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Lipstick kisses.

Summary: At the wrap party, Cooper and (y/n) get closer and closer before (y/n) leaves him with some lipstick marks as a reminder and a promise for later (pre apocalypse!Cooper Howard x fem!reader).

Word count: 1.4K

Warnings: kissing, sexual references

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“Right here in the vaults is where you can live, so get your spot now before they run out and you can be as happy as us.” I say, looking into the camera, wearing a Vault-Tec suit that is molded to my body. Cooper’s arm is wrapped around my waist as we wear matching smiles, playing husband and wife for one of the new ads. They’re cheesy but they pay well and afford me a spot in one of the vaults which I wouldn’t be able to pay for myself.

“She’s right.” He places a well-planned kiss on my cheek. “It’s as easy as pie.” Cooper says, winking and dipping his finger in the apple pie they left for the shoot. “These walls allow us to stay safe and live the all-American lifestyle, they keep out the radiation and the Reds.” He says into the camera and it finishes filming.

“That’s a wrap.” Someone from behind the camera says.

“Great, are we done then?” I ask and everyone disperses, including Cooper and me.

“Wrap party.” Someone pats me on the shoulder, I turn around and it’s Cooper.

“Wrap party? We’ve only filmed a few ads, it’s not like we filmed a movie.”

“Damn feels like it sometimes with all the takes.” I chuckle.

“So where’s the party?”

“My house starts at 8:00, most people won’t turn up until past 8:30 - you know how parties go.”

“Well, I’ll see you later then.” I say with a small smile before walking away to get into my usual clothes and head home before going to Coop’s party.

Getting home, I lay out my outfit, picking out a long red dress that is form-fitting and pack a little black handbag with my matching lipstick, a box of cigarettes, a lighter, keys and phone. Double-checking my makeup in the mirror, I slip on my heels before leaving and driving to Cooper’s house.

There’s a crash on one of the roads so the traffic is awful as I try to get to the wrap party but I end up getting there quite a bit later than expected - definitely past 8:30. Finally I pull up, having to park down the hill a little due to all the good car spaces already being taken.

It’s a short walk to get to his house, when I go to knock on the door, it’s already open and I can hear the music vibrating throughout the house. 

I navigate my way through the people, talking to some as they greet me - being one of the main actors in the advertiser means my name is plastered on the billboards. I find the kitchen easily despite the people crowding it and pour myself a drink in the tacky red cups.

I busy myself with the drink, trying to ignore the eyes on my figure, noticing that I didn’t understand the dress code, ending up in a much fancier outfit than anyone else. Tiring of the loud noise and not seeing anyone I truly knew, I head outside, walking over to one of the benches, facing away from the building and towards the pool and pulling out my cigarette pack and lighter. I place a cigarette in between my lips and try to light it but my lighter doesn’t work. 

I flick the lighter again and again.

“Hey darlin’, need some help?” I turn around to face Cooper with his lighter in hand. Looking up at him, he lights the cigarette for me.

“Thanks.” He sits down on the bench next to me.

“Not enjoying the party, sweetheart?”

“I don’t really know anyone here. They’re all on the business side of things and they seem to know me, it freaks me out.” I chuckle, taking a drag from the cigarette.

“Well, at least you look the part.” He grins. “You look stunnin’.”

“Thank you, I feel like I stick out.”

“You always stick out ‘cause you’re so pretty.”

“Not what I meant.” I chuckle as he takes the cigarette from my hand, lingering a second longer, his eyes on mine before lifting it up to his mouth and taking a long drag.

“Oh, I know exactly what you meant and I still think it’s a good thing. Don’t know how I didn’t see you sooner with this little get-up.”

I look him up and down, looking at the suit he’s wearing. “Since when did you wear suits?” I take another hit.

“Since I got a reputation.”

“I like you better with your cowboy attire.” I show a slightly dopey smile, maybe slightly influenced by the drinks I had earlier…

“Me too, darlin’, me too.” He laughs, taking a sip of a glass of whiskey he brought out with him. “I’ll wear the cowboy hat for you next time. Maybe we could have a party for two, dinner maybe.”

“Are you asking me out for dinner?”

“I’m asking you in for dinner. I make a mean spaghetti bolognese.” He wears a small grin on his face. “So what do you say?”

“That sounds nice. I like pasta. And you, of course.” I say, turning to properly face him, blowing a ring of smoke towards him with a smile

“Well, that’s good because I like you quite a bit.” He leans forward slightly, matching my smile, and moving forward slightly.

“Cooper, (y/n)! I hope I’m not interrupting.” Sebastian walks over, sitting down on the bench opposite the both of us.

“‘Course not.” I say, quickly pulling away with a slightly flustered look.

“You were interrupting actually, Sebastian. I was just about to kiss this pretty lady.” Both the men laugh while I sit there looking mildly embarrassed.

“Well then, I’ll be on my way. Hopefully I’ll see you later on, if you two don’t get too carried away that is.” He jokes, laughing.

“So embarrassing.” I mumble, head in hands once Sebastian leaves.

“I was just being honest, sweetheart. Now, where were we?” I look back up at him.

He pushes his lips against mine gently as I reciprocate, matching the delicate nature - almost as if he thinks I'll break. After a few seconds I pull away and can't help but chuckle as I look at his face.

“What? What is it?” He asks with a small grin.

“Nothing.” I decide not to tell him about the lipstick smudged on his lips. “Sorry.” I chuckle.

“C’mere, you.” He says, arm around my waist to pull me closer to him, a smirk on his face before he presses his lips against mine again.

I wrap my arms around his neck, resting them as we pull each other closer. I pull back to press a few kisses to his jaw, relishing the little lipstick kisses that are left behind.

“You're a little minx, you are.” He mumbles, I smile softly against his skin, continuing before making my way back to his lips.

I feel one of his hands travel up my thigh, his rough hands against the smooth skin exposed by the slit in my dress. He caresses the skin gently, rubbing little circles.

I play with his hair, my arms still resting over his shoulders gives me access to the back of his head also allowing me to pull him closer.

I feel his fingers reach under the slit of my dress and I pull back to reach for the hand with a conflicted smile.

“Cooper.” I say almost like a warning. “We're at your party and in your garden.”

“I don't mind.” He shrugs with a dopey smile.

“I mind.” I say, “Besides, people will be looking for you.” I stand up, holding his hand and leading him to stand as well. “C’mon.”

“Fine.” He huffs, worried he's missing out as he walks back into his house.

I lean over until my mouth is just by his ear.

“Y'know, if you wanted I could stay back a little later?” I whisper but it’s barely a question as I already know the answer, pulling back with a teasing smile before walking away again, leaving him with the lipstick marks as I find a bathroom to reapply my lipstick with a knowing smile.

Re-joining the party, I try to socialise with some other people but I make sure to keep an eye on Cooper talking to people trying to hide their hushed chuckles. Finally, I watch someone break the news to him as he walks over to one of the mirrors in his house, turning his face to examine the damage before he looks over at him. I send a small smile, feigning innocence as he shakes his head.

“Little minx.” He mumbles with a small grin.

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AN: I hope you enjoyed reading!

I'm actually in love with Cooper, I swear (Ghoul form and not)

If you want a part two to this fic then let me know (I don't write smut though)!

[your-averagewriter]

"Only for you, darlin'"

Summary: Cooper heads into town in search for some RadAway for you when he stumbles upon a cute gift (Cooper Howard x fem!reader).

Word count: 1.0K

Warnings: needles, kissing (slightly ig)

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Stalking through the desert, he heads towards the town in search of some RadAway for you, the radiation reaching too high of a level for Cooper to be comfortable with, especially in his presence.

His boots echo through the makeshift tunnel made of old tubing before sunlight peaks out of the other end, exposing the market on the other side, countless signs decorating the stalls. He pulls his hat down slightly in order to cover his irradiated face more, less because some people find it unsettling and more so people don’t recognise he’s a ghoul.

He walks along the stalls, searching for any RadAway and some other supplies that need topping up. 

Signs stick out to him yet none offer what he needs until he reaches a store with various niche medical supplies as well as bandages and the like. Walking up to the store, he looks over the small bottles and pills decorating the side but doesn't see anything Stimpaks or RadAway.

“Ay,” He gets the attention of the store owner. “You got any RadAway?” He asks, looking up at the man covered in shredded clothes. He shakes his head before looking down at what looks like an old graphic novel. “You sure? I got plenty of caps.”

“How many?” He asks, accent showing he’s not from around here.

“Plenty.” He reinterrates, shaking his bag causing the rattling of the caps and the man puts the graphic novel down, heading further into the shop before returning with a pouch of liquid with a strip of duct tape on, scraggly writing on it.

“I keep it in the back, people nick this stuff the most. 50 caps.” 

Cooper scoffs. “50?” He asks, confusion mixed with annoyance in his voice. “30.”

“45.” He counters. “And I’ll throw in a Stimpak.”

“Fine” Cooper counters and the seller sighs before pushing it towards him whilst Copper pushes the caps on the side. “And you got the good deal there, you should feel lucky I’m willing to pay for this.” He snatches it from the side, rolling his eyes before moving on to finding other items but glad he’s got what he came for.

Strolling through the town, he looks in the store windows, something catching his eye in a junk store. He pushes open the door, a bell ringing making him wonder if it’s a trap but why would there be a trap when someone is trying to sell junk?

“Hey darlin’, feel free to take a look around.” An old woman says, crazy hair covering most of her face making him feel uneasy that he can barely see her eyes. He nods before heading towards the window display, boots hitting the wooden planks underfoot noisily as they creak.

A toy rabbit sits in the window, no more than a foot tall with fluffy ears and a cute nose. He swipes at it, examining it and dusting it off before looking for some sort of price label.

“How much for this?” He turns to face the woman who pushes her glasses up, scrunching her nose as she squints at the item.

“8 caps, but for you 4. Who’s this for?” He pulls out another five caps and drops them on the table before carefully putting the bunny in his bag, making sure it’s tucked in and the clasp is shut properly. He pulls on the latch, checking its security. Secure. 

“My girl, she loves bunnies. Thanks.” He grumbles, walking out the store and off to the base again.

He walks back through the desert, kicking the sand as he goes, mumbling to himself and even whistling slightly. He lifts his hand to keep the sun out of his face as the base appears in his field of vision. Base is a strong word for a couple of broken down buildings just by the trees that are more secure than you would think. It provides cover and hides flames when it gets cold.

He can’t help the edges of his lips quirking up at the sight of the base and his girl.

Under an hour later, he returns to the base, stepping through the ‘door’. “Sweetheart?” He yells through the base.

“Cooper, that you?” You ask, sweet voice ringing through the walls.

“‘Course it’s me.” He grins to himself, following your voice.

“I don’t know why you wouldn’t let me come with you.” You say before being interrupted by a cough. After moments of coughing, Cooper rubs your back and once you start speaking, he reaches into his bag.

“Did you get a Stim-” You start but he passes it to you with a brief kiss to the cheek. “Thanks.” You smile before looking down at the Stimpak wrapped in a cloth. Taking it out, your eyes are immediately on the needle, you take a pause and deep breath before injecting it into your thigh.

Letting out a breath, you drop the used Stimpak and look back to Cooper who wears a smirk, holding back a laugh.

“What are you laughing about?” You cock an eyebrow.

“You ain’t scared of no mutants, no raiders, nothing but needles.” He chuckles, his accent prominent. “It’s cute.” He says before remembering the bunny toy in his bag. “I got you something in town.” He says, rootling through his bag.

“More RadAway?” You ask, knowing his paranoia about you getting too much radiation when being around him. 

“Yeah, but I got you something else too.” He pulls the bunny out of his bag. “Now I know it ain’t much, but I saw it and thought you’d like it…” He presents the bunny, quickly brushing off some of the sand from the journey.

“Aww.” You can help but coo at the cute bunny, taking it off of him and holding it gently, picking up one of the ears and letting it flop back down. “You didn’t spend too much on it, did you?” You look back over to him.

“Y’know it’s rude to ask about someone’s finances, sweetheart.” He teases. “Besides, the lady gave it to me for cheap, probably knew I was getting it for my girl.”

“Probably knew you were a softie.” You tease.

“Only for you, darlin’.” He picks up your hand and leans down, kissing it playfully.

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AN: I can't believe I haven't posted anything for over three months… sorry I've had exams and extra and it's just been stressful so hopefully I can get a bit more on track.

I hope you enjoyed reading!

[your-averagewriter]

hi! Would mind writing a part two to your young!Haymitch x reader? Maybe with both of them winning and just developing a relationship through the aftermath.

Summary: Haymitch and (y/n) struggle to adjust after getting out of the Games together but find comfort in each other.

Word count: 1.7K

Warnings: Kissing, swearing, mention of gore (a little at the start, not really though).

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“Are you ready to go home?” Haymitch asks, snapping me out of my frozen state, staring out of the window of the train.

I turn to look at him, seeing the empty train cart, unable to stop seeing the two other tributes from our district, they came with us and now we’re leaving without them. Their bodies lie on the floor and are draped across the table, forcing me to see their mutilated states.

“I’m gonna throw up.” I say after a second, standing up and hurrying to the bathroom on the train cart, my hand covering my mouth.

“(y/n)?” I hear before I fall to my knees in front of the toilet, throwing up into the bowl, gripping the sides to stabilise myself. Haymitch pulls my hair out of the way and rests his other hand on my shoulder. “What’s wrong?” He asks during a break in throwing up.

I lean back, sitting on the back of my feet as I look back to face Haymitch, wiping my face with one of the towels provided.

“I’m just not feeling very well.” I say, standing up slowly and walking back out to the main section of the train cart once I’m sure I’m done throwing up.

“Come on, (y/n), what’s wrong? We both know that’s not it.” He says as we sit down by the window again, I turn to look out the window, staring at the scenery despite the train not moving yet.

“They’re not here.” I say quietly.

“Who’s not here? Do you want me to get the escort lady or shitty mentor guy?” He raises an eyebrow, clearly confused.

“The other two tributes from 12.” I say. “They came but they’re not leaving. They won’t ever leave.” I mumble, resting my head on my hand, wiping away a tear by my eye.

“Don’t think about them.” He says gruffly and I’m slightly appalled by his uncaring statement towards dead children.

“Don’t think about them? Are you telling me you don’t feel bad about any of it, sad, guilty, anything?” I ask, my voice is louder as I get more upset.

“No, I don’t.” He pauses as I stare at him confused and disappointed. “Because if it didn’t happen then you wouldn’t be here and neither would I.”

His response shocks me. “What?” I ask quietly.

“You’re alive, I’m alive, that’s all I care about at the moment and so should you.” He says more softly, opening his arms and offering me a much needed hug.

Shuffling towards him, I wrap my arms around him, resting my head on his chest.

“Let’s just think about getting home first and all the fancy food we can eat on this train.” I chuckle at the end of his sentence and it’s clear he’s trying to distract me. He places a kiss to the top of my head before standing up, taking my hand and leading me after him.

“Come on, let’s cost them some money.” I chuckle again, standing up with him and wiping a final tear from my cheek as we walk to the food carts.

Walking into the next heart lays a table full of fancy food and colourful drinks.

“Oh my god they have whipped cream.” I smile as I quickly sit at the table, Haymitch not far behind, chuckling at my newfound excitement. “I’ve only had whipped cream like…” I pause thinking. “Once.” I reach for one of the deserts covered in whipped cream, placing it in front of me and swiping some of the cream with my finger, lifting it to my mouth and tentatively tasting it. “You need to try it.” I smile, reaching for one of the spoons and scooping a bit and feeding it to Haymitch.

“That is good.” He says smirking.

I turn back to the table, seeing a bowl of strawberries and liquid chocolate to dip them in whilst Haymich grabs his own food.

Dipping a strawberry in chocolate, I taste the delicious combination, making a bit of a mess with the chocolate but enjoying it nonetheless.

“You’ve made it a bit of a mess with that chocolate, it’s all over your lips.” He says and quickly moves towards me pressing his lips against mine, cleaning the chocolate with a satisfied hum. “Delicious.” He pulls back, smirking at my flustered state.

“You caught me off guard, don’t look too proud.” I huff, biting into another strawberry.

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The train pulls up to the station and I’m instantly jumping up from my chair to get to the door, not expecting the crowd that appears in front of me when the door opens.

“Mum?” I ask quietly, my voice being drowned out as I search over the crowd, looking for her.

Haymitch appears behind me after a moment and is blinded by the bright light of the sun and deafened by the sounds of the crowds.

“Fucking hell.” He groans as I look over the crowd, still looking until I see her waving, kept back  by the crowd a little while away.

“Mum? Mum!” I shout as I disappear into the crowd, avoiding the questions as I dart past people and into my mum’s open arms. Upon closer inspection I can see the tears that stain her cheeks and the weight she’s lost whilst I was gone, I imagine she can feel the same has happened to me.

After reuniting with my mother, she heads home to pack herself, ready for us to move into Victors’ Village. Some of the crowds have dissipated so I look around for Haymitch, wondering where he went, knowing he’s not the biggest fan of crowds.

“Haymitch?” I cup my hands around my mouth calling his name whilst looking around. “Haymitch?” I wander around before seeing him leaning back against a tree, eating an apple from the train. “Haymitch.” I smile, walking over to him. “You okay?” I ask softly, sitting next to him and resting my head on his shoulder. “I know you don’t like the crowds.”

“What’s there to like? No one’s even waiting for me.” He grunts out.

“Your dad didn’t come?” I ask gently, knowing his dad is a sore subject as he’s always been a little absent in Haymitch’s life. Actually, him not turning up to meet Haymitch is quite in character for him but Haymitch just shakes his head. “I’m sorry.” I say quietly.

“‘S not your fault.” He mumbles fiddling with a small blade from the train, cutting off bits of an apple.

“They gave me a house, a real fancy one in the village down there.” I point. “You’ve got one too, we can move in when we want.” I try to lighten the mood. “Do you wanna check it out?” I offer with a small smile, trying to distract him a little.

“Fancy houses? Like rewards?” I shrug.

“I guess so.” He chuckles darkly. 

“That sounds about right from the President.” I nod and we both stand up, walking to the village.

Feeling the cold nipping at my skin I walk close beside Haymitch, reaching for his hand in an attempt to warm myself up.

“There’s like ten houses here, which ones do we get?” He asks, looking around.

“These closest ones have name plaques on them.” I say, leading him to one of the houses and seeing my name engraved on a gold plaque. “I guess this is mine.” I quirk a small smile, excited as the door clicks open and we walk in.

It’s silent except the sound of creaking floorboards under our feet as we explore the house, hand in hand still. 

“This house is massive.” I say in awe as we walk around, inspecting the rooms. “There’s like a million rooms.” I chuckle excitedly as he follows me around, entertaining my exploration with a small smile. “Do you think your house is built differently?” 

“I don’t know, love but I’m sure you’re gonna take me to look in a minute.” I nod, a telling smile on my face as we both know it’s true.

“You know,” I pause. “You could stay with us.” I say, turning to face him as we walk down the stairs.

He quirks an eyebrow, looking slightly confused.

“If you didn’t want to stay with your dad, I mean there’s plenty of space in this house, so many bedrooms!” I chuckle. “You don’t have to, but the offer’s there.” I smile softly.

“No, I’d like that.” He says, a smile emerging on his face. “Sounds real nice. It’d do us both some good.” He says and I look at him confused.

“Your nightmares, I know you don’t think I know about ‘em.” He says as I react a little shocked.

“So you’ll help with my nightmares and I’ll help with your antisocial tendencies?”

“Antisocial tendencies?” He scoffs.

“Your habit of ignoring and avoiding people.” I point out and he is forced to conceive. “You won’t be able to ignore me if we live in the same house.” I chuckle.

“Are you trapping me? This sounds like kidnapping…” He jokes.

“It’s not kidnapping because you want to be with me.” I point out with a smirk as we walk into the kitchen, still looking around.

“Goddamn right I wanna be with you.” He says, lifting me up in the air, causing me to shriek slightly in surprise before he presses his lips against mine.

He places me back down on the ground but doesn’t pull his lips away from mine, instead wrapping his arms around my waist leaving my hands free to reach around his neck, pulling him closer to me. 

He pushes his lips against mine, harsh but not too harsh, pouring all the pent up emotions from the last few weeks into the kiss, the passion and fears combined. My fingers tangle in the threads of his hair, the soft curls situated on the back of his head.

“(y/n)!” I hear my mum shout through the house before walking in the door, not giving us time to separate or jump apart before she appears with a few bags in hand. “Oh, I’m sorry.” She says, looking a little embarrassed although not as much as us. “I’ll leave. It was nice to meet you, Haymitch.” She says quietly before walking out the door.

Once I hear the door close, signalling she’s walked out the house, I bury my head in Haymitch’s chest, cheeks burning as he chuckles lowly.

“Your mother seems nice.” He jokes and I groan only causing him to laugh more.

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AN: I hope you enjoyed reading!

Sorry I'm taking a while to get through requests!

I have rewritten this part two at least four times, I'm glad I've finally got a better version to post.

[your-averagewriter]

“Hearts for a sweetheart.”

Summary: Bumping into a sweet chocolatier evolves into something even sweeter (Timothée Chalamet!Willy Wonka x fem!reader)

Word count: 1.9K

Warnings: Kissing, swearing (once I think).

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Walking along the street, I’m interrupted by a sea of cheers as a man in an elaborate get-up passes around chocolates and sweets with a strong smile. As he walks through the crowd, people push forward, reaching for the chocolates forcing me forward, almost causing me to fall to the ground.

After nearly tripping over from the force of the crowd, I feel a hand on my shoulder and turn to look at the person, steadying myself.

“Are you alright, miss?” The extravagant man asks.

Looking over him I can’t help but smile a little at his top hat and jacket, finding it endearing combined with his gentle nature.

“I’m okay.” I say as he helps me stabilise myself.

“Would you like a chocolate?” He asks with a new kind of smile, a toothy grin as he extends his arm, a tray of chocolates decorating the plate.

“Thank you but I can’t afford your fancy chocolates.” I deny, looking down a little ashamed as the crowds of people still surround us although they’ve quietened down a bit now.

“They’re free. No price for you, or anyone.” He pauses after saying ‘you’, seemingly forgetting the rest of his sentence.

“Really?” He nods and I reach to take one gently. “Thank you, mister…” I pause, not knowing his name.

“Mr Wonka, chocolatier.” He grins as he tips his hat towards me with a smile.

“Thank you Mr Wonka, the chocolatier.” I smile before seeing him disappear back into the crowds.

I only see him a couple more times as he looks back at me with a smile plastered on his face, his top hat sticking out above the crowds making me chuckle before putting the small chocolate into my mouth, resting it delicately on my tongue.

Closing my mouth, I start to chew the chocolate, truly surprised by the delicious treat. It’s like nothing I’ve ever tasted before. I try to savour it but it’s gone too soon, making me wish it would last forever.

Mr Wonka, a name I would not soon forget, in fact I couldn’t stop thinking about the man: his chocolates, his fashion and most of all his endearing, sweet nature. Walking through the streets, making my way home I ponder whether I would see him again or how. He must have a shop or a stall or something similar, maybe with the other chocolate stores? It doesn’t seem like he’d fit in with those pretentious sellers who seem to have no love for the art of food, let alone chocolate.

After a couple of weeks I had saved up some coins, not enough to get me more than one chocolate I doubt, but it'd be worth it both for the delicious chocolate and to see him again. With my coins in my pocket, I wander through the town centre, keeping my eyes out for the chocolatier but I don’t spot him.

Making it to the palace of chocolate stores I begin to feel the cold nipping at my skin, regretting not bringing my jacket. I walk through the doors, feeling very fancy as I do so, looking at the patterned floors and incredible glass dome roof.

Feeling a slight shiver I hurry along, looking to the stores and suddenly seeing a new store: Wonka. Upon seeing the name I make my way towards the store, taking in the beautiful design and calligraphy.

Walking in I’m instantly taken aback by the extraordinary interior, colourful candy delights disguised as nature causing me to gasp. Frozen, I stand in the door probably looking quite shocked as after a few seconds I feel a tap on my shoulder causing me to turn around, eyes going a little wide at the slight shock.

“Hello miss.” I turn around to see Mr Wonka smiling. “I wasn’t sure if I was going to see you again.”

“You remember me?” I ask, tilting my head slightly confused.

“Of course I do, I only regret that I didn’t ask your name last time we met.”

“(y/n), Mr Wonka.”

“Ah, call me Willy, last names are too formal for me.” He chuckles and I nod before looking around.

“Your store is incredible.” I say, looking around awe-struck.

“Why thank you, would you like a tour?” 

“You’ve probably got more important things to do…” I say quietly with a soft smile.

“Nonsense! What could be more important than showing a woman as lovely as yourself around?” He asks with a charming smile. “Now, what kind of chocolate do you like?”

I think about it for a second, realising how long it’s been since I’ve had chocolate, excluding the last time I bumped into Willy. “The normal kind of chocolate?” I say, unsure.

“Normal kind?” He raises an eyebrow playfully. “Milk chocolate?” I nod.

“I think so, the chocolate you gave me last time was delicious, the best I’ve ever tasted.” I smile.

“Thank you, that means more than you realise.” He says softly, a tone of sincerity. “I’ll make you something special.” He grins. “Do you want to look around for a minute? I won’t keep you waiting too long.” He smiles, I nod before he seems to disappear before I even realise.

I walk towards the river watching as the boat goes round and round, the mechanisms seem incredible. Crouching down by the river I reach for a flower, inspecting the treat before taking a tentative bite from the petal. I let out a sigh, the treat tasting even better than I thought it would. Standing back up I take the flower with me, nibbling on the petals as I walk around the store, in awe at all the beautiful decorations.

A few seconds later, Willy pops up from out of nowhere, startling me slightly but with a small box in his hand.

“I didn’t mean to startle you.” He offers a small smile. He removes the lid from the box revealing a set of three chocolate hearts with delicate piping on top.

“Wow, these are beautiful.” I say, staring at the artwork.

“Hearts for a sweetheart,” He grins, flustering me a little.

“Thank you… How much do these cost?” I ask, trying not to be awkward but failing.

“Nothing, well except that I get to see your reaction, I think you’ll like them. I based them off of the chocolate you had a couple of weeks ago but made them better.”

“Are you sure? I have some coins.” I reach into my pocket, pulling out some coins but fumbling them leading multiple to fall to the ground. “Shit, sorry…” I say quietly before crouching down and reaching for the coins.

Willy does the same helping me pick up the coins as his hand accidentally brushes against mine. We both look up at each other before I look away embarrassed. He holds my hand, turning it over and placing the coins in my hand before folding my hand, covering the coins. He brings my hand up to his face, pressing his lips against my wrist with a small smile.

“Thank you…”

“Don’t worry about it.” He says as we both stand up again, I slide my coins back into my pocket.

He offers me the box and I take one of the three heart chocolates and place it in my mouth. 

“Oh my god, you’re a genius.” I sigh, enjoying the chocolate. “These are incredible.”

“Thank you.” He grins, a proud expression on his face. “Would you like anything else? A buttercup? Cotton candy cloud? Cherries? Gummy bears?” He shoots off options one after the other at a quick speed.

“What would you recommend?” I ask, tentatively.

“Please follow me.” He smiles, leading me around the store to a patch of flowers. Crouching down, he plucks a few flowers, matching them by colour and tying them to make a chocolate bouquet before passing it to me.

“It’s beautiful.” I smile. He pulls out one more flower and tucks it behind my ear.

“Don’t worry, that’s a real flower.” He reassures me with a soft smile.

“Thank you.” I say softly. 

“They’re chocolate, one’s white, dark and the other milk so you can work out what you like.” He says gently arranging the flowers. “Then you can come back and I can make you some more.” He chuckles. “The more information you can give me, the better the chocolate will taste!” 

“Thank you, Willy, but I should get going now, I didn’t realise it had gotten so dark…” I say quietly as I look outside.

“Time flies when you’re having fun.” He shrugs as we walk towards the door and I start to feel the cold breeze against my skin. “Are you cold?” He asks, tilting his head slightly.

“A little, I should’ve brought my jacket.” I dismiss with a small smile. “I’ll see you around, Willy.” I say, stepping out of the door and walking away.

About a second later, I hear him speak again. “(y/n) wait!” He says and I turn around as he walks towards me, pulling off his long magenta jacket and sliding over my shoulder.

“Now you’ll get cold.” I chuckle, pulling the coat around me a little tighter.

“I’m okay, I was getting a bit warm anyway.” He smiles before looking behind me into the night. “Can I walk you home?” He asks, sweetly. 

“You want to walk me home? I don’t live very close to your store…”

“Even more reason for me to walk with you.”

“Okay, if you’d like to, I won't stop you.” I smile brightly as he walks next to me.

“You know, you look really beautiful when you smile.” He says which only makes me smile more.

“Stop.” I chuckle. 

“But it’s true.” He smiles. “You’re truly the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on.” He says in a gentle but more serious tone.

“Thank you.” I whisper looking up to him before resting my head on his shoulder as we walk. “You’re really an incredible guy.”

“Ah, I just make chocolate.” He chuckles.

“Really good chocolate.” I smile. “And you make it look really pretty and your shop is incredible. I’ll have to come by more often.”

“I’d like that.” He pauses “May I hold your hand?” He asks gently after a short pause and I reach my hand out to his

Once we reach my home, I turn around to face him.

“This is me.” I smile. “I’m sorry you had to walk so far.”

“It was worth it.” He brings my hand to his face, pressing his lips against my hand again.

“Here, let me get your coat.” I say, beginning to slide the coat off of my shoulders but he stops me.

“Keep it, it gives you a reason to come back and see me again.” He says with a small smirk.

“Sneaky, very sneaky.” I chuckle, letting the jacket rest on my shoulders. “Get home safe.” I smile, as he begins to walk away. 

It takes me a few seconds to fight my thoughts off before I call for him.

“Willy?” He turns around to face me, standing about eight steps away.

I walk quickly towards him, pressing my lips against his briefly before pulling away. “I’ll see you in a few days.” I whisper with a soft smile.

“You’re not gonna see me for a few days after pulling that stunt?” He asks with a playful expression causing me to chuckle and nod. “Well, I look forward to seeing you again.” He smiles brightly.

“I won’t keep you waiting too long.” I smile before going inside my house, shutting the door after he walks out of sight. I let out a breath as I have to fight a smile, excited to see the chocolatier again.

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AN: I love this movie with my whole heart!

Hope you enjoyed reading!

[your-averagewriter]

Hola

Can I request a lil Sejanus Plinth hurt/comfort? Like comforting him from a really bad nightmare and soothing him back to sleep (in whatever form 👀 either just soft affection or some smorches.. or both..)

Thank you 🐝✨

Summary: When Sejanus wakes up from a nightmare, (y/n) comforts him with a warm drink and kisses.

Word count: 1.0K

Warnings: Spoilers for the book, kissing

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I’m quickly roused from my sleep by a familiar voice and jerky movements. Blinking, my eyes readjust to the light and upon feeling the bed dip as Sejanus tosses and turns, a disturbed expression on his face, sleep-talking borderline shouting. My face fills with worry as I sit up, placing my hand on his shoulder with a soft voice.

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“Sejanus, darling, wake up.” I whisper but it doesn’t do much. “Sejanus.” I shake him gently before speaking louder, seemingly snapping him out of his nightmarish sleep as he startles awake.

Looking around, his breathing is laboured as I can see the sweat beading on his forehead. With a face of worry, I scan over him, making sure he’s physically fine before speaking again.

“Same nightmare, again?” I ask softly, not touching him too much, not wanting to overwhelm or upset him.

He nods, solemnly, still calming his breathing as he sits up next me.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” I ask gently, brushing some of his hair out of the way. He shakes his head. “I can get you some water, or tea?” I whisper.

“You don’t need to.” He shakes his head, looking down slightly ashamed. “You do so much for me, love.”

“I like helping you and taking care of you.” I press a kiss to his forehead with a soft smile. “What’s happening to you at the moment is so horrible with the Games and Marcus, I just want to help you get through this. I want to help in any way I can.” I say, rubbing his shoulder, soothingly. “So, water or tea?” I ask again quietly.

“Tea.” He says, making me smile.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes. Don’t run off.” I tease lovingly before putting my slippers on and walking to the kitchen, yawning as I put on the kettle.

Putting the tea bags in the cups, I hum to myself softly as the kettle boils, not expecting to feel Sejanus’ arms around my waist. Gasping softly, I turn to look at him, relaxing at the sight of his face.

“You can wait in bed.” I offer, reaching for the kettle. “I’ll be done in a minute.”

“It’s lonely in bed by myself. I’d rather be where you are.” He whispers, resting his head in the crook of my neck, placing soft kisses to my collarbone.

“Okay, love.” I smile softly, stirring the tea and removing the tea bags before adding some milk. “Do you want to go back to bed now?” I ask softly and I feel him nodding.

His arm slips around my waist and he reaches for his tea, as I grab mine before we head back to the bedroom.

We get back into the bed, sitting up and sipping on the tea in a comfortable silence.

“Do you want to talk about it now?” I ask gently and he seems to think about it.

“There’s not much to talk about…” He trails off, taking another sip. “I just can't stop seeing him, everywhere. I see him in my dreams, I pass him in the street.” He says and scrunches up his nose, knowing that Marcus died. “And I know that sounds crazy-”

“It doesn't sound crazy.” I reassure with a small smile, reaching for his hand, holding onto it and gently rubbing over his palm with my thumb. “You’ve been through a lot.”

“He’s everywhere.” He says, voice breaking. “And things are only going to get worse.”

“Baby, you don’t know that.” I try to reassure in a soft tone. “Things will seem better in the morning, you should get some more sleep.”

“I don't want to see him again and I don’t want to wake you up again.”

“Sejanus, I am here for you and I always will be.” I whisper. “I’m not leaving your side tonight, not ever. I’ll be here if you have another nightmare and I’ll make us some more tea and we can talk or not if you don’t want to.” I smile, stroking my thumb over his hand.

He nods softly, placing his empty cup on the side as we both lay down again, him pulling the covers over ourselves. Shuffling closer to him, I wrap my arms around his torso, as he slings his arm over my body. I look up at him and press my lips against his, pulling back with a small smile.

“I love you.” I whisper.

“I love you too, I don’t know why you put up with me but I’m glad you do.” He whispers with a small smile.

“I ‘put up with you’ because I love you, dummy.” I tease playfully. “Because you care about me and everybody for that matter, you’re a great friend and a loving boyfriend, you’re funny and intelligent and I love you so so much.” I smile, resting my head on the pillow. “And you're not getting rid of me anytime soon.” I punctuate the end of my sentence with another kiss which he deepens, chasing my lips before I was going to pull away. Moving my arms, I wrap them around his neck, pulling him closer, our bodies pressed against each other before he pulls away, needing to catch his breath for a few seconds.

“I don’t know what to say except that I love you so much.” He chuckles. “I love you.” He grins, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

I chuckle softly. “I’m glad we’re on the same page.” I smile, resting my head against his chest, listening to the soothing sound of his heartbeat.

“Definitely.” He whispers, placing a kiss to the top of my head before resting his head there.

“Remember,” I say quietly, breaking the silence of the room. “If you have a nightmare, wake me up if I’m not already awake.”

“Okay, love, if that’s what you want.” He chuckles softly and I smile feeling the vibrations from his chest.

“Mm, it is.” I smile. “I hope you sleep well, baby.” I whisper.

“You too.” He places a final kiss to my head before laying down, the room soon filling with the familiar sound of his breathing, slow and deep signalling that he’s fallen asleep, reassuring me as I later fall asleep, head resting on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as I drift off to sleep in his arms.

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AN: I hope you enjoyed reading!

Thank you for the request!

I'm so excited for the movie to come out!

[your-averagewriter]

"Goddamn red dress."

Summary: Trying on dresses for Stu turns into something more, looks like you might be late to your own party.

Word count: 1.4K

Warnings: Kissing, mention of murder (Casey Becker)

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Walking home from school, headphones resting over my ears as I walk home, school being let out due to the killer on the loose.

With a bittersweet smile on my face I walk away from the school, glad that it’s now summer but also feeling bad for Casey Becker and her boyfriend. I didn’t know her much, a few conversations in our English class but not much more.

As I’m thinking about Casey and her boyfriend I’m shaken from my thoughts when someone comes up behind me, placing their hands on my shoulder with a gentle thud. I look around, surprised but not shocked when I see Stu behind me, pulling off my headphones.

“Hey, I was listening to that!” I complain with a small smile as he puts my headphones on, listening to the music. He listens for a second before turning back to me, a grin spreading across his face.

“The Smashing Pumpkins?” His lips quirk up into a smile. “Isn’t that a bit depressing for the first day of Summer?” Wrapping his arm around my shoulder he passes me back my headphones which I rest around my neck, pausing the music.

“The Smashing Pumpkins are ideal for every situation.” I grin, standing on my tiptoes to press a quick kiss to his lips.

“What’re you doing now? Now that school’s out?” He asks with his distinct dopey grin.

“Not much, I was just planning on heading home, maybe watch a movie or something. Why? Have you got plans?”

“Impromptu party at my house.” He grins and I raise an eyebrow, entertaining a small smile on my face.

“A house party? With a masked killer around?” I ask. “That doesn’t sound like the best idea, baby.” I warn softly.

“It’s the safest place to be.” He reasons and I wait for him to explain with a curious smile. “Surrounded by people, friends.” He explains with a grin as we keep walking down the path, students dotted along the paths. “You should come, babe.” He offers. “It’ll be fun.”

I think about it before sighing and turning to face him. “I’ll think about it.”

“Come on, baby. Loosen up a little, a house party is the best way to start the Summer.” He grins.

“Fine, but can you come over first?” I ask, resting my head on his shoulder. “We could watch a movie, you can help me pick out an outfit and then we can buy some stuff for the party.” I suggest with a small smile.

“‘Course I can.” He grins. “You know there’s nothing I love more than watching you change.” He teases in a joking tone, a smirk plastered on his face.

I nudge him slightly with my elbow, small signs of shock on my face as I’m caught a little off guard before rolling my eyes with a chuckle.

“Who said I’d let you watch? There’s more than one room in my house, you can stay in one and I could change in the other.” I tease with a grin.

“Babe. Please. No.” He says in a serious tone, a pause between each world as he shakes his head. After a couple of seconds I can’t suppress the smile from breaking through my expression as I start laughing, a smile taking over my face.

“I’m kidding, maybe.” I smile. “But don’t get distracted, I’ve gotta actually pick an outfit. Remember last time?” I raise an eyebrow, watching as he thinks for a second, a grin then spreading across his face.

“Oh, I remember. I don’t think I’ll forget it anytime soon.” He grins, peppering my face with kisses, kissing along my jaw, making me chuckle as it tickles so I push him away slightly. 

“Stu.” I chuckle, my hands reaching for his face, holding his cheeks and pressing a kiss to his lips. “You’re already getting distracted.” I day with a teasing smile. “Come on, we’re nearly to my house.” I say, reaching for his hand and entwining our fingers with a smile.

He rolls his eyes jokingly as I lead him down the path to my house, unlocking the door and pulling him inside.

“What do you wanna do first?” I ask, placing my bag down on the kitchen table. “Movie, outfit…”

“Definitely outfit picking.” He grins. “I wanna see that little red number again.” He grasps my hand, leading me upstairs to my room, a space he’s all too familiar with.

“Which one? You like all my red outfits.” I chuckle as he pulls me up the stairs.

“You should try them all on for me to remind me of which was my favourite.” He smirks, kicking open the door to my bedroom gently.

Walking in the room, he flops on my bed, lying down and propping himself up against the wall so he can still see me.

“You want me to try on every red outfit?” I ask, double checking as he grins back at me.

“Absolutely. I think we have time.” I roll my eyes playfully as I open my wardrobe, taking out a few hangers of clothing and walking out the room but not before hearing him again. “Hey, hey, hey, where you going?” He asks, looking slightly concerned. 

“I’m going to get changed.” I say with a teasing smile as I walk out the door. “Entertain yourself whilst you wait.” I disappear out the door, leaving him alone. I hear a quiet ‘dammit’ as I leave causing me to smile.

After a few minutes I walk back in the room with a cute red summer dress on and a smile. I swish the skirt around, looking at his reaction.

“What do you think?”

“You’re so beautiful.” He grins looking smug before his eyes flicker over to the TV screen in my room. Walking into the room fully I look at the screen.

“Friday the 13th.” I tilt my head looking at the movie. “Good choice, although I prefer the second one.” I smile before walking back out to try on another dress.

“I can’t watch the second one without rewatching the first one!” He chuckles, yelling from my room.

I change again quickly into a slightly longer red dress, dotted in cute little flowers before walking back into the room.

“Which one do you like better?” I ask, leaning in the doorway.

“Could you do a little spin?” He asks, looking over my body as I spin, the fabric delicately hugging my body. “I can’t choose.” He admits after a few moments of him thinking.

I chuckle. “Well, I’ve got one more, I think it’ll be your favourite.” I smile, skipping out of the room.

I walk back into my bathroom, slipping on the last red dress: a tight fitting, short, blood red dress that Stu absolutely loves.

With his favourite red dress on, I walk back towards my room, walking in with a small smile as I watch Stu’s surprised face, jaw almost on the ground.

“D’you like it, baby?” I ask, walking over to him as he crawls forward on the bed towards me.

“Oh I love it.” He grins, placing his hands on my hips, pulling me towards him as he moves to sit on the bed, legs moved apart as he pulls me forward in between his legs. “It’s definitely my favourite.” He smirks, hands rubbing small circles on my hips as I move my hands to stroke along his jawline.

Leaning down, I press my lips against his, intending for it to be a short kiss but he pulls me closer, hands locked on my waist as he lays back on the bed, causing me to fall on top of him with a quiet gasp only causing Stu to smirk more before pressing his lips against mine again.

Wrapping my arms around his neck I pull myself closer towards him as our legs tangle together, bodies pressed against each other, the shared warmth of our bodies mingling.

After a few more moments, I pull back, resting my forehead against Stu’s as I catch my breath, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear to stop it falling between us.

“We’re gonna be late for your party…” I whisper, smiling softly.

“The party can wait for a little while longer, we can skip the movie and go to the shop after this.” He whispers back, chasing my lips eagerly before I give in with a smile, pressing mine against his.

“Goddamn red dress.” He mumbles against my lips, fiddling with the fabric of my dress.

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AN: I hope you enjoyed reading!

[your-averagewriter]

"I wanna be yours."

Summary: (y/n) decides to surprise Alex at his Glastonbury set leading to a romantic moment between the two on the Pyramid Stage.

Word count: 1.0K

Warnings: Kissing?

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Tugging on my boots I check my outfit in the mirror: a black bralette top, black denim skirt, black boots and a black leather jacket. It’s the end of June so I’m going to be so hot today with my boots and jacket.

I step out of my tent, the sun instantly in my eyes so I remove my sunglasses from my top and place them on my face. Walking out of the tent, I decide to take a look around the sight, granted it’s not my first time at Glastonbury but it’s been a few years. Throughout the day I watch a few shows but I’m mostly here for the Arctic Monkeys. As Alex Turner’s girlfriend I try to be at most of his shows but for the Glastonbury show I decided to pretend I couldn’t make it so that I could surprise him before or after his show. 

With a small bag with me I head to the main stage early, applying a dark red lipstick using my small mirror. However there’s more people than I expected. I'm not at the barrier and I can’t even see it but after the current band have left, fans slowly dissipate allowing me to sneak through the crowd getting to the barrier.

I can feel my hands shaking, I never thought I’d be so nervous to see my boyfriend, it’s not even a massive reunion, the last we saw each other was about a week ago so not too long or anything. I try to convince myself that it’s not nerves, just excitement which admittedly helps.

Waiting with baited breath, I watch as stage-hands set up the drums and all the kit, preparing for the show only increasing my nerves.

Minutes after they’ve finished setting up the band walk out onto stage with the opening of Sculptures of Anything Goes. Most of the people at the barrier are big fans of the Arctic Monkeys so everyone around me is singing along, including me.

Song after song goes by and it’s a great show. I have loads of fun with my new friends at the barrier but they’re yet to play some of their big ones and they've been on for a while.

Just as I think this Alex declares that it’s the end of their set except they haven’t played ‘I Wanna Be Yours’, ‘I Bet You Look Good on the Dancefloor’ or ‘R U Mine?’ so everyone knows they’re coming back. Obviously, they come back, minutes later, playing ‘R U Mine?’ and ‘I Bet You Look Good on the Dancefloor’. On their setlists they normally play ‘I Wanna Be Yours’ as the closer and I can feel the excitement radiating from me.

Alex walks along the side of the stage looking at the audience and the people at the barrier, he stops when he sees me and points to me, drawing many looks. After a moment of just pointing at me he approaches the side of the stage, climbing down, carefully making his way to the barrier. He signals to me with a finger to go to him by where the gate to the barrier is. I watch him in shock, with eyes wide and shake my head with a worried smile but he walks down the barrier towards me. Reaching his hand over the barrier he reassures me with a small smile and I hold onto his hand as he leads me to the gate by the stage and thankfully people move out of the way but it doesn't stop me quietly apologising as I make my way but everyone just cheers me on.

I make my way to the gate which is kindly opened by one of the security people.

“I can’t believe you’re here.” He whispers after momentarily switching off his mike.

“I wanted to surprise you.”

“Well you’ve done that, love.” He says as we walk up the stairs onto the stage.

“What are you doing?” I ask, worried as we walk out onto the stage.

“I wanna show you off… sing you a song.” He says making me swoon.

“You’re too good to me.” I say, raising my hand to stroke his face quickly.

“I’m just giving you what you deserve.” He says pressing a kiss to the side of my face. “Are you ready, darling?”

“Ready as I'll ever be, Al.” I say as he leads me to the middle of the stage, switching his mike back on. He places his arm around my waist as he introduces me to the crowd.

“This is (y/n).” He starts, his accent shining through his speech. “She’s my lover.” He says, the ‘o’ pronounced more as a ‘u’. I feel my face burn up so I bury it in his chest, embarrassed under the shining lights. “And I’m gonna sing her a song.” He says and the introduction to ‘I Wanna Be Yours’ plays, my face remains on his chest.

“I wanna be your vacuum cleaner.” For the rest of the verse and pre-chorus, Alex just sways us gently from side to side. As the chorus begins he moves his hand from my waist to my hand, twirling me slowly.

“Maybe I just wanna be yours.” He sings, the audience even louder.

He twirls me around whilst singing the song, almost slow dancing until the next chorus.

Spinning me around once more he dips me like we’ve just gotten married which startles me slightly but nothing happens. He just stares into my eyes singing the lyrics.

“Maybe I just wanna be yours

I wanna be yours

I wanna be yours.” On the final line he doesn’t say anything, the music fades out and despite the rest of Glastonbury watching us it feels like we’re alone as he holds me in a frozen moment - one that I’ll remember forever. I smile at him, my arms wrapped around his neck as he slowly pushes my sunglasses up onto the top of my head.

After moments of staring into each other's eyes he leans down, gently pushing his lips against mine. I watch as the stage lights slowly dim leaving us on the Pyramid Stage alone, lips still pressed against each other.

Pulling away, he rests his forehead on mine in the most perfect moment.

“I love you, darling.”

“I love you too, baby.”

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AN: I hope you enjoyed reading!

If there are any other musician fics you guys want to request then please do!

[your-averagewriter]

Bad day.

Summary: After a bad day, Spencer makes (y/n)'s day better with some tea, blankets and cuddles! (Requested by @azamatic!)

Word count: 0.7K

Warnings: Swearing.

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Dragging myself home, I reach for my keys to unlock the door and drop them with a groan before tiredly picking up. Grabbing the keys I fiddle with them looking for the right one before trying the wrong one and sighing before finally getting the right key and unlocking the door.

I walk in, kicking off my shoes and dropping my bags on the table as I walk into the house with tired eyes.

“Babe?” I hear coming from down the corridor.

“Spence? You’re home?” I ask, a little confused.

“I got done at the studio early so I thought I’d surprise you.” He says walking in with a smile, quickly wrapping his arms around my waist.

“It’s a nice surprise.” I mumble, resting my head on his shoulder.

“You okay?” He asks, pressing a soft kiss to the side of my head.

“I’ve just had a long day.” I sigh, lifting my head back up to face him, a soft smile emerging on my face. “You being home early is making it better though.”

He chuckles before speaking again. “Come sit down.” He says, reaching for my hand and leading me into the lounge, both of us sitting down on the sofa, he wraps his arm around me.

He reaches for one of the blankets at the end of the sofa and pulls it over my body to combat the cold edge of the day.

“I’ll make us some tea.” He mumbles after pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. Pulling the blanket over my body, I lean back, further into the sofa.

He walks off to the kitchen, making us two cups of tea in a few minutes, bringing them back with a couple of chocolate biscuits.

“Where’d you get those from?” I ask, perking up at the sight of my favourite biscuits.

“I’ve been saving them for a time like this.” He grins, bringing the tray over and placing it on the table in front of us.

Opening the blanket, unwrapping it slightly from my body, I allow him to come under the blanket. He places the tray down before sitting next to me with the blanket. He pulls it around himself as I lean against his body, resting my head on his shoulder as he wraps one of his arms around me. Snuggling closer to his body I enjoy the warmth that both him and the blanket offers me with the harsh, cold weather outside.

“What happened to make today a bad day?” I ask softly, resting his head on my head.

“Everything.” I groan. “Someone spilled my coffee and then my computer wouldn’t work and I had to talk to the IT guy and he couldn’t fix it so I’ve been writing shit down all day and then I came home and dropped my keys and then couldn’t find the right key and nearly tripped over when I was unlocking the door.” I sigh, rambling all my complaints about my day to Spencer as he holds me close to him.

“Sounds shit, baby.” His voice is muffled when he presses a kiss to my hair.

“How was your day?” I ask, reaching for my tea and sipping on it before reaching for one of the biscuits and dunking it in my tea with a satisfied smile. “How was the studio?”

“It was good, we got a lot of work done and we were sent home early after finishing up.”

“Did you finish a song?” I ask, sipping on my tea.

“Nearly, we’re working on a lot of songs at the same time.” He chuckles quietly. “But we’re getting closer.” He smiles.

“Can I listen?” I ask, looking up at him with a small smile.

“If you wanna come down to the studio one day I could show you some of the tracks, the nearly finished ones.”

“That sounds nice, I have a day off next week.” I smile. “I’ll come with you, watch your studio session, see how everyone’s doing.”

He smiles in return. “You might be a little distracting.” He teases. “But I don’t mind, maybe it’ll be motivating having you there.”

“I’m sure you can handle it. I won’t get in your way, I promise. I’ll just find somewhere to sit and watch.” I smile, pressing a quick peck to his lips.

“We can get lunch somewhere nice. You know, that place you’ve been wanting to go to?”

My eyes light up a little. “Yeah! That would be amazing. I love you, Spencer.” I smile, wrapping my arms around him tighter.

“I love you too.” He chuckles softly, smiling down at me.

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AN: Written for @azamatic as an exchange, sorry it took a while! I hope you enjoyed reading!

[your-averagewriter]

Can you please write a steamy make out scene with Eggsy Unwin x fem!reader? Tysmm

Summary: Eggsy comes back early from a mission and neither of them are wasting any time together.

Word count: 1.0k

Warnings: Kissing, making out, mention of nakedness? steamy but not smut, suggestiveness.

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My eyes struggle to focus on the TV screen in front of me, some movie playing but I couldn’t tell you which, I stopped watching a while ago, just thinking about when Eggsy is gonna come home. He’s been gone a few weeks now on some sort of mission that neither of us know when it’s gonna end, could be tomorrow or it could be another week.

I nearly drift off to sleep, my head perfectly resting against the pillow of the sofa as I watch the characters on the screen as they run around before the doorbell rings.

Sighing, I pull myself up off the sofa, wondering who it could be at this time, it’s not like I ordered any food or a package. I drag myself through the house, before placing my hand on the handle of the door, opening it, tiredly rubbing my eyes.

“Hello?” I ask tiredly, looking at the person at the door and seeing Eggsy standing there with a smile.

“Hey, darlin’.” He smiles brightly.

“Eggsy, you’re back!” I say, all signs of tiredness leaving my eyes as I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him down to my level and into a hug.

“I didn’t wake you, did I?” He asks, wrapping his arms around my waist and lifting me up and placing a kiss to my cheek.

“No, I was just watching a movie.” I dismiss with an excited smile.

“What movie were you watching?” He asks and I roll my eyes.

“It doesn’t matter! You’re here now, I can’t believe you’re back.” I say quickly. “You should’ve told me, I would’ve dressed up or made dinner or something.” I smile, pressing my lips against his, pulling him closer to me and I can feel him smiling against my lips.

“You don’t need to dress up for me, love.” He reassures after pulling away with a grin. “I love you no matter what you wear, I especially love these PJs.” He says, smirking as he thumbs the fabric of my pajama shorts.

“Well, you don’t look too bad in a suit either.” I smile playfully, my hands pressed resting on his chest, playing with the lapel of his suit.

He leans down, placing his lips just in front of my ear. “You know, I think we’d both look better without them.” He whispers and I can hear the smirk in his voice.

“You sure? You look really good in a suit.” I tease.

“Oh I’m sure, darlin’.” He says with a smug grin before leaning back down, towards me, pressing his lips against mine, this time his hands are on my waist as my arms snake around his neck, both trying to pull the other impossibly closer.

After a few seconds, he nips at my lips but as my eyes flutter open I remember his glasses and pull back with a small smile.

Slowly, I reach up and carefully take off his spy glasses as he looks at me with an amused yet confused expression as I chuckle.

“I don’t want your little spy friends watching us.” I chuckle as I place them on the counter.

“I think I turned ‘em off.” He says and picks them up to check, putting them back on again for a moment. “Merlin?” He asks, looking off to the side.

“Aye, still here mate.” He says through the glasses, I can only hear because I’m so close.

“I’m switching off.” He says, pressing a button on his glasses. 

“Enjoy yourself, lad.” I hear him chuckle through the glasses before they switch off.

“You should be more careful or next time we’ll have spectators.” I chuckle.

“Would that be so bad?” He grins, a playful glint in his eyes so I hit him gently as a joke.

“Yes.” I say like it’s obvious and he just laughs. “Now hurry up and kiss me.” I smile, looking up at him.

“Whatever m’lady wants, m’lady gets.” He jokes with a charming smile before leaning in and kissing me again, the warmth of his lips a welcomed feeling as they push against mine in a delightful harmony.

His hands find their place on the small of my back, pulling me closer with soft but dedicated movements. My hands move to the base of his head fiddling with the strands of his hair, teasing the gel out, revealing the small curls. Threading my finger through his hair, I tug gently on the brown strands, pulling him closer, forcing his lips against mine.

His tongue swipes against my bottom lip as he pushes me backwards against the wall of the hallway. The impact causes me to gasp, allowing his tongue to slip past my lips and mingle with my own.

His hands move to my hips and I wouldn’t be surprised if his grip leaves marks I’ll find tomorrow. 

He hums against my lips before pulling away breathless, needing to catch his breath and I’m in no better state.

His cheeks are dusted pink despite his confident demeanor, strands of hair falling in front of his face, covering his eyes as he reaches out to fiddle with my top, his fingers quickly trying to undo the buttons.

“Let’s get this off.” He smirks, undoing the buttons, quickly pulling open my shirt, leaving it resting on my shoulder, covering only my back as his eyes trace over my chest. “You’re such a pretty little thing, ain’t ya?” He asks with a prominent smirk, his eyes raking over my body despite it not being the first time he’s seen me naked.

Feeling my cheeks heat up at the attention and staring I quickly move my hands to his suit, gripping onto it and pulling it off his shoulder and throwing it onto the floor.

“Thought this was a little unfair.” I mumble, undoing the buttons of his shirt hastily and he certainly doesn’t complain.

“I agree, the less clothes the better.” He grins as I pull open his shirt, pressing my lips against his feverishly, my hands explore the lines of his torso, along his chest as I trace over his body.

“So handsome.” I mumble between breaths.

Pressing his lips against mine, I feel his hands run down the sides of my chest, thumb rubbing small circles on the soft skin.

“God, I missed you.” He whispers against my lips.

“Missed you too. Missed this.” I mumble, wanting to be close to him as long as possible.

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AN: I've got a lot of requests at the moment so if you've requested something and I haven't written it yet I just haven't gotten to it. It's been a busy couple of weeks so just bear with me :)

I hope you enjoyed reading!

[your-averagewriter]

"She's my wife."

Summary: Miguel thought you and his daughter died and you thought the same about him but when the truth comes out it makes for an emotional reunion of a small family (I changed Gabriella's age so the story would flow better)

Word count: 1.2K

Warnings: grief, kissing

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Miguel’s eyes focus on the familiar group in front of him on his screen, a video he’s watched only too many times, so many that he can recite the words you say. He counts down the seconds until you walk onto screen watching your reaction to him and Gabriella wearing the matching outfits you bought for them, Gabriella only being about one at the time.

You walk in the room, your hands over your eyes before dropping them and cooing at the adorable scene ahead of you: Gabriella hugging Miguel as he’s wearing a begrudging smile.

When you and Gabriella first died he would re-watch the videos with tears in his eyes, angry tears but now he just watches them with longing in his eyes.

You, however, did not die nor Gabriella but you were accidentally sent to a different reality, leaving Miguel behind, except you thought he died just like he thought you died. In the other reality you had obtained “Spiderman” powers (through the usual way) and made sure that you protected Gabriella with your life for a few years before you’re recruited by some other Spider people who say they’re from another reality.

The concept of different realities is not a foreign one to you but you didn’t realise that there was a whole organisation called the Spider Society set up. 

“Can you go over it again?” You ask, resting your head in your palm, all the science talking making your head hurt.

The Spiderwoman in front of you who you now know as Jessica explains the whole thing to you again, but leaves out the science making it easier to understand and conceptualise.

“And you want me to join?” You ask.

“Yeah, I’ve been monitoring you for a while now and I checked with a couple of colleagues and we decided to invite you. We’ll still have to introduce you to the boss though because we didn’t check with him before talking to you.” She says.

“Okay, I’ll check it out if you can take me wherever it is but I’m not making any promises. And I need to take my daughter with me.” You say, bargaining with the small group.

“That’s totally fine.” She says with a smile, handing me a couple of watches.

“Now?” You ask, surprised about the efficiency.

“Are you busy?” She asks.

“No but I’ll have to get my daughter…” You trail off, moving through the apartment to Gabriella’s room. “Hola, ‘Riella.” You say, using the nickname that Miguel gave her. You give her a brief explanation basically that you had to go somewhere for work and that she had to come as well. 

A few minutes later, you emerge from the room holding a young sleepy girl ready to go. It takes another few minutes to fully explain the portal system and eventually you’re flying through the multiverse staring at all the bright colours, careful to hold on to Gabriella.

Later, you step out of the portal next to Jess, opening your eyes to reveal countless Spidermen and Spiderwomen including animals like a Spider Cat? You question, unsure you’re seeing everything correctly.

You’re quickly led through the building by Jess, clearing used to the craziness of this place as she navigates easily. The people here are friendly enough though as the amount of smiles and “hello”s  you receive is incredible. 

“So, I’m gonna introduce you to my boss, he runs pretty much everything here and he can be a little scary sometimes but don’t worry about it, okay?” You nod, more scared than you were before her reassurance.

She pushes open the door to reveal a slowly lowering platform, a man sat in a chair on the platform. Jess stands in front of mm and it almost seems as though she’s trying to protect you from him which only worries me more.

The platform reaches the floor and the man stands up from the chair not having yet turned around and you can feel my nerves peaking, until he turns around.

Instantly, my eyes widen and I don’t believe I can be seeing things correctly and my reaction is mirrored on his face. I stand frozen to the ground, shocked to my core as I stare at him scanning over his features making sure I’m correct. That’s my husband. My husband who is supposed to be dead.

“So, (y/n), this is-” You interrupt her staring at the man in front of you who’s staring back at you.

“Miguel?” You question quietly causing confusion to arise on Jess’ face.

“Oh, you guys know each other?” Jess asks as you begin to move towards Miguel. 

Holding on to Gabriella gently, you walk towards the man who stands frozen. After he registers your movement he mimics it, walking towards you until you meet in the middle him immediately wrapping his arms around you. You never realised how much you missed the feeling of his arms around you until you feel the warmth and safety he provides you with.

“(y/n)?” He says, questioning you with an unstable voice.

“Yeah.” You say, tears gathering and leaving your eyes as you cling onto his large body.

It stays silent for moments although to you it feels like years, thankfully. After these moments you slowly pull myself away from him,

“I don’t understand how you’re alive but I don’t care right now.” You say raising your hand to his face, stroking over the rough “stubble”, but it’s more like he just forgot to shave for a few days.

You smile through teary eyes, looking up at your husband who towers over you. You get on your tip toes but you’re still not tall enough to reach his lips so you wrap your free hand around the collar of his Spiderman suit, tugging him down to your level and smashing your lips against his. He used to chuckle when you had to pull him down to your level but now he’s just happy to be with you in the moment. The videos combined could never live up to the reality of him having you here with him.

His lips are rough and chapped, not how you remembered and his hands are coarse, the time spent without you had clearly not been a good time. It wasn’t for you, desperately trying to protect and provide for Gabriella without Miguel by your side - it certainly wasn’t easy but it doesn’t matter now because you’re together and now no one will be able to change that ever again.

“So, you do know each other?” Jess says and honestly you forgot she was there but you turn to look at her with a small smile.

“She’s my wife.” Miguel says looking up at her and Jess just looks very confused, previously thinking his wife was dead.

You quickly interrupt, moving Gabriella into his arms watching as she slowly wakes up.

“I’m sure she’s missed you.” You say, quietly watching as his eyes seem to shimmer looking at his daughter for the first time in years.

“I missed you two so much, you have no idea.” He says and you can hear the tears in his wavering voice. “I’m never letting you two go ever again.” He says wrapping his arms around the both of you.

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AN: I hope you enjoyed reading!

I thought I'd try writing in 2nd person, which do you prefer, 1st person or 2nd person?

[your-averagewriter]

Miguel x reader and reaction to Spider-Man squishmallow by chance please? Hopefully that is not too cringey, but maybe just Miguel not understanding the fascination. Then later, admitting all of the Spider-Man squishmallow a are cute 😭. If not, no worries, take care!

Summary: (y/n) finds some Spiderman plushies in the store and buys one, Miguel not understanding her interest in it but he comes around to the cute plushie.

Word count: 0.8K

Warnings: Nothing.

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“Miguel, I’m just going shopping, you don’t need to come with me.” I say as I grab hold of a trolley from the trolley bay.

“I know, querida but I like spending time with you.” He says with a slight smile.

“It’s just food shopping.” I chuckle.

“I like doing the simple things with you.” He mumbles, his cold exterior returning as his eyes scan over the store, automatically searching for any danger out of habit.

“Well, I’m not gonna stop you.” I smile up at him softly. “Having company is nice.” I say, pushing the trolley through the doors to the supermarket.

Walking down the aisles I look at the items, picking up things I know we need. After a few minutes we get through the aisle and there are some items up high, higher than I can reach and I strain on my tip toes trying to reach the box but I still can’t until I feel Miguel’s body close to mine, reaching further up than me and grabbing the item with a small smile, bordering on smirk.

“Here, cariño.” He says, placing it in the trolley, leaving me standing awkwardly.

“Thank you.” I mumble, moving to push the trolley more down the aisle.

We walk down more aisles, collecting items and checking lists until we reach a more home-like section: clothes, toys and similar things.

Smiling, I walk towards the toy section seeing the cute plushies and soft blankets and Miguel follows behind slightly confused as he trails after me.

“I don’t think you need any more soft things.” He mutters from behind me and I just ignore his statement until he walks to be next to me. Picking up one of the plushies he inspects it. “Is this meant to be a cat?” He asks, looking at it, tilting his head confused.

“Yeah, a sushi cat!” I smile, it’s a soft cat plushie that’s meant to be wrapped in a sushi roll but Miguel doesn’t seem to understand itl.

I walk away from the sushi cat and towards the other soft toys and my eyes go wide with excitement as I see some of the other toys.

Quickly, I make my way over to cute Spiderman plushies and I grab one, picking it up and showing it to Miguel as he trails behind me.

“Look!” I say, not wanting to expose his secret identity but wanting him to see it. “It’s so cute!” I say looking from the plushie to Miguel’s unimpressed face.

“I don’t understand.” He mumbles, one of his fangs overlapping his bottom lip as he speaks.

“What do you mean?” I say looking at the plushie, adoringly.

“Why? Why does this exist?” He asks, rubbing his forehead.

“Because they’re cute.” I say, putting the Spiderman plushie in the trolley. “And it’s Spiderman!” I say. “Everyone loves Spiderman.” I point out.

“Whatever you say, cariño.” He mumbles, just going along with what I’ve been saying.

We trek through the store getting everything else we need before checking out and I smile when the cashier scans the plushie which Miguel still seems confused about.

Once we’ve checked out, Miguel carries the shopping bags whilst I hold onto the Spiderman plushie, happy with the discovery. He packs the bags into the boot of the car and we drive home and unpack the bags, putting all the shopping away.

“I can’t believe they made a plushie of me…” Miguel sighs, looking at me hugging the plushie on the sofa next to him.

“It’s you as a plushie.” I point out slowly like it’s obvious. “What’s not to love?” I ask, turning to look at him.

“I’m not fluffy.” He mumbles and I reach up to ruffle his hair with a smirk.

“You’re a little fluffy.” I chuckle and I can see he’s suppressing a small smile.

“I guess you're right, querida.” I yawn, tiredly.

“Anyway, I’m gonna go to bed now ‘cause I’m tired.” I start to get up from the sofa, still holding my plushie.

“I’ll join you, mi amor.” Miguel says getting up after me and gently holding onto my hand as we walk to the bedroom tiredly and fall onto the bed, tucking ourselves under the covers.

“Are you really gonna sleep with that?” Miguel asks, looking at my plushie as he wraps his arm around me.

“Yeah, now I’ve got two Miguels.” I sigh, relaxing in his arms.

“It’s kinda cute, I guess.” He mumbles reluctantly, resting his chin on my head and I immediately perk up at his words.

“You think it’s cute?” I ask, turning to face him again.

“No, I said you were cute.” He dismisses, not very subtly.

“You said it was cute! I heard you.” I chuckle.

“Mi vida, you must be hearing things.” He mumbles quietly, although the corners of his lips turn up slightly at his joking dismissal before pressing a gentle kiss on my head.

“I know what I heard.” I smirk. “I knew you’d like it.” I rest my head back on his chest, snuggling back down in the covers.

“Mm, okay.” He says quietly, relaxing again. “Whatever you say, mi querida.” He mumbles and I can hear the smirk in his voice.

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AN: Thanks for the request!

I hope you enjoyed reading!

[your-averagewriter]

"Carm, the pastries!"

Summary: Carmen wants (y/n) to learn how to cook, starting with a 'simple' pastry dish but they get a little distracted while the pastries are in the oven.

Word count: 1.5K

Warnings: Kissing, making out, swearing

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“Babe?” I ask, scrolling on my phone in the lounge as he does stuff in our kitchen.

“Yeah?” He yells from the kitchen, throwing a tea towel over his shoulder as he leans on the doorway of the lounge.

“Can you make this?” I ask showing him a picture of a dessert that I found online. He gently takes the phone and scrolls down the recipe.

“C’mon, even you can make this.” He says, passing my phone back with a smile.

“You know how bad I am at cooking.” I chuckle. “Can you make it for me? Please?” I ask, sweetly.

“No, come on, I’ll show you how to make it.” He says walking back over to the kitchen.

“But I can’t cook!” I yell as he walks off.

“I'll teach you!” He yells back and I pull myself off the sofa and walk into the kitchen.

Walking into the kitchen I watch as he pulls out some ingredients from the draws, flour, sugar, butter, milk…

“Sweetheart, it’s just some pastry and meringue.” He says chuckling as he sets things up.

“Carmy, you’re a professional chef, of course that sounds easy to you.” I mutter, feeling not very confident.

“Yeah, and you need to learn how to cook. What if I go away for a little bit, what are you gonna do?” He asks, looking at me as I think.

“Come with you.” I smile then pause. “Or just order take out.” I grin.

“Greasy food? For days in a row?” I  just nod.

“Don’t underestimate me.” I laugh.

“You definitely need to learn to cook.” He chuckles.

“Fine.” I mumble, knowing he’s probably right.

There’s a comfortable silence for a little bit as Carmen sets up the stuff for making the meringue.

“Crack these eggs.” He says offering me the eggs and I look at them, unsure what to do and he definitely notices. “You’ve cracked an egg before, right?” He asks, doubtful as I shake my head but then he just laughs. “You’re gonna need a few more lessons than I thought.” He smiles and shows me how to crack an egg, making it look easier than it actually is.

Trying to crack the egg, it doesn’t work the first time so I bash it against the counter again and the egg spills everywhere on the table.

“Fuck.” I say stepping away. “Carm, it’s everywhere.” I point out as I move to grab some tissues.

I wipe up the mess from the eggs as he watches the mess I’ve caused in his kitchen in mere seconds.

“Maybe I’ll crack the eggs.” He says, looking at me with a small smirk.

“That might be best.” I mumble putting the tissues in the bin,

After finishing the meringue we move onto something that should be more simple - making the pastry after all there’s only so much mess you can make, right?

I measure out the right amount of flour not failing to get some on myself as I do so, much to Carmen’s amusement.

“I’ve measured the flour.” I say, thinking I’ve wiped off all the spare flour on me but Carm just smirks. “What?” I ask as he moves closer.

“You’ve got a little something on your nose.” He says,moving his fingers to swipe over my nose, removing the leftover flour before pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of my nose. “You’ve made quite a mess so far.” He chuckles looking at the flour and remnants of egg on the counter.

“Sorry about that.” I mumble, looking around. “I’m not the best cook.” I show an apologetic smile.

“It’s okay, it might take a little while for you to learn to cook though…” He trails off, his hands resting on my hips as he looks down at me.

“Yeah, I think I’ll just stick to your amazing food and when you’re not here the greasy take out.” I tease with a smirk.

“I’m still gonna teach you.” He says pulling me closer, my back pressed slightly against the counter. “It’s just gonna take longer than I thought it would.” He smirks before pressing his lips against mine gently.

It’s soft and gentle for a few moments before he pulls back, I chase his lips with a quiet whine when he pulls back with a chuckle.

“We’ve still got a dessert to make.” He says, leaning away as I frown jokingly.

“Fine. What next?” I roll my eyes.

“We’ve gotta make the pastry now, get ready to get your hands dirty.”

“Okay.” I say taking a deep breath. “Show me how then.”

He pours out the mixture onto the counter and moves me to stand in front of him by the counter as he stands behind me, his arms wrapped around me.

“Just rub it between your fingers, like this.” He mumbles by my ear, rubbing the mixture between his fingers so it becomes a bread crumb like mixture. “Try it.” He prompts and I move my hands towards the mixture picking it up and squeezing it but Carmen quickly swats my hands away gently.

“Not like that, love,” He chuckles. “Give me your hands.” He says softly as he wraps his larger hands around mine helping simulate the movements. “Like that.” He says, his warm hands placed on top of mine as he gently moves my fingers through the mixture, doing it properly.

“You have nice hands.” I murmur quietly as he continues to help me, distracted by the feeling of his large, calloused hands on mine.

He chuckles lowly. “Don’t focus on my hands, sweetheart. Focus on the pastry.” I hum a ‘yes’ and continue to try and focus on the food in front of us until he seems satisfied. “See, I knew you could do it.” He smiles. “Just needed a little help.” He presses a kiss to the side of my face.

“Can we cook it now?” I ask, looking at the mixture then turning to look at him.

“Not quite.” He chuckles.

We finish off mixing and cutting and cooking everything and eventually it ends up in the oven, both of us somewhat satisfied with the result.

“I think we should set a timer.” I suggest, looking at it.

“Nah, it’ll be fine. They don’t need long.” He reassures and I shrug assuming he knows best.

“If you’re sure.” I say. “We should probably clean up.” I say beginning to clean the sides of the flour and egg I had previously spilt.

Carmen cleans up as well at least for a little bit until he pushes himself against me, so I ‘m pressed against the counter, his hips pinning mine.

“Carmy, what’re you doing?” I ask as I turn to face him as his hands move to rest on my waist with a smirk.

Soon after me turning around he presses his lips against mine feverishly. His hands grip onto my hips and I question whether I’ll have marks on skin tomorrow, not that I mind much. His lips push against mine as he nibbles on my bottom lip asking for me to open my mouth and I gladly do so allowing his tongue to venture inside my mouth.

His tongue swipes over mine as it explores the crevices of my mouth, his lips still push against mine harshly and I know my lips are gonna be swollen afterwards. My eyes flutter closed as I wrap my arms around his neck, my fingers tangling in the strands of his hair, pulling gently eliciting sighs from his lips, sweet sounds pouring right into my mouth.

After minutes of making out, both of us trying to pull the other impossibly closer I start to smell burning. I open my eyes and my senses perk up as I smell burnt food. Quickly tapping on Carmen’s thigh he pulls away to look at me, confused.

“Carm, the pastries!” I point out and he sniffs before smelling the burnt food.

“Shit, shit, shit.” He says, moving quickly around me to get to the oven quickly opening it revealing plumes of smoke. He wafts away the smoke before grabbing an oven glove and pulling out the tray of pastries revealing the charred mess. Placing them on the counter he quickly sorts out the smoke, not wanting to set off the fire alarm before walking back over, slicking his hair over his head with a slightly stressed expression.

“I did say we should’ve set a timer.” I smirk, smug that I was right.

“Yeah, yeah.” He dismisses. “Sorry ‘bout your pastries.” He says, running a hand through his hair, placing the oven glove on the side.

“It’s okay, I still had fun.” I smile, taking his hands in mine. “I enjoyed cooking with you even though I’m really bad at it and made a mess of your kitchen.” I chuckle, a little embarrassed that I was that bad.

“With a little help, or maybe a lot of help, I’m sure you’ll be a great chef.” He says, pressing a kiss to my forehead with a smirk.

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AN: I hope you enjoyed reading!

Just started watching season 2 of The Bear and so far it's very good (just like season 1) and I still love Carmen.

[your-averagewriter]

Heyyy! I'd love to request a super fluffy/comfort Spencer Charnas x male reader. Lord knows I could do with cheering up :)

Summary: (y/n) goes to meet Spencer Charnas at a horror convention only to find out that he had wanted to meet him as well - a very happy coincidence (Spencer Charnas x male!reader).

Word count: 0.9K

Warnings: Swearing, blood mention

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Spencer and I met at a horror movie convention. - it was an interesting meeting as we both wanted to meet each other but I got to him first. After being a fan of Ice Nine Kills for a long time  I finally got the opportunity to meet the front man at a horror convention that I was meant to be doing signings at.

I had played a recurring character in the Scream franchise, starting in the first movie as a young child up until the most recent ones. I also had parts in various other horror movies, most notably the recent Terrifier movies. 

I’d done signing for a couple of hours now and I had a break and I knew exactly what I was gonna do during my break: meet Spencer Charnas.

It takes me a little while to find my way around the horror convention to find where his setup is and eventually once I’ve found it I get in the queue, making sure I have my Ice Nine Kills CDs and Spencer Charnas pop figure in my bag along with my Ice Nine Kills top that I’ve been wearing all day for the meet-and-greets. I also packed at least three sharpies (just in case one of them runs out).

The queue lasts a while which I’m not surprised by but eventually I get to the front and see him sat at the table. I have to try and hide my excitement as now it’s my turn but he seems slightly surprised as well.

“Hey.” I say, trying to suppress my excitement. “I’m such a big fan.” I say, looking at him with a smile as he stands up. My eyes follow him as he stands up.

“(y/n) (l/n)?” He asks, looking surprised and I nod.

“Oh wait, you know me? That’s fucking awesome.” I say, unable to hold in my excitement, what could be better than meeting your favourite celebrity and them already knowing who you are?

“Yeah, (y/c/n) in Scream and you’re in The Purge, the Friday the Thirteenth reboots and Terrifer.” My eyes go wide as he lists off the movies I’ve been in so I just nod along with a smile.

“Yeah.” I say. “That’s me.”

“Oh my god, why are you here meeting me?” He asks, smiling and chuckling. “I was gonna come meet you!” He says, causing me to gasp.

“What?” I ask, knowing this is definitely the best day of my life. “This is incredible.” I mutter to myself quietly. 

“You’re so cool.” We both say to each other in unison, making me laugh. 

“Could I get a photo?” I ask him, heart racing so fast.

“Yeah, absolutely.” He says and I walk around the table so I’m standing next to him and taking a photo of us together, smiling like idiots. “Could you send that to me?” He asks.

“I don’t have your number…” I say nervously as he gets out his phone and reads me his number. “Awesome.” I say, sending him the photo, adding his number to my contacts. “This might sound weird but could you sign my stuff?” I ask, awkwardly as I open my bag.

“Stuff?” He ask, peering into my bag as my CDs spill out onto the table and his eyes go slightly wide, even more so as I pull out the figure now looking slightly embarrassed. “I’ll get to work signing.” He chuckles sitting back down as I pass him a sharpie to use.

He starts signing, moving through all my CDs and finally getting to the figure.

“Wow. I haven’t seen one of these in a while.” He says looking at the figure from a years old release. 

“Been a fan for a while…” I admit, quietly, fidgeting from one foot to another.

“I follow you on everything, how did I not know you were a fan?” He asks himself quietly.

After signing my figure I pack all my stuff back in my bag and close it with a smile.

“Now,” He starts. “This is gonna sound a little weird.” He says, pulling something out from under his desk. “Could you sign this?” He asks laughing as he pulls out a figure of me from Terrifer making me chuckle.

“Wow, I was not expecting that. Shame they covered me in blood, it was a cute figure.” I say looking over it before signing it.

“I still think you look pretty cute.” He says, looking from the figure to me and I feel my cheeks warm.

“Here.” I say handing back the figure laughing. “I didn’t believe you when you said you were gonna come see me later but I think the figure’s convinced me.” I laugh then remember the line. “Anyway, I shouldn’t take up so much of your time.” I say noticing the people behind me. “You’re a popular man.” I smirk.

“I’ll see you around then.” He says smiling. “It was great to meet you.” 

“You too. You’re fucking awesome.” I say walking away from his table with a massive smile and a wave before turning back around.

Later that day, I get a few texts from him, one a ‘thank you’ message, another an offer to go out for coffee with him and another an offer for a part in an Ice Nine Kills music video. I accept the offer for coffee, not sure whether it was a date or not but that was cleared up when he officially asked me on another date and I accepted the role in the music video. We start filming in a couple of weeks and in those two weeks we have multiple dates booked including a cinema trip to see the new Halloween movie and I don’t think my life could get any better from here.

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AN: Thank you for the request!

This was fluffy but not very comforting so if you'd like me to write a more comfort fic then just let me know :)

Ice Nine Kills have got to be the best band I have ever seen live and I need to meet them one day haha

I hope you enjoyed reading!

[your-averagewriter]

this character isn't on your list but could you write about Ken from the Barbie movie ? I just really love that man.

If yes then just a makeout session please :>

Summary: Ken keeps visiting the coffee shop that (y/n) works at so he can see her and after a while he gathers the confidence to ask her out, maybe for a sleepover?

Word count: 1.8K

Warnings: Kissing

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I rush through the city, clutching my bag on my way to the coffee shop where I work, careful not to be late. I weave through the crowds of people, trying not to bump into people but I bump into someone and come to a halt quickly.

“Sorry.” I say looking up at the man I bumped into and notice that I spilled his drink over him. He’s wearing a pink Hawaiian shirt and nothing else covering his chest and matching pink shorts. “I didn’t mean to run into you. I’m sorry about your shirt, umm, I can get you another drink?” I offer whilst showing him an apologetic smile but he just looks slightly dazed as he looks at me. 

I stand there for a moment and wait for him to say something but he doesn’t, he just continues to look at me making me feel a little awkward or embarrassed. 

“Are you okay?” I ask, softly and he seems to snap out of it.

“Yeah, I’m great.” He says now with a smile then pauses before continuing. “Sorry, what did you say?”

“I said I’m sorry about your shirt.” I say indicating to his drink covered shirt and he looks down and it seems like he hasn’t noticed. “I can get you another drink if you’d like?” I offer again with a small smile.

“My shirt?” He says then looking at the dirtied shirt.

“Sorry about that.” I say, looking away awkwardly. “Do you want a new coffee or something?” I offer.

“A new coffee? Okay.” He says with a bright smile and seems to just go along with what I say.

“Cool, follow me.” I say, smiling as I lead him through the streets to the coffee shop where I work. “This is where I work.” I say looking behind me to see him but he’s not there. “Hello?” I say, looking around but he reappears after a few seconds with a curious smile. “Are you okay?” I ask again.

“I’m doing great. How are you?” 

“Okay.” I smile. “Anyway, this is where I work.” I say gesturing to the coffee shop. 

I open the door and hold it open for him to walk through and he seems to be in awe of the whole shop. I greet a couple of my coworkers before leading the man over to one of the seats. 

“Wait here, I’ll go grab you a coffee?” I ask and he nods still looking around somewhat awe-struck. “I’m so sorry, I forgot to ask you your name?” I say.

“Ken.” He says and I tilt my head, slightly confused. 

“Like Barbie and Ken?” I ask, smiling at the coincidence.

“Yep.” He says happily.

“My name’s (y/n).” I introduce myself.

“What a beautiful name.” He smiles.

“Thank you.” I say feeling slightly flustered by the compliment despite his unfaltering smile.”Anyway, I’ll go get some coffee.” I say before heading back to the kitchen whilst tying on my apron.

I emerge a few minutes later holding a couple of cups of coffee. Walking back over to where he’s sitting still smiling. I move over to sit next to him and his eyes move to look at me as I place the two cups of coffee on the table.

“Here.” I offer. “I’m sorry about your shirt, again.” I apologize again.

“It’s okay, I’ve got plenty of shirts.” He smiles, holding onto the drink and raising it to drink from it.

Sipping on my coffee I watch as he drinks from the cup, clearly not liking the drink but pretending like he does. He swallows it down with a sour looking face but quickly puts a smile on again.

“It’s nice.” He says, causing me to chuckle.

“You don’t have to pretend like you like it.” I say. “I can get you something else if you’d like.”

“No, I like it.” He says, trying to convince me but being a very bad liar.

“If you say so.” I smile as he pretends to enjoy the drink.

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After that interaction Ken returned to the coffee shop I work at only days later asking what I made for him last time and ordering it again. I didn’t think he liked it and when he tried it again I was reassured that he didn’t like it.

Then he came back again and ordered the same coffee, sipping on it, trying to suppress his dislike of the bitter drink. He came back again and again always ordering the same drink and making sure to talk to me each time.

I watch as Ken walks in the door for the fifth time recently and whilst I’m serving another customer, one of my coworkers serves him.

“Oh, no thank you. I’d like to wait for (y/n).” He says politely with his bright smile and waits for me to finish off.

“Hi Ken.” I smile at his antics. “What would you like to order today?” I ask, wondering whether he’s changed his order.

“The usual please, (y/n).”

“You don’t wanna try something new?” I ask, chuckling quietly.

“No thanks, just the usual please.” He orders with a smile.

“I’ll bring it over to you in a few minutes.” I say and he returns to his usual spot where he waits for me to bring over his coffee.

After a few minutes I take his coffee over to him, placing it down and watching as he sips on it, swallowing down the bitter drink he clearly dislikes.

I go to walk back over, away from the table before hearing Ken’s voice.

“(y/n)?” I hear from behind me so I turn around.

“Yeah, Ken?” I ask, turning around to face his smiling face.

“I was wondering whether you’d like to hang out sometime? Outside of the coffee shop.” He says, in a positive tone still with his charming smile.

“Yeah, that sounds nice.” I smile at him, genuinely happy at his proposal. “What do you wanna do?” I ask.

“Do you want to come over to my house?” He offers.

“Yeah, sure. When?”

“Now?” He says eagerly, making me chuckle.

“I’ve gotta finish my shift.” I say, smiling at his comment.

“After your shift then?” He asks.

“Okay, I’ll be done in a little under an hour.” I say, checking my watch. “Do you want something to eat or drink  until then?”

“I’m okay, thank you.” He says, his handsome smile stuck to his face.

I walk away, unable to suppress my smile and excitement as I continue working, it feels like the longest shift I’ve ever had despite only having an hour left.

Afterwards I go back to Ken’s table and he greets me with a smile.

“Hi (y/n), are you ready to go?” He asks and I nod.

Ken gets up walking after me. “How far away is your house?” I ask and he thinks for a while.

“A long way away.” He says, thinking.

“Where’s your car?” I ask, looking around.

“I don’t have a car.” He says, still smiling.

“Do you wanna go to my house then?” I offer, trying not to chuckle at the cuteness of his words.

“Yeah.” He smiles.

“Well, my apartment is fairly close so I just walk normally.” He kind of just goes along with whatever I say, following me like a lost puppy with his smile that seems to be permanently stuck to his face.

I open the door once we get to my apartment and welcome him in, kicking off my shoes.

“Make yourself at home.” He walks in, looking around.

The next few hours are spent doing various things, baking, talking and just watching TV. 

Now we’re sitting on the sofa next to each other, my head resting on his shoulder as the crappy show plays in the background, not that I’m focusing on that.

“Hey (y/n)?” Ken says and I look up to him.

“Yeah?” 

“Are we boyfriend and girlfriend?” He asks, a slight vulnerability in his tone but I wouldn’t have noticed as he covers it up quickly with a smile.

“If you want.” I smile up at him.

“I want.” He says and I chuckle before pressing a kiss to his cheek. Ken freezes for a few seconds and I look at him concerned, tilting my head to see him with eyes wide. “Could you do that again?” He asks quietly after a moment.

I nod before sitting up and pressing another kiss to his cheek leaving a glossy lip shaped mark.

“That was really nice.” He smiles and I turn to face him so after a second I gently press my lips against his.

He completely freezes and I worry for a second, thinking I made him uncomfortable or weirded him out as he doesn’t react.

“Ken? Are you okay?” I ask quietly, my eyes scanning over the shocked expression on his face. He seems to snap out of it after a few more moments and his eyes lock onto mine, his smile reappearing on his face before he pushes his lips against mine.

Now I’m the one caught off guard but I soon melt into his kiss, the warmth of his lips against mine a feeling I don’t wanna stop feeling. I reach my hand up to rest on his jaw, my thumb stroking over his jawline as I cradle his face. He presses his lips further against mine and I can feel the desperation. Pulling apart for a few seconds I’m slightly breathless as I rest my forehead against Ken’s.

“You okay?” I ask, tentatively with a soft smile as his eyes seem to be sparkling.

“Wow.” He says, making me look away shyly. “I've never done that before…” He says still smiling although there’s a tinge of embarrassment in his tone.

“You’ve never kissed someone before?” I ask, confused on how a guy as charming as him has never kissed someone before.

“No, but that was great!” He reassures, smiling brightly. “Can we do it again?” He asks eagerly, scooching closer towards me, one of his hands resting on my thigh.

“Yeah.” That’s all it takes for him to kiss me again, pushing his lips against mine with a new depth of emotion. I can feel him smile against my lips as he never seems to stop smiling, my eyes flutter closed at the feeling. His hand on my thigh causes shivers to go up my spine as his other hand runs up my arm, stroking up and down my shoulder.

“How are you so good at kissing if you’ve never kissed someone before?” I say between kisses as he keeps chasing my lips.

“I don’t know.” He pulls back, shrugging with a casual smile before pulling me back in, his lips sliding against mine in a satisfying way as our lips seem to fit together perfectly. 

“We should have a sleepover.” He says after a few more moments and all I can do is smile against his lips.

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AN: Thank you for the request!

I really enjoyed the Barbie movie, and Oppenheimer later that day (yes I did the double-bill).

[your-averagewriter]

Imagine the Spiderverse characters with a flirty reader

Including: Miles Morales, Gwen Stacy, Hobie Brown, Pavitr Prabhakar Miguel O'Hara, Peter B. Parker

Miles Morales - Miles likes to think he's smooth and don't get me wrong he can be, sometime he really flusters you but often times it's the other way around. Whilst Miles prefers pre-prepared pick up lines you prefer being more spontaneous and coming up with flirty comments on the spot which somehow always catches him off guard leading to heat rising in his cheeks especially if it's in front of others like Peter (B Parker).

Gwen Stacy - Gwen can flirt, she can flirt well but when people flirt back with her she doesn't know what to do with herself. Imagine you complement her music or style, something more personal and she doesn't know what to say, she's already swooning. It takes ages for her to get used to the constant compliments and flirty comments but eventually she manages comebacks to your comments making you chuckle at the way her voice wavers and her cheeks turns red. Not that you're making fun of her of course, you just find her so adorable!

Hobie Brown - Hobie is a very chill confident person so when you flirt with him, he flirts back easily and often catches you off guard. When you compliment him he usually replies with a "Thank you, darlin'" or "Thanks babes" knowing that pet names are a weakness for you flipping your attempt to fluster him back on yourself. Hobie is also quite a flirty person with someone he likes so you have to be prepared for your energy to matched.

Pavitr Prabhakar - Pavitr isn't flirty but he is very polite and sweet meaning that he's always complimenting your outfit or hair or makeup. But if you try and fluster him with flirty comments he probably not realise your flirty and just thinking your being nice so it will often end with him thanking you with a smile not usually him getting embarrassed although if you're being really obvious and he does pick up on it then he probably will get embarrassed and try to play it off (but not very well).

Miguel O'Hara - Miguel is known for having a cold exterior and not really getting involved with people and most of the time people don't even try flirt with him so when you do he's caught off guard (not that you'd know unless you were looking for the reaction) but then he quickly dismisses the comments. If you're in a relationship then he will be more receptive to your flirty comments sometimes even flirting back (in private). If Miguel does flirt back he will do it well, you will be completely unprepared and get entirely flustered and embarrassed - Miguel allows himself a small smirk at the small success.

Peter B. Parker - Peter is a very sweet, loving guy so if you guys were dating I'd think he would thank you or hug you - it would create some very cute moments. If you're not dating though and it's been a while since he's dated or flirted with anyone then you flirting with him would catch him off guard for a bit but then he'll get a little scared when he realises he likes you as his last relationship didn't end so well. After a while he'd get more comfortable and start flirting back and even start initiating flirty conversations with you.

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AN: I hope you enjoyed reading!

Miles Morales, Gwen Stacy, Hobie Brown, Pavitr Prabhakar Miguel O'Hara, Peter B. Parker

[your-averagewriter]

“My little fighter.”

Summary: When (y/n) hears someone break in at night she investigates only to find Hobie in an injured state stumbling around (Hobie Brown x fem!reader).

Word count: 1.1K

Warnings: kissing, blood, injury mention, swearing

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I roll over in bed, feeling the emptiness as Hobie is out on a mission. Hearing a sound, I roll over again, dismissing it as the wind but after a couple of seconds I hear one of the windows being open and sounds of falling. Quickly, I get up out of bed, not failing to pick up the baseball bat kept under our bed before walking towards the bedroom door.

I open the bedroom door and walk down the corridor towards the staircase. I can hear my heart beating in my ears and feel it in my throat. With Hobie’s job it’s not a crazy idea to think someone might have broken into our house, he's got many enemies after all and even if not a supernatural, multiverse-travelling villain it could be a drunk guy he pissed off. 

It’s not rare for us to go out to pubs or wherever and for Hobie to get into arguments with die-hard Torys - his passionate ideas have often got us in trouble.

Still not knowing who it could be, I lift the baseball bat up in a fighting stance as I walk slowly and quietly to the stairs, careful to not step on any creaky floorboards.

I step onto the first stair then the second, the carpet feels rough against my feet, not having time to put my slippers on.

Once at the bottom of the stairs I reach for the light and flip it, illuminating the intruder. Walking towards the entrance point (the window) I hear Hobie’s voice and then a crash.

“Hobie?” I ask, desperately as I hear things topple to the ground. I take the bat with me as I venture into the kitchen after the sounds.

“Fuck…” He says, quietly, rubbing his head as he stands up from the floor.

“Hobie…” I trail off, walking towards him. “Are you okay?” I say, dropping the bat causing a clanging sound as it hits the stone kitchen floor.

I take my face into my hands, examining his face and his head for any injuries. There’s blood on his face but I don’t think it’s his and there’s no sign of any cuts or major gashes.

“I’m fine, darlin’, I’m fine.” He says, resting his head in my hands though. “Look at you with your bat though, that’s adorable.” He chuckles.

“Hobie, this is not the time.” I say, looking over his body and seeing his suit ripped and bloodied. “Are you sure you’re injured?” I ask again, already knowing the answer.

“I told you, I’m fine, love.”

“Okay, so you won’t mind if I hug you tightly then?”

“I’m tired, maybe later.” He dismisses which is very out of character for him.

“Uninjured Hobie would never turn down a hug.” I say crossing my arms then poking him in the ribs causing him to groan and clench his face. “Sorry, baby,” I say, feeling bad at hurting him. “Let me clean you up.” I say, gently taking his hand in mine, leading him into the bathroom.

“Fine, if it’ll make you happy, babes.” He says, giving in.

“Sit.” I order and he sits on the counter by the sink. “Can you take your suit off please?” I ask, turning around to open the cabinet, searching for the first aid kit.

“‘Course you’d want me to take off my suit…” He trails off, smirking.

“If you don’t take it off, I’ll have to take it off myself.” I say, slightly flirty but mainly focused on cleaning him up.

“Well, that’s an offer I don’t think I can turn down.”

I find the first aid kit and place it down next to him, watching as he shrugs the suit off of his shoulders.

“What were you doing?” I ask as I set out the cloth and antiseptic to sterilise his wounds. I have to peel off the back of his suit as it’s stuck to his back by the blood.

“The usual, Miguel had me going after another anomaly.” He says and I can practically hear him eye rolling. “Don’t worry though, most of the blood isn’t mine.”

I examine his body, looking at the little cuts littering his back, most small but there are a couple of deeper ones.

Dipping the cloth in warm water, I wring it out before dabbing it on the wounds, clearing them of any blood but the contact causes Hobie to hiss quietly. As he groans I press soft kisses to the back of his neck with quiet apologies.

Luckily he doesn’t need any stitches, they just need cleaning and bandaging.

“I’m just gonna bandage them up now.” I say, looking at him in the mirror.

“Thanks babe.” He replies.

I bandage him tightly, ensuring that all his cuts and wounds are covered whilst being careful not to hurt him. Tying them up, I turn around to face Hobie before placing a quick kiss to his lips.

“Done.” I say, gently holding onto his calloused hands. “You ready to go to bed?” I say, quietly, yawning and checking the time seeing that it’s past two in the morning.

“I’ll be up in a minute.” He says, pressing a kiss to the top of my head before walking out.

I make my way back to our shared bedroom and tuck myself back into bed. Lying in bed I wait for Hobie to return and I can hear his footsteps and when he flicks off the hallway light.

“Hey, darlin’” I hear him say as he walks towards his side of the bed.

“Hey baby.” I say, yawning again, lifting up the covers for him to get in. He slides into bed next to me, wrapping his arms around my torso. I keep my arms to the side not wanting to hurt him, knowing about all his injuries.

“What’s wrong, babes?” He asks, looking up to me.

“I don’t wanna hurt you.” I say.

“Don’t worry about me, love, I’m fine and I’ve definitely been worse.” I look at him with a slightly angry look.

“Stop getting yourself hurt.” I say. “I don’t understand why you keep doing what this Miguel guy tells you. He sounds like a dick.”

“You have no idea how much of a dick he is but I don’t do it for him. I do it for the people I save, people like you.” He says, resting his head on the pillow, placing a kiss on my head.

“Fine, but if you’re gonna sneak in, can you not make it sound like there’s an intruder?”

“Why? It seems like you would’ve been fine with your bat anyways.” He smirks.

“Yeah well, when your husband’s the multiverse-travelling Spider-Punk you gotta learn to protect yourself.” I smirk back up at him, wrapping my arms around him, focusing on his reactions to see if it is hurting him.

“My little fighter.” He looks into my eyes with a smirk, his lip ring shining in the slither of moonlight.

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AN: I hope you enjoyed reading!

[your-averagewriter]

Not-so-secret identity.

Summary: Pavitr rescues (y/n) on the bridge and his worry leads to a slip up with the voice he uses leading to his secret identity becoming a little less secret.

Word count: 0.9K

Warnings: Kissing, blood, injury, canon-level warnings

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Walking across the bridge, I place my earphones in my ears turning on my music in order to tune out the sounds from the traffic on the bridge. I hum to myself, quietly as I walk into the middle of the bridge before seeing people stop their cars and run off of the bridge. Slowly, I pull out an earphone, looking around for the source of panic.

The buildings to the side of the bridge start collapsing, pieces of glass are shattered, shooting towards the bridge along with chunks of cement. My hand flies to my shoulder, feeling a shard of glass cut through the fabric of top, catching my arm but luckily not cutting very deep.

I hiss at the feeling before properly realising the danger I’m in. Most people have had the sense to run from the bridge by now but my delayed reaction has cost me time.

The bridge shakes, the ground underneath me vibrating almost throwing me off balance as I try to make my way off the bridge.

Parts from the building keep falling as I see a group of Spidermen helping people off of the bridge. One of them is very punk looking but I wonder why I’m thinking about his fashion while my life is in danger. I try to call attention to myself, no one is left near me so I try to call for help, unable to easily get away - debris blocking my way.

My hand covers my mouth as I watch as the parts of the building keep breaking off, any of them could end my life and the thought paralyses me with fear, making me unable to move, frozen to the ground until I’m thrown to the floor as the vibrations get stronger.

I feel the stone under my knees and I know they’re definitely grazed if not worse along with the palms of my hands which I raise to look at seeing blood mark the wounds.

Trying to get up, I don’t manage to get on my feet again as I’m scooped up into the air. Their arms are tight around my waist but instead of feeling any pain from the wounds I feel secure. 

Looking up at the person who grabbed me, I recognise him as Spiderman, a local hero. Shooting webs towards the edges of the bridge he soars through the air and shoots off the end into a safe area. He places me on the ground carefully and I fall to my knees as I still feel shaky and my legs are wobbly.

Seconds after I fall to the floor, Spiderman crouches down in front of me reaching for my hands and checking the injuries. Upon seeing the blood he is visibly worried despite not being able to see his face because of his mask.

“(y/n)! You need to be more careful!” I recognise his voice and look up to him confused.

“How do you know my name?” I ask, coughing due to the dust.

“What? Oh, I saw it on one of your books.” He says and I look at my bag, school books, admittedly poking out so he could see but I don’t believe him.

“Pavitr?” I ask, turning my head to the side, matching his hair and voice with that of my boyfriend’s.

“No,” He clears his throat, changing his voice back to a deeper one. “I’m Spiderman.” He says, sounding entirely fake which it is.

After a few seconds of contemplation, I reach my hand out to grasp the bottom of his mask. Moving slowly, I give him many chances to reject my advance but he stays still, only sighing before my fingers curl around the edge of the mask. I gently pull it over his face revealing the familiar face of my boyfriend.

I frown slightly looking at his face now matched with the hair and voice. 

“(y/n), I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you! I didn’t want to hurt you or get you hurt or put you in danger! I’m so sorry!” He says very quickly starting to ramble-apologise. He places his hands out in front of him in a prayer-hand gesture, desperately looking down.

I lean forward, quickly enveloping him in my arms catching him slightly off guard. Soon after I wrap my arms around his neck (affectionately obviously) he wraps his arms around my waist, resting his head on my shoulder.

“It’s okay.” I say quietly then pause. “Well, it’s not okay but we can deal with that later.” I say, treasuring the comfort and warmth his hold provided me with.

“Are you okay?” He asks, remembering about the blood from earlier, quickly pulling himself away. He softly grabs onto my hands and then looks at the cuts littering my shoulder, his eyes darting around with worry.

“Well, it hurts but I’ll be okay.” I say, trying for a small smile. “Shouldn’t you put your mask back on to protect your now not-so-secret identity?” I ask him and he quickly reaches to pull it down.

“Come on, we need to get you to a hospital.” He says, about to stand up but I settle my hand on his shoulder, holding him down with me.

Quickly I lift up his mask, just to his nose, exposing his mouth and nose. I press my lips against his softly, raising my hand to rest on the back of his head before pulling away with a satisfied smile.

“Now we can go to the hospital.” I say, holding onto his hand as he pulls me up, careful not to hurt me.

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AN: I hope you enjoyed reading!