she said with a disappointed glance. “I’m now going” Colin said in a huff as he brushed her off. “If that’s how you talk to her it’s no wonder she gets riled up so quickly” Scarlett said softly “what would you know? You’re not a mother are you” Colin said as he slammed the bathroom door closed.

Your door was gently pushed open and you glanced up cautiously to see Scarlett carrying through a tray of food. “Brought you some pancakes” she said brightly, slowly depositing the tray atop your desk. You could see the glimmer of sadness behind Scarlett’s eyes “I heard what my dad said to you, I’m sorry” you said. “It’s not your fault y/n” Scarlett said as she sceptically came to sit with you. “If I hadn’t made him angry he wouldn’t of said it, so I’m sorry” you sheepishly said “and I’m sorry for what I said too” the blonde placed her hand on your shoulder in what she hoped was a comforting touch “does he usually speak to you like that when he’s mad?” She asked. “You heard?” You said in an embarrassed tone “could hear him from downstairs” Scarlett replied. “He expects a lot from me, especially since mom died” you frowned. Scarlett had never seen such an angry side to Colin, she found herself feeling somewhat protective over you, despite her unconditional love for your dad. “He shouldn’t have yelled at you like that” the older woman said “he’s just going through a lot” you said, trying to find excuses for your dads behaviour. “So are you” Scarlett said as she rested her arm around your shoulders. You felt tears well up in your eyes and couldn’t resist but to lean into Scarlett’s embrace. You didn’t expect it to be so warm and so comfortable, something that felt almost like home. You forgot for a second that you weren’t basking in the comfort of your mom and sat up quickly to wipe your eyes. “Sorry, you shouldn’t have to deal with me being all hormonal and teenagery” you said while rubbing at your nose with your sleeve “thank you for breakfast” you said ending the conversation. Scarlett smiled as she stood up and left your room.

It was lunchtime when you next dared to venture out of your room, once again in search of food. Silence followed you throughout the large house as you journeyed towards the kitchen. You helped yourself to an apple from the spotless fruit basket on the corner counter. “Hey kiddo” your dad said from behind, startling you slightly. “Hi” you said questioningly over your shoulder, you watched as Colin took a seat at the island counter and assumed he wanted you to do the same. “Y/n I’m sorry about this morning, I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that” Colin said “it’s no excuse but I guess the move has been harder on me than I thought it would. I know you miss your mom sweetie and so do I but I just want you to get along with her” he finished with a face full of regret. “It’s okay, I forgive you” you said quietly before taking the first bite of your apple. “Scarlett said you got a bit upset, it was her who made me realise I was wrong, she was really mad at the way I spoke to you” Colin said with an uncomfortable laugh. “Oh mother of the year everybody” you said sarcastically, making your dad raise his eyebrows at you in a warning way “sorry” you huffed. Assuming the conversation was over you made a break for your bedroom “fancy a movie night later?” Your dad said pausing your movements “the 3 of us, your pick first?” He said as he walked up next to you “I think Scarlett might like another little hug” he said with a cheeky grin. you watched as he went into the living room, slightly annoyed that he knew about your slip up. Deep down, you knew the hug felt nice, but you remained decided - Scarlett isn’t your mom, she never will be.

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benedictscanvas · 1 year

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pick me up at seven - roy kent x reader

pairing: roy kent x fem!reader

word count: 3.1k (they won't all be this long i don't think!!)

warnings: language of course, and this is a little steamy but with no actual smut. my favourite genre HA

request: I can’t find any good Roy fics until your recent one and I’m dying for more 😭 Anyway you could write something else for him? Maybe they’re at a bar and he gets pissed when he sees Jamie flirting w her? (Not a pre established relationship) - @kashee-h

a/n: your wish is my demand!! i'm so happy you enjoyed the first roy fic of what i hope are many to come. this one totally got away from me, i loved writing it so so much, thanks for a request that I really got to make my own! <3

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Roy is the one who’s invited you here. Roy is the one who trekked over to your office at the end of the working day and told you that everyone was going out that evening. Roy is the one who suggested you come, even when you seemed reluctant to join in on what appeared to be an evening for just the players and the coaches. Roy is the one who convinced you that it would be fun, that he’d make sure of it.

All of this is making it very hard for Roy to accept that you are currently sat in a corner booth with someone else. The fact that the person you seemed to be having such an in depth conversation with was Jamie fucking Tartt was the icing on a very shit cake.

He knew he could be having a better night than just sitting on a barstool trying not to watch the two of you, especially when Ted and Beard arrived to get the next round and he didn’t even acknowledge them. They’d hired out a private room, so it was filled with people he generally tolerated the company, some he’d even go as far as to say that he liked. None of that was registering, however.

Jamie leans in when you can’t hear something he’s said and he watches you nod solemnly, duck your head to stare at the floor as if flustered, and he wants to walk right out that door and never come back. Maybe he could get a job at Chelsea, or something.

“Now, what’s wrong, Jeremy Strong?” Ted asks, and Roy has to bite back a ‘fuck off’ so hard he wonders if his lip is bleeding, “You look just about ready to start wreckin’ the place.”

Out of the corner of Roy’s eye, he sees Beard lean in to whisper in Ted’s ear and points over at you. Ted looks surprised. Roy does not want to deal with this.

“You’re telling’ me our very own Mr Kent has his eyes on our very own Miss Y/L/N? Well, that’s just great! She’s sweet as anythin’, good for you, Roy.”

“She’s sweet on Jamie fucking Tartt, more like,” he says, even though he knows he’s being so fucking unfair. He hates it about himself. He knows how hard he’s worked on these feelings, on frustration and anger and jealousy, knows that a few years ago he’d be getting ready to fight Jamie down an alley further through tonight. Now he’s done that work, however, he can recognise the overriding feeling that he’s actually just hurt and that’s so much worse. It’s much easier to be jealous than upset.

“Does this call for an impromptu meeting of the Diamond Dogs?” Ted asks brightly and Roy is only able to stop him after his second howl. Higgins has looked over briefly but Beard signals him to stay where he is.

“Fuck no,” Roy blurts out, then reconsiders. Maybe he could at least talk to Ted, “I just- I was going to tell her. Tonight.”

“Tell her what?” Ted’s doing that thing where he bats his eyelashes like he’s in some sort of rom-com. Beard’s got his head resting in his hand, looking similarly up at Roy. They’re insufferable.

“That I fucking like her, okay? Take those fucking looks off your faces.”

Ted and Beard scramble to look normal but come up short. Ted’s got the awful kind of shit-eating grin on his face that he gets when he sees Sam and Jamie hugging or watches Isaac doing his handshakes with everyone before a game.

“So, you’ve been spending time together? Or are you telling her out of the blue?” Beard pipes up.

Roy thinks that over. You’ve been spending a lot of time together actually. More than anyone at the club would probably even believe. He slips away to your office to eat lunch under the guise of needing a break from the American Circus downstairs. You text him when you’ve brought in ice cream because you know he’ll never say no to ice cream. You’ve met Phoebe. That one was by accident in the park, but you stuck around for four fucking hours and nobody made you.

Still, he wonders whether it would be completely shocking to you or whether you’ve been waiting for him to make a proper move. You’re incredibly difficult to read alongside being so stupidly pretty that sometimes he wants to swear less around you. He doesn’t manage it, of course, but he thinks it.

“Yes, we’ve spent time together. No, I don’t know what that means. Probably doesn’t mean shit to her, not that it would be her fault if she doesn't.”

Ted and Beard tilt their heads simultaneously at him and he wishes he could bash their heads together for a moment.

“But it means somethin’ to you, hey coach? I don’t think Miss Y/N sittin’ with Jamie should stop you from tellin' her how you feel about ‘er, hey coach?”

Roy’s lost track of which coach Ted is even talking to, but Beard chimes in.

“Surely her spending time with Jamie should be all the more incentive to tell her. Find out how she feels. Get that crushing disappointment out of the way now. It’s only downhill from here.”

Roy raises a brow at him as Ted gives him a look. Beard sighs, then picks up his drink and seems to disappear. Ted leans into Roy.

“Him and Jane are on a break again, I’m sorry. Look I’m goin’ to have to go find him but he was right, until he wasn’t. Go get ‘er, Ross Gellar!”

And with that, Ted’s gone too, weaving his way through crowds of people until he’s lost to them. When Roy glances back in your direction, Jamie’s got Colin and Isaac beside him instead and you’re nowhere to be found. He sighs and stands from his barstool, making his way to the exit. Maybe he’d think about what Ted and Beard had said tomorrow: for now, he just wanted to go home.

Except for the fact that when he finally managed to push his way outside to breathe in some fresh air, he found you. Leaning against the wall of the club, with definite tears in your eyes, even under the dim street lamp light. He was going to murder Jamie Tartt, slowly, with rope and paint and suffering involved.

But he knew to take a slightly softer approach with you. If at all possible.

“Hey,” he says quietly, trying not to startle you. You're quick to look up at him, startled anyway, and he grits his teeth as he asks, “Are you alright?”

He doesn’t make any comment about what the fuck Jamie had done to you. Doesn’t think it would be received all that well. Again, he’s biting the inside of his lip harder than ever.

“Yes! Oh god, yes, sorry,” you’re blinking furiously. He admires your resolve when the nearly teary face is quickly replaced by that bright smile that makes him weaker in the knees than he already is, “Fuck, sorry. I’m all good. I’m not sure this is my scene, I was just going to call a taxi.”

There’s an opening. He’ll be damned if he’s not taking it, even though confessing anything is the furthest idea from his mind - he’s much more focused on making sure you’re okay and nobody’s done anything to hurt you. If they have, he's already resigned to a short stint in jail if necessary.

“Do you want to walk?”

“Uh, I mean not really. It’s quite late, so…”

“With me, I mean,” he quickly clarified, wanting to bash his head against the brick wall, “I could walk you home, if you wanted. Or not. That’s fine too.”

“Oh, right,” you’re looking down at your feet as you contemplate it, “That would be nice, if you’re sure. Thank you.”

“It’s nothing,” he insists, falling into step beside you as you begin to walk. He wants to give you his jacket and maybe his shirt too with the way you’re shivering, but he can’t bring himself to do it. He’s a fucking coward, but he will get to the bottom of what’s the matter if its the last thing he does, “You gonna tell me what’s wrong now?”

You huff out a frustrated sigh, at him, at yourself, he isn’t sure.

“I made a fucking fool of myself tonight,” you say eventually, and he can’t even imagine you doing that, “I thought…god, it doesn’t matter what I thought. Everything just feels worse when its…1:30 in the morning, don’t you think?”

You’d lifted his hand to check his watch before you said the time. Again, he wanted to hold on, but he let you drop his hand and it just went limp.

“It fucking does, yeah. Don’t think you could make a fucking fool of yourself if you tried though. Not around us lot.”

Your family, he heard Ted’s voice in his head. He was not fucking saying that. To his surprise, you let out a loud bark of a laugh at his words and he was staring at the side of your face as you spoke out into the dark air.

“I thought you were coming to pick me up tonight, you know?” you began, and his heart drops to his shoes. You’re upset about him?

“What?”

“Something you said earlier, when you asked me to come. You asked where I lived, then told me it would be a twenty minute walk to get there. Then you said ‘see you at seven’.”

He could have stopped walking. He had said that, but he was just trying to help you plan out your timings for the evening - you’d mentioned to him once that you were known for having some time blindness when you were getting ready for things. Of course he should have realised how fucking stupid that was, how much that sounded like he would come and walk with you.

He would have fucking loved to walk with you.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed, far too loudly for the quiet night that surrounded you. You carried on undeterred, shaking your head. He could see your frustration was at yourself now, and he hated himself even more than he had earlier.

“My fault for assuming, I know. But that’s why I was so late. And when I arrived, trying talk myself into not feeling like a twat, you were already over with Dani and Isaac and Bumbercatch, clearly never intending to come pick me up. Which, why would you, of course. I just…felt shit. Jamie tried to help, bless him, but I just wanted to go home, honestly.”

Roy is the biggest idiot on the planet. He wants to go back into the club and hug Jamie for looking after you, then ask him to punch him in the face. Roy could punch something, anything right now, but he just grits his teeth.

“I’m-” he grunts when his voice comes out all strangled, “I’m really fucking sorry, Y/N. I’m the fucking twat. I was asking where you lived and that to help you with that fucking time blindness thing you told me about. Should’ve known how it sounded though. Fucking idiot.”

He directed the last comment at himself, kicking a stone he’d found on the pavement. He kept his eyes firmly trained on his shoes as the two of you continued walking, now at a significantly slower pace. Your eyes were burning a hole in the side of his face.

There was a silence that stretched on as you stared at him, until-

“Fucking hell,” you groaned, “That’s so fucking sweet. You’re the worst.”

He doesn’t know if he can remember being called sweet before. Phoebe was often excessively complimentary of him in a way that made him uncomfortable, but sweet had never come up. He didn’t feel sweet.

“I am the worst,” he grunted, spiralling, “Making you feel so shit. Ruining your fucking night. I was the one who convinced you in the first place and now you’ve had a shit fucking time and I’m the worst.”

He’s a little out of breath and loud again by the end of his rant. The two of you have stopped walking. You kick the toe of your heel against his shoe, placating.

“No, you’re the worst ‘cause you keep giving me all this hope. I fucking hate hope, no matter what Ted says,” you chuckle to yourself, and he’s not sure what you’re saying but he’s peering into your now smiling expression as he tries to work it out, “Look, do you like me or not? You’re a good guy Roy and either way, I’m grateful that you’re walking me home. I just think if I ask, maybe I can just feel like a twat for the night and get it over with by tomorrow.”

“Do I…like you?”

He sounds thick. He feels thick. Feels like his mouth is full of honey that his tongue is having to wade through to even speak to you. It’s stuck to the bottom of his mouth, heavy.

“Yeah. As in, do you just enjoy eating lunch with me or do you ever look at me and just want to kiss me? Cause I do that all the fucking time, Roy, but I can’t be arsed to dance around it anymore.”

You look really tired as you stare up at him, but he feels more energised than ever. You’ve both just established that he’s the absolute worst, and yet here he is, with everything he could’ve wanted right in front of him. You, looking fucking gorgeous and looking at him like that? Even getting a job at Chelsea wouldn’t help him against you - he was gone.

There’s a smirk on his face that he can’t bite back as he takes your face in both his hands and revels in the gasp he can pull from you. He should have known you’d be the first to say something. You weren’t the coward he was.

“Let’s not fuck about then, yeah?”

Low and breathy. You respond with a nod so eager that he’s practically grinning when he pulls you in. It’s quickly replaced by a hunger he’s been keeping at bay, allowing his hands to slide into your hair as he deepens the kiss almost as soon as it’s started. He can feel your hands clutching at the lapels on his jacket, but he’s more excited when you throw your arms around his neck instead, tugging on the hair at the base of his head.

He growls and you actually whimper. It’s like he’s been set on fucking fire. Like he’s been struck by lightning.

When he pulls away for air, you stay close, peppering kisses along the scruff of his jaw, up the side of his face and back down again. He holds you to him tightly around your waist and feels wanted. He’s wanted you for so long, but to be wanted in return, so openly, it’s both hot and meaningful. He’s not sure anyone’s ever told him they liked him before. Most models he’d dated were pretty sold on the idea that he had to make all the moves.

Still, when you begin trailing kisses down his neck and there’s a hand on the top button of his shirt, he has enough sense about him to stop you. Even if he really doesn’t want to.

“I don’t know what street this is,” he breathes out, low voice little more than a rumble, “But maybe we don't give your neighbours a fucking show.”

You look thoroughly kissed when you look back at him, but he doesn’t think it’ll ever be enough. He leans in to kiss you once more to punctuate his sentence, watching as you duck your head, all shy, even though your arms are still around him. He knows now that when you ducked your head with Jamie, you were embarrassed. This is you properly flustered and it’s one of his favourite looks on you.

“Good call, yeah. Okay. I’m- I’m just around this corner, I think.”

“You think?”

“Shut up, you,” you whack him lightly on the shoulder, as the two of you resume walking, “Think you can make it all the way there?”

“I’d carry you if my knee wasn’t fucked,” he admits, watching you with a lopsided smile, “Really fucking like you, by the way. If that wasn’t proof. Thought you should hear me fucking say it.”

You close your eyes in a little half laugh - giddy, he thinks.

“Well, I did wonder. We’ve spent a lot of time together the last few weeks for someone who doesn’t like spending time with people.”

“Your first clue,” he agrees, taking your hand with pride now as the two of you keep walking, turning the corner towards your house. The pace is a lot quicker than it was before. He hopes he knows why, “I’ll be less of a fucking idiot now. Promise.”

“Eh, don’t worry,” you shrug, letting go of his hand only to thread your arm through his and take hold of his hand again, even tighter, “Nothing sexier than fucking idiots. I like my men with no thoughts behind their eyes.”

He properly laughs at that, head tilted back, feeling your head against his arm as you laugh with him. You slow down, gesturing left. Your house. The two of you walk down the drive until you’re at the door, face to face again and Roy is having a small internal battle.

“Look, I know you said no show for the neighbours,” you begin, almost nervously, “But does that mean a…private show is totally off the table too?”

He watches you picking at your nails. Can’t help it. He pulls you in for another breathless kiss, just to watch you come alive again, confident and fucking into him, however much of a miracle it seems. You pull away this time, clearly keen for an answer, but he groans.

“Tryin’ to be a fucking gentleman, here. Why don’t we do dinner tomorrow? Proper date. And I’ll fucking pick you up.”

You giggle. Still, there’s a glint in your eyes, as you sigh melodramatically.

“That does sound nice. Only thing is, there could be an intruder in here, you know? So, and I’ll only ask once more and then I promise I’ll let you go if you say no, but maybe you should walk me to my bedroom? To make sure I’m safe, you know? And then you can pay for my breakfast in the morning like a good old fashioned gentleman, if you want.”

You’re looking up at him, all hopeful again. His resolve is dwindling. You spin your keys around one finger and its a simple gesture, but it’s the final straw.

“I’m paying for your fucking lunch too,” he growls, diving into you once again. He’s beside himself when he hears you mutter a faint ‘thank fuck’ as you fumble to unlock the door and all but drag him inside.

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if you've read this far, i fucking love you, you beautiful sunflower <3 requests open for this angry man and his favourite jamie tartt if you're interested!!

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enkas-illusion · 10 months

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3, 2, 1… Blow The Candle

Fandom / Pairing: Jujutsu Kaisen / Geto Suguru x f!reader

Rating: NSFW/Explicit - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Genre/Theme: Established relationship; non-sorcery au

Content warning: fluff, eventual smut, oral (m.receiving), explicit sexual content, language, angst, sexually frustrated Geto.

Summary: What is the best birthday gift for Suguru, you ask? Riling him up till he reaches his breaking point before surprising him on his birthday with a gift he’ll never forget (aka, you give him the best head he’s ever received).

Author's Note: Hello, I was down bad for Suguru, wanting to give him the glock-glock 9000 and boom, this one-shot was born. I was too lazy to write the entire smut scene but let me know if you’d like a Part 2, I could use the extra motivation T.T

Thank you for reading!

~ Eren’s Birdie

Song Dedication: Religion by Lana Del Rey

Geto Suguru wasn't the kind to celebrate his birthdays with much enthusiasm — it's not that he hated them… he just couldn't care less about them. For him, it was just a reminder of another year passing. And although he never said it out loud for fear of sounding too cheesy, he cared more about the time he got to spend with his people.

So this year, you wanted to please your boyfriend in a way that he preferred, giving him a good time that would be hard to forget. You’d both taken leaves from work for tomorrow to get some alone time all day together before going out for dinner with friends.

With just a few hours till midnight, you were making mental notes of everything you had planned for tomorrow, ticking each item off your checklist. Last year, you’d gotten him an electric guitar, based on Satoru’s recommendation – which Suguru loved, of course, but he had joked that you could simply bake him a cake and he’d be the happiest man on earth.

Which was ironic coming from someone who’d constantly bombard you with flowers and presents for relationship milestones and celebrations that were days or even months away. Suguru was all for spoiling his girl but when it came to receiving, his love language was, more often than not, physical touch.

And that’s what you decide you’d do. Your plan was to make tonight extra special. So, while you had materialistic gifts lined up, you had other things in mind to please the birthday boy.

You’d asked a friend to bake a batch of hash brownies, paying extra for good quality stuff, since you knew that’s how Suguru liked it – he was the type to easily distinguish good quality weed from the subpar one.

You’d also ordered a custom made jersey of his favourite rugby team with his birth date ‘03’ on the back. Since Suguru can sniff out a surprise in an instant, you’d taken extra steps to get it delivered at Satoru’s address instead of yours.

On your way back from work in the evening, you’d received a call from your boyfriend, asking if you could bring take-out since he was too occupied with work to take on dinner duties tonight. You’d agreed, secretly cheering as it would be the perfect opportunity to make a few stops to pick up the brownies from your friend’s and the jersey from Satoru’s place.

When you arrive home to find him seated at the dining table, eyes fixed on the table, you almost fear that he’d gotten back earlier than expected.

“Baby, weren’t you working till late?” you question as you place the food parcel on the table before walking towards him to place a kiss on his temple. He brings his hand up to give you a side hug, not peeling his eyes off the screen.

“I am, I brought the work laptop home since I figured it’d take too long… would rather work here till late than at the office.”

“Will you be working late into the night?” you ask, feeling a bit disappointed.

“Oh no, I’d be done before midnight hopefully… I know your obsession with wanting to be the first to wish me.” he chuckles. You quickly make an excuse of freshening up to hide your handbag into the cupboard, before returning to the living room again for dinner.

When you’re done with dinner, he quickly gets back to typing away hastily on his laptop. You quietly make your way to the bedroom, locking it behind you. You take the jersey, the box of brownies and other gifts out of your fully stuffed handbag… thanking the heavens for the nth time that your boyfriend was too focused on work to notice anything odd.

After wrapping his gifts and stacking them away in the cupboard, you take your time to shower and shave for the special occasion. You put on a white, skimpy, lace lingerie that leaves barely anything to the imagination before wearing his rugby jersey on top. You twirl in front of the mirror, noting that the jersey nearly covers your ass but would ride up easily if you bent down.

Your heart beats faster as you place a pair of leather handcuffs in a red paper box with black ribbon, placing it next to the box of brownies on the bed. You knew things were going to get wild so you recall your safe word ‘monkey’ just in case, but don’t fixate on it much since you trusted your boyfriend to know just how much he can push you before it gets too much.

You had mentally prepared yourself for a sexually frustrated Suguru since you hadn’t allowed him to touch you for about 15 days now, which was the longest he’d gone without your touch ever since you started living together almost more than a year ago.

Usually you’d run to him to fuck you on your period since it always helped you with your cramps, but for the first week, it became an excuse to act cranky and bratty, which he took without complaining. You were aware that you probably shouldn’t press his buttons so much since his payback would be 10 times worse but you couldn’t help yourself since it was just so damn easy to rile him up. It revealed his animalistic side in bed, leaving no room for the gentle lover that he sometimes was, and you were a sucker for that.

You loved being ravaged by him because the aftercare was even better. Besides, it wasn’t easy for you either, to act so dumb and innocent in front of him while actively trying to seduce him throughout this whole week. You wanted nothing more than to jump his bones when he wasn’t even trying to seduce you. Your boyfriend was simply existing and it was enough to get you wet.

At the beginning of your relationship, he’d quickly realised you were on par with him when it came to being horny to the point of borderline sex addict. For a short time, he had your number saved as ‘my succubus <3’ briefly to tease how much you craved his touch all the damn time. It didn’t last for long however, since you made him change it back to your name when Satoru accidentally read it when you’d called Suguru’s phone and started calling you that out loud at insanely inappropriate times in public.

So imagine your boyfriend’s surprise and confusion when you, of all people, were asking for space because you ‘simply don’t feel like it.’ He respected your wishes, being a respectful gentleman, not wanting to overwhelm you.

Though you knew his patience was wearing thin and almost broke 3 days ago. You’d gotten out of the shower and dropped your towel to the ground as you paced around the room naked, taking longer than usual to decide what dress to put on, moving your hips seductively to The Weeknd’s more explicit and dirtier songs playing softly on your phone. He’d muttered a ‘for fuck’s sake’ before making his way to the bathroom for a quick shower, trying to calm himself down. He only stepped out of the bathroom when he was certain you’d left the house, a few moments after gently knocking on the bathroom door to inform him that you were leaving for work.

When Satoru had asked you why Suguru had been more irritated for the last two weeks, you told him about denying him sex to rile him up. Satoru chuckled, calling you devil incarnate… maybe so, but this devil was sure going to have the time of her life soon so it was a win-win for you.

As you spray on some perfume you know he loves, you hear his voice call out your name. You check the time and gasp – it’s 11:49PM. You place the red box on the bed for later, checking yourself out and fixing your hair one last time before opening the bedroom door.

“Baby, did you fall asleep?” Suguru speaks while sliding it into the bag and placing it on the coffee table. His back is turned to you so you think he doesn’t notice you tip-toeing into the living room.

“And here I was thinking you almost forgot it’s my birthd-” he abandons the joke, his words getting caught in his throat when his eyes land on you as he turns around.

“Hi,” you giggle sheepishly, suddenly conscious about the way his eyes roam over your body. But you snap out of it just as quickly.

Pull yourself together – you have a plan to execute, a mission to accomplish!

“Sugu, do you like your present? The jersey?” you ask, feigning innocence as you twirl in place. He’s checking you out shamelessly with a devilish look on his face, “Love it.”

“Hmm. Maybe you should put it on to see if it fits.” you reply as you seductively remove the top and toss it at him. He catches it, a cocky smile plastered on his face as he observes your antics in amusement – so this is what the forced abstinence was about.

“You’re right, we really should make sure it fits.” he peels off his own shirt before putting the jersey on in one swift motion.

“Perfect.” you smile at him as you walk to where he’s standing near the sofa, your hands landing on his chest as you caress the fabric gently to smoothen the crinkles.

You could melt under how intense his gaze feels. You bite your lip as you blush, hands moving up to rest on his shoulders. He gives your ass a firm squeeze before lightly spanking it, causing you to yelp in surprise as his arms snake around your waist, trapping you.

“Baby, you are in so much trouble tonight.” he brings his lips closer to your ear, biting your earlobe.

“I’m counting on it.” you giggle at the tingling sensation of his lips on your neck. You pull yourself out of his arms and he lets you, following behind when you guide him by his wrist to settle him on the sofa.

“Let me make it up to you, birthday boy,” you say, bending down in front of him, intertwining your fingers with his to pin them to his sides.

You kiss him softly and ever so slowly before letting it deepen. Even with you trying your best to not let him touch you just yet, you know it's a useless effort given that your strength is nothing compared to his. Suguru tightens his grip, fingers still tightly intertwined with yours as he moves your hands to your lower back to lock them there.

You try to wiggle your hands out of his hold and feel him letting go. You try to take back control but his rough grip on your hips indicates otherwise as he pulls your body onto his till you're straddling him.

You let out a groan as you put your hands on his chest and pull away to catch your breath, feeling his hard poke against your ass. Your hand reaches to your side to pull his wrist to your face as you check his watch, the screen lighting up just on time as 11:59PM turns to 12:00AM.

“Happy…” you give him a small peck on his forehead, “Birthday…” another one on the tip of his nose, “Babyyy.” last one landing on his lips.

He's smiling into the kiss as his grip relaxes a bit. You take the opportunity to slowly move down till you’re kneeling between his legs. You hastily unbutton his pants and he lifts his hips up to let you take them off completely.

Your hand strokes his dick as you lick the tip gently. You slide down his foreskin to reveal his wet tip, your mouth watering at the sight – Suguru might just have the prettiest dick you’ve ever seen.

“Missed this lil’ guy so much.” You tease and he lets out a snort, if there’s one thing that Suguru will never take an offence at is you joking about his dick, it simply doesn’t faze him – and why would it? He knows he’s big.

Your tongue rolls over his tip, causing him to sink down into the sofa, spreading his legs out further. You lick up the base before taking a few inches in your mouth as you hear your boyfriend let out a low groan.

He rests his head back as his eyes close, enjoying the way your tongue feels on his cock after so long. The peace doesn't last however, when his phone rings in the pocket of his pants.

Mouth still connected to him, you reach a hand down to where his pants are bundled up and pull out his phone to silence it, tossing it onto the sofa next to him. You look up at his face as your mouth moves up and down his length.

His phone rings again in a few seconds.

“For fucks sake…” he mutters as he looks at who's calling. You release his dick from your mouth, letting your hand take over.

“Who is it?” You ask, kissing at the base.

“Satoru.” he sighs, running his hands through his hair in frustration, “He's gonna keep calling till I answer.”

“It's okay, go ahead,” you assure him, your hands still.

He nods as he answers the call. But right as he's about to greet his best friend on the other end, you take him in your mouth, letting his tip hit the back of your throat slightly as you steady your hands on his thighs.

Suguru cusses out a loud ‘fuck’ as his hands move to your hair, gripping at your strands to steady your movements.

“Hello?” You can hear Satoru's confused tone.

“Sorry… I hit my… elbow.” Suguru speaks into the phone, almost mumbling the excuse, eyes closing as he tries to collect his thoughts.

“Happy birthdayyyyyy best frienddd!” You hear the blondie's sing-song squeal.

“Thank you Satoru.” Suguru says rather plainly, trying to sound as serious as he can. You’re determined to break him though, so you suck him the way only you know makes him lose his mind each time.

He moans as his hand wraps around your hair to take it in a makeshift ponytail. He yanks it… you know it's his way of asking you to behave.

“I was honestly gonna knock on your door with a cake at midnight… but my favourite bakery was closed since the owner's away… thankfully, she'll be here tomorrow so I'll see you in the morning with only the best cake ever! Soooo what were you up to?” you hear Satoru's rambling on the other end, loving that him being so talkative is wearing Suguru’s patience out.

Your hands move to massage his balls and the base of his cock while your head bops in a steady rhythm, earning a soft groan as he moves his phone away from his face, putting it on mute.

“Careful baby, this is your only warning.” he groans before unmuting. You release his dick with a pop.

Satoru is still going on when you hear him ask if he's the first to wish Suguru. Just as your boyfriend opens his mouth to speak, you lick at his sensitive tip, almost causing him to moan. He clears his throat to cover it up as he struggles to speak, “yeah… you are.”

“No way! So I beat your girl to it?!” Satoru rejoices.

“Yeah you did… She’s aslee- I’d hate to… wake her up… Bye.” Surugu cuts the call, not waiting for a reply. He tosses his phone to the side, eyes staring you down as you keep on blowing him.

“Baby, if you enjoy having your face stuffed so much…” his grip on your hair tightens while his other hand caresses your cheek briefly, deceitfully gentle, “... let me show you how it’s done.”

Before you can register his words, you feel his dick hit the back of your throat, tears instantly welling in your eyes. You choke, letting out a few muffled moans and whimpers as he face fucks you, taking back his control.

The intensity feels too much but not enough for you to bail just yet. For times like these, where you cannot speak, you had a safe gesture, tapping his ass thrice on repeat… he’d protested initially by suggesting you do something else but you’d justified it by saying this was the only action that would seem out of place. He has accepted by now that, when it comes to arguments, he can never really win against you. He gave in eventually, still confident you wouldn’t ever need to use it cause, “I’m sure you’ll take anything I give you like a good girl.” One would say he was being too cocky but his words were like holy scripture, you obeyed every single word.

Within minutes, he’s warning you that he’s about to cum, since he knows you’ve never really been a fan of swallowing. He’s about to pull out to cum on your tits but you swat his hand away, surprising him by sucking him even more fervently. Such a simple action is enough to make him lose his mind. He shoots his load into the back of your throat, warm liquid filling your mouth as you struggle to swallow it all.

When he pulls his cock out, a string of saliva connects it with your lips. You bring the back of your hand up to wipe your lips while he leans down to wipe your tears off your cheeks.

As he observes the black residue of mascara on his fingers, you grip his thighs for support as you stand up. He looks back at you, “God… I love you.”

“I love you too Suguru.” you smile at him as he digs his fingers into the flesh of your thighs, pulling you closer to kiss your abdomen. You giggle and run your fingers through his hair. He brings his arms up to secure them around your lower back before tackling you to the sofa in one quick motion, moving to position himself on top of you.

“SUGURU! I almost had a heart a-” he shuts up your complaint with a kiss and you let your words melt as you kiss him back, moaning at the way his hands rake whatever area of your skin they can find.

Your hands automatically move to his hair as he leaves hungry half kisses over your neck, making his way down to one of your breasts. He licks and bites the hard bud from over your bra, causing you to whimper at the touch. He repeats the action on your other nipple as wet patches form on the fabric.

Your breath hitches when you feel two fingers rub at your clothed pussy, already wet with your arousal.

“Wait… Sugu– please, wait.” you breathe out as he rubs your folds with more pressure.

“Baby, I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep without fucking you tonight.” he groans as his eyes find yours, his face contorted.

“Suguru, I’m not letting you sleep a wink tonight…” you reassure him, cupping his face in your hands to give him a quick peck, “... but please take me to the bedroom first, I might have another present or two for you.”

#erensbirdie #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujutsukaisen x reader #geto x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #geto smut #geto suguru #jjk geto

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whumpshaped · 10 months

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Whumpee going into a toy shop and being turned into a doll by the sinister proprietor!

-- @oliversrarebooks

tw doll whump, magic whump, kidnapping, captivity, multiple whumpees, noncon drugging, dehumanisation, lady whump

“Your dolls are beautiful,” Whumpee said in complete awe, trying to take in the entirety of the shop at once. “They’re so… realistic. They’re gorgeous.”

The shopkeeper smiled and stood up from their chair, placing their current sewing project on the desk before circling around to stand beside Whumpee. “Thank you. I can give you a little tour, if you like. Or you can just point at any doll and ask whatever you wish to know about them.”

Whumpee’s face lit up. “Oh, I have so many questions. Are you sure it’s okay? I’m pretty sure I don’t have the funds to buy such fine art…”

“It’s a slow day,” they said pleasantly. “Every day is slow when you sell dolls, honestly. Especially ones like these. People are either scared to approach them, or don’t even want to come in if they can’t purchase anything. I rarely get to ramble.”

“It’s a crime, really. There must be so much to say about them.” Whumpee walked over to one close to their own size, staring into its brutally realistic eyes. It felt like they had life behind them. “How did you come up with the idea?”

“I’ve always liked dolls. It was only natural that eventually, I would figure out a way to make them. And here I am.”

“How long does it take to make a doll like this?”

“Oh, months, dearest.”

Whumpee nodded, not surprised in the least. The doll was a real work of art — all of them were. “And you make them all on your own?”

“For the most part, yes. But the dolls themselves do the heavy-lifting. They have so much personality… All I have to do is accentuate it.”

Whumpee looked at the tag that had been adorably tied to the doll’s hairband, reading the name and the price off of it. They could never even dream of purchasing something like this. “Belladonna…”

“I just call her Bella,” the shopkeeper said with the sort of fondness in their voice that made Whumpee feel like the doll had been created a long time ago, sitting in the store without any potential buyers for a while now. “I made her five years ago, I believe. One of my first dolls.”

“Five years… It looks– well, new. I would’ve never guessed.”

“Yes, dear Bella holds up very well under my care.” They stepped up to the doll and ran their fingers through its long, silky hair affectionately, fixing some frizz in the process. “Patiently awaiting her knight in shining armour. Isn’t that right, sweet?”

The doll was so realistic, Whumpee half-expected it to respond; it didn’t, of course. That might’ve put Whumpee off doll-shopping too. “I’m sure the knight is on their way,” they said warmly.

“Good afternoon!” Whumpee said with a wide grin as they walked into the shop, breathing in the scent of flowers and beeswax.

“Good afternoon.” Whumper had the usual serene smile on their face, and a half-finished garment in their hands.

“Has there been a purchase?” they asked, looking around. “It feels so empty for some reason. Someone’s missing.”

“Oleander, but she’s merely in the backroom.”

Over the past few weeks, Whumpee had gotten used to all the dolls being named after flowers and plants; poisonous ones at that. When asked, Whumper simply said they liked the ring of them, and well, they were their dolls, after all. They could name them whatever they wanted.

“How come?” They walked up to the desk and started poking around in the bowl of decorative candy, picking out their favourite flavour and popping it into their mouth. “Did something happen?”

“Her hair wasn’t doing very well in this humid weather. She needed a more controlled environment.”

Whumpee nodded, eyes glued to the fabric in Whumper’s lap. “That’s a very pretty purple. Very… royal, I guess. Noble.”

The shopkeeper glanced up at them, noting the candy in their mouth with a soft smile. “Yes, we could say that. It feels expensive, too.” They chuckled. “And it was. But only the best for my dolls.”

“Can I touch it?”

“Be my guest.”

Whumpee walked around the desk and gently ran the back of their hand over the fabric, humming in agreement. “It does feel very luxurious. Is it for a new doll?”

“It is, actually. I have been working on the doll themself for a few weeks now, and I think they’ll turn out to be quite spectacular. I wanted a dress to match that.”

“Do you have a name in mind, yet?”

“Lantana, I think. Tana. Or maybe Hydrangea,” they mused. “Angie.”

“Tough choice.” Whumpee wandered out into the open area again, checking on the dolls one by one. They had almost become friends in this short time. “I think I like Lantana better, personally. It sounds softer.”

“Oh, I could never,” Whumpee said quietly, voice filled with adoration and want. The dress had turned out absolutely breathtaking, and Whumper wanted them to try it on? The offer was beyond tempting, but what if they ruined it? What if they tore it by accident? It was made for a doll, there was no way they would fit into it.

Though they had become quite frail recently. They were pretty sure they’d become sick with something, but the doctors could never tell them anything. Whumper was the only person willing to take them seriously, always offering healing herbal teas and candies from their own personal stash. A kindness Whumpee didn’t feel like they deserved.

Whumper gave them a reassuring smile. “I would love to see it on you. Please.”

Whumpee had no idea why they nodded so easily. Why they just went along with whatever Whumper wanted by this point. Why their wants always seemed to align so perfectly. “O-okay.”

“It’s going to be alright.”

The dress was dazzling: hours and hours of work, all by hand, frill and lace and flowers adorning every inch of it — and they were about to try it on.

They were playing with the piece of candy in their mouth, nervously pushing it from one side to the other with their tongue. It didn’t help with the fuzzy feeling in their head, but at least it seemed to soothe their worries, just like the teas and the scented candles around the shop.

Whumper gently helped them get dressed in the backroom, and despite all of Whumpee’s worries about the size, the dress fit them perfectly. It was as if it had been made specifically for them.

“Wow,” they breathed, barely believing the mirror in front of them. “I look…”

“Beautiful,” Whumper whispered, their expression full of fondness and warmth.

“Like a doll,” Whumpee added with a small smile. The flowery scent was so strong in this room, it almost made them want to close their eyes and drift off. “Though… I think I should take it off. I feel a little dizzy. I can’t imagine what it’d do to the dress if I were to fall.”

“Of course.” Whumper carefully helped them out of it, skilled fingers quickly untying the bows that held it all in place. “You can sit down behind the desk outside.”

Whumper turned the key in the lock, opening their shop for the day. They hung their coat and turned the lights on, illuminating the faces of all their precious dolls, sitting and standing in all different positions, just as they’d left them the day before.

“Beautiful weather today,” they said casually. “People will be out walking, for sure. Hopefully, some of them decide to visit.”

They checked on the dolls one by one, gently fixing their dresses and brushing their hair. They were humming as they worked, filling the air with magic soft as silk, wrapping around their beloveds’ minds like a comforting blanket. It was impossible to escape; the sedative scent of the candles, the taste of candy infused with traces of poisonous plants, the alluring tune of their song.

All of them had been caught as soon as they entered the shop and expressed interest. It was only a matter of time before their inevitable demise.

Once the soul left their bodies, it was easy to trap the delicate thing and tuck it away into a little jar, just until Whumper was ready to put it right back in its place. Making sure the fragile human body was prepared to withstand an eternity in the condition they’d received it in was a finicky process, but one Whumper found greatly satisfying.

They walked into the backroom to check the state of their newest acquisition, noting with a pleased smile that the body was finally ready. They took the glass bottle with Whumpee’s matching soul in it, uncorking it and raising it to their doll’s lips to allow it slip back inside.

Whumpee’s glassy eyes were suddenly filled with life, confusion and fear taking the place of the blank, corpse-like stare. Only for a moment, though. Only until Whumper ran their fingers through their hair, gently shushing them.

“The dress really does look gorgeous on you,” they cooed. “I can’t wait to put you on display, so everyone else can admire you too.”

The soft chime of the bell above the door signalled the new customer’s arrival, and Whumper greeted them with a smile. They seemed entirely mesmerised by the doll collection, asking all manner of questions after Whumper assured them it was fine to do so.

The stranger spent a few moments looking at the tag that had been adorably tied to one of the dolls’ hairbands, reading the name out loud. “Lantana…”

“I just call them Tana,” they said fondly. “They’re the latest addition to the family.”

#asks #oliversrarebooks #whump #whump drabble #doll whump #magic whump #kidnapping #captivity #multiple whumpees #noncon drugging #dehumanisation #lady whump

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confusedblakex · 1 year

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Soulmate AU Series: Katsuki Bakugo

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo X Reader (GN)

Summary: The day you get your soulmark, except you didn't find your soulmate the way you expected

Wordcount: 628

Warnings: Cussing (it's Bakugo)

Requested by: No one

Inspired by: This post by @dashielldeveron , this post by @haitani-trash and this post by @virtual--hug

Notes: Reader’s quirk hasn’t been decided yet, please drop suggestions in the comments and I’ll pick the one I think works the best

Last edited: 07th April 2023

Prologue

You woke up startled, your alarm catching you off guard. You’d stayed up late last night trying to wait until midnight, but you must have fallen asleep too early.

Cautiously, you looked yourself over, quickly spotting the words written on the inside of your left wrist in small, fine writing.

‘What the fuck?!’

You groaned to yourself. It definitely could have been worse, but it was also a somewhat generic phrase. You’d have to come up with a really good comeback for it, so they’d definitely know you two were soulmates… Unless you spoke first.

Wait, what if it was last words and not first words?

Deciding to leave it for now, you readied yourself for school, replying to text messages of congratulation as you were going.

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You sat through classes that day as though nothing had happened. There were many people congratulating you and asking about your soulmark, but the hype calmed down as soon as they had figured out no one in the class had a matching soulmark type.

“I’m pretty sure Shinso has the first words soulmark,” Izuku offered, and while you thanked him for it, you didn’t really see the point. Fate would take it’s course, and today was only the first day.

“Sounds like something Bakugo would say,” Jiro joked with you at lunch, and you laughed with her. She wasn’t wrong.

You wouldn’t admit it out loud, but part of you was sad that your soulmate was no one in your class. Your eye has been drawn to a small few of them, and Bakugo was included. Yes, he very obviously had issues, but it was something you’d had a long time to think about. You’d liked to think he had a hidden romantic side, though that might just be you being hopeless.

Once you were back in class, you stood next to Jiro’s desk to speak with her and Tokoyami. The topics of conversation were the usual, and then the topic of your birthday on top of that.

“So…” Jiro stared.

“So?” You parroted, confused.

“Jiro and I got you a birthday gift,” Tokoyami revealed, a small smile on his face (beak?).

“Yep! We got concert tickets - for you and us, of course,” Jiro revealed, pulling three physical tickets from her bag. You noticed the pattern on them and were taken aback by the logo of your favourite music artist.

In your surprise and gratitude, you weren’t prepared to feel a smack against your rear. In a moment of uncertainty and annoyance that someone had ruined your moment, you spun around and smacked - who you expected to be Kaminari - square in the face.

It was not, in fact, Kaminari.

“What the fuck?!”

It was Bakugo. Ohhhh shit.

You didn’t take him to be the type of person to just go around smacking people’s butts. That, however, didn’t mean he didn’t deserve it still.

You were about to yell back, argue, when you were suddenly stopped by a burning sensation on your left wrist. You looked down to see your soulmark fade and disappear.

Bakugo must have felt it too, as the mark on his face was fading.

The room settled to silence and, though you were still furious, you were lost to confusion. Then it sunk in.

“You’ve got to be fucking with me…” he grumbled and proceeded to trudge over to his desk and sit down.

Conversation in the room slowly started back up, some people applauding you and others concerned for you.

“Well… I didn’t see that happening,” Tokoyami said as looked to Jiro, who looked back at him with the same look.

“Help, I think I’m having an existential crisis.” You muttered as you sank down to the floor, wishing to become a puddle.

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Bonus:

“Are you kidding me?” Jiro groaned as she reluctantly passed the 2000 yen note to the yellow-haired boy.

“Did you really have to be so brazen about it?” She asked.

“Hey, it wasn’t simple!” Kaminari retorted, stuffing the note into his wallet, “Getting Bakugo to stand there and then make sure no one saw? I think I did quite well,”

“OI! PIKACHU, I'M GONNA KILL YOU FOR THAT!”

“Oh shi-!”

#x reader #x male reader #x gender neutral reader #bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugo #bnha #mha #bnha x reader #mha x reader #reader insert #soulmate au #soulmates

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judysxnd · 9 months

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Hey

Can you write some protective possessive pedro? And can it be long please?

Took some time to get inspired on this one. Hope you like it!

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jealous, adj. "feeling or showing a resentful suspicion that one's partner is attracted to or involved with someone else."

That's how Pedro was feeling looking at this picture he was seeing everywhere on the medias. His girlfriend walking in the streets, late at night, with this guy. He knew that you would never do anything, he trusted you. But he didn't trust this guy, he never saw him before. Sure Y/n talked about it a few times before, but that was it. What he hated the most was how every socials he went on he could see this picture, captioned with some bullshit about them dating. So what? Pedro's away filming for two months and that's it? No more relationship? He really was sick of this society, this mentality.

He didn't know what to do though. Everything was great with Y/n. Despite the fact of being away, they were calling each other a lot, texting a lot, nothing was wrong. Was it? Maybe something was happening, how could he know? He could only see pieces of what she was doing. She did tell him that she was going out with friends a lot, but that's it.

All he knew is that everyone thought she was single again, and that she was enjoying this very much. I guess that's what happens when none of them are posting much on socials and definitely barely anything about each other. But seeing those pictures and comments on her posts made him sick to his stomach. He wanted to post his favourite picture of you on his ig, showing the world that she was his, as much as he was her's. But you both decided not to, to try and keep a private life as much as you could.

He always managed to get over the comments, the cheesy pick up lines that she had in her comments, I mean, to be fare, he was receiving them too and Y/n never said a thing. That's why he kept it to himself, maybe joking about it once or twice to try and see her reaction. But now that he was away, he was scared. Scared of losing his girlfriend.

His thoughts stopped for a second when he got the notification that Y/n posted on instagram, to which he went to see immediately. With already a thousands likes, he saw her smiling next to her friend which he recognised too fast. The same guy from the pictures, from the dating rumours. He felt hot for a second, his body temperature rising. The caption made him feel a bit better: "he doesn't know that I arranged him a date, wish him luck". Oh how sweet she is. How beautiful she is in this shiny black dress.

Pedro wanted to leave a comment, he was thinking what to say. But while he was thinking, his eyes moved onto the comments already there. Again, flirting men drooling over her, commenting pick up lines that would never work with anyone. But his eyes widened at one particular comment. Not really a comment, but more specifically a like. Y/n liked not one, but a few flirting comments. He didn't like it. He, in fact, hated it. Not even leaving a comment, he threw his phone away before going back on set.

Pedro was supposed to come back on Friday this week, but decided to make it back home a few days before. He couldn't stand to be away from his girlfriend nor being controlled by social medias. There was a reason he was avoiding them and that is one. He would only feel better once he would back home, so he decided to surprise his precious girlfriend and fly back home in LA on Tuesday.

When he arrived home, he was relieved to finally be with his lover. His anxiety and jealousy disappeared, but little did he know that it would come back later. For Y/n, she was such in a state of excitement, she could stop jumping and kissing him. She missed him so much, two months was a lot.

"Why are you home this early?" I asked, happy to see him again. "I thought you said you were not even halfway done?" I had my arms around his neck, admiring him like it was the first time I saw him in front of me.

"Well- we, we finished early! There's some stuff that can wait a bit more, so we're good!" He quickly said, before kissing me again.

"oh! I'm so happy, those two months were soooo long!" I said, hugging him tight. "Are you hungry? the flight might have been long, and the food on the flight isn't that good" I joked

"hm, no I'm good actually, I just want to stay here with you" he said, holding me into a hug again "I missed you so so much"

"I missed you too Pedro"

We spent the rest of the afternoon cuddled up on the couch, watching some tv show, but really catching up on what we both missed while Pedro was away. We were talking so much that we didn't see the time pass by.

"And it was so beautiful! Cold, but beautiful!" Pedro said, we both laughed.

"Wait, what's the time baby?" I asked, confused, sitting up.

"I don't know, why?"

"I have to get ready for tonight" I said getting up, looking for my phone.

"Tonight? What's tonight?"

"I'm going out with Tony."

"Tony? Who's Tony?"

"Ha! There he is" I said, grabbing my phone hidden in the kitchen. I came back in the living room only to find Pedro sitting on the couch, confused. He seemed nervous. "Are you okay?" I asked seeing his face.

"Y-Yeah, it's just- who's Tony?"

"Oh, you remember my friend, hm, have you seen my latest pic on Instagram? That's him" He sighed "What's wrong?" He sat back down on the couch, his back facing me.

"Nothing, I-" he sighed again "I thought we would spend the day together, I just got back, I just want to stay with you." I walked to the couch

"I know Pedro, I wished I could stay, but I can't cancel last minute, that's not nice"

"You already went out before with him, he'll understand" he said, looking at the tv. I frowned

"Pedro, I'm not cancelling, if I knew you would be back today, I would have, but I didn't know!"

"That's the point of a surprise!" He said shaking his hands.

"What is this really about?" I asked, crossing my arms

"What do you mean?" He finally looked at me

"Because it looks like you're just jealous right now"

"I am not jealous! I just came back from a different country, after being away for two months, I just miss you and I want to spend time with you!"

"Well, now that you're back, we have all the time to spend time together, but it doesn't mean I can't spend time with my friends either, I'm sorry I can't cancel. It really is too late."

"It's never too late"

"Well- I'm supposed to meet him in an hour, so it means he's already on his way there, so yes, it is too late" I said walking into my room. I started to grab some clothes.

"So I just came back and you would rather be with him than me? Sounds like you didn't really miss me" I scoffed

"I knew you were jealous"

"I- How does that make me jealous? I have been away for two months, and you saw this Tony yesterday!"

"Sorry for being respectful to my friends" I said, going in the bathroom, locking the door behind me.

"Open the door y/n, please!" Pedro was trying to open the door but he couldn't.

"I'm changing Pedro, leave me alone." And there was no noise. You sighed, before getting changed.

After fifteen minutes, you were out of the bathroom, ready to leave. You grabbed a pair of shoes, put them on before you went to drink a glass of water in the kitchen. When you entered the living room, Pedro was on his phone, sitting on the couch. He immediately stopped whatever he was doing to follow you in the kitchen.

"So you're really going?" He asked me

"Yep"

"Please stay with me" I turned around

"It's not because you came back that I have to cancel everything just to be with you, this is not how this works" he sighed

"I know, but just for tonight please"

"This is not happening"

"I came back early for you, and this is how I am welcomed?"

"Didn't you say that you finished filming early?" I said grabbing a glass.

"Y-Yes, but I could have stayed a few days back there, but I missed you so much that I wanted to get back to you as soon as possible" I drank my glass of water, looking at Pedro. He was nervous. There was something going on and I couldn't understand what it was.

"Tomorrow I can take a day off but tonight I can't cancel the dinner"

"You can't cancel work, it's important, I'm just asking for tonight"

"What, my friends aren't important?" I tilted my head

"Why did you come back this early already?" I asked. Pedro was getting more upset than I was.

"I already told you! Something was wrong with the script, so we couldn't keep filming!" I was confused.

"That's not what you told me this afternoon Pedro" I said in a neutral tone. He stared at me. "You told me that you finished filming early"

"Y-Yeah that's reason why we stopped early"

"But it means you didn't finish filming"

"stopped, finished whatever, I'm here!" I put the glass in the sink and crossed my arms, nodding at what he was saying.

"Why are you really here Pedro?" He stood still "Is it because you wanted to see me? Or is it because you couldn't stand to see me with another guy?" He hesitated but couldn't manage to say anything. "I can't believe this!" I stormed out of the bedroom, grabbing my coat.

"Y/n wait!" He followed me. "This- I came for you of course! It's just-" I turned around

"Just what? That you don't fucking trust me? That I can't have guy friends? What is wrong with you?" I was starting to have tears in my eyes.

"Of course I trust you! It's those guys that I don't trust, flirting with you and all, I can't stand it-"

"Oh you can't stand it? What am I supposed to say about all those girls and women fangirling over you? There are millions of people in love with you, and you can't stand seeing a few comments and me being with friends with one guy?"

"No it's not that, but I am away, I don't know everything, I only see bits and pieces from fans and-"

"What did you see?" I asked dryly. I wanted to know if it was legitimate, at least.

"Well, just the typical stuff" he started to say sarcastically "that we broke up, that you're dating this Tony, that you're going on a date with him, you know, normal stuff" I shook my head.

"And you believe this shit?" I scoffed "You believe a few tweets instead of me?"

"No! But it's taking a toll on me, because I don't know what's going on here!"

"Nothing is going on!" I yelled. I stopped, looking down, taking a deep breath. "You could have told me Pedro. I would have understood and reassured you that nothing was happening. But you went too far. Now if you excuse me, I have a dinner to attend. And thanks to you I'm already late." I left without letting him say anything else.

You tried to refrain the tears on your way to the dinner. You couldn't believe what happened. He came back just to control what you were doing and who you were seeing. You tried to enjoy the dinner as much as possible, forgetting about what was waiting for you at home.

As for Pedro, he couldn't believe his nightmare came true. He crossed a line, he went too far. His darkest side got out, but more specifically, out of control. And he didn't know what to do to fix this. He wanted to go find you so bad, but he realised that she would take this as another attempt to see who she was with and it would only make it worse. So he waited. He waited hours, sitting on the couch, staring at the door, hoping to hear the keys anytime soon. He didn't even eat. He has this knot in his stomach that prevented him to even move an inch.

You eventually came back around midnight. You were tired, and the few tears that got out before the dinner were now irritating your eyes. When you entered your apartment, you saw Pedro asleep, curled up on the couch. You heart melted a little seeing him like that. He always hated your "uncomfortable" couch. But you were still mad at him, so you slammed the door, making him jump at the noise, before walking straight to your bedroom.

"Y/n wait" he said with a sleepy voice, following me. "Can we talk? Please?" I wasn't looking at him, taking my coat and shoes off, but I knew he was staring into my soul with his puppy eyes.

"We already talked before" I said, still not looking at him.

"Cariño, please, I'm sorry. I don't mean to be like that, it's out of my control"

"We talk about everything Pedro" I turned to finally look at him "there's nothing too weird or too messed up, you know that, why didn't you tell me about it as soon as you started to feel like that?"

"I don't know! I didn't want to pressure you, or make you feel like I wasn't trusting you" he sighed

"I know that you trust me, and to reassure you, it's hard for me too! Seeing all these women worshiping you"

"I'm so sorry" he said "I know I shouldn't act like that, but I'm trying my best, I swear" he stepped closer to me "and maybe.. you could teach me how not to be jealous?" he joked, which made me laugh a little bit.

"but you hurt me today Pedro, you need to tell me how you feel before it gets too much" I stared at him

"Yes, I promise I will"

"Come here" I said, moving to hug him. He held me tight.

"I don't want to lose you"

"You won't Pedro, you know too much" we both laughed. We parted.

"I guess that was lesson number one" Pedro joked. We laughed again.

"Be careful, I can charge a lot for my lessons"

"It's worth it" he said before kissing me.

We both went to bed very exhausted. Today was a rollercoaster of emotions. Tomorrow will be better.

#fanfic #imagine #oneshot #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal preferences #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal one shot #pedro pascal x female reader #pedrostories #pedro pascal x f!reader #pedro pascal x famous!reader

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d34dlysinner · 1 year

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Hi hi~ I can't get over the reaction of Ppyong after eating chocolate from human world, especially that it got compared to Beelzebub's cooking.

I'd like to request a scenario of Kings (and Sitri with Zagan, if that's OK with you) trying some human food~ I don't exactly know what dish or sweets to propose

Have a great day and best luck in gacha!

(Thanks! XD also wish you a great day and luck in gacha)

Satan loves snake venom wine. The moment you heard that you wondered if you should actually give him human food. Thinking that it'll be too plain for him. So you started small. Giving the human like variant of his favourite food. Just normal red wine. And you were right. It was too plain for him, but it didn't mean that he hated it. He then tried various desserts, donuts, cakes. He had to admit that he liked those more than the wine you gave him.

Beelzebub loved many types of food. He is a great cook after all. So when he tasted human food he wasn't all too surprised with liking it. What did surprise him was that good human food was on par with his cooking.

"You humans eat like this every day without any side effects?... I should come here more."

He does like the chaos that comes out of his decisions and creations, hut he had to admit that at times he probably doesn't have the greatest control over what exactly happens after eating his food.

Mammon favourite food was peach. So he atleast could easily enjoy peaches in the human world. You eventually introduced him to many desserts and dishes that contained peach or other fruits similar to peaches. He liked them all. He would even ask you to prepare some of those dishes from time to time. Or let someone who serves him master in cooking those dishes.

Leviathan would seem like the type to be a picky eater. He would take his time choosing what he wants to eat and when he doesn't know he'll let you decide. That's what happens when you offer him a menu in the human world. You both sat at a cafe as you waited for him to pick. He eventually went and picked what you took. "Human food is so confusing... but I'll understand once I ate some of it...", he says as he observes the dish in front of him.

Zagan was being his usual self. He didn't say much when you offered him some food. He didn't say much when he ate the food, but he did thank you. You kind of had to guess what he thought of the food with just his expressions. Him humming wasn't enough for you to decipher his thoughts. You were happy when he decided to close his eyes and silently enjoyed the food with a slight smile on his face.

Sitri is a man who loves tea. And there's nothing that goes better with tea than cookies and cake. So you promised Sitri to bring him some human worldly food for him to try with his tea. You started out simple and brought some cookies with you. He thanked you for the food as he observed the treats up close. He took one out and bit a little of the cookie as he savored the taste. "Sweet... It'll work nicely with some teas I have." He says as he thanks you yet again for introducing him to human world foods.

#whb #what in hell is bad #what in “hell” is bad?#whb asks #whb satan #whb beel #whb leviathan #whb mammon #whb sitri #whb zagan

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lovezbrownies · 5 months

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Desires (Male Yan!Chief of Police x GN!Reader)

Masterlist

Grim Ludenhart x reader

Word count: 3.5K

Synopsis: 4 times where your husband gets cockblocked, and the 1 time where he can finally let out all of frustrations onto his loving partner.

WARNINGS: MDNI. Suggestive themes, slight aggression towards reader at the end, reader referred to as ‘’Pa’’ and ‘’papa’’ by kids (short for parent.), lots of cockblocking.

1- Boss.

The sun shines bright as Grim wakes up to the best view. You. The parent to his children, the beauty he's been married to for 7 years, the one person he's ever loved, the one who took all of his firsts, the person he'd ever allow to see him for who he really is.

Every morning he wakes up with his darling next to him gives him more of a reason to live as long as he could. Grim's arms hadn't moved since last night's cuddle session, his grip was as strong as iron -- afraid his love might be taken away from him as he slumbers.

Nonetheless, Grim pulled his spouse closer to him, curling into them he buried his head onto their neck. Now this was his favourite part, he always runs a little too hot at night, so sometimes you'd end up really sweaty and the next morning you'd smell really musky, your natural scent would peek out from all your body washes and spray-on scents. And so, he breathes your scent in deeply, inflating his lungs with so much of your mind-numbing smell that it hurts.

Your lovely husband sees the opportunity to wake you up to a wonderful surprise when he feels a certain appendage of his twitch to life. Grim licks long stripes slowly and sensually up your neck, one of his hands slowly makes its way down to your crotch, the other stays gripping at your waist. Grim breaths heavily, whimpering when you subconsciously grind your ass on his waiting dick.

Grim has no clue what ended up waking you, maybe his licking, his whining, or maybe his hard on did it for you. You woke up with a moan and a stretch, but of course you can never have peace in the morning and you feel a hand shove itself inside your underwear, playing with you. "Ah- D-don't you think i-it's too early for this..?" You look back at your lovesick husband, his eyes full of love and lust.

Grim chest rumbled with a low growl, he smirks as he takes back his hands to flip you to your back and pin you down. Grim straddles your lap, grinding softly to make a point of his arousal. "It's never too early baby~ I love you so much I got hard just by smelling you. You-" What both you didn't expect was for Grim's phone to ring loudly. Interrupting his lust-filled rant. He tsked and went to check who it was, getting off your lap and off to the side of you guys' massive bed.

Grim cusses, he could only wish it was someone unimportant but no, it was the commander. If he didn't answer that phone they'd assume he was in danger. (Happened before, and it was because of your allure, he couldn't think of getting off you and you two got caught in the middle of it. You've both moved on it's been years since but Grim definitely learnt his lesson.) Grim picked the phone up, sitting on the edge of the bed he held his head in his hand as he answered with the other.

By the time he finally got off the call you already completed your morning routine and woke your kids up for school. So Grim dealt with it in the shower.

2- Kid one: Red Ludenhart.

It was 8 AM, an hour before he had to leave for work, and Grim saw the kids drive off in one of Grim's cars with their driver from the window. Now was his opportunity, get back what he lost. Grim still has the chance to make this day a good day after all! Grim sauntered over to the living room, you were sat on the couch with the tv showing one of those shows you like to binge watch. Grim smirked, his chance to get relief right there, unknowing to the predator hunting them down.

Grim approached the couch from the back, bending down he wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling his face into your neck yet again, he breathed in, ah you showered... It's okay you still make him unbelievably horny nonetheless. "Kids are gone, got about an hour before I leave for work, and you're a spoiled housespouse... Maybe we could have some fun, before anything else interrupts us..."

His breath fans onto your ears, you can feel yourself get aroused by his voice, and the way his muscular arms wrap around you possessively, he always manages to turn you on, it comes easy to him, like flipping a light switch. You tilted your head towards Grim, his face was flushed with lust, his eyes greedy with need, you could almost feel his appendage through the couch.

You grin, placing a hand on his jaw you lean into him, kissing him– progressing the kiss from a cute short kiss to a long passionate makeout where most of Grim had made its way onto the couch, laying you down he straddled you yet again, your hands circle around his neck, playing with his hair and tugging at it to hear his delicious voice moan out for you.. His hands slip under your shirt, grabbing at all parts of your torso while the other one wanders down, it slides under you, grabbing a handful of your ass.

You two separate, a string of saliva connecting the two of you together, you chuckled airly at his mind blown expression, you run your hands down to his chest, to his pecs, and right under his shirt, you slowly wrap your hands around his waist, giving him goosebumps from how intimate it felt. Grim laid his head on your chest, grinding down hard before stopping, eliciting a moan out of you. “Gods, I need this, you make me go crazy, and yet you’re the only one that calms me down. I fucking adore you, darling.” You blushed, nuzzling softly into his hair.

You pull your hands away from Grim’s waist, a whine of desperation leaves him, but he doesn’t need to worry, because your hands immediately set their sights to his round ass, the years of dedicated workouts made his bottom extremely plump and round, something you personally liked.

You exhaled softly into his hair, you loved it when you both were this soft in the morning. “I think you deserve a reward for being so patient, Grimmie… Don’t you?” A little moan escaped the muscular man, just as he opened his mouth a loud “Dad! Pa! Where are you?!” sounded out from the house’s entrance, thankfully too far for your 12 year old to hear or see anything. “Grim! Get off me before he sees us!” A string of curses leave Grim as he reluctantly gets off his darling.

You got up as fast as you could, fixing yourself up, you looked back at the pouting 39 year old man sitting on the couch. “I’m gonna go see what Red needs, stay here and cover that up.” You looked pointedly at his crotch after saying the last part of your sentence. Grim of course does as you say, but he does not do it happily, he grumbles about how unlucky he is, complains that god is obviously against him today. What did he do to deserve this? This is worse than the times he got injured while on the job, he cannot handle being cockblocked this hard.

Grim’s patience starts to wear off, it’s been 15 minutes, time is slowly closing in on him and if he doesn’t get to fuck his spouse at least once this morning he is going to lose it. And then you and your eldest son come in, with a piece of paper and a blue ink pen in hand you give it over to Grim. “Red forgot his field trip slip here, spent a while looking for it, and now you need to sign it.” You looked upset, obviously just as sexually frustrated as Grim. Grim signed it, you already put in any other necessary details as well as your own signature, he immediately gave it over to Red.

“Dad why are you and Pa so mad, are you arguin-”

You sighed, “Red, honey, we’re fine and happy. We are just upset because you’re going to be late now, run back to the car, don’t want to sign another tardy slip...” Red flinched at the mention of a tardy slip and ran as fast as his tiny feet could.

Once sure that his kids’ car had driven off he grabbed at you, growling hard. “Come here we probably have time, I need at least a quickie, please-” You shut him up using your hand as you pointed to the clock reading 8:39 AM. No way in hell would you two be able to do anything. Grim once again cussed as he trudged back to your shared room, to again relieve himself as well as get dressed.

3- Emergency.

Grim’s been locked up in his office so far. He has not made an effort to get up at all. He excused his behavior by saying he was just exhausted due to some late night drinking. But the truth of the matter was that if he spoke to a single person other than his darling he might actually yell at them, which won’t do him any good. It’s 1:54 PM, only 6 minutes left until he gets his hour break. Grim already planned to drive home as fast as possible, get his dick wet, then get back to work as fast as possible, however seeing the drive would be 15 minutes to and from that only meant he got 30 minutes with his love. Which is nowhere near enough for how frustrated he is at this moment, but as long as he has you at least once he’ll handle the rest of the day.

1:57, Grim clocked out for his hour lunch, he couldn’t wait anymore he was jittery and unstable he needed your warm hole to stuff his dick in and get it over with or he’s sure he will explode from the frustration. Just as he was making his way down the long halls of the palace (most of the chiefs reside within the palace walls) he was met by a beautiful sight. Grim’s sweetheart walking towards him, looking down with your phone in hand, holding it up to your ear, and just then does Grim’s phone ring, the special ringtone he made for you, it matches your heartbeat. (did it while you were asleep, just shoved his ear to your chest and replicated the natural beat of your heart.)

You look up, your face shines with joy, and then surprise as Grim full on sprints to you and attacks you with a bear hug. Grim, horny as ever, sniffs you like an animal, immediately getting hard once again. Thankfully he wore some really tight underwear today, knowing fully well he’d get horny one way or another, so it wasn’t all that noticeable. “Darling, ah, my love, my light, what are you doing here?” You laughed as he spit out a few nicknames. “Mm, needed you… Thought I could pick you up, and do what we need at home… If I don’t have you in me in 15 minutes I will lose my sanity.”

Grim chuckled, of course you had the same exact idea as him. He didn’t need to waste his breath telling you he had the same idea, he knows you know. So he grabbed your hand and dragged you with him down the halls. When you two finally made it to the receptionist’s area you were giddy, finally some alone time to let out all of the backed up sexual desires. And then… “Ah! Chief Grim wait!” You and Grim stopped in your tracks, looking at each other praying it was nothing other than a paper needing a signature.

Grim clenched his hands, to the point where he was sure he had just injured himself. You and your husband turned around, facing a tiny nervous man. “Yes, Officer Wessley, what do you need.” Officer Wessley looked out of breath, definitely having run over to make sure he didn't miss his boss. “Sir, I’m sorry to interrupt but a dozen prisoners escaped, presumably holding weapons, most of the criminals have class A felonies against them. We need you as well as C-Chief Gen to assist in recapturing them.” Officer Wessley explained frantically, sweating in the presence of his boss.

Grim sighed, he said he’ll be there in a second and dismissed the young officer. Looking back he saw the slightly disappointed expression on your face, but you still graced him with a soft understanding smile. “It’s okay, sweetheart go do your job, I’ll see you at home.” You patted the hand that was still holding onto you. Your husband chuckled, “Is it bad if I say I would rather have sex with you than save the city?” You gasped and punched him lightly, pushing him away from you so he doesn’t do just that. Grim smiles and waves at you before he has to go and deal with this issue.

He didn’t have time to relieve himself of his hard-on. His sister, Chief Gen, made fun of how agitated he was today, thankfully she doesn’t know why or else she’d make the situation worse.

4. Kid two: Siolis Ludenhart.

5:13 PM, 2 minutes away from home, and Grim couldn’t hold it in anymore, the entire ride home he had to force himself not to think of you or else he’d endanger everyone’s lives on the road. Yet anytime he changes subjects within his mind they always come back to you and your voice in bed, how you hold tightly onto him as you climax, how you ride him, how even as you two age you will always experiment kinks with him, how cute you look in your underwear. Fuck, he couldn’t do it anymore.

Grim finally rolled into his manor’s garage. Quickly leaving the car with his briefcase he sped over to enter your house, ready to fuck you like no tomorrow. He could hear his oldest yelling at the cartoon showing on the TV, he knows his youngest is looking at bugs outside since he caught a glimpse of them staring at the garden floor. Grim however could not pinpoint where you were, so he went to the living room to ask his son. “Red, where’s your-” He stopped right on his tracks when he saw you sitting on the floor, some papers and your laptop in front of you.

You look back and smile, “Welcome home, Grimmi-” “Red, take care of Siolis, me and your papa need some time to work on the house renovations or something.” What house renovations? He does not know but Grim could not wait another second, he speeds over to you, thankful for his strong build because he immediately throws you over his shoulder, making his way to your shared bedroom, the bedroom also being soundproof was an amazing decision to make when buying the manor. “Wait- Grim! No! I’m busy with th-” As he makes his way up the stairs he smacks your ass. “Love ya, but shut up, don’t use that mouth unless you’re beggin’ me to use you like you deserve.”

If his desires were so intense that his village accent managed to slip through you can already tell he will fuck you senseless, you won’t be able to do anything by the next day. “Grim, I- No, I can’t!” You yell out as he locks the bedroom door behind him. Grim chuckled, a smirk residing on his face. “Oh~? Didn’t I tell ya to keep shut?” His voice rasped towards the end, he throws you softly onto the bed, stalking towards you like a predator. You should’ve guessed that when you tried to sit up to leave he would pounce at you and pin you down to the bed.

Grim face twisted into anger, “All day. All day we’ve been cockblocked left an’ right! Why the hell are you now refusin’ to stay with me?! Did I do somethin’?! I am desperate for ya and here ya are. Runnin’ away from yer husband!! Do ya hate me?! TELL ME!” Grim burst out, he is… upset to say the least. It wasn’t like any of this was new to you. You’ve been married 7 years, you know this side of him, how insecure he gets when you don’t reciprocate his feelings. You sighed, looking up at him as lovingly as you could, to calm him down, you explained.

“Grim, my love, I adore you, but I need to help Siolis study… I had my laptop and papers in front of me as study material, and I let Sio go out for a tiny break before they had to come back. I’m sorry honey, not now, maybe later?” You could see your darling husband deflate, his shoulders still tense but at least he relaxed from his outburst. He let go of you, sitting at the edge of you guys’ bed. Grim looked down, you can tell he still felt insecure, not enough, not worth it. You got up from bed, you turned back to your husband, you rest your hands on his cheeks– he still won’t look at you. You didn’t care, you loved him and you showed it by giving him butterfly kisses. “I love you, honey.”

You walked away, regrettably. Then you heard your little one yell out for you as soon as you opened the bedroom door. “Papa! Papa? Wher-” Grim didn’t get to hear the rest of his youngest calls for their parent, he sighed. Falling back down to the bed. It wasn’t because he needed sexual relief anymore. Normally by this point of the day you’d both be cuddling, kissing, just overall being all over each other in a non-sexual way. You would sometimes come to his work and sit on his lap, to just bask in his energy. Or he’d go back home and bask in yours. But today he hasn’t experienced enough acts of love. You didn’t text him other than a ‘Good luck at work, waiting for you at home!” text. You probably were busy with house work or whatever.

Whatever.

5- Sleepy sex.

You finally managed to straggle the kids to bed, laying them down to sleep. You sighed in relief. Stretching as you walk down the hall to your bedroom. The room that held your very upset husband, the one you left alone. You felt immensely guilty, but you will make it up to him tomorrow. Not just for the sexual frustration but also from the lack of loving gestures. Entering your bedroom, the lights were off and Grim was asleep. Of course, you would be too if you were upset at him for not loving you enough (Would never happen),

Walking over to the bathroom connected to your bedroom you completed your usual nightly routine and changed into one of Grim’s t-shirts and boxers. Slowly you slipped into bed, his back was facing you, so today you decided to be the big spoon, a very rare occasion. Kissing his toned back, you nuzzled into him, ready for a full night’s rest after a busy exhausted day. But..

Your plans were foiled by your monster of a husband. Because as soon as you relaxed the world spun. Grim was fully awake and his face mischievous, he had flipped you over so you were straddling him, Grim was holding onto your waist so you don't fall over. “Well~ Look what the cat dragged in~” Your shock subsided when you felt a painfully hard cock sticking up your ass. You giggled, already getting worked up again. “I’m on top? Looks like you wanna be spoiled, baby~” You were so cute, thinking he would ever be a bottom, no no that wouldn’t happen. He will always be in control, in and out of the bedroom.

Grim smiled. You let out a whimper as he grabbed a fistful of your hair and tugged you down to meet him nose to nose. “Well that’s adorable. No no, you are going to ride me to oblivion, pay me back for all the orgasms I missed. You’re my little bitch for the next week, what I say goes. Got that?”

And so you went on. For hours and in different positions. The next day Grim called in sick, Red went on his field trip and enjoyed it, and Siolis got a full mark on his test. All was well and happy. And you were pretty sure this man could’ve gotten you pregnant. (No matter your gender)

#x reader #oc x reader #yandere x reader #gn reader #yandere x darling #yandere #yandere oc #tw yandere #gender neutral #yandere oc x reader #yandere male #male yandere x reader #yanderexreader #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere headcanons #yandere oneshort #male oc

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vigilvntes · 2 years

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Vigilante Hotline - Adrian Chase x Reader

A/N: hi. my brain works in mysterious ways and i had this idea earlier on when i responded to an ask and now here we are, three hours later with a silly little vigilante fic. it's literally just text interactions, vig's texts are the ones that end with 🧜‍♂️ (obviously). but yeah. i had a lot of fun writing this, and i'll be SO happy to write more if y'all want it?? idk. anyway enjoy i guess!

Warnings: mentions of groping/non-consensual touching (grabbing ass, etc), creepy men, mentions of violence/injuries, language (are we surprised), and just vig being generally unhinged as always. (let me know if i've missed anything!!)

Word count: 2.9k. oops.

Summary: You text in to Vigilante's 'Vigilante Hotline' after a bad encounter at the club.

likes, comments and rbs are very much appreciated <3

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You've heard of it, of course you have. It's the town's worst kept secret. The little side hustle that Evergreen's favourite local murderer-slash-vigilante (who's conveniently named Vigilante) runs at the weekend, when the clubs and bars are busy and the creepy assholes come out to play, preying on and harassing unsuspecting victims who, by the end of the night, are probably too drunk to even remember their faces when they wake up.

The cops know about it, too. They've made weak attempts to shut down his operation over the last couple of months, but really he's doing them a favour. They're already in over their heads with calls when the Friday night crowd hits the town's nightlife, so why not just let him operate under their noses? At least, for now. Until they can apprehend him.

So, yeah. You know of it, but you've never utilised it before, because truthfully you've never really had a reason to. You like to party, but your nights out are usually spent with your girlfriends, keeping a close watch on each other and avoiding interactions with men who look like they're bad news like the plague. It's a system that works, one that keeps you out of trouble and away from bad pick-up lines and hands where you most definitely don't want them to be.

Tonight is different, though.

Your friend bailed on you at the last second, a family emergency, and you were already dressed up, so you decided that instead of wiping off your makeup and changing back into your sweats, you'd go out anyway. What's the worst that could happen?

You soon found out that the worst came in the form of Brett Lucas. A guy you knew in high school, someone you haven't spoken to in years. He found you at the bar, used the shittiest lines you've ever heard, and then bought you a drink. You decided to entertain it, because if he was willing to fund your night, then why not? You kept your hand firmly over your drink while he made derogatory jokes about other women and commented on your body and your dress. When he asked you to dance, you agreed, hoping you'd be able to lose him on the crowded dance floor.

That didn't happen, though. Instead, he got a little too touchy-feely, kept his hands firmly on your hips and pulled your body close to his until he got brave enough to slide them on to your ass and squeeze. Hard. You freaked out, told him to back the fuck off, and instead of showing any remorse, he cussed you out. Called you a fucking slut and told you that you're a bitch for leading him on and making him think he had a chance at getting into your pants.

Now, you're standing just down the street from the club, staring at the oddly professionally made poster that's been flimsily taped to a lamppost, a little picture of the all-too familiar masked man that you've seen on the news and wanted posters right in the middle.

Vigilante Hotline

Have you been a victim of a fucking creep in a club who just won't leave you the fuck alone?

Did the guy at the bar use his worst pick-up line and then immediately assume that you're into him and it's okay to touch you without your consent?

Do you wish you could fuck them up without having to face the consequences yourself?

It's your lucky day, because I can fuck them up for you!

Text their name and/or a description to the number below and I'll make them wish their mom swallowed!

(This part is just to cover my ass so, if I accidentally beat up or kill the wrong person... my bad!)

You chew down on your bottom lip, looking between your phone and the poster. You've never really been a vengeful person, you've never wished harm on anyone or caused harm to anyone, but in this moment, it's tempting. You're a little bit tipsy, irate and unsettled. The one night you decide to go out on your own, and this happens? It's a little too tempting.

But is what happened enough to contact a guy who's known and wanted for murder? Is what he did enough to warrant the beatdown of a lifetime?

You sigh to yourself before slipping your phone back into your purse, deciding that it's not worth it. But as you begin to walk away, you remember his loud, jarring cackle whenever he cracked himself up at his own shitty jokes. The way his eyes never met yours, always trained on your chest or your thighs. His gross, sweaty hands roaming all over your body before they went to grope you on the dance floor, thinking you wouldn't react because you were surrounded by other people and it'd be too embarrassing for you to make a scene.

No. Fuck it. That asshole deserves it.

You spin around quickly and pull out your phone, adding the number to your contacts and quickly typing out a message, sending it before you can even give yourself another second to think it through.

'Hey. First time texting in. Need some help. Brett Lucas. White blonde dyed hair. Awful beard, doesn't match his hair. Around 5'9. Wearing a pink shirt and black jeans. Got handsy with me. Grabbed my ass on the dance floor. Don't kill. Just rough him up a little, please.'

You don't even have a minute to breathe before your phone pings. Fuck. Alright. He's fast.

'Sick. A first time user. Happy to help. Where can I find him? 🧜‍♂️'

'He was in Dazy Nights, downtown. You know where that is?'

30 seconds pass. Your phone pings again.

'Yep. Got it. Thank god for GPS. Don't worry, first timer. I'll fuck him up the ass so hard his he'll wish he'd never even been born, as advertised. Not literally, though. I'm not gonna actually fuck him up the ass. That'd be weird. But not because I'm homophobic. My dad is gay. More because he's a creep and he touched you inappropriately. 🧜‍♂️'

"What..." You mumble under your breath as you read the text, an incredulous giggle escaping you. This guy, whoever he is, is seriously fucked in the head, you decide. A little funny, too. But you can't complain too much. You contacted him, you made the choice to text his number and incite some indirect revenge. So you just shake your head, and text back.

'Thank you. I appreciate it. Again, don't kill. Just get him good.'

'Noted! No problemo. But if you ever do need me to kill, don't hesitate to ask, first timer. Seriously, I'm so down for it. Guys like that deserve it. 🧜‍♂️'

You decide to cut the conversation there, sliding your phone back into your purse. You feel a little sick to your stomach as you walk yourself home, guilt and regret stalking you the entire way, following you into your home and crawling into bed with you.

But as you lay there, wide awake, you remind yourself of what he said. Guys like that deserve it. And maybe he's right. Maybe this is for the best, maybe next time fucking Brett will think twice before making unwanted advances. Maybe you've saved someone else from the suffering the same fate as yourself at his hands.

That thought helps you sleep a little easier.

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Monday rolls around quicker than you'd have liked it to, and all you've been able to think about over the weekend is that short conversation you had with Evergreen's own Vigilante a few nights ago. You spent all of Saturday morning re-reading the messages. Saturday night was spent in front of the TV, with some rom-com you've been meaning to watch playing as background noise while you thought about the messages. Sunday, you tried to distract yourself. You went out for brunch with a few friends, but as soon as you made it through your front door, your mind wandered right back to him and that silly little mermaid emoji that made his threats of murder seem a little lighter.

You wonder if he actually did it; whether he made good on his promise to fuck him up so badly that he'd be wishing he was never born. Part of you hopes he did, that he managed to find that fucker before he made it home and gave him a beating he'll never forget. The other part of you hopes that he missed out on the opportunity, if only to subside the quiet, yet nagging, guilty conscience in your head.

Work is a welcome distraction from the weekends events. Deadlines that need to be met, lunch with your co-workers, and your micro-managing boss that never seems to leave you the fuck alone when you're trying to do your job. It's all incredibly exhausting and boring, but at least it gives you the chance to take your mind off of what happened at the weekend, and the masked vigilante that's been invading your thoughts all weekend.

You haven't thought about it all day, until you pull up to the grocery store after work, and you see him. Brett.

He hasn't seen you, you're safely locked away in your car, but you can see him. He's standing outside the store, cigarette in hand, talking to a guy who you can only assume is one of his friends – he looks like he's just as much of an asshole as Brett. From where you're parked, you can see the shiner of a black eye on his face, dark blue bruising that extends to his forehead. There's numerous cuts and scrapes on his cheeks, and it's looks like his lips have been completely bust up.

It makes you feel slightly ill, looking at him, knowing that you're the one behind this. But at the same time, you can't help but smile to yourself, feeling weirdly... satisfied.

You grab your bag and pull out your phone, unlocking it and scrolling through your texts until you find the chat with the contact you've named 'VH'. You stare at your screen for at least a minute, re-reading the short conversation from Friday night over and over again. You want to text him. Hell, you've found yourself wanting to text him again all weekend, and you can't quite seem to place your finger on why that is. What would you even say to him? 'Hey, thanks for doing at great job at fucking up that guy's face, I really appreciate it'?

With a sigh, you lock your phone, trying to kick the urge to converse with a vigilante to the curb. But before you know it, you're typing in your password again and sending him a 'Hey'.

You keep the chat open, but you make a point out of looking away from the screen, hoping that if you don't look, he'll reply faster. Minutes pass by, and you're slightly disappointed by the absence of the jarring pinging of your notification bell. Then you remember that he probably has a life outside of being Vigilante. He's most likely just a normal guy, with a normal job and friends and family, he probably doesn't spend all of his time checking whatever burner phone he uses to run the hotline.

Just as you're about to lose hope that he'll respond, your phone pings.

'Woah, hey. First timer's a second timer already? Did you get yourself into trouble just so you could talk to me? 🧜‍♂️'

It pings again, a few moments later.

'For the record, that was a joke. If you're in trouble again, I'm sure it's not your fault and I'm more than happy to help. Though I gotta remind you that I usually only do this hotline stuff on weekends, but I'd be more than willing to extend my hours. For you. What can I do for you? 🧜‍♂️'

You feel your face heat up, a grin beginning to creep across your lips as you read the two texts. 'For you'. That's oddly sweet. He's oddly sweet. You know what he's done, you know he kills people. You've heard the whispers around town, stories from the people who've been lucky enough break the law and survive one of Vigilante's attacks. Yet you can't help but be taken in by how... charming he is. Sure, this is only the second conversation you've had with him, but he's been so kind. Funny, too, in his own way.

The rush you get from texting him is intoxicating, and it only makes you want more. So you type out a response, and hit send.

'Nothing! I didn't get in trouble again. I wouldn't want you working overtime for me. But I did wanna talk to you. Just to say thank you for what you did for me. I saw Brett. You got him good. Gave him a real shiner of a black eye.'

Just a minute later.

'HA. Yeah. You should have seen it. He took a real beating. He cried like a fucking BABY. Begged me not to kill him. I made him apologise for harassing women, too. It was HILARIOUS. You were right about the beard, btw. Definitely makes him look even more of an asshole🧜‍♂️'

You're surprised to see a video loading up on your screen.

'He definitely didn't mean it, life or death situations call for desperate measures I guess. But at least you can laugh at him and his stupid fucking face. 🧜‍♂️'

Although you're hesitant to press play, you do so anyway. There, on your screen, is Brett. Beaten and bloody, begging for his life, and apologising through his tears for being a creep. Saying sorry for using bad pick-up lines, and objectifying women's bodies, and... groping asses on the dance floor. You freeze up when you hear that, a wave of panic washing over you. Does he... does he know that you're the one that sent Vigilante after him? Fuck. You didn't even consider the possibility that he'd put two and two together and figure out that it was you who texted in. You have to know if he knows, if Vigilante mentioned anything specific about why he went after Brett.

'You're right. That's funny. But I need to ask you something.'

'Anything! 🧜‍♂️'

'Does Brett know that I'm the one who texted you? Did you mention anything about me or what happened?'

You chew on your bottom lip as you await a response, and when you read his reply, you're more than relieved.

'Nah. I didn't say anything. I wouldn't. Vigilante-client confidentiality, and all that. He was the one that mentioned names. A whole list of them, actually. Kinda concerning how many women he named that could've been the one to contact me about him.🧜‍♂️'

'Okay. Cool. I guess I just never thought of the consequences of texting in. I didn't consider that maybe he'd know it was me. Had me kinda panicked for a sec.'

'Don't worry, I made it clear that if he ever tried to approach or contact you or any of the other women he named, I'd find out. And I'd kill him for it. You're safe. I got you. 🧜‍♂️'

For what feels like the hundredth time in, you find yourself smiling down at your phone as you read his text.

'Thank you. I appreciate that :). Hopefully you've taught him a lesson. Maybe he'll stay home when the weekend comes around. I think he'd be doing everyone a favour.'

'Hopefully! Listen, I gotta buzz. Work stuff. Not Vigilante work. I only do that stuff at night. Like my actual job kind of work. But I'll talk to you later, first timer. 🧜‍♂️'

'Yeah, of course. Sorry for bothering you while you're at work. And thank you, again.'

You take a deep breath before sending another text.

'My name is (Y/N), btw <3'

'First timer has a name? Fucking sweet. Obviously I know you have a name but you never told me, so in my head I've just been calling you first timer. But now you're (Y/N), which is cool. So talk later, (Y/N)! 🧜‍♂️'

'<3 🧜‍♂️'

You throw your phone on to the passenger seat, like it's burning hot to the touch and it's just scalded you. Did you... did you seriously just send a heart to Vigilante? And did he seriously just send one back? Wait, no. The heart isn't the biggest problem. You just told him your name. Your real name. What if he finds you? What if this whole funny-charming-kind thing is just an act, and you end up bleeding in a dark alley within a month?

"Fuck..." You mumble, leaning your head back against your seat, wondering what the hell you've just gotten yourself into. Wondering if you should just block his number and never think about him again.

It's a stupid idea, getting involved with someone like him. One that could leave you hurt, or dead. Anyone would call you crazy for it. You probably are crazy for it. But that's not enough to deter you from reaching for your phone and grinning down at it when he texts you later that night.

'Hey. 🧜‍♂️'

It's a dangerous game, but one that you're more than willing to play.

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failed valentines attempt - robin buckley x reader

contains: robin & reader in an established relationship, angst with happy ending!

summary: excited to spend your first valentine’s day with your girlfriend robin, you can’t help but feel hurt when you find out she’s ditching you for a certain someone.

word count: 3.7k

waking up on the morning of february 14th 1986, you couldn’t fight off the overwhelming feelings of both excitement and nervousness when you remembered what day it was, and the plans you had made for them. you were finally in a relationship on the one day that being in one was celebrated, you no longer had to wander down aisles at the store that were overly decorated in the colour pink, with heart shaped boxes of candy and teddy bears stocked in full on the shelves, wishing you not only had someone to buy you them, but to be able to actually buy them for someone else. that day had finally come.

you had been dating robin for almost four months now, after silently pining after her for longer than you could remember. you were certain you had fallen head over heels the second you met her, the way her gorgeous blue eyes connected with yours and her perfect, plump lips curved up into a welcoming smile as your boss introduced you to her as the newest employee at scoops ahoy. that day had felt like years ago now, though realistically it had been barely two. you bonded straight away, getting to know each other as you endured your first shift at the ice cream parlour with her alone. you had expected it to be quiet, maybe even awkward as the clock ticked by slowly but to your surprise, and delight, robin spoke with you as if she’d known you her whole life. the two of you spoke about anything and everything: her favourite movies, the weather, the ‘dingus’ known as steve that would be working tomorrow who, according to robin, would definitely attempt to flirt with you, what she dreamt about last night, the list went on. before you knew it, six hours had flown by and you were leaving with only one thought in mind ... robin buckley.

and now here the two of you were, in an official relationship and yet again working together in a whole new store with the boy who had become a great friend to both of you, spending summer trapped in a secret russian lair under the mall had a way of bonding people. steve was actually the one who brought the two of you together, sick of spending every shift listening to both of you talk about how much you liked the other, he actually couldn’t believe that neither of you had picked up on the fact that the feelings you held for each other were mutual. he had never seen two people more in love. so one day, he took it upon himself to trick robin into talking about you which wasn’t hard, as soon as you were out of earshot she was soon rambling on about how cute you looked in the uniform, ‘how come she can pull off everything? like, how is that actually possible?’ she had scoffed, and whilst she was distracted with the thought of you, with a mischievous smirk steve had caught your attention and gestured for you to come over, acting as if he needed help with something but as you approached, your heart wildly pounded in your chest as you caught the midst of robin’s ramblings.

“i mean, even at scoops steve! she even managed to pull off that stupid sailor uniform we had to wear, and not even you, steve ‘the hair’ harrington made that outfit look good! you know? (y/n), she’s just so naturally beautiful and she doesn’t even try. it’s unfair how she makes me feel so nervous and giggly like a little kid, without even realising it- wait, are you even listening? what are you staring at?”

she followed his line of sight, her mouth falling agape and her eyes widening at the sight of you stood only a few feet away from her, clearly having heard every stupid word that had just come out of her stupid mouth. shit.

“i’ll leave you two to talk.” steve broke the tense silence, now smug with pride at how his plan had worked and you had walked straight into his robin shaped trap. if she wasn’t so terrified about what was going to happen next, she would’ve given him a quick punch to the shoulder, she was making a mental note to not forget to do it later.

you took slow steps towards robin who was still frozen, not completely processing what had just happened, that the crush that had kept her up at night had now just been exposed to the person responsible for her sleepless nights. the fact that you’d hadn’t run, or looked angry was a good sign she guessed, or she hoped.

“hey.” you whispered, not sure what else you should say.

she stood straight, scratching the back of her neck with an awkward laugh. “uh, hey .. i thought you were in the romance section?”

you nodded, “i was, but steve wanted me to come over. thought he needed something, clearly not.”

yep. she was definitely punching him later.

“maybe if he put this much effort into his own love life, he wouldn’t be pining after half of hawkins.” robin muttered, more to herself than you but it caused you to giggle at the playful dig at your friend which in return caused her to laugh too, the tension surrounding the two of you quickly dissolving.

“um, if it means anything .. i think you pulled off that horrendous, striped sailor uniform better than i did.”

the freckled teen couldn’t fight off the warm blush that quickly showed on her face, her brain short circuited and she stuttered out a response to the flirtatious comment. “w-wow, uh, i mean, thank you, uh- i mean as long as i didn’t look as ridiculous as i felt, i have to count that as a win don’t i?”

you smiled remembering the exchange, how nervous she was during it, especially when she asked you out on a date at the end of it. and that was the begging of your amazing relationship, one that you thanked your lucky stars for each and everyday, you still couldn’t completely comprehend that she was your girlfriend who loved you. and now here you were, waking up with a whole day of fun stuff planned that included a romantic picnic date and a stack of incredibly cheesy gifts to give to her at the end of it.

you pulled up outside of robin’s house, taking a peek over your shoulder to double check that the gifts you had bought were neatly hidden underneath the blue blanket that you’d be using later to sit on. when you were satisfied that you couldn’t see them peaking out anywhere, you unbuckled your seatbelt and jumped out of your car, practically skipping your way to the front door attached to your girlfriends house. with a few knocks, you waited patiently and smoothed your hands over the dress that you had chosen for the day. despite it being february, the sun was actually shining bright so there was no need for a thick layered outfit, perfect weather for a picnic.

the door in front of you opened with a quick whoosh of air that sent your hair flying behind your shoulder, a few strands tickling your now exposed neck but you were barely phased by it when your eyes landed on your girlfriend who had clearly put in some effort for today which was made obvious by the makeup that enhanced her features and the ironed clothes, something you had only ever seen her care about once or twice. not to say that robin wasn’t someone who cared about her appearance, she always made sure to look presentable she just didn’t feel the need to put in as much time as some people in hawkin’s did but honestly, she somehow always seemed to look better than they did anyways. or maybe you were just biased.

her hair had been straightened, the blonde strands framing her face perfectly and you wondered how long it would be before she messed it all up with the amount of times she was bound to run her fingers through it. her makeup consisted of mascara, eyeliner, what looked like a very lightly applied blush and some chapstick, minimal just as robin liked it. and lastly, her outfit consisted of a black shirt that had s little bit of white detailing, paired with blue jeans and her usual scruffy converse.

“hey gorgeous, see something you like?” the teasing comment put a stop to you checking out robin, who had a playful smirk, amused she had caught you.

“nothing i haven’t seen before, sailor.” you winked, which earned you a scoff and a gentle shove at the mention of the nickname you had gifted her with a week after you’d began working at scoops.

“stop being such a dork.” she grumbled, though the amusement was still bright in her eyes. “if i had known this is what valentine’s day did to you i would’ve taken a week or two to prepare myself.”

you laughed at that, leaning forward on your toes slightly so you could grasp her hand in yours, intertwining your fingers as you nodded in the direction of your car. “come on! i have so much planned, you’re gonna love it.” you practically whined, eager to get started.

“just give me a sec, need to get my bag.” she smiled, giving your hand a squeeze before she pulled you into her house, so you were now stood by the welcome mat as she jogged further into the house to get her bag.

you waited patiently, expecting the whole ordeal to only take up a few seconds but then, the familiar sound of her house phone echoed throughout her home and you knew you’d have to wait a little longer. no biggie, whoever it was probably wanted her mom and it’d only take a few more seconds for robin to let the other person know she wasn’t home, promising to let her know that they had called when she next saw her.

oh, how wrong you were.

it was a minute or two later when robin came rushing back to where had left you, with a troubled look now taken over her before playful smile. the change in demeanour instantly had your brows furrowing in concern, what had happened?

“hey, is everything okay?”

she shook her head, “no! it’s vickie, her stupid boyfriend just broke up with her, today of all days! she wants me to come over and give her a shoulder to cry on, you don’t mind do you? i promise it won’t take too long.”

you stood silent for a moment, a little stunned at the newfound information. now you didn’t want to sound completely heartless, but seriously? robin had to go over right now? did vickie not have any other friends, preferably single ones? you felt for her, you really did, being dumped was hard enough to deal with without it happening on a day like today, but that didn’t mean she had to take robin from you. especially given the history of robin having a crush on the girl before the two of you got together.

but with robin looking at you with those blue eyes of hers, desperation shining clear as day, you didn’t have the heart to tell her no or start any argument with her about it.

so with a slow nod, you gave her the permission she was waiting for. “okay, but please don’t take too long. i really wanna enjoy today with you.”

she grinned and brought you into a tight hug, her arms wrapping securely around your shoulders as your head rested on her chest. “i swear i’ll be back in an hour, maybe even before that. i just need to cheer up, give her a few words of encouragement. ‘you’re better off without him, he’s not worth your tears’, the usual.”

you huffed a laugh, slowly pulling back from her embrace so you could give her a short and sweet kiss on the lips, “you’re a good friend rob.”

she smiled at that, her hands moving to caress your face on either side. she leaned in and brushed her nose against yours, her lips just hovering over your own. “i love you.” with that said, she leaned in and pressed another kiss to your waiting lips, this one a little deeper than the last one, her lips moulded against yours perfectly and you wanted nothing more than to stand there and enjoy it for hours, but you wanted her to get back so you could get on with your day.

so reluctantly you pulled away, smiling at the pout on her face. “i love you too, now go. you’ve got fifty-nine minutes and fifty-nine seconds left.”

she rolled her eyes affectionately, quick to give you one last peck to your cheek before she hurried off with a wave and a promise not to be long. you watched her from your spot at her front door, as she clumsily jumped onto her bike and began peddling down the street, only retreating into the house once she was out of sight.

you entered her living room, deciding to sit on her couch and watch whatever was on the television until she returned.

it had taken you three hours to admit defeat and drive home, with your heart weighing heavy in your chest and your eyes stinging with tears everytime you caught sight of the unopened gifts in the backseat of your car. you had high hopes that your girlfriend wasn’t going to let you down, and that within the hour she would’ve been back with you, rambling on about what she had said to vickie and how much of a dick her now ex-boyfriend is, but you hadn’t even received as little as a phone call from her to let you know she’d be a little longer than expected.

you had made it home and ignored the wondering glances from your family, as they watched you run up the stairs to avoid them seeing the tears that were now starting to fall down your cheeks. the safety of your bedroom broke down the barrier you had held up all the way home, allowing you to cry into your pillow at your failed attempt at making the day memorable.

maybe you were being dramatic, over emotional even, which was a term you hated using. but you had been looking forward to today since you’d entered february with robin still by your side with no hints of disappearing anytime soon. you had been planning it for a long time, wanting your first (and robin’s first) valentine’s day to be memorable, something you could look back on for years to come and smile about together, as you admired the gifts you had bought for one another. but now you were left with only sour memories, a day you had spent alone, waiting for your girlfriend to remember you existed and were waiting for her, only she never did and you couldn’t help but wonder if she cared more for vickie than she did for you.

why else would she still be with her?

you couldn’t be that mad at her, this was the first time she had done something like this and knowing robin she probably just lost track of time and hadn’t realised she’d been there hours now. but it still hurt, a lot. especially when the sky outside darkened, and the clock displayed the time in big red letters: 6:52pm ... and still no sign of robin. she’d officially been at vickie’s house nearing eight hours now, and still hadn’t bothered to even call. she obviously hadn’t returned home yet, if she had she would’ve noticed you weren’t there and came over to check on you.

you almost wondered if something bad had happened to her, why else would she still be gone without letting you know anything? but then, just before your mind began to spiral and imagine every worse case scenario it could make up, your mother interrupted your train of thought.

“(y/n)! there’s someone at the door for you!”

you jumped out of bed, your fluffy sock clad feet softening your footsteps as you approached the steps and began walking down them. you had changed into your pyjamas and cleaned your face free of any makeup when you finally stopped crying over the mess that today was, finally accepting that robin was not coming to see you anytime soon. but now she was here, at your door with a face that reeked of guilt and sympathy when she caught sight of your attire.

you took a step outside, ignoring the chills running through your body at the drop in temperature, deciding to focus on the no doubt awkward conversation you were about to have instead, hopefully your family were not eavesdropping.

“oh my god (y/n) baby, i don’t even know where to start! i’m so sorry, i’m such an idiot i swear i kept trying to leave- well i was going to tell her i had somewhere to go but everytime i was about to bring it up she kept getting really upset all over again! she just wouldn’t stop crying and i didn’t want to leave her like that, you know? it felt mean, and selfish and i just- sorry i’m rambling again aren’t i? i’m just really sorry, i just don’t want you to be mad at me.”

you watched her as she spoke, and you knew the words were genuine, you didn’t doubt that for a second. the moon did a good job at reflecting off her glossy eyes, a clear sign she was about to let a few tears fall. and when she spoke, her voice was a little raspier than usual, and it trembled at certain points, another sign the poor girl was seconds away from crying. all she waiting for was your response.

you sighed, crossing your arms over your chest and lowering your gaze to the pavement beneath your feet. “i’m not mad, robin. i just wish you had at least called me or something, why didn’t you?”

“i didn’t want her to feel awkward, if i called you to mention being longer than i intended to be she probably would’ve felt even worse about having me there. i didn’t want to upset her anymore than she already was.”

you frowned at that, yes she did have a point but that was her practically admitting she was more concerned about vickie’s feelings than yours, wasn’t it?

“so you thought it’d be better to just leave me at your house without a word? not even a five second ‘hey (y/n), i think i might be longer than expected?’ could’ve saved me a lot of waiting around.”

“i know! i know, that would’ve been the best thing to do but i wasn’t thinking that at the time. i didn’t even realise how late it was until her dad came back from work and asked if i was staying for dinner, shit (y/n) if you could’ve only felt the way my heart dropped when i realised the time.” she shook her head, as if she didn’t even want to continue the sentence.

you remained silent for a little bit, still unsure with how to feel about the whole situation. on one hand you couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for her, you knew she didn’t leave you behind with any malicious intent, it was a genuine mistake, robin just being robin and not knowing how to handle the situation when two people needed her at the same time. but on the other hand, you were still rather hurt that the day had been wasted, the day you had spent almost two weeks planning.

eventually you sighed, “it’s okay robin, we’ll just talk about it tomorrow.”

she shook her head at that, and you furrowed your brows in response.

“no, i don’t want to leave it until tomorrow. i don’t want to go home and get in bed on bad terms, i won’t be able to sleep until i know for certain that we’re okay and you’re not mad at me.” she seemed desperate, and your heart ached at the sight. you always struggled to see robin hurting, whatever the reason behind it was.

“i’m not mad robin-“

“no, you are!” she cut you off, taking a step closer. “you keep calling me robin and i’m only robin when you’re mad at me or in a bad mood, or-“

you cut her off this time, by closing the gap between you both and grabbing ahold of both of her hands in an attempt to soothe her. “babe, i’m not mad at you.”

you said it slowly, and watched her whole body relax as the world sunk in.

“i’m just, a little upset. i was really looking forward to today, you know spending time with you and spoiling you? i could barely sleep last night because i was so excited, and it’s just ... upsetting because we didn’t get to do anything.” you showed her a sad smile, and she wondered if you could heart her heart break in her chest at your words. “but it’s okay, we’ll just have to do it another day.”

“tomorrow.” she instantly spoke, barely a second after you had stopped.

“we can’t rob, you have a shift tomorrow.” you reminded her, but she only gripped your hands tighter in response.

“i’ll call in sick o-or get steve to cover for me! he will, he owes me.”

your lips quirked up slightly at that, the first hint of a smile since you had been with robin this morning. noticing your almost-smile made robin smile, relaxing even further at the realisation that you really weren’t mad at her.

“are you sure?”

“positive.” she nodded.

“okay, tomorrow.” you confirmed, “just please, don’t leave me again. i don’t care if the mindflayer itself decides to make a comeback, it’ll have to wait for us to finish those chocolate smothered strawberries i got us before we interact with it.”

she laughed, and your heart warmed at the sound. it was something you’d never get sick of.

“oh i don’t know, i think taking down a giant, spider looking monster again would be a very badass valentines story to tell the grandkids in fifty years time.”

you both grinned at each other, the usual back and forth between you both was definitely one of the reasons you were quick to fall for her. and you both knew everything was going to be okay.

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danielfuckingricciardo · 1 year

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oh fun! 27 & fernando alonso?

Hi Anon! Thank you for the request!!

This is the last of the OG requests, from now all the rest will be from today! I’m sorry for the wait!

This one is very much inspired by the lyrics I’ve quoted, and also by my recent trip to London and how much I hate being so close to random strangers on the tube! I hope you enjoy it!

(Translations from Spanish to English can be found at the bottom of the fic!)

Song 27 - All The Small Things // Blink-182

Pairing - Fernando Alonso x Reader

Word Count - 1.6k

Content Warnings - Swearing, blood mention, injury mention (very minor)

Late night, come home Work sucks, I know She left me roses by the stairs Surprises let me know she cares

You knew from the start that being in a long distance relationship would never be easy, but somehow, you and Fernando managed to make it work despite all of the hardships that came with it. It wasn’t the fear of infidelity that made it hard for you, you trusted him completely, and for you, there could be no one else but him, but instead just being apart made your heart hurt.

The sun had long since set, and as you descended into the tube station you found your breathing becoming shaky as you struggled to hold back the tears that had been brewing since you had left your office.

Your day had been hell. From 8am you had found yourself inundated with emails from snarky clients, impatient supervisors and lazy co-workers. When the brief respite that is your lunch hour rolled around, you found that someone else in the office had eaten your lunch, causing you to go hungry for the rest of the day as you were far too busy to go and pick something up. And to top it all off, your boss had called you into his office before your shift had ended to let you know that you had to participate in ‘company-wide downsizing’ and lay off two of your staff.

Right now, you wanted nothing more than to collapse into the strong arms of your boyfriend, to bury your head in his neck and sob into the soft material of his shirt. But you couldn’t. He wasn’t there.

Your train arrives and you cram yourself into the tightly packed carriage, just barely finding the time to grab the handrail before it begins to move. You stumble forward and your phone slips from your hands, hitting the ground with a crack.

‘Please don’t be broken! Please don’t be broken!’ You repeat to yourself in your head as you reach down to retrieve it.

You flip your phone over to reveal a small crack in the corner of the screen. Luckily, it still works, and you unlock it and immediately search for Fernando’s contact, typing him a quick message before hitting send;

Work was fucking awful. I wish I was with you right now <3

You lock your phone and stash it away in your pocket, hoping to avoid any other possible mishaps on a day that, frankly, seemed to have been cursed by satan himself.

As the train arrives at your station, you push through the horde of commuters and jump onto the platform. You sigh deeply in relief, thankful that your head is no longer in proximity to a stranger’s sweaty armpit, and retrieve your headphones from your pocket. You jam them in your ears and grab your phone to shuffle your favourite playlist.

You press play, and the perfect song begins to blast in your ears, grounding you as you begin your walk home into the night.

Your phone buzzes in your pocket and you hurriedly retrieve it, hoping it was Fernando replying to your earlier message. You weren’t sure what time it was wherever he was in the world, it could be the middle of the night right now and you weren’t to receive a text until the next morning, but part of you hoped and prayed that it was him and not some stupid spam email or your shitty boss not understanding the concept of a healthy work/life balance.

A pain shoots through your thumb where you had grabbed the screen of your phone, and you notice a small splinter of glass from your broken screen buried in the sensitive skin.

“Fuck!” You say to no one in particular as you remove the splinter and bring your thumb up to your mouth to clean away the blood.

Annoyed but not deterred, you unlock your phone and see the first good thing to happen to you that day - Fernando had replied.

Oh no hermosa! I wish I was with you too. Te amo mi corazón <3 We will be together soon

You can’t help but grin like an idiot at your phone screen as you make the final turn onto your street. The only thing getting you through the long, dull days at work was the promise that the two of you would be reunited the following week. You’d actually have the chance to be a real couple, to do normal things that you rarely had the chance to do. You could vent to him about the stresses of work as you lay your head in his lap, and he’d run his fingers through your hair the way you always liked, allowing the stresses of the day to just melt away.

As you put your key in the front door, you hear Tina, the old woman who lives next door, tap on the window beside you. You jump, and she chuckles at you behind the glass.

She disappears for a moment, before emerging from her own front door, a smile playing on her lips.

“Looks like you have a secret admirer, dear. The postie brought these for you this morning, but since you weren’t in I had to sign for them.” She says, and she retrieves an ornate bouquet of deep red roses from behind the door.

You take them in your arms and open the attached note.

A rose for every day we have been apart, mi corazón. Te amo.

You fold the note in half and take a deep breath, before promptly bursting into tears.

“Are you okay, love?” Tina asks, and you nod your head.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. I just had a really bad day at work and I’ve been feeling terrible, but I have the best boyfriend in the world. I honestly don’t know what I did to deserve him. He’s away working and yet he still thinks about all these little things.” You say between sobs, and your neighbour wraps her arm around your shoulders.

“Is he gorgeous as well as kind? A stunner like you must have a hunky boyfriend.” She says, and you chuckle, wiping away your tears with your free hand.

“This was us on holiday in Cancun back in December, does he pass the Tina test?” You ask, showing her the photo of the two of you on the beach you had set as your Lock Screen following the trip.

“Crikey! He’s gorgeous. A bit older, I didn’t expect that, but good on you. Does he live with you? I haven’t seen him about.” Tina asks.

“No, no he doesn’t. He travels a lot, for work, so I only get to see him when our schedules align. I hate it, I wish I could be with him all the time but… it’s hard.” You say, and Tina gives you a sympathetic smile.

“He travels a lot, you say, does this job pay a lot?” She asks, and you chuckle. Oh, if only she knew.

“You could say that, yeah.” You say, and Tina gives you a confused look.

“Then why haven’t you given up your terrible job that makes you miserable to travel with him?” She asks, and you pause for a moment.

“I guess, when we first got together, I didn’t want him to think that I was just in it for the money. I wanted to keep my own life too, I didn’t just want to be his accessory.” You say, and Tina shakes her head.

“But if work makes you miserable, and being with him makes you happy, then I see only one option, love. Life’s too short to waste it doing things that make you sad.” She says, and you nod, feeling the final piece of the jigsaw puzzle fall into place.

“By the way, he doesn’t happen to have an older brother… or a single father maybe?” Tina asks, and you laugh.

“Tina! I know for a fact your husband of fifty years is sat watching TV in the front room right now!” You say, and Tina chuckles.

“It’s always good to have a back-up plan.” She says, and you shake your head at her while laughing.

“Well, you and Fernando have certainly cheered me up this evening. Thanks for signing for the flowers.” You say, and Tina steps back behind the door.

“Any time, dear.” She responds, before closing the door.

You make your way over your own front door where your key still sat in the lock, the cogs of your brain turning at a record pace as Tina’s words play over and over again in your mind.

Dumping your work things in a pile on the kitchen counter, you immediately open your email app and add your boss’ address to the top;

You wanted the downsize, then allow me to make things easier for you.

This email is my official resignation from the company, and, as per my contract, comes into place with immediate effect.

Thanks, (Y/n) (Y/l/n)

You press send and the whoosh of the notification instantly lifts a weight off of your shoulders that you were completely unaware you were carrying. You were free. After this weekend there would be no horrible boss, no crappy coworkers who steal your lunch, no germ-ridden commutes and no more emails. It would just be you, and Fernando, and the world.

Translations:

Hermosa - Beautiful

Te amo - I love you

Mi corazón- My heart (like my love or my dear)

#fernando alonso x reader #Fernando Alonso x you #f1 x reader #f1 x you

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