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ultravioletrayz · 3 months

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soccer dad!miguel who groans at the compromise he's been offered by the club manager. There's no way this was happening.

"I'm sorry, Mr O'Hara, but it's either the two of you organise a reconciliation meeting and remedy your behaviour towards one another, or you're both banned from attending the under 9's Division A league for the remainder of the season." The manager sighs, looking over at your scowling face, before looking back up at Miguel.

By 'reconciliation meeting', the bastard meant a playdate between Gabriela and Tony. And after the dig you took at his failed marriage, and the mistake he made of calling you a slut, Miguel was not fond of forgiving and forgetting just yet. Sure, the idea of having you in his apartment made his dick swell, but it also made his heart pound with dread.

soccer dad!miguel who glances down at Gabriela and frowns. The little girl clings to his leg and sniffles at the idea of her dad, her hero, not coming to her games anymore. Seeing Gabi, who's usually so fierce and self-assured, on the verge of tears over childish bickering with the opposition puts the situation into perspective. The whole reason he got into an argument with you in the first place was for Gabriela's sake. Being there to support his daughter means more than his ego.

In the end, you and Miguel both agree to the prospect of a playdate, although all four of you are wary of what's to come.

soccer dad!miguel who curses under his breath as he holds Gabi's hand and they walk back to the car, his heavy stomps amusing Gabriela to an extent as she giggles at the squelching sound of the muddy grass beneath her dad's clunky shoes. She's nervous about having her nemesis on the pitch at her home tomorrow, so she distracts herself in the familiarity of her dad's petty pout and grouchy, slumped shoulders.

"Aren't you excited to have a new friend, Papa?" Gabriela asks softly, her hand wrapped around Miguel's thick pinky as she tries to keep up with her dad's long strides towards the carpark. "You've been kind of... lonely... since mama left. Maybe this'll be fun for you."

Gabriela is so intelligent for her age, sometimes it scares Miguel with how much of the situation with her mom she could actually comprehend. He doesn't know whether to be proud of his insightful little girl, or ashamed that she's had to learn about such grown-up things so early in life. Perhaps this playdate has come at just the right time. Miguel and Gabriela both need some friends other than each other in this awkward time.

soccer dad!miguel who tries to keep Gabi entertained for the rest of the day so that neither of them dwell on what's to come tomorrow.

Once she's showered and comfortable after her game and the hectic events following it, she and Miguel lounge around on the couch, watching their favourite telenovela together and yelling at the TV screen in unison, giggling and gasping as they eat whatever fruit is left over from Gabi's halftime snack.

soccer dad!miguel who eventually puts Gabreila to bed after their chaotic day. He crouches next to Gabriela's bed, his tall, tan, muscular frame comically towering over the princess-themed bedspread Gabi's smiling face is peeking out of.

He sings to his daughter, his voice low and soothing as he casually straightens a few of the posters of Gabi's favourite footballers hanging up on her wall. Gabriela's eyes begin to flutter, the comforting presence of her dad easing her into a state of relaxation as she whispers to him, cutting off Miguel's lullaby.

"Papa, what if the boy is mean to me tomorrow? I don't wanna mess things up for you." Gabi says worriedly, not wanting to burden Miguel just in case tomorrow's playdate isn't successful and she and Tony remain rough and mean towards one another, like they are on the field.

The thought of that idiot kid being cruel to Gabriela in his own home makes Miguel suck in a sharp breath, but he remains composed and calm as he speaks quietly, a slight smile on his face. "No te preocupes por eso, mija. You matter more to me than anything else. If the kid even tries to bully you, I'll kick his ass."

Gabriela giggles, and Miguel kisses her cheek and watches over his precious angel until she falls into a deep sleep.

soccer dad!miguel who tosses and turns all night, unable to fall asleep. The images in his mind stem from a place of abandonment and loneliness. He shouldn't be this desperate for a big, happy family, but the thought of him, Gabriela, and you together makes his brain fuzzy. He yearns for that emotional connection between him and a motherly figure towards Gabi, his ex leaving him needy for a truly happy family, one without lying and selfishness, The way you care for Tony... he knows you'd treat Gabriela so well.

And he knows you'd treat him so well, too. Miguel's thoughts drift away from what a good mom and life partner you would be as he drifts off into a hazy state of unconscious lust as he dreams of you.

In the morning, Miguel wakes up in a cold sweat, large tears in his pillowcase and a sticky wetness coating his toned thighs. On top of that, there's a relentless ache in his heart. Today needs to be perfect.

soccer dad!miguel who sorts himself out and wakes Gabi up early to tidy the apartment and prepare it for your arrival. Gabriela tidies some of the clutter in her room, while Miguel focuses on cleaning the living room and the kitchen.

As he's putting away some of the clean dishes, Miguel's sharp, red eyes glance down towards the wedding band faintly shimmering on his finger. With how quickly the divorce happened, and how busy he's been taking care of Gabriela all on his own, it had totally slipped his mind to take off the ring.

With a heavy sigh, Miguel takes off the ring that's caused him so much regret, and slips it into his pocket. Gabriela is right, he could use a new "friend".

soccer dad!miguel who straightens out his simple black t-shirt, awkwardly squirming against the weight of the fabric. He feels hot, he feels nervous. It's as if he's a teenager again, his stomach is doing backflips at the thought of having a pretty girl over. But he tries to push those desires of romance and a different kind of "reconciliation" away as he hears the doorbell ring and walks to the door.

Miguel needs to focus on making up for the mean shit he said to a beautiful young lady, and allow Gabriela to make a new friend. This was about Gabi, Tony, and Miguel's need to keep watching his daughter play the game she loves. You're just an obstacle he has to overcome to do so.

Hesitantly, Miguel opens the door with a cautious Gabriela by his side, looking down to see an uneasy smile on your stunning face, and your nephew tugging on your jacket as if he's trying to pull you away so that you can escape before it's too late. Miguel can't help but chuckle at the sight.

"Come in."

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redstarwriting · 1 year

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the clash | vii. i wanna be sedated

hobie brown x goth!reader

word count: 2k

genre: enemies to lovers

warnings: language, insults, you(?) hating hobie, anxious hobie, panic attacks, mentions of death, threat of main character death, giving blood, negative self-talk, ANGST

a/n: another short one, but that’s because it’s about to get intense. there’s a possibility the series may be ending within the next two chapters, but we shall see what happens! please enjoy this one, and i promise it won’t be all angst the rest of the time lmao there will be a pay off, next chapter should be LONG and give a smidge of happiness

previous chapter: vi. (with someone you shouldn’t’ve)

now reading: vii. i wanna be sedated

next chapter: viii. love you to death

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Hobie stares at Miguel. He can see his lips moving, but he can’t hear what he’s saying. All he can hear is his heartbeat and the blood rushing to his head. Kill? This other version of him was meant to kill you. Does that mean he’s going to kill you now that he killed him? No. No that can’t happen. He won’t let it happen.

“HOBIE!”

Hobie realizes he’s gripping the desk in front of him. His eyes are wide, and his heart is beating faster than he has ever felt it beat before. He clenches and unclenches his jaw, swallowing nothing. His throat is dry. Miguel hesitantly places a hand on his shoulder. “Hobie, can you hear me?” He nods, staring ahead of him at his hands. “I think I might know what you’re thinking. You won’t kill them. You aren’t going to take the place of Hobart on their world,” he assures him, and Hobie tries to control his shaky breathing. “You have to calm down,” Miguel says in probably the gentlest voice Hobie has ever heard from him. He forgets he’s a dad sometimes. And that he also has gone through some shit. He nods again, trying to take in what Miguel just said. He accidentally snaps two pieces off the desk with how hard he’s gripping it. He closes his eyes and takes a breath. “You were trainin’ ‘em to stop him.”

Miguel nods. “I was.”

“Does that mean I can still save ‘em?” Hobie looks at him, and Miguel sighs. “Maybe… but–”

“But what?” Hobie frantically asks, and Miguel frowns. “The Venom symbiote was supposed to take over as the Spider-Person for their world as Hobie Brown… if we defeat Venom…”

“Please don’t tell me…” Hobie whispers, and Miguel nods. “There is a 100% chance their world will collapse. It’s the final canon even in (Y/n)’s story.”

“No…” Hobie shakes his head, squeezing his eyes shut. “No, there has to be a way! We can do somethin’!”

“Hobie…” Miguel starts, but Hobie turns his head towards him, suddenly angry. Ready to fight. “And you were just gonna let this bloody shit happen?! You care so fuckin’ much about the fuckin’ canon that–”

“HOBIE. No! I wasn’t going to let it happen. Why do you think I put so much time and effort into helping them?! I’ve been trying to fix it!” Miguel yells, “I know you might find it hard to believe but I’m not a fan of an evil symbiote taking over the world of someone I’ve been mentoring for the past month.” Hobie looks down again. “What if they just… stayed with me? In my world?” “Hobie, if their world disappears, they disappear,” Miguel explains and Hobie shakes his head. “No. Find out a way to make ‘em stay! You can do that! You have tech and all the shit to do it! We can save ‘em!” Hobie is screaming at this point, and Miguel stares at him for a moment. He sighs, rubbing his face, distressed. “There… might actually be a way,” he says. Hobie nearly falls to his knees. “How?”

“I’ve been developing something to change the genetic code of someone, making them appear like they belong in another universe. My thought process behind it is if Miles did it with the spider from Earth-42, we can do it here as well,” he explains, typing something into his computer. Hobie watches the screens. He reads everything happening in front of him, but it’s a little hard at this particular moment as it feels like everything is kind of crashing down around him. He is able to get some basic information on how Miguel would do this, though. “We’d just need somethin’ from my world, then?” he asks, and Miguel nods. “Yes… but unfortunately the process can be… painful.”

“How painful?” Hobie asks, and Miguel glances at him. “Are you willing to do anything to save them?”

“Yes!” Hobie says, and Miguel nods. “We tested it on inanimate objects until we were sure it would work, then we tested it on animals. And while it always turns out fine in the end… the process is difficult to watch. Their molecules will be rearranged and changed, tearing them apart and piecing them back together. Can you sit by and watch that happen to them?” Miguel asks, and Hobie gulps. “I can try…”

Miguel holds up a smaller device, showing it to Hobie. “What you do is you take anything from your universe, inanimate, and put it in here. I’ll also need a blood sample from you.” Hobie then notices that he’s still gripping the pieces of the desk in his hands. He opens his hands, and the remains of the desk fall out of them and onto the floor. Miguel hands the device over, and Hobie holds it, tossing it back and forth in his hands. “What do I do with this?” “I just told you,” Miguel says, glancing at him. Hobie stares at the little device in his hands. Right. He did just tell him. He hasn’t felt this scatterbrained in a long time. He takes off one of his pins from his vest, sticking it inside. It whirs and shuts tightly. Miguel takes it back from him and nods. “This should work perfectly. Now, I need some blood from you. We’ll perform a blood transfusion with the blood from your world to stabilize them as the genetic splicing takes place, luckily with the technology we have here on Earth-2099, the transfusion should take no longer than 3 minutes,” Miguel explains, as he begins walking toward his lab. Hobie follows him, quieter than he’s ever been in his entire life. Miguel glances back at him. “Are you okay to give some blood?”

“Yeah. Should be nothin’,” he mumbles and Miguel nods.

Miguel motions him to sit in a chair so he could get some blood from him. He sits. “You know, this is the first time you’ve done what I’ve said without fighting me on it,” Miguel says as machines start up, preparing Hobie’s arm for blood extraction. Hobie scoffs. “Come off it, mate,” he mumbles and Miguel shrugs. “I’m just saying.”

“I’m still Spider-Man. I can be responsible or whatever,” Hobie says as the machine takes some of his blood. “Mhm. Apparently, you can,” Miguel says, and he looks at him. “So, you like them, huh?”

“What?”

“(Y/n)? You actually ended up liking them?” Miguel asks again, and Hobie shrugs one shoulder slightly. “Guess so,” Hobie mumbles, and Miguel shakes his head. “The blood extraction should be done soon. How are you feeling?”

“Bloody brilliant,” he mumbles, and then sees Miguel’s face. “Buck up, bloke. I’m fine,” he answers and Miguel nods. “I’ll get everything ready. Bring them here, and we’ll figure out the rest. If it’s the worst case scenario, let me know. I’ll send back-up.”

Hobie stands, giving Miguel a nod, and walks out of the lab. The blood extraction did make him a little light-headed, but he doesn’t have the time to sit around and wait to feel better. He’s lost in his thoughts. He let his anger get the best of him, and in doing so, put you in danger. That was the last thing he wanted. He wanted to protect you and getting that asshole out of the way was the best way to do it. He thought it was the best way, at least. But it turns out that that asshole was him. And now you’re in even more danger than you were before. If that symbiote bonds with you… He doesn’t wanna think about it. Symbiotes can fuck up a host. He’s seen it happen. He doesn’t want you to have to go through any of that. And to top it all off, Miguel was saying how dangerous this symbiote is. Does that mean if it bonds with you, it’ll kill you? And is it like his symbiotes where noises drive it crazy? How did he fuck up this bad?

He's torn out of his thoughts by a familiar voice. “Hobie! Hey!” Gwen yells, landing next to him. “Alright?”

“I’m good. You should have seen it, Miles, Pav, and I took down Doc Ock after he escaped from prison, it was crazy. We could have used you and (Y/n),” she starts rambling off and he just listens. “Sounds great,” he mumbles, and she raises an eyebrow at him. “You okay? You seem a little… down.”

“’m fine,” he mumbles, and she doesn’t believe him, but she knows he’ll talk about it when he’s ready. Miles and Pavitr appear shortly after, talking to each other about how they did a move together that was ‘so cool!’ and how they need to show Hobie it as soon as they can. “Right, great talkin’ to you all, but I have to go visit (Y/n),” Hobie says, fiddling with his watch to open a portal to your world. “Oh, are you guys on speaking terms again? About damn time,” Miles says, and Pav leaps up and down with a little clap. “Have the two of you accepted your feelings for each other yet?” Pav asks, and Hobie just glances at him, not saying anything. Usually, he would tell him to piss off. But he’s not about to do that when he did realize his feelings for you. So he just stays quiet.

The three of them look at each other with wide eyes as Hobie steps through the portal and into your world without a word.

As soon as he’s back, the air feels a little… different. Maybe it’s just him coming to terms with what he’s done, though. He’s unsure how much time has passed since he left, but a quick glance at the grandfather clock in the corner of your room tells him he’s been gone about three hours or so. He hears a soft meow and looks to see Shadow peeking out from behind a small crack between the wall and your fridge. “Hey, Shadow,” he says, crouching down and holding his hand out. Shadow cautiously approaches him, sniffing his fingers before walking into his hand. He pets him and looks around. “(Y/n)!” he calls your name but gets no response. Strange.

He hears another meow and looks down at Shadow who is staring at your balcony doors. The curtains have been pulled over them, but he can see that one is open from the wind blowing the curtain inside. He sees the silhouette of someone on your balcony, but if it was you, you would have been saying something to him by now.

He gets a bad feeling.

He slowly stands, and Gwen, Miles, and Pavitr end up coming through the portal. “Shh,” Hobie says, holding up his hand and pulling his mask over his face. The three of them glance at each other as they realize something is wrong, too. Hobie slowly walks toward your balcony doors, pushing the curtain out of the way and seeing your form facing out towards the city. You seem to be in your suit, as you’re shrouded in black from head to toe. But it looks like a new suit. Pav, Miles, and Gwen follow him, on edge the whole time. He stares at you for a moment, but you stay still.

“(Y/n)?” he says your name, and he sees your head tilt slightly, signifying you heard him. “Is that… you…?” he asks. You turn slowly. His eyes widen and his heart drops. He was too late. He sees a toothy grin spread across what was supposed to be your mask and clenches his fists as he hears Venom laugh. “(Y/n) can’t come to the phone right now,” Venom says, their otherworldly voice causing the four spiders to prepare for the worst. “But I would like to thank you, Hobie Brown, for freeing me of my constraints.”

Hobie has a flashback to his fight with himself. “The glass…” he mutters, and Venom lets out a laugh. He feels the world close in on him. His hands shake. He was too late. You were already taken over by Venom. As if reading his thoughts, Venom smiles at him, muttering the words that make his heart stop.

“You led me to them.”

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skele-ghost · 2 months

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Baby, it’s Hot Outside: Part 1

I wrote this like 8 months ago as a smut fic…and never got to the smut part. Rest assured, there will be smut eventually.

MDNI, 18+, Warnings: Omegaverse AU, being sick, mentions of illicit drug use, people yelling?

See prologue for summary and masterlist

You’ve been with the 141 for about six months. A decent amount of time, plenty of missions—but you still feel like you’re the outsider, somehow.

It’s because they’re a pack, the five of them, and you’re the tag-along coworker, the specialist. You’re all good friends, sure, but they’re all mates. You don’t stand half a chance against a bond like that.

You keep your sorrows to yourself, though—your envy. They’re all happy together, and you’re happy for them, even if part of your heart aches for that kind of love and affection you’ve never known.

You’re a beta, we’re raised by betas, in a beta-dominant community. Your health class in school didn’t even cover the other dynamics, and even in college all of your irl friends had been betas.

You’re a loner, anyways. You’re most comfortable behind a computer screen, getting into files you shouldn’t, pulling the strings from the shadows.

That’s how you’d been recruited, anyways (don’t hack into the Pentagon drunk), Laswell taking an interest in your effortless talent and skill for computers and machinery.

After working on a few missions with the 141, you were given a formal invite with a nice pay upgrade that you didn’t want to turn down.

They guys are a little intimidating at times. Ghost is…Ghost. He, Price, and König all being alphas. König worried you at first—he’s something called an Apex Alpha, and while you’re not completely sure what that means, you know that the term comes from ‘apex predator’ and connected the dots from there.

But it turns out he’s just a big sweetheart. Yeah, he’s the team’s human battering ram, and yeah, he gets a little scary on the field; but none of them, not even König, had made you feel threatened or unsafe.

Maybe that’s why you stay even if you sometimes feel a little left out. You keep yourself occupied with your tasks: hacking, repairing, making little electronics. You’ve all fallen into a comfortable routine with each other, falling into your roles like good little soldiers.

Which is why you’re confused to all hell as to why they seem pissed at you. You keep going over and over it in your mind, each interaction picked over and analyzed, but you come up on a blank.

Ghost had outright shoulder-checked you this morning. You told him to watch it and he glared at you. He hadn’t glared at you since the early days when you were new.

It was worse with Soap. You were closest with him. He always comes in and checks on you since you have a pension for locking yourself away while working which causes you to forget to eat or sleep. Now he’s glaring at you, too.

It didn’t help that you’re all on a mission. Recon, roughing it in sleeping bags, camped out at an old abandoned cluster of cabins. You’re all monitoring a base down below the ridge of the mountain, intent to find intel on El Sin Nombre.

You decide to brush it all off. Maybe they’re just in sour moods? Maybe you really did do something wrong, but until either of them confronted you about it, there was no point in worrying about it.

So you kept busy monitoring the local radio frequencies in your cabin. It’s damn boring, though, and the summer heat of Mexico isn’t helping.

You’d die for an air conditioner right now. Well, you’d die to not be on this mission anymore, to be back on base and have more space away from your colleagues. And you’d die to not have this guilty, worried pit in your stomach. You always get it when something bad is going to happen, the dread getting worse and worse over time. It’s stressing you out, making you sweat even more. You probably stink.

It’s almost a relief when Gaz shows up, creaking the old screen door open, but he looks pissed at you, too, and you want to cry from sheer frustration.

“God, not you, too,” you groan, smoothing your sweaty hair away from your face.

“Captain wants to see you,” Gaz says, sounding angry, confusing her just as much.

“Seriously? This about Ghost and Soap? What did I do?”

Gaz scowls, “don’t play coy, Seraph, he’s not going to like that.”

“What are you—“ you sigh, “you know what? Fine. Maybe he’ll explain why you’re all so pissed at me.”

Being outside in the sunshine, even briefly, makes you feel worse and hotter. You wonder if maybe you’re getting heat exhaustion or something—you aren’t used to being in the field and you’re sure as hell not used to being in the summer heat for so long.

Shit, maybe you’re coming down with something. As you and Gaz march over to the Captain’s cabin, you notice that everything smells different. Off. It’s making you nauseous.

When you step into the cabin, you know you’re in for it. Captain Price is standing at his desk, glowering down at you. Soap is standing a little ways behind him, his arms crossed, and Ghost is sitting in the back corner like the spook he’s named after, arms crossed.

It takes a hell of a lot of restraint not to curse under your breath, but you manage.

“Take a seat, Private,” the captain gestures at the chair in front of the desk and you have no room to argue.

You hate when they call you that—Private. It’s not even your rank. Technically you have none, you’re a specialist, and you never enlisted. You were a CIA Special Agent before all of this. Why they picked ‘private’ out for you, you have no idea, but you do feel like it undermines your hard work. You’re not some E-1, after all.

Everyone’s eyes on you makes you want to squirm, but you hold fast. It smells overwhelmingly like several different things: cigars, whiskey, cinnamon, wood smoke, the wild flowers that are outside.

Your guts keep screaming that something is wrong, wrong, wrong.

“You’ve put this mission in jeopardy, Seraph. I have half a mind to relieve you of duty and send you home,” Price says, his voice terse.

“Sir?” You ask, wanting him to elaborate, to tell you what you did wrong so that you can fix it.

“You set König off, he’s up at the deer blind refusing to come down,” he adds, voice rising in volume.

You frown, now noticing his missing figure. “König? What’s wrong with him,” you ask, concerned.

Your Captain lets out a disingenuous chuckle, which probably would’ve made your blood run cold if you weren’t so hot.

“Don’t act like you don’t know,” he says, practically growling. “We can tell. There’s no hiding it.”

“Wh—“

“Why did you do it?” Soap interrupts, fuming. “You’ve been part of the team for nearly two years, you don’t think you can trust us?”

The CIA training kicks in and you keep your mouth shut for the moment. This is starting to sound like a set up—like you’re being pinned for something you didn’t do. Or like they think you’re lying about something and are waiting for you to spill first.

But the other part of you, the part that knows your team, doesn’t think so. Maybe that part of you just doesn’t want to imagine them betraying you.

Price sighs, stepping away from the table, running his hands down his face. A sour smell begins to stack in the room and you crinkle your nose.

You hate confrontation. It was your biggest downfall, considering that you now work in special forces. You’d just barely passed your interrogation training after four attempts—yelling people upset you, which is why you never thought you’d be working alongside the military.

“I don’t…know what this is about,” you say, your voice small and meek.

“Yes, you do,” Price insists, crossing his arms, and before you can open your mouth the screen door opens again.

Gaz comes in holding your medicine, the ziplock bag stuffed with your prescribed medications and supplements.

“What the fuck,” you whisper as he puts it on the table, and then raise your voice, “that’s a HIPAA violation, you can’t just take those!”

Gaz’s hand on your shoulder is the only thing stopping you from taking your bag back. Price points at the bag, “which ones are the heat suppressants? I’m giving you a chance to come clean, (L/N).”

“Come cle—“ you stop yourself, frowning as you try to pull the new piece of evidence into the mix. “You…think I’m abusing prescription drugs?”

Soap huffs, “let me see, I know what they look like.”

Price hands him the bag, and everyone’s still just glaring at you while you try and think.

“What are you looking for, opiates? I’ve never been prescribed—“

“The heat suppressants, (L/N), where are they?!” Soap shouts, tossing the bag back onto the table. “Do you ‘ave any idea what that shite does to your body? They can kill you!”

You take in a deep breath, trying to stay calm. Your head is starting to pound with all this shouting. “What the fuck are you guys talking about? What are heat suppressants?”

“Oh, come on,” Ghost growls, rising from his chair in the corner and stalking over. “Quit acting daft and tell us the truth!”

Soap’s hand on his chest holds him back from coming any closer. You’re about ready to cry, now, swallowing down the lump in your throat. You have to stay calm, that’s what your training taught you.

“You can be discharged for this,” Price continues, still angry. “Hiding any medical history can get you booted, especially your designation!”

“My designation?” You furrow your brow, “I never lied about my designation, I’m a beta.”

“You fucking—“ But Soap holds Ghost back, walking him to sit back down in the chair in the corner. He’s livid. You’ve never seen any of them so mad.

“No, you’re not,” Price says, and you can tell how hard it is to keep himself calm and at an even tone of voice. “Heat suppressants might’ve tricked your body into thinking that, but that’s not the truth, is it, (Y/N)?”

This is beyond frustrating. Fuck being calm, you’re on your last nerve, “what the hell are heat suppressants, and why the fuck do you think I’m taking them? And for the love of god, will one of you motherfuckers tell me what I’m being accused of here?!”

Your voice echos in the old cabin for a minute. Somehow, that managed to shut them up and get them thinking. Less angry now, they look at you with confusion, apprehension.

“You really don’t know what’s going on?” Gaz asks next to you, and you glance up at him briefly.

“No! How many times do I have to tell you fuckers?” You wince at the ache in your skull that’s becoming worse, “and will someone pass me a Tylenol? Y’all are making my head hurt.”

You rest your face in your hands, trying to get your erratic breathing to calm down along with your skipping heart.

“(Y/N), when was your last heat?” Soap asks, his voice much, much more gentle.

You look up at him, squinting, “huh? I never had heat exhaustion before. My mama did, when I was little…”

“I think she’s serious,” Gaz says, as if you’re not right next to him.

“Shit,” someone says, and you can’t really tell who. You look up when you hear the sound of your medicine bag again, Soap fishing out two Tylenols and handing them to you along with a nearby water bottle.

“Thanks,” you mutter, quickly downing the pills and the rest of the water. Looking around the room at everyone again, you almost wish they were angry again. The anxious looks of worry on their faces is much worse, because they’re worried about you, and you don’t know what for.

Price sighs, sitting down at his desk chair. “You’ve never had a heat before?”

“That’s what I just said,” you quip, snippier than usual.

Price glances up at Soap, who nods, and then he looks back at you. “That’s not what this is, Seraph. You’re going into heat. You’re an omega.”

—

You scrunch your face up, frowning. “No, I’m a beta,” you insist, voice soft.

“No, (Y/N), you’re not.” Your captain pinches the bridge of his nose, and it’s the first time you’ve seen him at a total loss for words.

“You’re going inta heat, bonnie,” Soap says. “Even Gaz can smell you.”

You freeze, picking up the collar of your shirt and taking an experimental whiff of yourself. No, it just smells like sweat and laundry detergent.

“Am I the one that smells weird?” You ask, “because it does smell weird.”

“No, that’s us,” Soap explains. “Your nose is sharper now that you’re going into heat.”

“Mm-hmm,” you say, not believing a word of it. “But there’s no way I’m an omega. Both sides of my parents lineage goes back six generations—all betas. It’s literally impossible.”

“You never had the genetic testing done?” Soap asks. Testing can be done when you’re born to best guess what you’ll present as by looking at your dominant genes.

“There was no reason to, seeing as there’s a 0% chance of me being anything other than a beta,” you argue, wiping the sweat from your chin. “I mean, if I’m an omega, then Soap’s King of Scotland.”

“And it’s damn good to be king,” Soap says, crossing his arms.

Price shakes his head, “it’s not a debate, sweetheart, you are an omega. Is it possible you’re adopted?”

“What?! No!” Your head snaps up to glare at him, “my mom would’ve told me.”

“Have you seen your birth certificate?”

You roll your eyes, “have you seen yours?”

“I have mine,” he raises his eyebrows at you and you sigh.

“My ma lost the original copy—house fire,” you explain, but you know you’re not wrong. “Even if I was, that wouldn’t change anything, right? You present your designation in puberty, and I never presented, therefore…beta.”

You cross your arms.

“Then explain the smell,” Ghost says, speaking up from his quiet corner. You had almost forgotten about him.

“Obviously I’m sick,” you say, “maybe I ate something bad.”

“We all ate the same thing,” Ghost sighs, unsatisfied with your answer.

“Allergic reaction. I’ve never been to Mexico; we touch plants all the time.” That one’s more feasible, you think.

“That’s not—“

“Alright, enough,” Price says, stopping yours and Ghost’s banter. “Arguing about this isn’t going to change anything.”

“Right,” Soap agrees, walking over to you. “Whether you’re sick, or in heat, or having an allergic reaction, you need rest.”

“But who’s gonna monitor the radio?” You’re a little wobbly as Soap hauls you to your feet, but you shake it off.

“Gaz knows how to use the equipment,” Soap says and you begin walking out of the cabin and back to yours.

“Who’s gonna do Gaz’s job?”

“Me, probably.”

“Then who’s gonna do your job?”

“Quit it, (L/N).”

—

A/N: If you made it this far, thanks! I’ve recently been inspired by the fic authors I follow to post my own content. I write a lot, mostly for my own enjoyment, but I’ve never really shared anything except this and the Graves fic I posted forever ago. I think I’m gonna post fic like this that I’m comfortable with and see where it goes. I’m not taking requests and I can’t guarantee I’ll reply to messages or asks, but I will look at them lol

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gyunglitter · 9 months

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i'll always choose you ⚘ choi beomgyu

-for the days being alive seems too hard, you're so happy to have your boyfriend

warnings: none really, just beomgyu being a simp—also, not edited

tags: established relationship, angst, fluff, hurt to comfort

notes: this is the first time i’ve ever finished a story (even if it is just a one shot), but i’m so happy it was this one. i wrote this during a couple of my bad days, so i hope it can help you on yours <3

Beomgyu was just barely getting out of his post-practice shower when he heard his special ringtone he had set just for you go off. You hadn’t talked to each other all day, your last interaction being a quick facetime and good night texts. And while the other members teased him for being clingy, he admitted with his full chest that he missed you. Tiredly wiping a towel through his damp hair, Beomgyu looked at his phone to see a new text message from you.

From: bubs <3

are you busy?

Beomgyu raised an eyebrow at the simple message; typically, you were a pretty energetic texter. It was something he liked about you since he was the same way with people he cared about. Your relationship was still fairly new, but he didn’t think it felt that way with you– the two of you seemed to just get one another, clicking instantly right off the bat and your connection getting deeper with every interaction. So to see a quick text like that surprised him a little bit, but with the thought of getting to facetime you, Beomgyu texted you back immediately.

To: bubs <3

hey, just got out of the shower! practice went a little long today🙃

Beomgyu set his phone down for a moment to throw on some clothes, thinking you would take a bit longer to respond since you typically send longer texts once you knew he was free to talk. However, he was proven wrong when he heard your ringtone go off not even ten seconds later.

From: bubs <3

can i see you?

Beomgyu couldn’t help but feel a little worried as he glanced at the message, throwing his shirt on to get his hands back on his phone. Call him dramatic, but the simple sentence made the worst possible scenarios run through his mind.

To: bubs <3

is everything okay?

what happened?

From: bubs <3

it’s fine

nothing happened

sorry, didn’t mean to worry you

A sigh left Beomgyu’s mouth as he read your last text, confusion and worry only building up even more. Though you assured him nothing had happened, it sure as hell didn’t feel like it. Not only were your texts incredibly bland, but you also weren’t elaborating much of anything, something you supremely hated. Communication was key to you, and he was just now starting to realize why.

To: bubs <3

are you at your dorm right now?

From: bubs <3

yeah

To: bubs <3

okay, did you want any food or anything?? i can drop by the dumpling place or tteokbokki stand on the way to yours!

From: bubs <3

its fine, see you soon?

To: bubs <3

yeah, i’ll be there in 15

just gotta let the guys know!

Beomgyu waited for any other texts from you to come through, but was left with the same screen. No “thanks”, no “stay safe” text, not even one emoji that could possibly express some form of affection. At first he thought you got into an accident of some disastrous sort, spiking his worries. Now, he can feel the worry levels rising again, this time for himself.

What if you wanted to break up with him?

He thought your two a half months of being together had been perfect so far, he hadn’t messed up once. Sure, he teased you about the way you sang his songs sometimes, or the times you needed his help with your perilla leaf, or even when you couldn’t beat Hueningkai in arm wrestling. But he thought it was cute! He thought you liked him annoying you since you dished it back much worse than he did–BUT WHAT IF YOU DIDN’T?

Oh no.

He had to beg you to not leave him, he was not ready to let you go, he hadn’t even taken you to meet Toto yet.

You sat by your front door, resting your head beside the door frame as you waited for Beomgyu to show up. You had no idea how much time had passed since you couldn’t even bring yourself to look at your phone after his last message got through to you. You’d left your phone on your bed and used your remaining energy to trudge your way to the front door. You were tired.

True to your texts to your boyfriend, nothing had happened. And it was okay. You weren’t, but the vague subject of “it” very much was. Sort of.

Nothing inherently bad happened to you: no one spilt their coffee on you, no mean people at work, not even a long red light while driving home. It had just been one of those days where the world felt a little heavier on you. You honestly haven't felt this way in a while. Not since before meeting Beomgyu, who made you smile more than you thought was possible. But alas, mental illness isn’t cured so easily.

You’d gotten home from work less than thirty minutes ago, but you had yet to feel any relief yet. Not knowing what to do and not wanting to be alone, you reached out to the boy who makes you feel lighter effortlessly. You’ve only been together for two and a half months, but they have been the happiest two and a half months you’ve experienced–cheesiness be damned.

Frantic knocks on the front door motivated you to get up for your boyfriend, the tightness in your chest already getting ready to loosen at the thought of Beomgyu standing on the other side.

You could see your boyfriend’s startled face when you opened the door, most likely from the fact that he had barely taken his fist off the wood when you’d whipped it open.

“Y-Y/n! I got here as fast as I could! I know what you’re gonna say, and I just wanna say first that I’m so sorry for teasing you so much–you just make the cutest facial expressions when you get annoyed and I didn’t realize you might have actually cared that I said Hyuka’s arms are bigger than your mom–”

You stared at the boy rambling in front of you, waving one arm in the air as chaotically as his words. However, you also saw in his other hand was a small bunch of flowers–flowers that looked suspiciously like the ones planted in your main lobby’s centerpieces. The poor things still had clumps of dirt on their ends and were staining your boyfriend’s fingers, but he didn’t show any indication of caring as he was still staring at you intently, unshed tears lining his eyes.

This was your boyfriend. Your sweet, loud, silly boyfriend who never failed to make you feel lighter. Effortlessly.

Quickly, you wrapped your arms around Beomgyu’s waist and held him tightly. You felt his arms secure themselves around you automatically. You only realized he’d done it without thinking when he stopped talking and could feel his heart rate suddenly pick up after a few seconds in each other’s arms.

“I don’t wanna break up with you, you loser,” you muttered into his neck and chest.

Beomgyu breathed out. “You don’t?”

“No, I just…really wanted to see you.”

All you could manage was burying yourself even deeper into your boyfriend’s embrace. For the first time today, you felt like you could finally trust someone enough to take hold of the weight from the world and bear it with you. As a result, you slowly leaned against Beomgyu even more and let him really hold you, feeling as if you didn’t have to hold yourself up now that you knew help was here.

Beomgyu tightened his grip on you, when he felt you sigh into his neck. His mind flashed back to the messages you sent. Sure he was relieved that you weren’t trying to leave him, but now he was back to square one: worrying about you.

“Y/n?” He whispered into your hair.

“Hm?”

“I…I really like you, y/n…” Beomgyu admitted quietly. “You said nothing happened, but I know you’re not okay. I don’t know what’s wrong, but please tell me so I can fix it.”

He felt your head burrow even further into him for a second and was about to say…well he doesn’t quite know what to say, he’s just so damn worried about you. But he ended up not needing to say anything. Because you had instead pushed yourself away from his embrace and grabbed his hands, not minding the dirt gathering on your fingers from his pathetic flowers.

“Let’s head inside, Gyu.”

And you led him through, not letting go of his hand once. Not even when he reached to take off his shoes. You instead stuck to him, as if you couldn’t bear to be physically apart from him for one second. He didn’t mind. He felt the same way.

When you both made it to your room, Beomgyu placed the crushed flowers on your bedside table and laid down on your bed. It only took him a second to open his arms for you to snuggle into him once again, shrinking yourself even more than you had before. He massaged the back of your neck under your hair, a habit he randomly developed with you to soothe both you and himself, and felt you release another big sigh.

Though this felt really nice, Beomgyu couldn’t feel at ease. This was completely new territory for the both of you. Sure, you had many quiet moments together. But your silences together were more so ones of peace. This one felt more like…an absence. As if he was missing something and just waiting for you to fill it in again.

“Thanks for the flowers. I’m sorry I worried you so much,” you whispered, your voice so low he wouldn’t have been able to hear had it not been for the lack of space between you. You sounded so, well, small.

And as much as Beomgyu wanted to tell you it was okay, he knew he couldn’t. Because if he said it was, you’d think you could do it again. And he really did not want to go through feeling like this again. Others would call him dramatic, but he calls it his Y/n Intuition. You may be the light in his life, but he knows all about hiding your real feelings behind a smile.

“I just…I don’t think about what I’m saying or doing sometimes when I get…like this…”

He can practically hear the struggle you’re going through as you try to communicate with him.

“What is this, bubs?” Beomgyu asked patiently, prompting you to keep trying.

Taking a breath, you took the time to sort out your thoughts before saying, “Somedays I just wake up…duller I guess.”

“Duller?”

You nodded hesitantly. “Like the colors are fading, my days all become the same, and even though I just woke up I’m so tired. And I just…don’t get the point anymore.”

Beomgyu tried his hardest to not flinch at your confession.

“I’m so tired, Beomgyu, I can’t bring myself to do anything. And I can’t want to do anything either. Just the thought of it….” You shook your head back and forth, as if to erase what you’d just said. “Agh, I hate myself sometimes. I’m sorry, that’s so lazy. I’m not like this most of the time, I promise, Gyu. Some days are just harder than others.”

Beomgyu frowned deeply at your denial to yourself. He didn’t like hearing the things you thought about unconsciously, but even more, he didn’t like the way you talked about yourself.

“Why do you talk about yourself like that?” He asked, hands still.

You raised your head to look up at him. “Like what?”

“‘Lazy’. You’re not lazy, y/n.”

“That’s what being lazy is, dude,” you scoffed, letting out a light laugh.

But Beomgyu shook his head. “That’s not the root of the issue–there’s a difference between being lazy and overwhelmed. It happens to me too, you can’t help that sometimes. But you’re. Not. Lazy, y/n. You just need help.”

He watched as your eyes widened at him, before you frowned and scoffed, mostly aimed toward yourself. “I’m, uh, not very good at asking for help.”

“You did a good job of getting me here,” Beomgyu smiled.

You shook your head at him. “But I wasn’t trying to get you here for help. I…” you sighed out, laying your head back in Beomgyu’s neck. “I just wanted you.”

With a new soft feeling taking over, Beomgyu nearly burst into tears for the second time that night. He felt things in his heart and stomach he had never felt before, and he didn’t want it to ever go away. God, he couldn’t put a proper name to how he felt, but he wanted you too.

“I missed you today, “ he whispered into the quiet room.

“Yeah?” you whispered back.

“Mhm. Practice went long today, but it felt even longer because I couldn’t focus on anything but that goodnight text you sent me last night.”

“It wasn’t anything special, Gyu,” you said, but he could tell that you were blushing, which made him let out a soft chuckle.

“I swear, you have such a way with words, bubs, I think you chose the wrong profession,” he joked lightly, feeling the way your lips curved against his neck. “But it’s not always the words you say that matter to me, it’s the fact that you say anything at all.”

Beomgyu’s hand that had been rubbing the back of your neck moved down to squeeze your waist again.

He said softly, “I know it’s hard for you to see what the point is some days, I feel like that sometimes too. But I just have to remind myself of the things that keep me happy.”

“Like Toto?” you chimed in, a small smile creeping up your lips as Beomgyu snorted at your lame joke to stop your tears from coming.

“I was thinking more about you, but yes, I guess he counts too.”

You gasped playfully, “Wow, some pet owner you are.”

He just shrugged in response. “It was either that or a being a good boyfriend, bubs.”

“Well,” you sighed heavily, “Even though I feel bad for your bird, I have to say I am grateful you chose the second option. I mean, look at these beautiful flowers you got me. They’re so authentic, they still have the dirt from my lobby on them.”

Beomgyu merely smiled, before saying, “It’s not that hard of a decision—I’ll always choose you, bubs.”

He felt a groan reverberate off of his neck from your whining form and tried to stop the laugh from bubbling out of his chest, knowing it would distract you from his point. Meanwhile you were too busy trying to fight off your embarrassment.

“Oh my god, Gyu, you’re so cheesy!” You try and nestle into your boyfriend further to hide from him, but fail as you’re already as close as can be. And with the fact that Beomgyu does not put up with it this time.

“No y/n, I mean it!” Your boyfriend pushed you away gently but firmly to make you see his gaze that was filled with determination and sincerity. “I know it’s only been a couple of months, but you need to know this because I can’t see myself not being with you anytime in the near future. Meaning there are going to be more days like this, whether it’s you feeling off, or me! While I try to let you know just how much I care about you everyday, I want you to remember especially on the hard days that you are so important; to the people you call family, to the people you work with, to the people you smile at, to our friends, to my family, to me. God, y/n, you mean the world to me.”

You could feel tears start to build up on your lash line. Usually you’d try and hide away when you started to get emotional, but between Beomgyu’s firm hands holding you and his own watery eyes staring intently into yours, you couldn’t bring yourself to pull away.

“While I want you to be the happiest person everyday of your life and never have to cry, I know personally how that isn’t healthy or fair of me to put on you,” Beomgyu said, his voice starting to become wobbly, “So whenever you feel like this, I want you to know that I understand. And if you’ll have me, I’ll be here.”

The tears were already falling, from both your eyes and his, but you didn’t care. All you could feel was Beomgyu’s heart beating under your hand as you slowly moved it to rest on his chest. Your heart rate matched his easily, speeding up just the tiniest bit as Beomgyu moved his hand to rest on top of yours.

“Gyu…”

“Please have me, Y/n. I really, really like you. And I want to be here, no matter what kind of day it is,” he whispered now, the words slowly getting lower the closer you inched to him.

You let out the smallest laugh, as if the peaceful feeling filling your stomach was floating through your lungs to now fill the small space between you and your boyfriend's lips. The laugh was a tinkly, kind sound that seemed to have reached Beomgyu, because the tears running down his cheeks were overtaken by his dimples you so famously adored. Your laugh sounded out, but the smile on your face remained as you started to cup his cheek and lightly trace over his dimple.

“God…you mean the world to me too, Beomgyu,” you whispered.

Your voice sent shivers down Beomgyu’s spine, and the way he sighed in awe at your words made you lean forward to close the space between you two, your lips finally connecting after what felt like too long.

His hands shifted to tugging you even closer as he sighed in the kiss. You hummed against his lips as well, relishing in the way he deepened the kiss, a bit desperately as if he couldn’t possibly get enough of you. You couldn’t complain, as you felt the exact same. And as you felt the connection between you both deepen, you could also feel the tightness in your chest melt away.

While you knew your problems/feelings weren’t something Beomgyu could kiss away, you knew he would understand. You knew he would be there. And you knew he would care.

And for now, that was enough to get you out of bed the next morning with a smile, ready to take on another day.

(additional) notes: just wanted to say that while this beomgyu isn’t real, i hope y’all know that everything this one said is still true. if y’all need anything, message me or any of the ones mentioned and watch some to do :)

#tomorrow x tomorrow #txt #beomgyu x reader #choi beomgyu #choi beomgyu x reader #txt x reader #beomgyu #beomgyu imagines #txt fluff #beomgyu fluff

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cobiehill · 2 years

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Is Your Husband Home?

pairing: milf!wandamaximoff x femalebabysitter!reader

warnings: 18+ top!wanda, mommy kink, praise kink, fingering, slight use of powers, alcohol mention, age gap, wanda is a milf! (reader is 18+) minors dni!!

w/c: 1525

summary: wanda doesn't wait for her husband to leave before having her way with reader

masterlist

You’d been babysitting the twins at the Maximoff residence for just over two years now. Unbeknownst to the twin’s father, you’d been quietly seeing Wanda after a drunken encounter a couple of weeks back.

Although Wanda had always been very forward and flirty towards you, it was still a new, and quite scary territory for you.

Especially since she had insisted on still leaving fleeting touches and cheek kisses on you while Vision was still in the house. Sometimes even in the room.

He was sweet, and painfully naive, and you couldn’t fight off the feeling of guilt when he’d talk so highly of you or state that you were practically part of the family.

Wanda would beam and pull you into her side.

“I don’t know what I’d do without her.” she’d reply, cool and confident as ever.

It was late August, and you’d just managed to put the boys down to bed, when you headed down the stairs and were promptly greeted by the couple.

“You’re home early” you commented, smiling as you looked between the pair. Vision busied himself instantly, gathering his laptop and heading towards the kitchen counter. Wanda stayed put, her eyes fixed on your frame.

“Indeed we are” Vision responded “I hope you don’t mind. We’ll pay you for the full time, of course.”

“It’s no bother” You assured, and Wanda smirked, inching herself closer towards you.

“Date night got cut short” She said in a low voice, throwing her gaze over to her husband, who was already in his own little world, engrossed in his screen. “Vis had a call…emergency reports to be done, or whatever”.

She looked a little pissed off, but that was short lived as she turned to face you, taking your hands into her own.

“Why don’t you keep me company for a little while? Your shift isn’t over yet.” her tone was sweet, however the look in her eyes said otherwise.

“Great idea darling!” Vision chirped, blissfully unaware of the ideas his wife had in mind for you.

Twenty minutes later you found yourself in their brand new hot tub, having borrowed one of Wanda’s swimsuits. The sun had begun to set and you watched Wanda finish off the last of her wine, the remaining light from the sun bouncing off her features. She looked radiant, and you found yourself staring, still rendered speechless by how beautiful she looked despite having known her for so long. Once the glass had been put down, she redirected her attention towards you.

“You look so pretty in my clothes.” she stated, her eyes raking you up and down.

You weren’t sure you could class her skimpy two piece you were wearing as clothes, however you accepted her compliment gratefully. She didn’t miss the way your cheeks darkened, a sense of pride overcoming her.

“I was thinking about you all night” she added quietly, her hand coming to rest on your knee under the water while her thumbs brushed over the skin.

You jolted at the small touch, eyes shooting back over towards the house, where you could see Vision through the window, sat at the counter in the dimly lit room. Wanda followed your gaze with a dry laugh.

“Don’t worry about him darling” she whispered, her hand beginning to trail up your thigh “He’ll be working for hours.”

You gave an unsure nod as you felt her fingertips come into contact with your underwear.

“Are you sure we should be doing this right now?” You questioned.

Wanda looked at you as though you’d asked her the most ridiculous question in the world.

Instead of an immediate response, you felt her fingers toy around, adding pressure to your clit beneath the fabric.

You did want to, and Wanda knew that.

“Just keep quiet” her voice was barely a whisper “You can do that for mommy, right?”

The heat between your legs intensified and you nodded. This felt wrong, but you soon missed the feeling of her as she guided you by your shoulders so that you had your back facing the house. She took her place beside you, a sickly smirk appearing on her face.

“Use your words, you can do it.” she urged, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. You squirmed under her gaze. A look of adoration and hunger adorning her features as she awaited your response.

“Yes mommy, I can be quiet” You whisper, almost inaudibly. You mentally celebrate as her hand returned to your underwear, slipping her fingers below the waistband.

She moved painfully slowly, and you couldn’t help but flinch when she came into contact with your exposed core, drawing lines down your folds before connecting her fingertips to your clit.

Her touch was almost too light and you bit back a whine, attempting to move your hips to gain friction.

She frowned.

“I need you to be still, baby, understand?”

You went to respond, but before you had a chance, she flicked her free hand, red whisps escaping them and you felt your thighs pressing down to the seat with an invisible force.

She looked down at you with a proud grin and leaned in towards your ear.

“All better” she spoke, leaving goosebumps down your neck, which were soon forgotten when she rolled the bundle of nerves between your legs with her thumb, a satisfied sigh escaping her lips.

You struggled against her powers, wanting nothing more than to chase the release you so desperately longed for.

“Relax baby. Mommy’s going to take care of you tonight. Mommy knows how to make you feel good” Wanda reassured, her voice soft, enjoying the power she had over you. The way your breathing faltered when she played with you the way she knew you liked it.

You let out a small whimper as you felt two fingers enter you at a torturously slow pace.

“You’re so wet already” she noted to herself “My perfect girl”

To your delight, she began to thrust her digits into you, building up a quicker pace, her eyes not leaving your own as she watched your arousal grow.

You whined again, to which Wanda pressed a finger against your lips to shush you. You took this opportunity to take it into your mouth and Wanda raised an eyebrow.

“Not so worried about Vis now, huh?” She asked with a chuckle.

You swirled your tongue against her finger and she pushed in another. Humming softly as you took them.

“Whatever keeps you quiet” she mumbled, quickening her pace. You squeezed your eyes shut as you felt your lower stomach begin to tighten. Her fingers curled inside you as her thumb reached to circle your clit once more.

“No no” she pressed, removing the fingers from your mouth to cup your face. “Eyes open baby. Mommy wants you to look at her when you come”.

Wanda used her other hand to reach underneath your bra, your nipples hardening as she pinched at the bud, a low laugh escaping her as you leaned further into her grip. Your thighs ached from attempting to push against her restraint, and you let out a groan as she worked at your body, feeling yourself getting closer. You wanted nothing more than to feel her mouth against your own as you reached your high and the older woman seemed to realise this. You’d forgotten how easy it was for her to read you.

“I know baby” she cooed “You can kiss mommy all you like when we’re alone”

This statement reinforced your earlier worry, twisting to look behind you to see if you’d been caught out. Wanda tutted, gripping your chin firmly once again.

“What did mommy tell you, detka? Eyes on me.”

“I’m close mommy” You moaned, breathing heavy and she twisted her fingers inside of you, thumb caressing your clit faster than before.

“You can let go now, princess” she whispered, watching your body jerk under her control as you came undone.

Her hands remained in their position, eventually slowing down as she helped you ride out your high.

Your mind was swimming as the sensation overcame you, heightened by the way her eyes drilled into you.

“There she is” Wanda spoke finally, pride glowing in her face as she admired you, weak and dizzy in front of her. “You did so well for me baby”.

You blushed deeply as you felt her powers loosen you from their grip. She ran the tips over her fingers over your cheeks, coaxing you out of your trance.

“Such a good girl.” she praised once more. You were sure you could’ve managed another round, however you were ripped out of this daydream when she reached for her empty glass and began to stand up and make her way out of the tub.

You hadn’t realised the look on your face was so obvious until Wanda tilted her head at you with a smirk.

“It’s okay detka, we still have tomorrow.” She flashed you a wicked grin as she held out a towel for you. “Now lets see if my husband can make himself useful and fix us another glass of wine”.

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ladymercury8 · 2 years

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1986: A Love Odyssey | Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: You work at the local cinema in Hawkins, and Steve is starstruck when he first sees you. [1.8k]

Warnings: 16+ for light steaminess, cursing, no spoilers, fluff.

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The first time Steve Harrington saw you, he had come to watch Top Gun with Robin.

He entered the cinema as per usual, striding across the red velvet carpet towards the snack stand with Robin in tow. They were bickering about who was more attractive, Meg Ryan or Rebecca De Mornay, and how unfair it was that Tom Cruise got to kiss both of them.

But as soon as Steve looked up to place his order, his hand already reaching for the wallet in his back pocket mechanically, he was dumbfounded. He blanked at the conversation he was having, jaw slightly gaping open, staring at your face across the counter. Your rosy cheeks. Your soft hair, despite the tangles. Your necklace, resting against your collarbones. Your endless eyes.

He was so in awe that he didn’t register the confused furrow of your brows, the small smile on your lips, the light giggle as you repeated, “Hello? Are you OK? Can I get you anything?”

It took Robin’s sharp elbow hitting him in the ribcage for him to fall back down to Earth. He grabbed his side, muttering, “what was that for?”

Robin simply nudged her head towards you, then behind her at the developing queue.

Yet, once again, Steve was like a fish out of water when he looked at you.

“He’s trying to think of a pick-up line, so while he’s contemplating, which, I can assure you, is certainly a strain for him, could I get a bucket of popcorn and a Coke?” Robin said.

While Steve grumbled a “shut up,” under his breath, you just smiled at Robin, nodding, your face bright. You then looked expectantly at Steve, slightly shy.

“Ditto.”

You pushed your hair behind your ear, reading out the price, rushing to grab their orders as Steve placed the money on the counter.

“Enjoy the movie,” you beamed, and Steve would have swore his heart stopped. As you reached to give them back their change, Steve grabbed your wrist across the counter.

“No need. Keep it, doll face.”

As the pair headed towards their screening, Robin stared at Steve, bemused. “What was that?”

“What was what?” he feigned.

“Mr. Steve Harrington, flirter supreme, wooer of all women, was just left speechless,” Robin guffawed.

“She’s different,” was all he replied, suddenly slapping himself on the forehead, “shit, I forgot to ask her name.”

“Y/N,” Robin smirked. When Steve turned, confused, she added, “it said so on her name tag. You're not the only one who thinks she's cute.”

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The second time Steve saw you, he was with Dustin, Lucas and Mike. They were watching Stand by Me, rated R for some reason, which thus required a guardian. Dustin had effortlessly persuaded Steve to join them.

Steve had gone to the movie house several times since your first encounter, hoping to spot you again. But you were never seen, either because you were working 'behind the scenes,' or because it was your day off.

This time, he was ready. The three boys stood behind him as he approached you, hand combing his hair back, signature smile plastered on his lips. His confidence was only boosted when he saw the knowing look in your eyes: recognition. You had remembered him.

“Hi there,” you said, “how can I help you?”

“Look, about last time, I-”, Steve was stuttering, he had to look down, “I came prepared, today, I-I made this whole speech weeks ago, even practiced in front of my goddamn mirror, I just, whenever I look at you I-”

Glancing up, he saw your eyes searching his.

“'Is that canon fire, or is it my heart pounding?'” You whispered. Steve looked incredulous. “Ingrid Bergman. Casablanca. Here,” you ripped a piece of paper from a discarded receipt beside you, scribbling your house phone number. “Give me a call sometime.”

“Can you pinch me? You’re just so damn cute, I swear I’m dreaming,” he leaned his elbow against the counter, your eyes locking together as you giggled.

“What’s your name, dream-boy?”

“Steve. Steve Harrington.”

“Nice to meet you, Steve.”

“Y/N, right?” he gestured towards you name tag. You nodded. “Beautiful name for a beautiful lady.”

The two of you could have stayed like that for eternity, had it not been for the boys nagging, “Steve, hurry up, the movie’s gonna start!”

As you took their orders, grabbing their snacks, you wished them a pleasant film, smiling at Steve.

Walking away, Steve was starstruck. The boys were teasing him, but he was simply starstruck.

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The third, fourth, fifth and sixth times Steve saw you, he didn’t care what film he was going to see.

For weeks, the pair of you had been talking on the phone into the early hours of the morning. Steve felt like he could listen to your rambling forever. You mostly prattled on about films, and even though Steve often had no clue what you were talking about, he just nodded along, “yeah, definitely, I totally agree.”

He cherished every word you spoke, the way you pronounced each letter, your cadences and rhythms.

He particularly adored making you laugh. “I look a little like Tom Cruise, don’t I? It’s the hair. Listen, listen. ‘Just take those old records off the shelf. I sit and listen to them by myself.’”

The bubbling joy slipping out of your lips, a smile audible in your voice. Sheer happiness.

And you were new to Hawkins. You had no prejudices or preconceived notions. You listened to Steve attentively, about his absent parents, about his failures in romance. You formed your own image of this amazing young man, uninfluenced by any rumours about what he was like in high school. “Steve, who even cares what you were like then, when this is who you are now!”

Every time Steve came to the cinema, you both exchanged a few flirtatious remarks across the counter. He watched your every movement, your every gesture. The nervous tapping of your foot. The timid way you pushed your hair back. The way you hid your hands behind your face when you grew embarrassed.

He didn’t care about what he was watching. After entering the auditorium, the only thing he looked forward to was strolling out of it, towards the exit, and waving you a small goodbye. For at those moments, no matter what rude customer you were serving, you smiled at him, practically bouncing with joy.

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The seventh time Steve saw you, it was upon your invitation.

During his previous visit, halfway through the trailers, while munching on his popcorn Steve nearly choked on a piece of paper. Removing it with his fingers and straining to see what it was, he saw a note: “Meet me here. Tonight. 10PM. Don’t be late.”

He knew it was you, recognised your handwriting even. He was so anxious, willing the time to pass quicker.

At 10PM, he arrived. There was a late-night horror film screening that had just started. Entering through the glass doors, hair meticulously arranged and prepared (it had taken hours, but god bless Farah Fawcett), he saw you on the other end of the hall.

“Hey, beautiful,” he waved, walking towards you slowly.

But you weren’t in the mood for slow. You ran up to him, enveloping him in a warm hug as he swayed you back and forth.

“You smell good,” you laughed, pulling away.

“You look good. Great, actually, you’re gonna slay us all dead,” he remarked, as a crimson blush adorned your cheeks.

“Shut up and follow me,” you turned, about to walk off, but then extended your palm backwards, “and could you hold this for me?”

He chuckled, intertwining your fingers with his as you gently pulled him along.

“Where are we going? A hidden cave?” Steve questioned, examining his surroundings, the endless, dark hallways of the cinema.

“It’s a secret,” you whispered, “and be quiet, nobody’s supposed to know you’re here.”

“Don’t worry. I’m stealthy, like a ninja,” Steve joked quietly.

You promptly opened a barely noticeable door, moving out of the way so Steve could see. “Ta da! Fuck, no, wait, now!”

Whatever Steve was expecting, this wasn’t it. It was a screening room - the size of a broom closet. You were providing the single light source through the flashlight in your hand. The room could only fit a film projector on a flimsy table, a chair alongside the projector, and a cabinet. Strewn all around the room were rolls of film, and movie posters: Singin’ in the Rain, On the Waterfront, Halloween, Double Indemnity, Citizen Kane, Psycho… there was not a single empty space on the wall.

“We screen our films here,” you explained, “tonight is Poltergeist. I already set it up, it’s running, but I thought you might want to see.”

You had wrung your hands together, your gaze falling to the ground, and Steve noticed a minor timidness.

“Can I go in?” his eyes were scanning the room. You handed him the flashlight.

“Of course, of course, sit down. Sorry, it’s not luxurious… or big. But this is the projector. You can see the film through the little hole in the wall, or the eyehole on the camera.”

Steve glanced at the darkened auditorium, the audience underneath him, the film playing on the screen. He heard the collective screams and gasps at each scare.

As Steve sat down, you shut the door behind you, awkwardly standing next to him.

That is, before he turned off the flashlight. Before he gently placed his hands on your hips. You held his shoulder for balance as he pushed down, signaling for you to sit on his lap, straddling him, facing each other.

“Have you seen Poltergeist?” you asked, feeling blindly for his face. You traced and followed his features with your fingers: his defined jaw, rubbing the light stubble; his hairline, as you scratched the nape of his neck; the outline of his lips, slightly open.

Steve never replied. As you caressed his face, he wrapped his arms around your waist. Instinctively, you both leaned in, searching for each other’s lips. His found yours first, placing a kiss on the side corner of your mouth, then melting into your lips.

Your chest was flush with his, your eyes closed, your eyelashes tickling his face. You cupped his jaw, pulling him even closer.

Lips already swollen, gasping, you reluctantly pulled away from him. Steve held you, his lips traveling ravishingly down your neck, to your collarbone, nibbling lightly, leaving a mark.

“You know what Clark Gable said?” You gasped out, chest heaving as Steve’s hands played with the hemline of your shirt.

Steve merely groaned against your skin, his teeth refusing to leave the silkiness.

“He told Vivien Leigh,” you could barely speak steadily, “’You need kissing badly. That’s what’s wrong with you. You should be kissed often, and by someone who knows how.’”

“Smart man,” Steve quickly pulled away to pull his own shirt off his head, the heat of the room due to its confinement, the operating projector and both of your arousal, leaving him sweaty. “Smarter than that Sherlock Homes dude.”

You rubbed your palms up the hairs on his warm chest, resting a hand against his heart, the other reaching his face. “That’s you, Steve Harrington. And I’m gonna kiss the hell out of you. I’m the Clark to your Vivien.”

“I’m not complaining.”

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Thank you for reading! x

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emeritus-fuckers · 1 year

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“Player 3 loading...” ♡ Copia x gn!afab!Reader oneshot (fluff)

Dedicated to Kay so she can stop crying after the Terzo one - Jez

You leaned against your boyfriend, your head resting comfortably against his shoulder as he played a game on his old console. You were supposed to play together but due to a certain situation you decided to come earlier than planned.

He offered to change the game as soon as he realized you were there, but you quickly assured him that it's okay and that he should finish the level while you made yourself comfortable by his side.

You took a pillow, hugging it to your stomach as you watched Copia pick an answer to Miss Daisy, which resulted in a game over screen and your sweet beloved man make a sad, confused noise before turning his head to you with a slight pout.

"Oh, you poor thing..." You cooed, kissing his chin to cheer the poor man up. It was completely his fault that he lost, he picked 'Fuck you, miss Daisy', instead of giving her the nicer answer to her asking to drive her somewhere. "The game was so unfair to you, wasn't it?"

He knew you were teasing him, but he'd always soak up any affection you were willing to give him. You accepted him years ago, back when he was just a cardinal, not even considered for becoming a Papa back then. You accepted him for the awkward man he was, making silly noises instead of speaking when he got stressed. And he would get stressed all the time.

He wrapped his arms around you, changing his position so that he was resting against you instead, his face buried in your chest with a small groan. You chuckled softly, stroking his back and kissing the top of his head, taking notice of the few grey hairs hiding between the naturally brown ones. You smiled softly, gently pressing your nose into his head, smelling his shampoo. You loved the way it smelled. Despite being in his 50s, he still used childish shampoos, the ones with cartoon characters that smelled like fruit mixes or bubble gum. You always found it cute.

After a few minutes of coddling, Papa Emeritus IV was once more ready to face the world, which he signalled by giving you one more gentle squeeze and a kiss on the cheek before fixing his posture again, slightly hunching like he did all the time. Another silly but cute thing.

"So, uh..." He made a 'go on' motion with his hand, trying to make his mind click so he can keep going. Once the cogwheels in his brain started turning again, his own eyes widened slightly as he remembered why he invited you to his room in the first place. "What should we play?"

He almost jumped off the small couch you were both sitting on, clapping his hands as he took out a few boxes with games for his console. He brought them over and sat down next to you, excited in his own little way, making noises and and clapping his hands. You adored him stimming, it was something unique about him. He felt so happy that whenever you laughed seeing his behavior, you'd always laugh with him, never at him.

You looked through the CDs with him, humming thoughtfully. It was a little act you put on, a way to reveal the news to him. You kept the pillow pressed to your stomach, hoping he didn't find anything suspicious about it. He didn't, the poor man was a bit oblivious to many things.

"Babe?" You looked up at him, putting the games down on the coffee table again. He turned to you with a small hum. "I was wondering... Do you have any games for three people?"

"For three...?" He questioned, visibly confused. He looked through the games quickly, still not getting your point yet. He muttered something, making awkward noises that you sometimes described as his little loading screen noises. "Uh... No, I don't think so. Why would we need a game for three?"

You took out a small envelope and handed it to him. He stumbled a bit with opening it, which both made you a bit more giddy and anxious at the same time for his reactions. Once he finally opened it, he peaked inside and took out the two objects you put in earlier. A small plastic stick and a picture.

A positive pregnancy test and an ultrasound picture.

It took him a while to realize this as he stared at the objects before slowly putting them down and looking at you, first your face, then your stomach, still covered by the pillow you were now digging your nails into.

"May I...?" He asked quietly. You nodded, visibly anxious, but let him take the pillow away. You were already starting to show, the tiniest baby bump already making him tear up as he put his hand on it. He could feel the tiniest squirms your future baby was making. "How far along are we...?"

"A bit over twenty weeks. I wanted to tell you earlier, but there was so much going on and I never got to. I'm sorry you're finding out about it halfway through." You looked away, only for him to gently hold your chin and give you a short, sweet kiss.

"Sure, I mean, I found out kinda late, but you know, at the end of the day, I'm still their papa, like... That's all that matters."

And that was when pregnancy hormones decided to hit you with all they have, making you cry as you hugged him. He held onto you tightly, gently keeping his hand on your tummy so he could feel your little one trying to get cozy in your womb.

"Hey, so... Does that make your game date night a family game night instead?" He asked suddenly, making you laugh through your tears.

"Only if you want it to."

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sequinsmile-x · 12 days

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Hi, just wanted to say I love your stories and hope your day is going well :P.

Quick ask:

In some of your stories you have them eloping or having a small wedding but could you do Hotch surprising Emily with a party (probably like in Rossi’s backyard) for a vow renewal/anniversary after Emily like drunkenly states that sometimes she wished that she’d celebrated with everyone (not that she regrets eloping). Bonus if like Jack is the officiant or one of their kids.

Thank you so much <3 I'm good and hope you are too!

I love this idea, and I hope you enjoy this fic! Please let me know what you think of it!

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Redux

After a drunken confession when Emily gets home from a girl's night, Aaron plans something special for their first wedding anniversary.

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Words: 3k

Warnings: brief mentions of alcohol consumption

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

Aaron can’t help but smile when he hears the scrape of a key in the lock of the front door followed by complete silence. He pauses for a moment, frozen in place on the couch as he waits to see if his wife will manage to open the front door herself, but nothing else happens. He laughs and shakes his head, stopping to look at the baby monitor and smiling at the sight of his 10-week-old daughter fast asleep on the tiny screen.

He half jogs to the front door, keen to make sure Emily doesn’t accidentally wake up Violet or Jack, and pulls it open. His smile only gets wider when he sees her. Her brows are furrowed, seemingly confused over the door and how it was now open when she’d been struggling to make the lock work. Her eyes meet his and they are slightly glazed over, with a hazy look in them and the scent of tequila on her breath that he can smell from where he is standing. She smiles as she looks up, stumbling ever so slightly as she moves towards him, her lips firmly against his cheek as he wraps his arms around her.

“Hi honey,” she mumbles against his skin, sighing contentedly as she settles into his embrace.

“Hi sweetheart,” he replies, looking past the porch to the car in the driveway, exchanging a knowing smile and a wave with Will before he guides Emily into the house, “Did you have fun?”

“Yes,” she says, kicking her shoes off the moment she’s inside, no longer able to bear the way they were hurting her feet, and she makes her way to the stairs, “Missed you though.”

He locks the door and picks up her shoes, slipping them into their place on the rack, “Missed you too,” he says, pressing his lips together to suppress a smile as he catches up with her, his hands on her shoulders as he guides her to the living room, “Where are you going?”

She frowns and looks at him over her shoulder, glaring at him as she sits down, “To see my baby.”

“She’s asleep,” he says as he presses a kiss on her forehead and hands her the monitor, love blooming in his chest as she smiles at it, tracing her finger over the image of their sleeping little girl, “She missed you too.”

She looks up, concern flashing across her dark, hazy, eyes, “She was okay though? You could have called if-”

“Sweetheart,” he says, sitting down next to her, his hand warm and heavy on her thigh, “We were fine, it’s almost like we’re father and daughter,” he smiles as she narrows her eyes at him, any usual authority she’d have gone because of how drunk she was, “You needed some time with your friends,” he leans in to kiss her, something she deepens immediately, sweeping her tongue through his mouth, pushing the taste of tequila onto his tongue as her hand cups the back of his head. He chuckles as he pulls back, “It was margarita night, huh?”

She pouts at him, something she’d always deny when she was sober, “Don’t make fun of me.”

“I’m not, I promise,” he assures her, pressing a kiss to her forehead before he stands up, “I’ll get you some water.”

She hums and rests her head back against the couch. She holds up the baby monitor again to look at Violet and she smiles. She’d spent more of the evening than she’d care to admit looking at pictures of Violet on her phone, scrolling through the hundreds of photos she’d taken in the 10 weeks since her little girl had been born. Penelope and JJ hadn’t commented on it, the latter giving her a knowing look when Emily realised she’d zoned out completely as she focused on her phone, somehow completely missing her friends trying to get her attention.

Emily worried about how she’d go back to work in a few weeks when just a few hours away from her baby had been difficult. She was trying not to think about it, desperate to enjoy the rest of the time she had at home with Jack and Violet before their life shifted into whatever their new normal looked like. She smiles as she hears Aaron walk back into the room and she looks up, her gaze fixed on his wedding ring as he passes her the glass of water he’d brought her.

Their wedding anniversary was in two weeks. She couldn’t believe it had been a year since she, Aaron and Jack had gone to the courthouse just the three of them, unaware that in a few short weeks, she’d be pregnant. Not one part of her regretted eloping. The day had been perfect, simple and quiet and them. After the ceremony, they’d gone for dinner and then left Jack with Jessica before they’d spent the night in a hotel. When she’d woken up in the morning, wrapped up in her husband and impossibly soft sheets she’d never been happier.

She had no regrets, she never could when it came to him and their family, but there were moments when she wished they’d had their friends with them when they got married, that they’d had people around them to celebrate their love with them.

“Thanks, honey,” she says, almost dropping the glass of water as he hands it to her. She takes a sip and spills a little on herself.

Aaron clears his throat to cover a laugh and he takes it from her, smiling curiously as she continues to look at him, her gaze fixed on his left hand, “Everything okay?”

She reaches for his hand and wraps both of hers around it, running her thumb back and forth over his ring, “Do you ever wish we’d had a bigger wedding?”

Whatever he’d been expecting her to say, it hadn’t been that. His shock, and the slight slurring of her words, means that it takes a few seconds for her words to register. He clears his throat before he answers, making sure he chooses his words carefully.

“I haven’t ever really thought about it,” he says, hooking his finger under her chin to make him look at her, “Do you ever wish we had a bigger wedding?”

She shakes her head, “No. Not really…I don’t know,” she says, her words all slipping into one, “Pen just said something when we were talking about our anniversary, that’s all.”

It was a topic of conversation that had come up a lot over the last year. The team were upset at first when they found out Aaron and Emily had eloped, but they came around to the idea when they saw how happy they were, especially when Emily told them she was pregnant just a few months later. Nowadays it only came out when Penelope was at the three margarita mark, a pout painted across her face as she lamented not being able to watch them get married.

Aaron frowns, concern bubbling in his gut as she smiles, a sad edge to it, “Em-”

“Do we have any dino nuggets?” She asks, cutting him off as she seemingly forgets what conversation they are having, her smile turning hopeful, “I’m hungry.”

He considers trying to push the subject, but he knows now is not the time, that it’s likely she won’t remember this in the morning anyway. He leans in and kisses her, pressing his lips against hers and then the tip of her nose, chuckling when she scrunches it up, “We have dino nuggets. I’ll cook some for you.”

She sighs contentedly as she sinks further into the couch, her eyes closed as she rests her head back, “You’re the best husband I’ve ever had.”

He looks at her over his shoulder as he walks towards the kitchen, “I’m the only husband you’ve ever had.”

She sticks her tongue out at him, “Go make me my food.”

“Yes, dear,” he says, saluting her as he leaves the room. Once he’s in the kitchen and the food is in the oven, he pulls his phone out of his pocket and sends a text to Dave, an idea already forming.

Think you can help me pull together an anniversary party in two weeks?

It doesn’t surprise him when the response is almost immediate, and he can picture the look on his friend's face.

Thought you’d never ask.

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Aaron was up to something.

He’d never been very good at keeping secrets from her, so the moment he told her he was planning something simple for their anniversary, a glint in his eyes that she recognised from when he proposed, she knows he is planning something else. She lets him do it without comment. She buys a new dress when he suggests that she does even though they are supposedly only going for dinner. She simply smiles and nods along whenever he brings any of it up, content to let him do this for her, for them.

Before Aaron, she had never allowed anyone to look after her. Before him, she hated it. Hated the feeling of being coddled. Love and affection, two things she hadn’t experienced authentically a lot in her life, felt a little too much like control to her. She didn’t trust it, didn’t trust anyone who tried to show her it. And then Aaron happened. Perfect, stupid, amazing, Aaron who allowed her to take things at her pace, who didn’t baulk or run when she pushed him away or yelled at him for doing nice things for her.

He loved her in the way she needed until she’d let him love her in the way he wanted to.

So, she let him plan whatever he was planning without comment, without making it obvious she was on to him in some way even if she didn’t know exactly what he was keeping from her.

On the morning of their anniversary, she wakes up slowly, familiar knuckles skating up and down her side as she opens her eyes. She opens her eyes and smiles when her eyes meet his. He’s so close their noses are almost touching, his breath skipping across her face.

“Morning,” he says quietly, leaning forward to stamp his lips against hers, barely pulling back enough to talk, “Happy anniversary.”

She smiles and cups the back of his head, tugging him in for another kiss as she curls her fingers in his hair.

“Happy anniversary,” she says, kissing him once more before she pulls back, allowing herself to enjoy a rare peaceful moment with her husband. She furrows her brow and looks around, the unusual silence of the house finally settling over her, “It’s too quiet,” she mumbles, “Where are our children? Did you sell them?”

He laughs and kisses her again before he rolls onto his back and pulls her with him, tucking her into his side, “Jess picked them up about an hour ago,” he explains, running his hand up and down her back, “She’s going to have them today so we can have some time just the two of us,” he presses a kiss against the top of her head, “And before you ask, I packed plenty of breast milk from the fridge and freezer for Violet, and made sure I gave Jess the bottles with the medium flow nipples.”

She tilts her head up to look at him and cups his cheek, dragging him in for a kiss, overwhelmed by his love for her and their family, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he replies, kissing her firmly as he pulls her impossibly closer. She groans into it, holding him in place with her palm still on his cheek.

“So,” she says, kissing him once more before she pulls back to look at him, “What’s the plan for today?”

“I’m going to make you breakfast and bring it to you,” he says as he tucks some hair behind her ear, “And then we can do what we want until dinner time.”

She playfully narrows her eyes at him, “What’s happening at dinner time?”

“That’s for me to know and for you to find out baby,” he says, winking in a way that she’s sure should make her furious, but it just makes desire roll in her gut. She bites her lower lip and throws her leg over his hip, shifting so she’s straddling him. He rests his hands on her hips to hold her in place and she leans in, her lips ghosting over his.

“Are you sure I can’t convince you to tell me?”

He hums, pretending to think about it even though he knows he won’t tell her. The party he’d been planning with Dave for the last couple of weeks was tonight - the wedding reception they’d never had with all their friends. He was getting a little nervous, unsure if she even remembered the conversation that had given him the idea in the first place. He smiles as he runs his hands under her shirt, chasing the goosebumps he causes with his fingertips.

“You can try.”

They spend all day together. A rare treat that they take full advantage of, most of their time spent naked apart from when he makes food for her. By the time they are ready to leave for whatever he has planned, her in her new dress and him in one of his suits, she’s sated and happy. When they are halfway to Dave’s house, she realises where they are heading, and she looks at her husband curiously, his focus on the road as he drives.

“Why are we going to Daves?”

He looks at her briefly and smiles, reaching out and grabbing her hand, pulling it towards him so he can kiss her knuckles, “You’ve been curious for two weeks, sweetheart. You can wait another 10 minutes,” he smiles when she scoffs and throws her another look, “You really think I didn’t know you knew something was going on?” He kisses her knuckles again, “I know you better than I know myself.”

She shakes her head and bites her lower lip, desperately trying to stop her smile from getting any wider, her cheeks aching with it, “We really are disgusting aren’t we?”

He laughs, her favourite sound in the world briefly filling the car as she repeats what Dave and Derek always said about them, kind and loving smiles on their friend’s faces as they joked they preferred it when Aaron and Emily were pretending they weren’t in love.

“I think so,” he says, squeezing her hand, “But I love it.”

“Me too,” she replies as they pull up onto Dave’s driveway, her curiosity piquing when she sees all of their friend's cars parked up too. She looks at Aaron as he turns off the engine and she narrows her eyes when he looks at her, faux innocence carved into his smile, “Okay, what’s going on?”

He blows out a quick breath, the anxiety he’d felt earlier about whether this was the right thing to do making a comeback, “Do you remember when you came home from girl’s night a couple of weeks ago?”

She nods, looking back and forth between him and Dave’s house curiously, “Yeah,” she says, trying to remember that evening, most of it a little hazy, “You made me dino nuggets.”

“I did,” he confirms, his smile seemingly ever-present, “And you mentioned that you sometimes wished we’d had a party when we got married.”

Her mouth falls open as she remembers, the memory jogged now he’d told her about it, and she swallows thickly, “Oh,” she says, looking back at the house, “So…”

“The team, Jess, the kids - they are all in there,” he says, watching her reaction carefully, “I thought we could spend our anniversary having the wedding reception we never had.” He stops talking to give her time to process, but when she doesn’t say anything. When she doesn’t even nod, he starts to panic, “If this is a bad idea, I can go in and tell everyone we’re going home. I’ll get the kids and-”

She cuts him off by kissing him, pressing herself as closely to him as she can with the centre console between them, her hand on his neck as she holds him in place. She rests her forehead against his as she pulls back, “Thank you.”

He laughs, the sound stuffed full of relief as he stamps his lips against hers, “You’re welcome.”

“I…” she drifts off, laughing softly as she shakes her head, “I hope you know I loved our wedding day,” she says, stroking back and forth over his jaw, “I love any day with you.”

He smiles, his dimples carved out deep in his cheeks as he does so, and she can’t help but press her thumb into one of them, “I love any day with you too.”

She kisses him again, her nose squished against his cheek, “We should get in there.” He nods and kisses her once more before he pulls away, getting out of the car himself before he quickly opens the door for her, putting his hand out for her. He wraps his arm around her as they walk towards Dave’s front door.

“I feel like I should warn you,” he says as they step onto the porch, “Garcia picked out the kid’s outfits.”

She groans and rests her head on his shoulder, “Do I even want to know what Violet is wearing?”

He laughs, but any response is cut off as the door opens. Jack is standing in front of everyone else, his smile wide as everyone speaks in unison.

“Happy Anniversary!”

-x-

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darksigns-exe · 7 months

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Then We Were Three

Pairing: Noah x Nicholas x OFC Warnings: A little bit of angst and a whole boat load of feelings Word Count: 1k

A/N: I blame @deathblacksmoke and this daily Nick post. You put this thought into my head and now deal with it. Also, I wrote this one go and it's a bit rough around the edges so feel free to ignore typos/punctuation.

Noah wants exactly one thing. Two if he’s being a little pedantic but that’s beside the point. He’s feeling a little under the weather. He doesn’t think that he’s gonna get sick, it's just not a good day. One part of the solution to his problem should be somewhere around the hotel. The other one is miles and miles away, all the way back home.

He’s spent most of the morning holed up in the hotel room he shares with Nick. Hell, he hasn’t even bothered to get up yet. It’s almost 12 when the door opens again and Noah looks up from the screen of his phone. Nick has taken about two steps into the room before his nose scrunches up and he regards him with that piercing worry that Noah really doesn’t like to be subjected to.

“Get up.” When he doesn’t react immediately Nick yanks the duvet off his body and almost pulls him to the ground with it “At least take a shower you’re starting to smell.”

He tries to move, but his body feels too heavy. Nick plops down next to him on the bed. His fingers trace up the side of Noah’s face “Will you get up if I come with you?”

It’s a tempting promise.

“Shower first and then we’ll call her.”

An even more tempting promise.

“It’s night at home.”

Nick sighs “You should know her better than that.”

He gives in begrudgingly.

Nick pushes past him into the bathroom, Noah assumes that he’s going to put on the shower so that the water can heat up to approximately boiling.

This bit still feels too new. He’ll be the first to admit that whatever is happening between the three of them is very much not platonic anymore but then again it probably never was. The three of them have always been a little more affectionate with each other than expected, with the important distinction that Nick and her were in a committed, romantic relationship for most of the time that he’s known them. Sometimes he feels like a kid that they just drag along wherever they go. The ever-present third wheel that they bring into their bedroom on occasion. He knows that it’s not that, that it’s more than that but sometimes he can’t stop that feeling from bubbling up in his chest.

It doesn’t help today.

When he comes trudging into the bathroom, the steam from the shower is already filling up the small room. Nick is already stripped down to his underwear, another thing he isn’t entirely used to yet. He’s seen his ass more times than he can count, but it’s different now.

Noah pulls the loose shirt from his back.

It’s easier when she’s with them. Not because he doesn’t like getting this close to Nick, but because she’s a comfortable buffer. He’s used to being with girls. Being with Nick is entirely new territory for him. In the time that it takes Noah to get entirely undressed, Nick has already stepped under the stream. He follows him quickly if only to rip off the proverbial bandaid.

As soon as the water hits him, a heavy sigh falls from his lips. Maybe the shower will do him some good.

“Okay if I touch you?” Nick’s voice breaks through the white noise.

He gives a barely-there nod.

The other pulls him in with a gentle hand on his waist. He feels the muscles under his skin twitch when Nick’s hand makes contact with him. Within a moment, Noah allows himself to sink against the other. His head comes to rest in the crook of his neck. The near-boiling water pelts against his back and it calms his mind a little. The rest of it melts away when Nick properly wraps him into his arms. Noah almost doesn’t register the press of his lips against his chest. Almost.

Nick is adamant that he should let him wash his hair. It’s not due yet, but Nick assured him that it’d help. He doesn’t know what part of it actually does, but once they towel off he feels a little less as if he’s falling apart at the seams. A nap and some food will do the rest, at least it’ll bridge the gap until they can actually call her.

Noah shoves the door back open and – placed upon the still mussed up sheets is the very woman they’d just talked about. He stops in the frame of the opened door, suddenly transfixed by the sight of her. His chest fills with that tell-tale warmth.

Hands grab at his shoulder “What did I say?”

Nick shoves him forward, kicking his body back into action. Noah practically rushes across the room and throws his body halfway across hers. She gives a laugh when he collides with her. It warms him up even more.

Somewhere in the seconds that follow, Nick joins them. Noah rests his head against her soft belly. She brings her hand into his hair, gently scratching against his scalp just the way he likes it.

“When did you get here?” his words are muffled by her sweater.

Another hand, larger, more calloused, finds his back.

“Just this morning.” she pulls his hair back from his face “And I’m glad that I did. Nick said you’re not feeling good?”

He shakes his head.

“Poor thing.” her fingers brush across his cheek “I’m here now and we don’t have to go anywhere for the rest of the day. Unless you want to go get a bite to eat later? I think that’ll be nice.”

The conversation fades into the background of his mind after that. She keeps talking about her flight and the journey here, but Noah barely registers what she’s saying. The two bodies that bracket him are the only thing that matters now. They’re warm around him, even in a less solid sense of the word.

They’re here all three of them and the heavy weight that had been resting upon his chest doesn’t feel so heavy anymore.

He doesn’t like to admit that he needs the two of them to feel right, but if anything this very moment proves that he does. He’d never thought that something like this would even be on the table for him. In his admittedly narrow perception of what relationships were supposed to be, it’s always been just two people.

But this – the three of them – this feels right.

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lordperceval-16 · 1 year

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Come Light Me Up

Max Verstappen x Sophie Russell (OC)

Sophie Russell is taking a break from her life in the US and travelling the world with her brother on the F1 circuit. Things get a bit more complicated when she reconnects with one Max Verstappen.

~Bahrain ~

"Oh sorry Sophie, I didn't think anyone would be up here."

Sophie turned around and smiled when she saw Max standing in the doorway, the light behind him shining out into the darkness.

"It's alright," she replied, "wouldn't mind a bit of company to be honest."

He came to stand beside her and rested his arms on the railing, looking out over the city below. They stood in silence for awhile, Sophie analysing the brooding look on his face.

"Sorry your race went shit today," she murmured, and he couldn't help but laugh at her bluntness.

"Gee thanks. I'm surprised you're not off celebrating your brothers' podium," he commented, his brows furrowing.

"Yeah I was but..." Sophie sighed, her head down, "guess I still haven't quite adjusted to the timezone."

"Why do I get the feeling that's not the whole truth?" He pushed, his gaze settling on her with curiosity.

"Aren't you observant," she snorted, glancing sideways at him before her shoulders slumped slightly on defeat, "but yeah, you're right, it's not the timezone really."

"Care to share?" He queried, nudging her elbow with his.

"Sure you actually care to listen to my ridiculously boring melodrama?" She quipped back, eliciting a laugh from him.

"Try me," he grinned, "maybe I'm in the mood for melodrama."

"You definitely have better options for your night than listening to me," she insisted.

"Look you don't have to tell me if you're not comfortable with it," he assured her, "but something's clearly up and if you need a friendly ear then I'm here."

"Well I..." she started, looking down again, "I love George and Carmen, in fact she's like a sister to me, but since I've come home I just...I dunno. Of course I'm so happy they have each other but...sometimes seeing them makes me feel...."

"Lonely?" He guessed, and she nodded her agreement.

"Yeah," she murmured, "I was with someone for three years before it all went tits up, and now I feel...a little lonely yeah."

"That's pretty shit," he replied plainly, "but I get it. It can be hard being the single one at the party.

"Wow," she snickered, "such insightful points you make."

"It's a gift," he laughed, "but seriously, if you ever need any more very insightful points then I'd be happy to listen to more of your melodrama sometime."

"Cheers," she chuckled, pushing herself away from the railing, "Careful though or I might just take you up on it sometime."

"I'll be waiting by the phone," he teased.

"Oh I'm sure you'll be glued to the screen" she quipped back, "I better get some sleep, we fly out fairly early in the morning."

"Wouldn't want that jet lag to make you late for your flight," he grinned.

"Ah yes, the jet lag," she deadpanned, rolling her eyes, "I'll see you around Max."

"Hey Sophie?" He called after her, "its nice to see you at race weekends again. Reminds me of the old days."

"Aha yeah," Sophie laughed, "those were the days. If only everything could be as simple now as it was then."

"It'll get better," he assured her quietly.

"Here's hoping anyway," she sighed before waving goodnight to him and leaving the rooftop.

~Imola~

"We have got to stop meeting up like this."

Max looked up and huffed out a laugh when he saw Sophie sliding down the wall to sit beside him.

"What brings you here?" He asks, leaning his cheek against the cool wall and giving her his full attention.

"Well," she sighed dramatically, mirroring his position,"George and his mechanics are buzzing around the garage and it all got a bit too frantic for me so I stepped out to get a breather. I didn't want to get in the way or distract him before quali."

"That's fair," he chuckled, "things can get a bit chaotic in the garages."

"I have to wonder what you're doing here, hiding by yourself," she stated, "shouldn't you be holed up with Horner in a corner of the garage scheming up how you can pip Charles to pole?"

"Oh hawhaw," he deadpanned, sticking his tongue out at her, "you Mercedes fangirls love to paint us as the villains don't you."

"A fangirl?" She balked, bringing her hand to her chest, "never been so insulted in my life."

"I'll add it to my growing shelf of awards," he teased, grinning wider when she rolled her eyes.

"You're so full of shit," she scoffed, but she couldn't hide her amused grin.

"See I know you don't mean that," he smirked, nudging her with his elbow before pulling himself up from the ground, "I better head back to the garage, make sure our evil scheme is ready to go. I'll see you around Sophie."

"Hey Max," she called as she stood herself, a genuine smile on her face, "probably shouldn't be saying this to the enemy but...good luck, I hope your quali goes...moderately well."

"Gee thanks," he snickered, "I'll know who to thank if I get pole."

As Sophie walked through the paddock later that evening she was stopped by a hand on her elbow.

"Thanks for the good luck wishes," he murmured in her ear, "we'll have to make it a regular thing."

"Oh you are such an insufferable twat," she scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"You don't mean that," he teased as he backed away from her, a cheeky grin lighting up his face. Sophie shook her head as she left him, but she couldn't ignore the excited little flutter in her stomach at the prospect of their meetings being a regular thing.

~Barcelona~

"Suppose congratulations are in order today," Sophie called from her spot leaning against the Mercedes motor home.

Max turned and grinned when he saw her there, sauntering over to her and leaning against the wall beside her.

"Wow thanks Sophie," he sniggered, "next time try it with feeling."

"Best I can do I'm afraid," she sighed dramatically, "as a Mercedes fangirl its my duty to be disdainful when you beat us, especially when you beat George."

"Aw I know you don't mean that Sophie," he pouted, "but it's OK, you obviously can't admit that you're actually a proud member of the orange army."

"Clearly the heat on track has gotten to your head," she snorted, shaking her head at him fondly.

"Don't worry," he whispered, leaning in to her ear, his breath tickling her neck, "it'll be our little secret."

Sophie felt butterflies erupt in her stomach at his whispered words. If she turned her head even slightly then her nose would brush against his. She couldn't deny her attraction to him, couldn't deny just how tempted she was to turn her head and see what he would do.

"Hey Soph you ready to...oh, hi Max."

Sophie's head whipped around as George walked out of the motor home, his eyes flickering between the two of them suspiciously.

"Hi George," Max said cheerily, stepping away from Sophie and hoping it wasn't too obvious, "I need to head to the motor home and shower so I'll see you both around."

Sophie waved goodbye and watched him go, her neck prickling with the weight of her brother's gaze on her.

"You and Max looked mighty friendly," he commented as he stepped up beside her, "when did that become a thing?"

"It's not a thing," she insisted, crossing her arms as she finally turned to face him, "we're just friends."

"Is it me you're trying to convince or yourself?" George teased lightly, raising an eyebrow at her.

"Oh shut the hell up," Sophie scoffed, "now c'mon let's get out of here and get dinner, I'm absolutely starving."

~Miami ~

Wanna play Mario kart?

Sophie huffed out an incredulous laugh when the Instagram DM from Max popped up on her screen.

Sure, what's your room?

She twiddled her thumbs as she waited for a reply, which thankfully didn't take too long to come through.

714 :)

Sophie swung her legs over the side of the bed and stretched her arms above her head, groaning in satisfsction when she felt the pop. She quickly slid on her shoes and grabbed her phone and purse before bolting out the door and heading for the elevator. As she waited for the lift to go up she checked her appearance in the mirrored wall, quickly taking down her messy bun and making it a little bit neater. She rapped on the door of 714 twice, starling back a little at how quickly it opened.

"You came," he breathed, almost as though he was surprised.

"Well while I did have some good offers," she mused as she stepped in and placed her things on the table, "I thought Mario Kart would be considerably more fun than any of those."

"Wow, I'm so flattered," he deadpanned, though he couldn't surpress his grin for too long, "now I'm dying to know which character you'll pick. My bets on Yoshi for sure."

"Well I hate to disappoint you," she replied as she picked up the remote and jumped onto the couch, "but it's Waluigi or bust."

"A woman of taste," he said, bowing dramatically before joining her on the couch, "this should be interesting."

"Oh sweetie," she sighed, placing a hand on his shoulder, "you may be the formula one world champion, but I'm going to absolutely destroy you at this."

"Oh is that right?" He quipped, raising an eyebrow in challenge, "well we'll see about that. Best of three?"

"You're on," she grinned.

"You cheated!" She exclaimed after their third grand prix came to an end, "you pushed me off the track at the last turn and put me in reach of the flowers, that's absolutely cheating."

"You're just mad cause you didn't think of it," he smirked, leaning back on the couch and shrugging his shoulders, "but it's alright, not everyone can be a world champion."

"Oh you are so full of it," she huffed, dumping her control on the table and hugging the couch cushion to her chest, a pout on her face.

"Aw don't be a sore loser Sophie," he teased, batting his eyelashes at her, "its just a game." Before she could think too much about it she swung the cushion in her hand and hit him square in the face with it.

"Really?" He asked incredulously, "did that make you feel better?"

"Yes actually," she smirked, before swinging the cushion again. This time he was ready for her though, and grabbed the cushion from her hands before it could make contact.

"Don't start another competition you can't win," he warned, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"What makes you think I won't win?" She challenged. Max made her no answer, and when she realised what was about to happen it was too late and the cushion had already slammed into her face.

"Oh its so on," she stated, grabbing the other cushion as she jumped from the couch and dodged his next blow. They raced around his suite for what felt like hours, trading blows and laughing like maniacs.

"Alright that's it," he threatened after a particularly harsh blow. Sophie huffed out a squeal as he tackled her around the waist and her back bounced onto the soft bed. She gasped for breath through her laughter, her heart pounding in her chest from the exertion. When she opened her eyes she found herself nose to nose with Max, who was staring back at her intently. His gaze flickered almost imperceptibly to her lips and her heart raced impossibly faster.

The spell was broken by the blaring of his ringtone. He groaned as he stood up and plucked his phone from the nightstand, answering it with gruff 'yes?'.

Sophie stood from the bed and straightened herself out, clearing her throat and ignoring the fluttering in her chest. When she looked up again he was hanging up the phone and watching her warily, as though she were a cornered animal.

"I had a lot of fun," she said quietly after an awkward beat, "certainly beat sitting on my own watching hallmark movies."

"Yeah me too," he agreed, his face softening, "probably the most fun I've had in awhile."

"Well I won't lie I probably would have had more fun if you hadn't cheated," she commented breezily, and suddenly the weird tension between them was no more. "Next time its all out war."

"I'm shaking just thinking about it," he teased. Sophie rolled her eyes and stepped closer to him, a small smile on her face.

"I better get to bed," she sighed, "rematch soon yeah?"

"Absolutely," he nodded, his heart thudding when she wrapped her arms around his neck in a hug. He closed his eyes and rested his cheek on her shoulder, his heart thudding so loudly in his chest he was sure she'd feel it.

"Night Max," she murmured as she stepped back and headed for the door.

"Night Sophie," he called after her, a content smile on his face.

~Monaco~

"Hey Sophie, want another drink?"

"Sure," she grinned, "I'll come with you."

Max led the way around the dancefloor to the crowded bar at the other side of the room. He had no problem muscling his way to the front of the crowd, but Sophie struggled to get through. She smiled gratefully when Max took her hand in his and pulled her to the front with him. He didn't let go once she'd settled beside him, and her heart fluttered at the feel of his hand in hers.

"Oh I love this song," she grinned as she finished your drink and a remix of 'Into You' blared drom the speakers.

"Come on then," Max suggested, downing his drink before grabbing her hand and dragging her to the dancefloor. He rested his hands on her waist and swayed their bodies in sync with the music. As the baseline began to rise her eyes met his and her heart felt like it was trying to escape from her chest. His face was so close to hers that their noses were almost touching, and when the lights flashed she could see the glint of want in his eyes and knew it was a look she wouldn't forget.

As the chorus dropped she threw all caution to the wind and pressed her lips against his desperately. He pulled her flush against his chest, his hands on her back holding her there. She felt like her body had been electrified, every inch that was pressed against Max feeling like it was on fire.

"Why don't we go somewhere more private," he murmured against her lips, and she couldn't surpress a shiver. She nodded in response, and he wasted no time in grabbing her hand and leading her through the club and out the front door.

"Where are we going?" She asked as he led her down the street. He stopped and turned to look at her, a vulnerable look taking over his face.

"Oh well I was thinking we could go to mine since it's so close," he started, rubbing the back of his neck, "but if I've misunderstood this then we can absolutely just...."

"No," she giggled, shaking her head and pressing another kiss to his cheek, "you haven't misunderstood anything. I was just asking."

"Oh," he laughed, "well then yeah, my place is nearby so we can go there."

"Lead the way," she grinned, "I'll text George and let him know I've left and that I'm OK."

"He's not going to murder me is he?" Max joked as they continued down the street.

"He's probably too drunk to even notice I've left," Sophie snorted. As they walked their hands brushed against each other, and Sophie couldn't fight her smile as he took her hand in his and swung them back and forth.

"So," he said awkwardly as they entered his house, "do you want a drink or..."

Sophie cut him off with a firm kiss, backing him up against the wall and pressing her body flush against his. "I didn't come home with your for drinks Max," she stated, pressing breathy kisses along his jaw, "so why don't you show me where your bedroom is and we can tour the kitchen in the morning."

"Who am I to argue with that?" He laughed before kissing her with renewed enthusiasm. He wrapped his arms around her waist and began to steer her down the hallway to his room, his lips never leaving hers.

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gourdkeeper · 10 months

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(If you've done this already I apologize for missing it) Would you be down to write some Luke and Jamie fluff on how they would comfort their partner that's dealing with depression?

I have not but been meaning to write it for myself, so you asking for it will help me stop procrastinating it, here you go op, and if it applies to you, please know there'll always be better days <3

Luke:

Doesn't know you deal with depression from the get go but he does notice the steady decline in your mental health lately, you lack excitement, smile less or your smiles just have an air of sadness behind your eyes, you're either skipping meals or binge eating, no inbetween and he notices you just do nothing with your free time and it's worrying him;

He'll bring it up with you and you keep telling him nothing's wrong and assure him it's nothing related to the relationship but he just wants your well being first and foremost;

He reads articles online and even turns to reddit to try and understand what's going on because he wants to help you so badly;

Luke is still not sure but he learns how to cook at least some basics so he surprises you with full meals, that way neither of you are eating junk again. Veggies, protein, carbs, and even makes you a fruit salad;

He gets more touchy. You've been colder lately and he was scared of approaching and pissing you off but he faced the fear and started hugging you more often again, wrapping his big arms around you in a long and comforting hug;

He tries to get you to go outside with him, usually he'd prefer staying indoors too and play videogames but breathing in the air and basking in the sun outside is needed for you both so he'll gladly take you on a walk and turn it into a cute date;

Every time you smile genuinely his heart does flips in his chest, your happiness means the world to him;

Will wrestle you for fun and tickle you all over to make you laugh if that's what it takes, inevitably cracking you and have you giggle non-stop until you're both sweaty and out of breath;

Luke definitely takes you to the shower after and washes you gently, peppering you with kisses and massaging you with care, he likes the intimacy of it all and how relaxed you look;

Your drive has been lower lately too but he doesn't mind it too much, he rather have you feel good and he just wants your love and happiness. But he won't complain if you take it there while you're both sharing this intimate moment.

Jamie:

Knows what's up. Been there, done that. Hates that you're feeling that way and that he can't do anything to miraculously make it go away. Sadly depression can't be fought and shooed away like a lousy thug. But he can, and will do everything in his power to help you feel better;

Jamie's the kind to pamper you and look after all of your needs, treats you like royalty or a deity even. He will get you pretty clothes, gets you skin care stuff and apply it to you if he notices you're slacking on hygiene because he knows how daunting it can feel. Will massage you and brush your hair and kiss you all over;

Makes sure you're drinking water and not scrolling on your phone all day;

He knows it annoys you sometimes because it feels like he's your mom nagging you but he keeps doing it anyway and it makes you glad he does so. Reducing screen time does help. He knows what's up;

Will definitely try and get you to work out and train with him more often again and will do so via any means necessary, you need to get on your feet and do something instead of sulking around. He will quite literally yoink your phone away from your hands and refuse to give it back. "You want it? Come get it~" he would tease as he assumes a fighting stance;

Getting you to be more active works wonders because you seem to be happier for the rest of the day and it fills him with joy to see your progress;

Will cuddle you even more in bed, spooning you, petting your hair, kissing your neck and whispering sweet nothings and professing his love for you while holding you tight.

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theplanetplu20 · 1 year

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Domestic Bliss

pairing(s): larissa weems x gn!reader

warning(s): none :)

word count: 780 (it’s jus a baby fic)

summary: playing video games w larissa in your lap after a long day of work

A/N: honestly don’t even know if this would work w her height difference idgaf i needed this so it works in my mind. this is just a short little fluffy fic idk why i wrote it i just did so pls enjoy it or i’ll cry also i definitely didn’t reread this so sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes thank u guys for reading my silly fics i acc really appreciate it :)

You were sitting in your gaming chair playing your favorite video game. You usually like to sit down to play a few games after work just to destress and sometimes get the anger out after a particularly hard day. You had your headset on blocking out any noise coming from the rest of the house as you immersed yourself into the game waiting for larissa to get home.

Larissa enters the house shortly after always coming home later since she has more responsibilities running the school. She kicks off her heels by the door before grabbing a glass of wine and making her way up the stairs knowing exactly where to find you. She quietly enters the room seeing you leaning forward in your chair to see the screen better, actively hitting at the buttons on the controller shouting things that have no meaning to her at the screen. She quickly changes into more comfortable clothes ready for some much needed attention from you. She walked over and placed a hand on your shoulder to gain your attention. You jump slightly being so focused and not noticing your girlfriend entering the room.

“Hi baby!” You say clearly happy she’s home but making no move to move your eyes from the screen making a small frown form on Larissa now bare face. She huffs lightly and starts to move towards the bed clearly unhappy with the lack of attention. you giggle lightly at her antics and grab her wrist lightly to pull her into your lap. “come sit while i finish this game it won’t be long i promise” she gets off your lap to recrawl back into it now facing you putting a leg on either side of the chair, resting her head on top of yours since her height makes it so that she’s taller than you even when sitting. You press a kiss to her neck still not fully looking away from the monitor. You sit in silence, the only sounds coming lightly from the headset and the clicking of the controller. You end up losing or finding a good place to end the game (depends on ur fav game hehe) and you pull off the headset and dump it on the table in front of you, now more interested in the goddess sitting in your lap. She pulls back noticing the lack of noise and how your hands have now made their way to her waist.

“I missed you” She says pouting lightly. you smile big at her confession

“it was only a couple hours” You tease her

“a couple hours too long” she groans and pulls you in for a kiss that quickly turns into a heated makeout session. Larissa ends up pulling away after a bit now uncomfortable in the weird sitting position and somehow gracefully gets off your lap. Once she was standing in front of you she put her hand up your face rubbing her thumb over your cheek affectionately. Your hands are still resting on her waist while you gaze up at her through your lashes. You stand up your hands moving to her back to hold her closer and she looks down into your eyes. Sometimes it’s hard to keep eye contact when you can physically feel all the love and adoration she holds in her gaze for you, sometimes even feeling undeserving of it but larissa is always quick to assure you that you're worthy of all the love she has to offer you. “bed?” she basically whispers to you in question, you nod your head lightly suddenly feeling all exhaustion from the day's work. You blissfully move around the room and bathroom together getting ready for bed. You cherish these domestic moments with her like getting ready for bed or work, you often find yourself looking forward to any time you get to spend with her since a lot of the time her day can be pretty hectic being a principal and all. Slipping under the covers of your bed you pull larissa close and press your lips to any surface of skin you can find before kissing her deeply. She moans happily into your mouth now very satisfied with all the attention she's received and moves her hands to your face to pull your face impossibly closer. You pull away and larissa moves to put her head on your chest listening to your heartbeat, something she finds unexplainably comforting. You press a kiss to the top of her head before resting yours on top of hers.

“Goodnight my love sweet dreams” you slur already falling asleep being tucked safely in her arms.

“Goodnight daring” she mumbles into your chest.

#larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #gwendoline christie #gwendoline christie x reader #wednesday #wednsday addams #principal weems

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rabbitenn · 6 months

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hi there I hope it's okay to ask for headcanons for the twins with a s/o who's fun loving but kinda shy? Like the moment they know something they like they ramble and just hide's their face with their hands smiling and stammering out apologizes realizing how long they spoke?

ARDOR LIFE.

Your endless talks about your passions are the hearth he’d love to sit by as shades of your vibrant smiles fill his heart.

ft. Kujo Tenn, Nanase Riku x gn! reader.

cw/genre: fluff.

hello, lovely anon ! this is such a sweet idea for the precious twins <3 I’m sorry I’m posting it late, but I still hope it’s to your liking.

♡ KUJO TENN

— Tenn is so perceptive, he can tell right away when you’re brimming with excitement, be it because you’re going to be doing something you like soon or just because you’ve taken up a new hobby.

— You always loved to share your joys with him, rewarding him with your most unadulterated smiles, eyes sparkling, a kaleidoscope opening up your heart fully to your lover.

— You were so precious like this… Tenn’s expressions turned utterly mellow when he beheld you in these moments.

— To him, you danced beneath the rosy caress of late dawns; the way you shined, only accentuating with every word you spoke.

— And Tenn feels honored that you choose him.

— See, he’s used to the fame and being his fans’ first choice, but, for you to share your passions and favorite interests with him, just because he’s himself, with no stage or colored lights to paint his angel wings in technicolor mosaics… It warms his heart.

— Of course, though, sometimes the topic you choose to fawn over is none other than him.

— And honestly, that makes Tenn equally as happy. He loves his fans, after all, and you’re naturally his favorite.

— And, well, if what you’re talking about happens to be something he’s into as well, Tenn is so grateful to be able to share this joy with you!

— “Tenn! Tenn!” You call him, wide smile illuminating the face he so adores. “Look! Look what I found! You’re going to love it!” You call him, showing him your phone screen.

— The idol’s gaze softens the moment he sees you, practically jumping up and down in excitement.

— “It’s a new cat cafe! It’s so cute! They have so many kittens, and they even adopt strays that have nowhere to go. Look, it’s all explained on their official page.” You scroll down a bit. “Here! They give them medical treatment if they need it, and they get good food and shelter this way! Isn’t it amazing? And look at the sweets they sell! Cat shaped strawberry cream donuts! We have to go, Tenn!”

— You grab his wrist softly, tugging on his sleeve as you ramble on.

— A smile filled with tenderness draws on your boyfriend’s face, a chuckle leaving his lips.

— His fingers find yours, slotting them in between.

— ‘You’re too cute.’ Tenn thinks fondly, as he’s completely lost in your adorable features rather than paying attention to the pictures you show him.

— Don’t get him wrong. He loves what you’re sharing with him, but you are so enchanting and perfect to him… Especially when you shine so bright with excitement… He just can’t take his eyes off of you.

— “We should go indeed, my love.” He tells you, head resting against yours.

— That’s when you fluster, realizing how much you’ve rambled on.

— “Tenn… I’m sorry…” Comes your mumbled apology, face buried in your hands. “I talk too much…”

— Your boyfriend’s response comes in the form of a light chuckle.

— “Don’t hide from me, my sweet [Y/n].” He utters, delicately taking your hands in his soft ones. “I love it when you tell me about the things that make you happy.”

— And when your eyes meet his, you can tell he means it.

— His eyes are the shade of first kisses beneath a wintry sunset, pink clouds drifting away as bright rays sway in between naked branches. There’s so much gentleness and care contained in a single gaze…

— “Aren’t I… annoying? When I go on for so long?” You wonder.

— “You could never be annoying.” Tenn assures you, lips brushing over your knuckles. “Please, always keep being this bright, sunshine.” He asks you, fingertips tracing your jawline.

— Any other statement dies in your throat at his proximity, strands of silken stardust tickling you as the angel places one last tender kiss to your cheek.

— He loves you and your long talks, and he’d be damned if he didn’t let you know.

♡ NANASE RIKU

— Honestly, you’re made for each other!

— Riku is pretty excitable himself, his every emotion clear as day in the little changes of his expression.

— So when it is you who is enthusiastic about something, it’s like a full circle feedback of exhilaration between you two.

— Honestly, Riku is your biggest hypeman, whatever it is you want to ramble about, he’s more than happy to listen; he just thinks you’re so cool.

— Due to his condition, IDOLiSH7’s center grew up pretty sheltered, resulting in him still being naive in regards to a variety of aspects.

— So, you telling him about the things you love makes him feel like a window to your inner colorful world opens right before his eyes.

— On one hand, he loves discovering new things you tell him about or that you’ve gotten into recently.

— And on the other, Riku is so happy you trust him and go to him first when you have news to share! Instead of walking on eggshells and just keeping him shielded, you share your passions with him, and invite him to take part in them.

— “Riku! Rikkun! Guess what?” You excitedly greet him, jumping from his bed, as soon as he gets to the dorms.

— You wrap your arms around him, holding a magazine in between your hands.

— “Mph!” Your boyfriend has time to let out, as he embraces you, trying not to topple over to the ground with you.

— You pull away a little, enough to meet those big vibrant eyes of his, so often puppy-like.

— “Riku! They’re holding a book fair and look at this! There’s gonna be signed limited edition copies of the next book from that series we were reading! Will you go with me? I want to give you a copy! You’ve been working so hard, I’d love to get something nice as a reward for you!”

— “Really? They’re releasing the next book already?” He inspects the magazine you show him. “Aah! They are indeed! This is such a nice surprise!”

— “Right? Right?” You prompt, holding both of his hands in yours, as you swing them. “We could have a date on that day. I’ll take you to a cafe with tasty donuts and then we can have omurice for lunch too…”

— You suddenly trail off, averting your gaze as your face feels suddenly a little too hot.

— “Ah… I… I’m talking too much…” You lower your head, burying it in your boyfriend’s chest. “I’m getting carried away… Sorry, Riku…”

— He smiles, his arms instantly tightening their hold around your form.

— Carmine eyes flutter closed, as his hands gently brush through your hair.

— “You never talk too much.” He tells you, searching for your gaze, brows slightly furrowed, offering you a reassuring smile. “And…” He scratches the back of his neck. “You already know that I like it when you share news with me, [Y/n]. It makes me happy.”

— A shy smile curls your lips as you fleetingly brush them against Riku’s.

“Thank you, baby.” You whisper, combing vibrant crimson strands away from his adorable face. “You make me the happiest, Rikkun.”

— His nose brushes yours lovingly.

There is no doubt you make him the happiest too.

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yns-world · 2 years

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Raiden and Fujin with the young god (reader) <gender neutral>? Perhaps like teaching them and god stuff, being protector of Earthrealm

God can have the power of your choice. Im not picky :)

a/n: you didn’t specify if you wanted hcs for each character or if you wanted more of a fic style so i went with hcs :) i hope you enjoy <3

this was actually so much fun to write, it'd be cool to do something like this again :D i'm really rocking with moon god reader <3

Raiden and Fujin Mentoring a Young God Reader

Context: The reader is a Moon God that is tasked with watching over Earthrealm because there has been far too much crime during the night.

Raiden:

He’s a more stricter teacher out of the both of them

Similar with his mentorship with Liu Kang, Raiden will work you to the bone

But rest assured, all of your hard work will be paid off

As the Moon God, your rightful place is in the clouds, watching over Earthrealm completely

But since you’re new, Raiden forces you to hover above the most dangerous cities. He forces you to watch the pain and crimes done against innocent civilians when you’re unable to save them.

Raiden believes that experiencing that guilt will motivate you to train harder and do better

At first, the training was cruel-- there were many nights when you couldn’t stand to see another soul die because of your shortcomings. Nights where you’re unable to watch are when the moon isn’t present in the sky.

If you’re unable to do your nightly watch, expect a severe thunderstorm to hit Earthrealm to awaken the residents. The thunderstorms aren’t out of anger, they are just a warning system telling mortals to be on guard since their Moon God wouldn’t be able to be on duty

His training is vigorous but in just a few months, your abilities will be on par to that of Liu Kang

Raiden had also gifted you with the All-Seeing eye-- those are the extra craters on the moon. They allow you to have a better view of Earthrealm. Think of it like having 400 different screens with CCTV footage

Under Raiden’s careful hand, your reign as Moon God would give you a 97% success rate in protecting Earthrealm from the terrors of the night.

As a result, you’ve changed society as a result. People always said that good sleep was one of the most important things to a person; you are the reason they say so.

Fujin:

Like Raiden, he too believes that watching the suffering of civilians and seeing just how vulnerable there are would encourage you to do your best

But unlike Raiden, Fujin knows when it becomes too much for you

On days when you’re too exhausted to train or you simply can’t take the mental pressure of it all, he puts up a veil of clouds and allows you a few days of rest

Fujin is also a firm believer in having your presence as a god known, that’s why he encourages you to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with the Sun God during the day. That’s why mortals are able to see the moon during the day.

While Raiden liked to keep you in the sky, Fujin thinks it’s better to have you at Ground Zero to better protect Earthrealm

You would disguise yourself as an average-looking mortal and wander the streets-- sometimes with Fujin, sometimes by yourself-- and keep watch.

Fujin’s method involves getting to know you the civilians on a personal level

So while your success rate wouldn’t be as high with Fujin, you would have actual worshippers and people who adore you because you had been there during their times of need

Most of the time, you would be a listening ear to all the broken hearts that had nowhere to go. But there would be times when someone would be in real danger, and that’s where your kombat skills would come in

Your main training would include the Art of Emotion-- since you are tasked with being more of a mental and emotional savior, you must learn to read different emotions and how to aid almost any situation

Through Fujin’s training, you would become a pillar in almost everyone’s life. Whether or not you’ve actually met them, people from all over the world would come to you to help-- either in person or by looking up at the stars for you

Worship would include literature, poetry, art, music, temples, statues, and whole religions built around you

Key differences:

Under Raiden’s Tutelage:

He would teach you how to become a Kombatant god, similar to Kotal Kahn

You wouldn’t have as much recognition as you would under Fujin’s training

Your savior success rate would be nearly perfect (97%)

Under Fujin’s Tutelage:

You would become an emotional support for the people of Earthrealm

Will be heavily worshipped and become an integral part of the world’s culture, traditions, and religions

But you wouldn’t have much of a physical saving rate-- you can only control the moods and feelings of mortals-- very rarely would you ever get into kombat to save someone

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