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A Clan of Our Own Masterlist (Finished)

Parts:

Part 1: The Bounty

Part 2: The Past

Part 3: The Village

Part 3.5: The Fight

Part 4: The Storm

Part 5: The Heat

Part 6: The Struggles

Part 7: The Bean

Part 8: The Friend

Part 9: The Rescue

Part 10: The Names

Part 11: The Accident

Part 12: The Questions

Part 13: The Gender

Part 14: The Heirloom

Part 15: The Argument

Part 16: The Secret

Part 17: The Need

Part 18: The Truth

Part 19: The Return

Part 20: The Promise

Part 21: The Proposition

Part 22: The Goodbye

Part 23: The Race

Part 24: The Union

Part 25: The Escape

Part 26: The Reveal

Part 27: The Journey (multiple parts)

Day 1

Day 2

Day 3 & 4

Dat 5

Day 6

Part 28: The Trials: Phase One 

Part 29: The Trials: Phase Two

Part 30: The Homecoming

Part 31: The Celebration

Part 32: The Videos

Part 33: The Wait

Part 34: The Delivery

Part 35: The Beginning

Part 36: The Vow

Part 37: The Finale … for now

If I can't find love like this, what is the point of even trying.

PUBLIC PROPOSALS — miles bletchley x f! reader

content warning: proposals

summary: a running joke in you and miles’ relationship is how you don’t ever want to be proposed publicly. miles take it upon himself to take the piss throughout your holiday in the city of love.

wc/ avg. reading time: 1081 words/ 6 minutes

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"I SWEAR ON salazar’s right arse cheek if you ever propose to me in public i'd breakup with you." was what you told miles the very first day you got together.

it had been six years since then and the both of you were twenty three, despite being in a relationship for that long, it was still something you reminded him often.

it was not that you did not want to marry miles, no, it was far from that.

you and miles had taken time off work and decided to go on holiday. you agreed upon visiting france since neither of you had never been.

the two of you thought about visiting the eiffel tower, even though you knew that it was just a tourist attraction that was not anything more than a metal structure.

the two of you thought about visiting the eiffel tower, even though you knew that it was just a tourist attraction that was not anything more than a metal structure.

the two of you ended up going however, just for the sake of the novelty of it.

you took a picture of the tower with your camera and turned around to see miles, kneeling on one knee.

"oh no you don't you bastard," you quickly pulled him up onto his feet as miles chuckled, gripping onto his stomach from the hilarity of your reaction.

"it's not funny. merlin, baby, people are looking," you grumbled as you poked the side of his stomach, "we're leaving."

you pulled miles into an alleyway as you apparated the both of you away.

it was a running joke in you and miles' relationship that he would pretend to propose to you in as many public places he could just to take the piss.

he even said before the start of your holiday that he would try twice as hard to carry on the joke since paris was also known as the 'city of love'.

"i think i'm going to be sick," miles leaned against a lamppost as the two of you got off space mountain.

you offered your boyfriend an iced bottle of water as the two of you sat near a water fountain fixture.

"no more roller coasters please." miles shook his head as the swirly feeling in his tummy finally dissipated.

"alrighty baby," you hummed as you tried to throw the plastic bottle into the recycling bin that was a fair bit away from you.

"ah bollocks," you cursed under your breath as you picked up the bottle and tossed it in the bin.

you turned back to where miles and your things were when you saw him kneeling down on one knee, a cheeky grin on his face.

a lady had saw and started clapping, a congratulatory expression on her face.

you practically sprinted to miles and kneeled down next to him.

"for all the bloody places in the world, really baby? at disneyland? you absolute bellend." you whisper scolded as you kneeled next to him, "i fucking hate you, you know that right?"

miles threw his head back in a laugh, "yes i do."

"sorry, he just fell," you apologised to the woman and cleared the air, awkwardly shuffling away with miles' hand in yours.

"cheers baby," miles clinked his glass with yours as you sipped on your champagne.

you finished your dinner and you were ordering your puddings.

"the tiramisu looks terribly good," you peered up from the large menu and saw miles kneeling on one knee next to you.

the waiter who was walking past your table gasped and the middle aged couples dotted around the restaurant were now looking at the two of you.

you started to grow nervous at the chatters surrounding you.

"miles bletchley if you don't stand up in three seconds i'm dumping your arse." you warned.

miles winked at you, "love you too baby." and pretended to tie the laces of his dior trainers before standing back up.

"sorry, i was just tying my shoes." miles waved to the people in the restaurant and the patrons seemed to have gone back to their individual conversations.

"i will stab you with this fork," you playfully threatened with a pout on your face.

the two of you returned to your hotel in the wizarding world, exhausted from your silly adventures around paris.

"i'll draw us a bath," miles called out from the en suite.

you thanked him as you unpacked your bag and removed your makeup in front of the small vanity.

you got out of your satin dress, letting it pool on the floor as you kicked it to the side of the marbled bathroom tiles.

"c'mere," miles beckoned you into the tub and you settled in between his legs, your back against his chest.

"i really don't want this holiday to end, i can't imagine having to go back to work and deal with malfoy's bullshit," you played with miles' hands.

"at least you got malfoy, potter's the head of my department. he's bloody irritating at times," miles groaned.

miles pushed himself up slightly so that he was sitting up and less so leaning against the tub.

he placed small tickles kisses starting from your neck to the back of your shoulder.

he then started massaging shampoo into your hands as you looked up with your eyes closed to prevent any soap suds from getting into your eyes.

your muscles relaxed as miles rinsed the water out of your hair.

"thank you baby, i love you." you mumbled dreamily as you began fluttering your eyes open.

you were about to run your hands through your hair when you noticed something on your left hand.

you whipped your body around to face miles, not caring about the water that had sloshed and left the tub from your movement.

"miles!" you showed him the back of your left hand, adorned with a glittering diamond ring.

"marry me." he said, more of a statement than a question.

"fucking hell, i love you so much," tears brimmed your eyes as you pulled him into a kiss.

that night, you and miles laid in bed, his head resting against your chest as your lightly scratched his head with your nails.

"you didn't even give me a chance to say no." you watched the diamond as it reflected the light from the lamps in the room.

miles scoffed at your statement.

"as if you could every say no to all of this hot sexy goodness." he gestured to himself.

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In which Nestor is sick of queerbaiting and wants them to make it official.

A Metaphor For Fidelity; Part Two.

very requested. I hope this lives up to expectations but I’m really not sure? I really struggled to come up with a concept for this so I’m sorry if it disappoints💖💖💖💖

ELLIOT X READER, 18+

Never in my life would I expect to compare myself to the death of Anne Boleyn. My head hangs low while I walk to my locker, as if a sword was soon to come in contact with my cervical spine. My cheeks glow red with nerves; the fear of the man I now loathe coming any where near me being on the front of my mind. Similar to Anne, my situation involves adultery. An affair between my lover and his friend causing the sword to ultimately strike down the centre of our relationship with one, effortless stroke.

I rushed to collect my belongings from my locker and leave. Clearing my mind as I did this to ensure no tears will be shed at the sight of Elliot in my peripheral vision. He was stood with Rue: an old friend of mine. Rue and I spent all of our days together when we were just children. The memories of our past are now fading, slowly I realise that the stories of us now take me multiple minutes to remember completely. I’m sure all of Rues friends/enemies would tell you this, but the drugs did not only effect her, my life was altered just as much as hers. She had lived a tragic life - near that of Anne Boleyn.

My day consisted of nothing but two things: going out of my way to find new routes around the school, (so I didn’t accidentally make uncomfortable eye contact with ‘he who shall not be named’) and refreshing my order information on my clothes order. I was reminded by Maddy that it is simply unacceptable to go to my first party single and not have a brand new outfit.

Days like these depressed me. I feel the constant need to be doing something, like half of my mind has run off and the other half is panting, sweating even, to try and catch up.

I looked at my phone and saw the date was May 19th. I made a mental note of this date, for a reason I am unaware of. This date just stuck with me, meaning the events to follow also stuck on my person. Equivalent to the guilt attached to the infamous, Anne Boleyn.

• • •

“Bitch, you are so hot it’s unreal.”

Maddy was known for being a ‘mean girl’ ,but in all honesty, I thought she was one of the most loyal, caring people I know. She had just gone through some terrible things, terrible things that were unfortunately done by a terrible man.

I turned to my reflection in the mirror. An insecure, scared teenage girl looked back at me. Jules didn’t look like I did, Jules was ‘model pretty’. She has a look about her that just captivated you. Her slender figure making all those who looked at her audibly gasp. But she’s just a girl. Who am I to let the girl who slept with my boyfriend make me insecure? Fuck her. Fuck how she made me feel, but, fuck, I was still nervous.

I didn’t have time to think anymore thoughts worth remembering because I was being dragged down the stairs of Maddy’s front garden and into Kat’s car. Loud music accompanied the vehicle, I found myself smiling. I enjoyed smiling; I felt like a relief. A relief from my recent moods. I cant help but feel for those her never saw relief; who’s lives ended before they were able to restore the mess they were involved with prior.

“I’m going to get so fucked up tonight.”

The girls laughed and nodded their heads.

I wandered around the strangers house with my head held high, almost as high as me. I had smoked so much weed that night that I didn’t care what I did. I let boys kiss me, I let girls touch me, but mainly, I let Elliot stand there and watch. Oh, and Jules.

Jules and Elliot stood together the whole night. She had made multiple advances to him but he declined eveyone, instead staring at me with the same expression in his eyes as those in 1536 who felt bad watching the queen become only a head.

I was dancing with a boy I later found out was called Eric. His hands were calloused and tough, his mouth was too rough on mine, and his beard scratched my face in way that made me cringe. The alcohol clearly causing me to go blind. The only thing stopping me from ripping his hand off of my waist was the lasers lined with jealousy that protruded from Elliot’s eyes. I knew he was upset. But I didn’t care. So I lifted my hand and put up my middle finger. I hope he got the message.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” Her voice made me want to die right then and there. Jules came out of nowhere attempting to be Elliot’s knight in shining armour. She was the epitome of embarrassment at this point. She stood tall in front of me awaiting a reaction.

The room feel silent. The music being the only sound.

I looked up at her with only my eyes. Keeping my head lodged straight. I felt nothing. I felt nothing from stopping me from knocking her out. For punishing her for putting me through nights of crying on my mothers lap like a sad puppy, nights of wishing I could remove me face and replace it with hers, nights that I should’ve spend with him.

Violence would not be a good way to go as I would probably get way to embarrassed and end up feeling way, way worse. So I took the drink from my hands and threw it in her face, it wasn’t the punishment she deserved. If it was legal I’d have her head on a wooden block; id have guards escorting me to my palace where I would sit in my throne and replay the moment in my head time and time again.

I wished she was Anne Boleyn.

As I did this, I saw Elliot leave. As if he didn’t want to be accused as the person responsible for the tension between me and the girl. I walked out to follow him. To get the last word. To let him know that he means nothing to me anymore.

I stood on the stairs next to where he was stood, smoking.

“Your girlfriends in there you know.” I said.

“She’ll never be my girlfriend.” He replied.

I wanted to say “I know”, I wanted to say, “she can never compare to what you had” but I didn’t. I laughed. I laughed a stood up. Standing directly in front of the 6’0 ft man. I laughed again. I kicked him right in his crotch, a grunt followed by a wince of pain escape his lips.

That was when I realised that it’s more fun to play the villain in any situation. Whether it be bad or good, accident or purpose, your fault or theirs.

I realised I’d rather play Henry VIII, than his estranged, unfaithful wife.

─ in the night.

premise: while high, you and elliot had an amazing idea.

pairing: elliot x f!reader.

warnings: being recorded. unprotected sex. creampie. dom!elliot sub!reader. degradation. oral sex (m!receiving). squirting. facial. and more idk, just smut.

word count: 1,285.

A/N: this was wild oh my god, not proofread.

you giggled to yourself while you walked around elliot’s room, trying to find his old camcorder. you both were laying on his bed when you suggested the idea, your boyfriend slowly turned his head to you and smiled at your idea.

“i found it” you said while closing his desk’s drawer, walking on his direction and handing it to him with a small smirk on your face, already feeling excited about what was going to happen.

you took off your tank top and pants while waiting for your boyfriend to give you an instruction, leaving you only with a pink lace bra and thong, you could barely hear the small whimper that left elliot’s lips, and before you knew it the viewfinder was portraying your silhouette.

he grabbed a bundle of your hair and yanked you to your knees. he yanked your head back so you could look up to him. he didn’t indicate you to do anything, but the sound of him urgently undoing his pants told you enough.

“open wide, doll.” he demanded.

you opened your mouth and sticked your tongue out, he lowered your head and shoved his dick into your mouth, making you gag as you adjusted to his already urgent thrusts in your mouth.

he didn’t give you a second to catch your breath between thrusts, you made little sounds, whimpers and barely audible moans left your mouth as he fucked his dick on your throat, you looked up at him and saw the disapproval on his face as he watched you take his dick.

“don’t be shy.” he said stroking your cheek. “let the camera hear you.” he continued while he kept thrusting in your mouth.

you played up your moans so he could hear just how much you enjoyed having his dick in your mouth, gagging every time his tip reached your throat.

you watched him change the camera angle, your throat getting on the frame, portraying the outline of his thick dick moving in and out, tears threatening to leave your eyes as you moaned loudly around him.

he returned the camera to your face, letting you see how you looked, how much you were actually drooling and how watery your eyes looked.

“do you like chocking on my dick, doll?” he asked.

you moaned a “yes”, he yanked your hair to get your mouth off his dick, making you moan as you looked up to the camera.

he angled the camera down to focus on the saliva on your breasts, his free hand moving to your bra, playing with the straps of it, letting them fall off your shoulders.

“take it off” he said while his hand cupped one of your breast, squeezing it softly for the camera.

you didn’t hesitate, immediately unhooking your bra and throwing it to the side, elliot never taking the camera out of your breasts.

“spit on them baby, come on” he encouraged while he moved his hand to his dick, stroking it slowly, you cupped your breasts and spit in the crease between them, looking right into his eyes as you messaged your saliva all over them.

“can you tell the camera what i’m gonna do?” he asked mockingly, you smiled at him before you answered.

“fuck my tits” you answered, and he responded by sliding his dick in between your breasts, you bounced on your knees so you could help the stimulation.

he angled the camera in a way that now your face and tits were on the frame, definitely a sight for sore eyes, the camera captured the way your eyes never left his face, looking directly at him while he moaned your name.

his movements became erratic, you knew he was close so you started moving faster, suffocating his dick in between your breasts, and in a matter of seconds you felt how his warm cum painted your skin, some of it reaching your face.

two of your fingers collected his cum, and guided them to your lips, tasting him while you looked right into the camera.

he stepped out of his pants and underwear, helping you to your feet and handing you the camera, ordering you to lay your body on his soft mattress, the camera captured his movements.

he started to kiss down your body, his hands squeezing your tits while he licked the sticky white liquid out of your skin, making you moan loudly, he continued kissing down your stomach and thighs and finally reaching your sopping cunt.

“jesus babe, so wet you got your underwear all wet too” he rubs your clit through the thin material of your thong, he grabs the camera, getting a close up of your drenched core, he pulls down your underwear spreading your legs further so he can get a good view of you pussy.

he shows the camera your wet folds, his fingers move through your folds making you squirm. you take the phone from him as he does down on you licking your clit slowly and teasingly, his finges finding his wat through your walls, fingering you while he tasted you.

the camera picks up your sweet moans and whimpers. “oh baby, it feels so good” you moan. he kept stimulating you, one of his hands pushing down your belly, he wanted you to squirt on him. “fuck right there” grabbing his hair, pulling on it.

your legs throbbed while you came, soaking his sheets, his shirt and his face, a good part of your release going into his mouth, he took the camera out of your shaking hands and placed it on the nightstand, the camera was able to capture every single part of your bodies.

he took off his soaking shirt, your hands went to your breasts, playing with them as you waited for him. “so good, pretty boy” you compliment him. he smiled at you, kissing your lips before starting to tease your entrance with his dick. “i just want to be inside you” he said, he took the camera once again, showing the camera how he thrusted his dick inside of you, taking him completely.

the camera shows his perspective, slow and sensual, his dick sliding in and out of your walls, your manicured hands holding your bouncing tits, his free hand massaging your aching clit while you both moaned loudly.

“fuck” you whimpered. “so good” you cried while he moved faster, seeking his release and yours, he moved his fingers faster on your clit, making you moan louder, your hands living your tits, letting the bounce free for the camera.

“you feel so good, shit” he groaned, your walls squeezing him, the sound of the skin clapping filling the room along with your moans.

“i’m so close” you moaned, your voice shaky, his thrusts getting sloppier. “fucking me so good baby” you praised.

“yeah? it feels good?” he asked, his free hand going to your breasts, massaging one of them, making your nipples get harder on his palm.

“so good, so good” you repeated, you could taste your orgasm, your walls milking his cock, making him moan your name.

“cum with me, doll. wanna feel you” he moaned and you cried out, your thighs trembling around his hips while you came, moans and whimpers leaving your swollen lips, triggering elliot’s orgasm. “god, f-fuck.” he groaned and thrusted his hips all the way into you, spurting his cum deep on your cunt, shaky breaths left both of your lips while you traveled down your highs.

you blowed a kiss towards the camera and he stopped recording, carefully placing the camera on the bed, taking your body on his arms so he could cuddle you, his dick still resting inside your sticky walls.

masterlist.

A Metaphor for Fidelity.

i’m back.. my first post did so wel i’m going greatful for all the support i love you all!!!

Elliot x reader, 18+

this is sad lol, I wanted to do something completely different to my first fic I posted so here u go🥲 ITS ALSO RLLY SHORT IM SO SORRY XXXX

“Fuck baby, doing so fucking well.”

His moans sounded like a piano to me. A melody that flowed so effortlessly and with such ease that it was simply intoxicating. His words kept me going, praises coming out from the confines of his lips every second that his mouth was not busy on mine.

These praises made me go just that bit harder, bouncing on his lap while he filled me up. My fingers found his hair and pulled his neck backwards to expose the empty flesh that I would soon go on to claim with my marks. Sex with Elliot is indescribable. He knows what to do. He knows how to make me squirm, but he also knows how to make me relax. He has the ability to make me beg for more, even when my body has been pushed to its absolute limit; he is something else all together.

And then, when I can feel the elastic string in my stomach slowly reaching its breaking point, I go faster. Running my hands seductivly down my stomach, grasping my breast on the way to my clit. Tracing harsh circles, it was the thing that brought me to the near edge. I was so close, so near my optimum pleasure. So close when..

“Oh god, fuck, Jules.”

It didn’t even register at first. So I kept going until I was done. Thinking back on my actions I was an idiot for blocking it out. It was only until I saw his face while holding myself up on his shoulders that it fully clicked what he had just done.

My face dropped first, then my heart. The feeling was new, it wasn’t anger or jealousy. It wasn’t sadness either. Making my way off of the man I can’t believe that I had actually slept with, I rushed to put on my clothes. Taking extra effort to blank out the noises surrounding me. A blur of ‘baby please’ and ‘wait, let me explain’ is all I was able to catch during his shitty attempt at making the situation any less embarrassing.

He grabbed my face and that’s when I lost it. The thing is, that I didn’t know how he wanted me to react. “Don’t you fucking touch me.” Was all I managed to say before I just starting balling. All of my emotions pouring out in the form of small droplets of water. The water on my chin failing to fall down and instead sliding down along the hickeys on my neck; the irony of the tears he caused aligning with the pleasure he once placed upon my skin.

My mind begged the question, did he sleep with her? Was he thinking of Jules while inside of me? But my heart begged me to leave. To place a bandage over my valves and arteries to prevent any further damage. I have always been a more logical girl.

“Have you had sex with her?”

Moments pass and the only thing that could be a kind of considered an answer to my question was a man I front of my lowering to his knees, hugging my thighs and saying sorry. I had never been cheated on. I didn’t know how people owned up to their sins. Reflecting on this experience I should’ve known what had happened by his whole show he put on. However, I had to get the verbal clarification I needed, I needed proof that I wasn’t going crazy.

“Answer my fucking question Elliot, I swear to g-“

“Yes.”

I released the breath I held in my chest and started to leave. My chest rising and falling at the same rate that my feet were walking. I swiped my phone and my keys off of his night stand, purposefully knocking over an full ashtray while I was at it, and swore to myself I would never step foot in his room again. I refuse to be treated like this.

He trailed after me like a lost puppy. Burying his face in his palms. I ignored every word he had said, none of them meaning anything to me anymore.

When discussing the touchy subject of infidelity, I believe that it should be brought up more that the culprit will always be caught at a time they are least expecting it. That there might not be a day that it all ‘just clicks’, that sometimes it’s a shock to your entire system that someone so in love with you would decide that you are not enough. That their greed is more important than your being. It’s infuriating.

Getting home was not a time a recall. I don’t remember leaving his house, I don’t remember entering mine, and I certainly don’t remember texting Jules. Not that it was anything bad, if my mind was alive and in the state it is now in I think I would’ve done the same.

To ‘Jules’ : whore

Hey Mama

***gif not mine***

I formatted this all on mobile at 2:30 in the morning so yea, it’s gonna look rough and there’s no way to do read more on mobile 🙄 BUT I wanted to get this out to yall~!

Characters: Rio x Reader! Pregnant

Summary: Several months ago you put three bullets into Rio. He disappeared and you had lived your life assuming he was dead. Now he’s back, alive & well but his plans for revenge are gonna have to be put on hold because you’re pregnant. Based on this anonymous request*

Word Count: 2,736 words

Warnings: Pregnant! Reader, mentions of pregnancy sex. This writing is definitely lighter on the smut than my other stuff. It just didn’t flow well to have it be uber sexual~!

Tag List: @yourwonkywriter ​ / @ughdontbeboring ​ / @that-chick212

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Hi Daisy. I hope you had a great day. I’m sorry, I know that requests are closed so I’m sending this for later (i hope that’s okay. I just didn’t want to forget)

But I saw this tweet and it made me think about Rio telling his wife “no” just once, and then she gets all petty, doing everything herself even the little things he do for her like him stopping by her fav bakery to get her some treats because she asked him to. Or even taking her car to get oiled and washed herself when he’s the one who usually do it. Lol like how dare you say no to me after all these years of spoiling me. So you know what? I’ll do everything myself. And maybe Rio gets annoyed because he likes doing things for her & now she’s not even giving him the chance to do that. Only if you want to write it. Thanks either way❤️ you better be drinking your water!

Hey, I hope you've had a great one as well! Requests have been open, I just thought I edited the description so I'm sorry! Also I just got a new water bottle so best believe!! 💛

word count ♡ 727

summary ♡ Rio finally tells reader "no" which is completely foreign to her.

situation ♡ fluffy-ish

warnings ♡ cursing

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Perks of having Rio as your man, you got everything you wanted; some things you didn’t even know that you wanted. Money to get your hair done? No issues. Weird craving in the middle of the night? He was grabbing his keys, no questions asked.

He was never too tired, and because you always reciprocated the energy, he’d do anything for you until...

“Nah.” Rio told you. It was like a movie scene, the record scratch and multiple cars screeching to a halt.

No? You didn’t know that word. It was not in your vocabulary nor in your mental dictionary.

“What?” You gave him a puzzled look.

“I said no.” He repeatedly, nonchalantly continuing to text his coworkers on his phone.

“Excuse me?” You had to repeat again as if you didn’t hear him the first two times.

“Y/N. We’re not getting a dog.” He said.

You didn’t know what to do with this information. It was so foreign to you. It almost hurt your feelings.

“But...why?” You gave him the most sorrowful look that he chuckled at.

“We already have Marcus running around here crazy, ain’t that enough?” He shrugged.

“So, you’re really saying no?” You asked again as if you didn’t know the answer.

“That’s what I said.” He smirked, thinking of how cute you were when you were upset.

“Bet.” You said, turning on your heels with an attitude. Since he wanted to tell you no, you were just going to do everything yourself from now on.

Was it petty and were you throwing a tantrum? Yes. Did you care? Nope.

“Did you get the oil changed? Why didn’t you ask me to go get it done for you?” Rio asked you the next day.

“I thought you were gonna say no.” You shrugged. He smirked, realizing you were still upset from the day before.

“You hungry?” He asked, pressing a kiss against your cheek. You leaned away from him to prevent his second kiss.

“I got it covered. Didn’t want you to say no to what I wanted to eat.” You continued scrolling on your phone.

He laughed under his breath. “You still mad I won’t let you get a dog?” He asked, wrapping his arms around you from behind.

“Depends, can we get a dog?” You side eyed him.

“Nah.” He said again and you pushed him off.

“Then I’m mad.” You rolled your eyes and walked away.

He laughed completely this time. “You’re dramatic, mama.”

“It’s okay, I’ll just go fuck myself. No biggie!” You said without turning around.

He brushed it off, figuring you’d get over it soon until anything he tried to do for you, you had already done it.

He loved doing everything for you, getting the car washed, and picking up your favorite snacks or foods. Once you continued doing it all on your own, he started to feel some type of way.

He knew what he had to do although he had already made up his mind it was never going to happen but here he was looking at the puppy he just adopted sitting in the backseat of his car.

He probably stood there for a good 5 minutes calculating how much he really loved you that he got you a puppy.

He finally got his phone out, texting you to come outside. He watched you slowly make your way over to him, arms folded with the same attitude for the past couple of days.

“Would you quit?” He asked, unfolding your arms and holding your hands. You rolled your eyes. “Can I just go back inside?”

He smirked. “Nah, I wanted to show you something.” He said, dragging it out.

“Is it half a million?” You asked.

“I gave you that already. Look in the back.” He nodded his head towards the car.

You opened the car door with a sigh until you saw the exact puppy you wanted from the shelter.

Rio immediately covered his ears once you shrieked with excitement.

“A puppy! Oh, you’re so cute. Come here, baby.” You picked him up.

You cradled him, running your hands through his fluffiness. “I love you already. You’re so cute, and soft, and sweet...” You went on and on, carrying him back to the house completely forgetting about Rio.

He followed after, realizing that you won yet again.

“You’re so damn spoiled!”

ANGEL

summary: elliot realises he has feelings for you after he gets jealous and causes a scene at a party.

fandom: euphoria

parings: elliot x f reader

warnings: swearing, violence, blood

You thrived in the atmosphere of a party. You were intoxicated on the energy, not even needing alcohol or drugs to feel euphoric. The loud music, happy faces, dancing bodies, everything about a party made you happy.

Elliot was always accompanying you to whatever parties you wanted to go to. He felt a certain need to protect you, watching you like a hawk from the sidelines of every party you attended together. He felt at ease as you danced with your friend Kat and looked away to have a proper conversation with Rue.

“I’m gunna go get another drink!” Kat yelled over the blaring music. You nodded continuing to sway your body to the beat as she walked off, leaving you alone on the dance floor.

But you weren’t alone for long, a guy who you recognised from school came up behind you, hands holding your hips. You leaned into him with a smile, your bodies moving in sync.

“Damn. Look at Y/N, didn’t know she could move like that,” Rue laughed.

Elliot’s eyes snapped over to you and he swore he saw red. Watching you dance with whoever the hell you were dancing with. His hands touching your body. His eyes narrowed at the scene, from the smile in your face he could tell you we’re actually enjoying it.

“Fuck this,” Elliot said, pushing himself off the wall and stalking over to you.

It all happened so fast, the guy you were dancing with being pushed to the floor, Elliot punching the shit out of him until his knuckles were red, the guy got a few punches in too, making Elliot’s nose bleed.

“Elliot!” You gasped, pulling your friend away from the boy. “Elliot, stop. What the hell?!” You yelled, worry clear in your eyes as a crowd of people swarmed around the fight. “Come on,” you said, grabbing his hand and leading him away from the ground.

You dragged him to the bathroom and locked the door. “Sit,” you ordered and he listened to your instruction, sitting down on the edge of the tub. You grabbed some tissue paper, holding it against his bleeding nose. “Keep pressure on it,” you said, snatching a clean towel from the rack and wetting it with warm water.

“I’m sorry,” Elliot said, realisation hitting him in the face. He had feelings for you, strong feelings. He wanted you all to himself.

You sighed, glancing over at him. “It’s fine, but why did you do it? He wasn’t hurting me,” you said.

“He was all over you, fucking freak,” Elliot said, anger rising once more at the mere memory. “And you were enjoying it!”

You screwed your face up. “So? I was just dancing,” you replied, taking the bloody tissue from his face and throwing it in the trash. You grabbed the wet towel, cleaning the blood from his face.

“I don’t like it when you dance like that with other people,” Elliot said, tilting his head so you could clean him up.

“I don’t like you getting into fights with people,” you replied. “What’s the problem anyway Elliot? We aren’t dating,” you said, moving the now bloody towel from his face and throwing it into the tub.

He looked down at his hands and you sighed, wrapping your arms around him, shaking your fingers through his hair. Elliot melted into your touch, resting his head against your stomach.

“I’m sorry Elly, but i’m allowed to dance with whoever I want. It’s not your place to punch a guy who takes interest in me if we aren’t dating,” you said. He closed his eyes, humming at your words. “Talk to me,” you said.

“What if I want to date you?” He mumbled.

You thought you had heard him incorrectly. “What?” You said, eyebrows knitted together.

“I said what if I want to date you?” He repeated, looking up at you.

“Why would you want that?” You laughed, nervously, removing your hands from his hair.

“Because you’re an angel, Y/N. You’re everything I could ever want in a woman,” he said. “You’re beautiful and you care for me, which is something that not a lot of people do.”

You smiled at his words. “Of course I care for you Elliot, you mean the world to me,” you said, sitting next to him on the tub. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer to him.

“I want you to be my girl, Y/N. Wanna protect you and hold you close at night, show you off to the world, introduce you to everyone I meet as my girlfriend,” Elliot said. “And actually have a justifiable reason to punch guys in the face when they touch you.”

You felt your skin heat up, your smile completely uncontrollable. “You’re so sweet, Elliot,” you said, resting a hand on his thigh.

“So? What do you say?” He asked. “Wanna be my girlfriend?”

You leaned over, pressing a firm kiss against his lips, something you had wanted to do for a while now. “Yes Elliot, I wanna be your girlfriend,” you said.

He grinned, holding both your cheeks and kissing you again.

Mama || Leticia "Letty" Cruz

(GIF: @angels-reyes)

A/N: This was created because I've seen some speculation that Letty may not make it to the end of Season 3 (😭🥺). My mind needed something fluffy to combat this and so this piece came about. Apologises for grammatical errors and please let me know if the Spanish translation needs correcting.

Characters/Pairing(s): Letty x Reader (mother-daughter relationship) ▪︎ Coco x Reader (mention) ☆ Mayans MC (brief mention) ▪︎ OCs (receptionist, mother and son duo) 

Summary: Just a mother protecting her daughter. 

Warnings: brief mention of altercation (male and female), description of injuries, fluff, language, nicknames, painkillers (reference to injury) 

Word Count: 1755

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(Y/N) couldn't believe how busy the roads leading to the local high school were. It was a Wednesday, a little after ten and the streets were just packed with cars. She thought it was ridiculous considering people were usually at their jobs and children were in their age appropriate schools. There was no reason for people to be out and about. 

"The light's been green for five seconds!" she yelled and honked her horn, "move!" The driver in front gave her the finger before taking off, "you're so fucking lucky I've got somewhere to be, asshole!" she called out as she drove in the opposite direction. 

When her phone rang during her break, the last person (Y/N) expected to hear from was the receptionist for Santo Padre High School. According to the woman, Leticia (Letty as she was mostly referred to) had been in an altercation with another student and her parents or caregivers were requested to come and meet with the principal. Rachel, the receptionist, mentioned trying to reach her father but going straight to voicemail. With (Y/N) being listed as an emergency contact she was called. 

(Y/N) immediately asked about Letty, but was told that specific details couldn't be discussed over the phone. She found that odd, but accepted it (for the time being) and informed Rachel that she would be there as quickly as she could. After hanging up, she grabbed her belongings and told her manager she had a family emergency to attend to. She was cleared and (Y/N) informed him that she would be taking a week off as well and would keep them updated on her situation. 

From the moment she received the call to the time she pulled up in front of the high school, her thoughts revolved around Letty. Being with Coco for several years allowed (Y/N) to gain some insight to the type of life he had been subjected to. Through a lot of tears, constant reassurance and love (Y/N) was able to break through his tough exterior and get him to believe she was in it for the long haul. When (Y/N) was told by him about his daughter being in a similar environment to what he was in growing up, she demanded him to bring her home.

The second she laid eyes on Letty she saw Coco's features and personality shine through. (Y/N) didn't expect the teenager to respect or trust her right off the bat, but she made sure to let her know that she was here if she needed someone to talk to and gave her space. With every door slam, harsh comment and glare sent her way, (Y/N) continued being herself and showed Letty she wasn't a threat. It was challenging, especially when Coco left on runs, but she pushed through. Eventually the teenager began to accept her father's girlfriend without second guessing her. 

(Y/N) stepped into the main office and found a woman standing beside a teenage boy, who held some paper towels to his nose and had a couple of scratches on his face. She moved closer and realised the pair were towering over Letty who sat in the corner and was looking down at her lap. Clenching her jaw, she strode over to the trio. 

"Get the fuck away from my daughter!" she glared at the duo and turned around to Letty, who was now standing, "mi niña, are you okay?" she kissed her forehead and cupped her cheeks, "Leticia?" 

The teenager nodded, "uh… y-yeah, I'm fine," she went to move (Y/N)'s hands but winced, "completely fine." 

(Y/N)'s eyes widened at the state of Letty's hands. They were most likely bruised and what shocked her even more was that there was no ice-pack beside her seat. The boy clearly had been given assistance, but her baby girl hadn't and that pissed her off.

"Rachel!" she called out and a woman appeared around the corner, "you're the one who called me right?" 

"Yes." 

"And, you said you couldn't go over specific details of what happened over the phone?" 

"That's correct." 

(Y/N) nodded and gestured towards Letty's hands, "well I'm here now and would like an explanation on why my daughter hasn't been treated and that young man has?" When the mother tried to give a reason, she raised a hand in her face, "this doesn't concern you, this conversation is between Rachel and I." 

Rachel gulped and could feel the anger radiating off of (Y/N), "well… uh, he was bleeding and –"

"Were there other staff members present?" she asked and when she was given a nod, she continued, "why couldn't they have provided medical assistance to my daughter?" 

"She… didn't tell us she was hurt, ma'am, she said she was fine so –"

"Bitch do her hands look fine to you?" 

The mother scoffed, "at least we know where your daughter gets her attitude from." 

(Y/N) turned to her, "shut up, nobody asked for your ass to speak," she gestured towards her son, "the reason your son's looking like a fucked up tomato is completely justified I can vouch for that." 

"Are you kidding me?" She shrieked and pointed to his face, "he's most likely got a broken nose and there's scratches on his face!"

"Exactly, be glad my daughter didn't have a screwdriver on her." (Y/N) replied and almost laughed at the disbelief on the woman's face, "your son deserved every scratch, bruise and possible broken bone."

"Excuse me!?" 

(Y/N) ignored her and turned back around to face Rachel, "Letty and I will be leaving now."

"Mrs Fraser hasn't seen –" 

"My main concern right now is my daughter's well-being," she told her, "and you've got my details on file so I'm sure Mrs Fraser can contact me at a later date." 

Rachel spoke again, "please if you'd just –"

"No." 

(Y/N) picked up Letty's bag and walked over to the desk, with Letty trailing behind her. She quickly signed out on the tablet and the pair walked out of the building. Reaching her car, (Y/N) unlocked it and helped Letty into the passenger seat. Closing her door, she rushed to the driver's side and got in. 

She helped Letty buckle up, before buckling herself in, "everything okay, sweets?" 

"Yeah… uh, thanks." was the response she received, before she started up the car and pulled out of the school parking lot while explaining where they were off to next. 

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"He's always talking shit," Letty explained to (Y/N) about the guy in the office, "it was about time someone shut him up." 

"And you were the person to do so?" 

She shrugged her shoulders, "he ran his mouth and then touched me, so I beat his ass." 

"Two for one special?" 

"Pretty much." 

(Y/N) chuckled, "when your hands heal up, we'll ask one of the guys to teach you a few moves in the ring, thankfully your hands are just bruised and not broken." 

"They still hurt like a bitch." 

"You've got another two hours before you can drink some more painkillers." 

"What would've happened if Coco answered the phone?" Letty questioned.

(Y/N) shook her head, "honey, I don't even think I wanna know what would've happened," she noticed the teen wince, "are you okay?" 

"Yes." 

"Are you sure?"

She huffed, "I'm fine, okay? I was fine when you picked me up. I was fine when we went to the doctor's office. I was fine at the grocery store and I was fine the last time you asked me." 

(Y/N) nodded and pulled into their driveway, putting the car in park, "I'm not gonna apologise about asking how you're feeling. I'm just – I just want to make sure you're okay. But, now I'll stop because I can see I'm annoying you." 

"Yeah, you are." 

She chuckled, "okay, I'll stop, but you'll tell –" 

Letty sighed, "yes, I'll tell you. You really take this parenting thing seriously. I mean… you've been referring to me as your daughter all day and I–I'm not. But you defended me –" 

"And I always will." 

" – against Kyle, his mum and even the receptionist. I–I've never had that before. And, even at the doctor's office you made sure I was seen by a female because you knew it'd make me more comfortable." 

"Letty?" 

"You treat me like I'm yours and you called me your daughter and I… I don't know, I just," she took a deep breath, shook her head and looked out of the window.

(Y/N) waited for her to continue, but she didn't. Thinking back on today's events, she realised she had referred to Letty as her own. She had been doing it in her mind for so long and didn't realise she had said it out in the open. Letty had heard her reference and it seemed to make her uncomfortable and that was something she vowed she wouldn't do. 

"When I started dating your dad he told me about the kids he had. He told me that he wasn't involved in their lives because being away from them was for the best. I asked him what would happen if one day a kid reached out and his response was "if they do, they do. I ain't gonna turn them away", (Y/N) spoke up, "and then you reached out, sweetums. You reached out and your dad took that as a sign. From the moment you entered our lives, it's been a whirlwind of emotions. We're not this picture perfect family, but we're our own version. Despite being almost an adult, Coco still views you as his baby girl. And, honestly, I've been viewing you the same way."

Letty sniffed and looked up, "really?" 

"Absolutely, gorgeous. The moment you stepped through that door you became mine as well," (Y/N) pointed at the front door of their home, before turning to her, "but that doesn't matter if you're not okay with it. I'm not trying to force you to be –" 

"I'm Coco's daughter," she cut in and smiled at (Y/N), "and now I'm yours too." 

(Y/N) beamed with joy and unbuckled her seatbelt, and Letty's, reaching over the middle console to bring the teen into her arms. Letty wrapped her arms around (Y/N), breathing in her (scent). The woman chuckled and kissed her cheek, "I love you, baby girl." 

Letty pulled her closer, "I love you too, mama." 

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Spanish Translations: 

Mi niña - my girl / baby girl

hc for how poly!angel and coco would react to seeing reader out with a guy they don’t know? Reader and guy are sitting a little to close for their liking ofc she’s not cheating on them though.

This shit is so extra why would you trigger my overactive imagination like this lmao

They weren’t really going anywhere specific 

Just riding around town after getting the day off per Bishop

They would have rathered spend that free time with you of course, but you were busy with your own plans

And so they had decided to just chill and pass the time until you were done 

You had told them that you had to run some errands and then meet one of your girls to go shopping 

They had been cool with that, fine with you getting out and spending time with a friend 

They missed you, sure, but it was only for a few hours 

Then they would have you back to themselves 

So they made the best out of it, stopping at the taco truck for lunch and then wasting time

They’re going slow through town, no rush, and that probably why Coco notices you so easily

He smiles to himself, the way he always does whenever he puts his eyes on you 

He’s elbowing Angel who redirects his attention to where Coco is pointing

And Angel is getting that very same smile on his face too

They stop at the red light and watch you take a sip from your drink as you sit outside in the corner of the restaurant 

They’re both looking at you with the same love and affection that they always do 

But it fades away quickly as they watch some man come up to the table

Young, tattoos up and down along his arms

You standing and embracing him tightly 

The hug lasts a bit longer than either of them would like 

And they’re also not a fan of how he places his hand on the small of your back when you both go to sit down 

“Yo, who the fuck is that?”

Coco shrugs, not having an answer to Angel’s question 

“No fuckin’ clue.”

The light is green now but Coco is still at a standstill, someone beeping the horn from behind after a few seconds

He throws up his finger and then turns left instead of going straight to go home

Parking across the street in an empty spot along the curb where they can still see you 

The men are watching you like a hawk now as you take another sip of your drink, laughing and smiling with the mystery man that they already want to jump 

But it’s when he sits down and you scoot your chair closer to him that they really feel their blood pressure rising

“The fuck is she doing? I thought she said she was gonna be with one of her girls?”

Coco nods, taking a long drag from the cigarette between his fingers, his eyes not looking away from you despite Angel staring at the side of his face 

“She did say that.” 

“But now she’s here with some motherfucker getting lunch?”

Coco doesn’t respond to that, simply taking another drag 

Knowing that with his time as a sniper, he could absolutely make that shot from all the way over across the street

He forces down his blood thirst for the moment though and finally looks at Angel, nodding his head once in your direction 

“Call her. See what she says.” 

Angel doesn’t have to be told twice, pulling out his phone and calling you up, staring at you as it rings 

They both watch as you fish your phone out of your purse and look at the screen

You answer and despite Angel wanting to play it cool, he can’t 

“Hey. Where you at?”

“I’m at lunch with my friend.” 

He’s not a fan of the vagueness and looks over at Coco, lips pursed 

“Your homegirl that you were going shopping with?”

“Mhmm. I’ll be home soon.” 

Both men are fuming and they’re staring at each other, trying to figure out how to respond when you speak again 

“The foods coming so I gotta go. I’ll see you both when I get home ok? I love you.” 

Redirecting their eyes to you, they see that the food is in fact not there, because you haven’t even ordered yet

Coco is speaking up now, his voice low over the speaker

“Where you eating at? We’re gonna pull up.” 

Angel nods, both men hearing you stutter

“N-no, don’t bother, we just got quick appetizers, we’ll be done by the time you get here.” 

“That’s fine, we’ll just chill with you guys.” 

There’s silence on your end for a few seconds before you sigh, coming clean 

“I’m not with her. I’m with an old friend from high school, he works for a bike shop. I’m trying to get you two something for your bikes but you wanna be so damn nosy that I can’t even get around to showing him what I want to get you. So since you made me ruin the surprise, just bring your asses over so you can explain it to him and I don’t get the wrong thing.” 

They feel bad then, having trusted you but still being suspicious, and now ruining your surprise 

Angel sighs and rubs his face in embarrassment, handing the phone to Coco who apologizes for them both

“Our bad, mami. We just wanted to know what was going on.” 

You huff and they watch as you cross your arms like a brat, even the friend chucking at you

“We’ll be there soon.” 

“You don’t even know where I am, how do you know you’ll be here soon?”

He doesn’t answer you, simply tapping the horn and watching as you look up, eyes landing on the two trouble makers 

“You motherfu-” 

"Love you, bye.” 

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It’s California anon

How would bre’s boys react to you calling them but not being able to speak because you’re crying/being incoherent/panicking/upset?

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED, BUT THIS WAS TOO GOOD TO IGNORE!

tw: some mentions of violence, PTSD, implied panic attacks

Billy Russo: Instantly turns off his emotions and does whatever he can to get to you. He's ready for blood, whoever reduced you to such panicky tears would be meeting his knife. Billy wants it to be personal, he wants to make sure to look them in the eyes and watch the life drain from their eyes for hurting you. But more than that, he wants to comfort you. So he pushes his rage back once he gets to you and focuses instead on helping you feel better. He holds you while you cry and rubs your back until you're calm enough to speak. Once you are, he listens intently, and slowly, sneakily, lets his rage seep back in. Billy knows, as soon as he gets you settled, he'll be making a little trip tonight, and his knife is gonna be drenched in blood just like his shirt has been drenched in your tears. Then, he would clean himself up and cuddle you for the rest of the night while you sleep.

Logan Delos: Panics a bit with you. It takes him a moment to pull himself together, and once he does, he's cancelling meetings and blowing off calls so that he can stay on the phone with you until he can get to you. If he's out of town, then he'll send you a Delos Device and you two would talk damn near all day every day. Once he's back with you, though, Logan is treating you to a couple's spa retreat and lots and LOTS of soft, loving sex.

Jax Teller: His whole world stops. Jax's mind immediately goes to the worst, and he's calling your name over and over as he rushes to his bike. Poor Jax breaks all kinds of speed limits to get to you, and when he does, he crushes you to him. Jax will literally carry you to the couch and place you firmly on his lap, holding you and shushing you gently. Once you're coherent enough to speak, he listens without interruption, letting you vent all you want before offering his advice. Jax is all soft, loving biker with you, and when you fall asleep in his arms, he kisses your forehead before taking you to bed to rest. In the morning, you'd wake up to him wrapped around you and the smell of freshly brewed coffee in the air.

Coco Cruz: It has been years since Coco had an anxiety attack, but when he calls you and hears your shuddering cries, he has one again. He's so worried about you; Coco is so in love with you, so happy with you, he's sure something awful is going to happen that will take you away from him--he's afraid that awful thing has happened when he gets your call. Fortunately, he's able to compose himself quickly--quicker than ever, actually--and get to you. He keeps you on the phone the whole time he's on his way to you, his words rushed and encouraging. As soon as he has eyes on you, Coco is in caretaker mode. Honestly, he didn't even know he had it in him, but apparently, when it comes to you, he does. He holds and kisses you, soothing you with his touch and promises you that everything will be ok. And he means it, too. He'll do anything in his power to stop the tears and ensure that you never feel like this again.

Angel Reyes: At first, he tries to get you to talk. He calls your name over and over again, he asks what's wrong, but you just keep sobbing. His panic translates to anger, and then he's yelling, demanding to know what's wrong, where you are. He doesn't mean to be this way, he's just so worried, but when you just cry harder, he feels like a complete ass. So Angel apologizes profusely, explaining to you that he's just worried, that he hates the thought of you upset or hurt, and he just wants to help. "Please, let me help." And then you whisper your location, and he's on the way. When he gets his hands on you, Angel makes sure to hold you close. He keeps you by his side for the rest of the day, holding you and kissing you softly, and when you tell him what has you so upset, he's all ears, eager to help you find a solution, eager to see his pretty girl's perfect smile again.

Miguel Galindo: As you cry on the other line, Miguel listens while snapping his fingers at his staff, instructing them to go find you. His body is tense with worry as he stalks through his office and into the main house to find you. Once he does, Miguel is all yours. he drops to his knees on the floor beside you and gathers you in his arms, whispering how everything will be okay, and how he'll fix it for you, whatever it is. He takes his suit jacket off and drapes it around you, cocooning you in his scent and warmth and embrace. You two stay on the floor like that for as long as it takes for you to calm down. Then, he takes you to bed and orders the cook to make you a nice cup of tea while he tucks you in. Miguel will kiss your forehead and sit next to you, answering emails, while you drift off, his hand in yours.

Nick Amaro: Nick is used to having to deal with hysterical people through his job, but with you, it's different. With you, it's personal. And so when you call him and only get out his name before you start hyperventilating, it takes Nick a moment to do anything besides ask you what's wrong again and again. He has to calm himself down before calming you down, so he takes a few deep breaths, modeling it for you, until you're breathing with him. He asks you to pick out five things in the room, one for each sense, and then he has you pace, pacing with you on the other line. By the time you're able to tell him where you are, you've both calmed down considerably. Nick makes sure to stay on the line as he makes his way to you, and when he gets there, you greet him at the door, looking and feeling better already--not that that stops him from crushing you in his arms and babying you for the rest of the day.

Johnny Tuturro: It's like as soon as he hears you crying on the phone, he forgets your name. You are now "baby", and "baby" only. He says baby probably a good 50 times in the first 3 minutes of the call. Johnny hates when you cry, he hates that the world isn't always kind and sweet to his baby. He drops everything and goes to you, and when he sees you in such pain, tears prick at the corners of his eyes. Johnny is very soft with you, talking to you sweetly, touching you gently, gathering you in his arms and holding you, rocking you until your tears begin to dry. He's incredibly soft with you, telling you with no hesitation how much he loves you, how proud he is of you, how you make his life so much better just by existing. Once you stop shaking, he tells you little corny jokes that make you laugh, and every time you giggle, he kisses the corner of your mouth. He keeps you in his lap the rest of the day, and he whispers into your ear, "you're okay, baby, you're okay" until you start to believe him.

Rio: His entire demeanor changes when you call him crying. He barely even gives Mick an explanation before he's out the door and in his car. He doesn't want anyone to hear this conversation, to hear the panic at the edge of his voice as he tries to get you to talk to him. Rio's low, raspy voice fills your ear as he begs--BEGS--you to talk to him. "Mama, I can't help you if you don't tell me what's wrong, please, talk to me." But his words don't do anything but make you cry harder, so Rio switches tactics. Instead, he starts telling you about his day, telling you how beautiful you looked when he left you sleeping that morning, how annoying some of his dealers are, all the things he saw on his drive to the warehouse that reminded him of you. His rambling helps you refocus, and his voice brings you a sense of peace. You tell him where you are, and he rushes to you. He touches you carefully, as if you were made of glass, and wipes away the remnants of your tears. "I gotcha, ma... I'm here... I'm here."

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Stress and Secrets - Fezco x Reader

Summary - With everything playing around in Fezcos mind, he didn’t mean to take it out on you. You aren’t so innocent either as Ash makes a big discovery on what you’ve been hiding.

Words - 2k

Warnings - angst and a little bit of fluff

It’s funny how the world works. It’s funny how two people can fall in love at the most unexpected time. It’s like you pick your person and decide to let them in on your life. Love can make the weakest person strong and the strongest person weak. It just didn’t really make sense.

What did make sense was the love Fezco had for you. Yeah of course he loved Ash and his Grandma, but you. You were a whole different kind of love. Regardless of the time and situation, you were always on his mind.

After nearly 3 years of being with him, the love continued and there was no sign of it stopping. It was the typical ‘best friends since birth’ relationship at the start. Fez eventually sprouted enough confidence (and verbal abuse from his brother) to ask you out.

It was undoubtably going to happen. Everyone could see how your whole demeanour would change, the moment you and Fez were in the room together. Something that as kids, you two didn’t really understand the feeling of. But now the both of you had grown into young adults and were able to reciprocate your romantic feelings for one another.

The past few days had been rough. It was very rare that your relationship with Fez could be put on the line. However, with everything going on with his job and having to take care of all three people under his roof, his mood wasn’t exactly amazing. Neither was yours. You had been feeling sick and grumpy and the fact your boyfriend was low-key being an asshole, really wasn’t helping.

“It’s New Years Eve and you’re still sat there Ma? Come on, ion wanna keep Ash waiting.” Fez grumbled as you laid in your shared bed.

“I’m all ready to go, I just don’t feel good right now.” The washing machine affect going around in your stomach was in full swing.

“Yo I ain’t playin’, you was fine earlier, now let’s go.” Just like that he was out the room. You groaned, slowly sitting up. Grabbing your water from the side, you made your way to the living room.

Ash was setting all of the alarms on the house as nobody was gonna be home.

“You don’t look so good Y/N.” Ashtray’s eyes nearly fell out of his head when he saw how unwell you looked.

“Wouldn’t wanna keep your jackass brother waiting.” You muttered.

“The fuck is with yo attitude?” Fez snapped, not taking a second look before heading out towards the car.

“Ignore him, you good?” Ash pushed it further. You nodded your head, not wanting to turn the younger brother against his older brother. Now normally you and Fez would ride up front together, but today was obviously different. You said nothing as you sat in the back. You knew exactly what was going down tonight with your boyfriend and Nate Jacobs, but it wasn’t exactly something you hadn’t seen before.

The three of you arrived at the party and without giving Fez his usual kiss, you stormed away from him.

“What the fuck is up with you?” Ash turned to look at his brother.

“The fuck you mean?” Fez furrowed his eyebrows.

“That women right there is my fucking family to, you’ve been treating her like shit.” Ash muttered before heading into the party. Fez didn’t really understand what his brother was talking about. Had he really been an asshole to you? He had to quickly push those feelings back as he knew he had to prepare for what was to come this evening.

“Y/N the motherfucking party animal has arrived!” Maddy squealed, throwing her drunken arms around you.

“Hey girls.” You gently smiled, greeting them all with a hug each.

“You look like shit.” Rue said walking right past you.

“Thanks.” You said sarcastically as the other girls reassured you that you didn’t. Of course you felt like shit so you definitely looked like it.

“Y/N where’s your man? I need some shit to get me through tonight.” Cassie told you. Looking around you noticed he was on the sofa smoking a blunt.

“Over there.” You mumbled and the girls gave you an unconvinced look.

“Somethings happened between you two.” Maddy stated.

“Yeah but I couldn’t exactly tell you what. He’s just been off with me. I’ve been so sick for the past couple of days. No offence, I didn’t even wanna be here and he was just mad so I tagged along.” You opened up to her.

“You want some shots to get over it?” She smirked and you shook your head no.

“The fuck? Y/N what’s going on?” Kat asked, knowing you’d never turn down a good time.

“Honestly the thought of alcohol is making me wanna throw up.” Their jaws all dropped, but most of them were to drunk to drunk to really comprehend the conversation. The moment you turned your head, you noticed Lexi take a seat beside your boyfriend. Now you weren’t the jealous type of girlfriend but you sure as hell needed to keep a close eye on the situation.

After sober dancing with the girls, you noticed that Lexi was still sat over with Fez. They seemed very happy to be in each-others company. He seemed satisfied with what they were talking about.

“Whatever you do, don’t throw a hissy fit.” Kat told you.

“No fuck that, Y/N your man is down to talk to her but won’t talk to you? I’m sorry, but that’s a no in my books. Scratch her eyes out.” A drunken Maddy told you.

“She’s meant to be our friend, what could go wrong?” Kat said. Lexi left but was quickly back. You overheard Fez saying that she was the coolest person in the building and that’s when you had, had enough.

“She’s the coolest person you’ve talked to this whole year huh?” You questioned, arms crossed over your chest.

“No it’s nothing like that Y/N.” Lexi panicked, noticing the annoyance on your face.

“So if I turn my back right now and my boyfriend continued to flirt with you, you ain’t gonna give him yo number?” You snapped.

“Man fuck Y/N, calm yo ass down.” Fez snapped at you.

“And that’s why he’s talking to me right? Because you seem pretty aggravated and I sure as hell would not want to be in a relationship like that.” Lexi suddenly had a boost of confidence. Fez mentally cursed.

“Let me remind you who the fuck I am bitch. Don’t you ever disrespect me like that again. I can and will end you.” You got up close to her, despite her being sat awkwardly on the couch.

“Ayo Y/N, let it go, please.” Fez sternly begged. You scoffed at him.

“I’m so fucking done with how shit you’ve been treating me Fez.” You snapped.

“I give you a home, a bed, a place to eat and I’ve been treating you like shit? Lemme tell you Ma, I love you and only you, but you trippin. It’s just the alcohol talking.” Fez checked the time as if he didn’t care about what he was talking.

“Actually she hasn’t had one fucking drink tonight because your bitchass dragged her to a party knowing full well she was sick.” Kat appeared and then disappeared. Fezco’s whole demeanour changed as your face suddenly saddened.

“Be safe Fez, fuck knows what Lexi will do if you get hurt.” You frowned before walking away.

“Ma wait-“ But it was to late. You’d already headed out to the back-yard, where you were greeted with a bunch of drunken students, Ash selling drugs and a high as fuck Rue.

“Yo Y/N, we gotta go get the car started.” Ash called you over before you could even start a conversation with Rue. You walked to the side of him and took your seat in the car.

“Ion know if I’m trippin, but you look even worse now then what you did before we got here.” Ash admitted, looking at your through the rear-mirror.

“I can’t lie Ash, I’m starting to feel really light-headed right now.” Ash was majorly concerned.

“Don’t die on me please.” He said making you laugh slightly. The passenger side door soon opened and in came your bloody boyfriend. Ash was quick to hit the gas as you came away from the party.

“Ash please pull over.” You grumbled, knowing exactly what was about to come. Fez was about to complain but his brother did as you asked. You quickly exited the car and threw up all over the sidewalk.

“Jesus Y/N, fuck.” Fez was now more than concerned. Despite his bloody knuckles, he was quick to come around and rub your back.

“Don’t.” You groaned, feeling like this sickness wasn’t going to stop for a while. Your stubborn side was definitely visible now. After nearly 10 minutes, your sickness has managed to subdue and you got back in the car.

“Look baby-“ Fez began but you turned around so that you were facing out the window.

“Fucking asshole.” Ash muttered under his breath. Fez had a million things going around his mind and the last thing he’d be bothered about now was his brothers insults.

“You threw me under the bus back there Fezco.” You admitted. He turned slightly so he could see you.

“I give you a home, I give you a bed and a place to eat? Like for real, what the fuck?” You questioned. Ash was more than annoyed but chose not to get involved anymore.

“I was just angry Ma-“ He began.

“You don’t get to be angry at me Fezco, you don’t dare get to be angry at anything and take it out on me. You fucking promised me that 16 years ago.” Fez was at a loss for words. He remained silent for the rest of the journey. Calling him Fezco and not Fez or baby, really hit him hard.

“You hungry kid?” You asked Ash before he headed to bed.

“I think ima have the mac and cheese you cooked earlier.” He grabbed a bowl.

“I hope you’re okay.” He side hugged you like he usually does and headed to his bedroom, leaving just you and Fez.

“What’s really been on your mind huh? Because you also promised to tell me everything and lately you’ve told me jackshit.” You asked Fez whilst grabbing the first aid kit.

“I been under a lotta stress lately Ma.” Fez took a deep breath before continuing.

“What with Nate harassing everyone, mouse, grandma, keeping Ash in school, keeping you happy? I just been hella stressed.” He admitted whilst you wrapped his knuckles in bandages.

“You’ve been stressed but you’ve taken it out on me because?” You pushed it further.

“I ain’t arguing with you Y/N.” He started to walk away from you.

“Start talking to me then, because we get nowhere without communicating.” You followed him.

“I’ve had a stressful night, just drop it.”

“Fez just talk to me.” You demanded.

“I said fucking drop it Y/N.” Fez raised his voice and you were slightly taken back. You pursed your lips together and nodded your head. You’d had enough of it tonight. Fez immediately regretted it. He knew he should’ve just talked to you. He shouldn’t have taken it out on you.

“Y/N, baby wait.” The words you’d heard so often that night. You grabbed your keys and headed towards the door.

“I know we fighting but please don’t walk outta that door.” Fez watched your every move.

“I needed you, you know? These past few days, I’ve been feeling so sick and unwell, and you weren’t there. I tried talking to you. Fuck Fez, even when I was laying on the bed earlier. You were to busy thinking of knocking Nate Jacobs out to care about how I felt. I’m not a clingy girlfriend, but I just wanted some love.” Tears we’re forming in your eyes and Fez could’ve sworn his heart had broken.

“I’m here now Ma, I’m sorry.” He apologised honestly. Without either of you knowing, Ash had stayed awake. Noticing he was behind his brother, he looked you dead in the eye.

“Y/N are you pregnant?” Ash asked, and when you looked down, he had the three positive pregnancy tests in his hand.

Cassie: “Just take it one day at a time 😌”

Rue: “Cassie, how long have you been FUCKING Nate Jacobs?”

Me:

Totally not simping.... Maybe

Summary: requested by @husherstan

heya, imagine where the reader is playing w the gang but she doesn't know who they are (only Bretman bc frieeeeends). Everyone was waiting for her reaction about Corpse's voice but shes like "hi Corpse, nice to meet you too☺💖💞" in a calm and polite way. Thinking the mic was mute and talking w fans on her stream she says "OH MY GOSH GUYS HE IS THE DEEP DADDY??? (icon Jason) I need help, please. Someone can call the police? Brooklyn 99?... Or... my future husband cOrPsE". Pls plssss, just him flirting while play and being cute and hot as hell or more. Just if you want💖💖💖 I love ur stuff

Warning: fluff

Word count: 700+

Pairing: Corpse husband x reader

Request for Corpse open! No smuts! Masterlist coming soon!

Please don't post any of my content anywhere else without my permission. Comment and reblogs welcome!

The lobby filled with Hello's as people entered to play. You only knew Bretmam because you're his close friend but the others not so much. Bretmam of course told you who they were just in case you needed them in any way. You thought it was quite silly how you didn't know half of them even though you were a gamer yourself. But you're sure you got their names down. There was just one person you didn't know because he was faceless. Bretmam said his name was Corpse and he'll introduce him to you when he enters. 

"Guys let me introduce you to my friends y/n," Bretmam started. "She's going to be playing with us today." Bretmam said out loud for everyone to hear. You Mumbled a little hello which they replied back saying the same and how cute you sounded. You chuckled softly getting all flustered. 

Bretmam went back to chatting while you stayed quiet. It was only a few minutes later that Bretmam gasped. "Oh my God Corpse you're here. Oh say hi to my friend y/n, she's playing with us." 

You noticed the little black character running around your character and you didn't think much of it until he spoke. "Whaddup baby." his voice was deep, so deep that ran down your spine. You breathed in trying to not go crazy at how deep it was in front of him. "Hello Corpse, nice to meet you."

Everyone in the lobby was shocked at how calm you were.

 "Wow that was a first. No one is ever that calm when they hear Corpse." Rae said. You chuckled softly. Corpse thought your laugh was the cutest thing ever so he smiled. 

Before the game started you needed to tell your chat how fucking deep his voice was.

"OH MY GOSH GUYS HE IS THE DEEP DADDY??? I need help, please. Someone can call the police? Brooklyn 99?... Or... my future husband cOrPsE." You said into the microphone. What you didn't notice was that you weren't muted from the rest of the players and they heard you.

"Oh my God guys y/n is totally simping right now." Bretmam said followed by a chuckle. You gasped, your hand clasping over your mouth as you noticed you weren't muted. "Oh my gosh!"

Everyone in the lobby laughed including Corpse. You were so embarrassed but it didn't stop you from laughing yourself. "I'm so bad at keeping a secret." You said through your laughs. 

"Don't worry y/n, Your voice is cute too." You didn't think it was possible but his voice got deeper than before. It made you flustered but you still managed to Mumble a thank you.

-

The game started shortly after. You ran your separate way while the others did the same, trying to get away from the unknown imposter. Unknowingly to you Corpse was one of the imposters. He was very good at hiding that he was one too. When he found you all by yourself in medbay he smiled.

"Hi y/n." 

You yourself smiled too, "hi Corpse. Uh are you the imposter?" You made your little character run around his as you waited for an answer.

"Uh I don't know. Maybe if you tell me straight up that my voice is nice then I'll tell you." You scoffed playfully as your mouth fell open "uh no."

Corpse laughed, "come on doll tell me." 

At the name doll you literally almost died. You had to take a few Sharp breaths before you said something. "Uh…. Uh no…. I.. I don't want to." You stumbled over your words as you started to get flustered again. Corpse laughed, he knew what he was doing. "Well okay then."

With that Corpse killed you. Your mouth fell open as you looked at your chat. They could see how Corpse was making you flustered and how it was working. You laughed softly loudly, "I can't believe the crazy, hot son of a gun."

Through the rest of the game Corpse didn't stop making you flustered. He called you lots of pet names, talked in such a soft but hot voice, and made your face heat up a million ways than one. You hated him for that but gosh you were totally simping for him because of it.

*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*

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Just friends (part 2) | Fezco x Reader

Summary: You ask Fez to take your virginity

Pairing: Fezco x Reader

Word count: 0.7k

Warning: nudity, first time, drug use (idk what to add)

Note: thank you to @fezcossidepiece for finding the song

Part 1 | Part 3 (coming soon)

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On Friday, you and the girls went bowling. Neither of you were good at bowling, but Kat needed an excuse to not see Ethan, so it was perfect.

It was Cassie’s turn to roll her ball, so Maddy and Kat took turns asking you questions. You knew they would after you’d break the big news to them.

“Did you orgasm?”

“It was her first time. That’s unlikely,” Kat said.

To their surprise, you hummed.

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Just friends (part 1) |  Fezco x Reader

Summary: You ask Fez to take your virginity

Pairing: Fezco x Reader

Word count: 1k

Prompt: reader asks fez to take her virginity?

Warning: nudity, first time (idk what to add)

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The first time it happened, you were the one to bring it up.

Being a virgin at seventeen sucked. All of your friends were talking about their experiences, comparing and discussing their sexual activities, but you were always left out. You weren’t a complete virgin though. You had done stuff with boys, but your cherry still hadn’t been popped and you were tired of not knowing what they were talking about. You wanted to be part of the conversation.

After listening to Maddy bragging about Nate’s big dick and how deep and hard and fast he pounded into her last night, you picked up your phone and sent a message to the first person who came to mind.

9:30pm [To: Fez] Will you take my virginity?

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Monsters, Love and Family pt. 2

Imagine that when you find safety at the Avengers compound and are all settled in, Joel admits that he might know of another colony in need of rescuing.

Words: 6.9K Author’s Note: I had no idea I was even going to write a part 2 until I finished the first part of this -_- So as for the Marvel universe, let’s just pretend Vision was never made. There are A LOT of characters, so I will do my best to keep the conversations short-ish and concentrate mostly on YN and/or Joel.

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Monsters, Love and Family pt. 1

Imagine that the boy you’ve been talking to for years over a radio sacrifices everything to meet you for the first time ever.

Words: 7.4K Author’s Note: So I finally watched Love and Monsters, and I fell in love! I couldn’t get this idea out of my head, so enjoy this LaM/Marvel crossover.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, @santacarlahorrorshow​ :)

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Alive Together - Day 1

Summary: Welcome to the Monsterpocalypse. You’re a lone wanderer trying to survive. Until you meet Joel Dawson and Boy.

WC: 4k

Tag/Warnings: light themes of death and grief?? Cursing but minimal. Slow burn. Enemies to friends to lovers?

AN: MEET CUTE? NO. MEET UGLY.

(Entry 2#3#)

Hungry. I have nothing else to report today except that I, (Your Name), am starving. Grilled spiders and roasted centipedes are starting to get old.

I’ve mentioned it before and I’ll do it again, but I miss home cooked meals. Even Dad’s shoddy attempts at recreating Mom’s recipes. The last time I think was… nevermind.

It hurts; I barely remember the last time I had dinner with Dad, much less Mom, flashes of the memories I have left blurring. Probably from the tears. I used to cry at the slightest thought of Mom and then Dad. Now my heart clenches whenever I try because I shouldn’t have to try to remember my own family. Believe it or not, it’s progress.

Maybe it’s my fault. I hadn’t bothered to snag any mementos that reminded me of them before fleeing the bunker, like an album or something. There weren’t many personal items that they’d given me, now that I think about it. Too much clutter, the Captain said.

Or maybe it’s the lack of consistent stimulus to my brain. I can’t read as much as I’d like to, mainly because it’s too dangerous to be distracted (constant vigilance is an important virtue in this world, if you hadn’t noticed). Most books that I’ve stumbled across (literally, I tripped over a hill of hardcovers. Not fun. Very painful) were either tattered or worn beyond comprehension, destroyed by rain or monster attacks.

Speaking of, my stomach grumbled. I need to start hunting before it gets dark… and before I attract another monster to myself. Again.

-(Your Name) (Your Last Name)

Day 1 - First Impressions

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Walking away

Andy Strucker x Diaz!Reader 

request: no, but andy needs love

masterlist

warnings: so i changed a few things, mainly bc i worte this when ep 1 just came out and i’m lazy to re-write stuff. a curse word, nothing more but it sucks

It’s been six months since you joined the Inner Circle. Six months since you left your friends and your brother Marcos behind. Six months since you and Andy started dating. Reeva was the boss in here, and the Frost sisters her right hands. They control everything and everyone.

You never trusted them, you knew better than that. But you trusted Lorna with your life, and you trusted Andy too. You couldn’t leave them behind, plus part of you knew Lorna was right; it was naïve to think that the humans would ever leave us alone, they hated us, being mutant was more dangerous than ever.

You walk into the room, watching Lorna as she rubs her pregnant belly, a sad smile on her face.

“I miss him too, you know?”

“I didn’t hear you get in, you’re moving more quietly now. You’re done training?”

“Yes, Reeva finally let me leave after setting a few things on fire. Hurts being away from family, doesn’t it?” you say softly staring at the window.

“Then why did you come? I thought you said family above all.”

“You need a familiar face around here, and i’m good with kids. Do you see any of the others changing diapers? That’d be funny.” you joke making her laugh. “Plus, i know Andy will do something stupid if he’s left alone.”

“Well thank you for having so much faith on me, love you too babe.” the blonde guy says walking towards you two, hugging you from behind. “Everything will be alright we’ve got your back.”

“Yes, i feel so much safer already. Behave you two.” she teases walking out of the little living room. You stick you tongue towards her laughing as Andy spins you around, giving you a quick peck.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, but shouldn’t i  be asking that? The hair and the goth clothes are screaming for an intervention.”

“Hey, you said you liked it.” he replies running a hand through his bleached hair.

“I like it now, grows into you, at the time i hated it. Andy, I have a bad feeling.”

“About?”

“Reeva, the Underground… i don’t know, something feels off.” you say shaking your head she he brings you into his arms, securing you into a hug.

“Hey, i meant it. Everything will be fine, i promise.”

Everything was definitely not fine. Reeva had the idea of sending you on a mission to collect some mutants. You were sure it was either a test or a trap, and you hated both ideas. Andy wanted to come with you, just in case something went wrong, but Reeva didn’t let him.

Walking into the garage where the mutants were supposed to be, you found nothing but darkness, until a bright light blinded you. You knew who it was, obviously.

“Shit Marcos that hurts.” you groan squeezing your eyes.

So, confirming your suspicions, it was a test. Maybe she had doubts about your loyalty, but letting you see your brother was even too cruel for Reeva, or so you thought. Ther lights were turned on for you to see your old friends; John, Claice and Lauren. And your not so old friends, Reed and Caitlin. You had some differences with them on the past, mainly because Reed was an ass most of the time.

“Come back, (Y/N). Por favor.” Marcos begs you, stepping closer to you.

“I can’t, i’m sorry hermano. We’re building something, something good for us. I can’t.” you reply walking away. You didn’t want to leave, but you had to. Sacrifices had to be made for this to work.

“You won’t really have a choice, sorry.” you hear him say in a soft voice, making you frown. Suddenly John appeared behind you, grabbin you and trying to get you into one of Clarice’s portals. You let your powers flow, wanting to get away from him; he was indestructible, but a burning always hurt.

Then, two explosions go off, making the ground shake and breaking Clarice’s concentration closing the portal.

“Let her gone John.” you hear Andy’s low voice.

“Andy!” his mother cries for him when she sees him. You could tell he was making a huge effort not letting his emotions mess with him, he had always being really emotional.

“I said let her go.”

“Not a chance kid. She’s coming home, and so should you.” Marcos screams getting into position just to be stopped by Andy’s father.

You heard his family begging him to come back, you knew he was breaking inside, even more when Laurel started to talk to him, but he had to be strong. Finally, you broke John’s thick skin, making a huge burn on his arm as he lets you go screaming in pain.

You run next to Andy, you grabs your hand looking for any wounds. “I’m fine, c’mon. We got to go, now.” you start to walk away when Laurel’s shields stops us.

“Andy no, please!” she begs trying to not break the shield.

“It’s not your decision Laurel. I’m sorry.” he says before tearing the floor apart, making it impossible for them to reach us. He grabs my hand again and we start to run back to the headquarters.

Reeva didn’t ask about it, but the smile on her face told you she knew what happened, and she was pleased. Not feeling good enough for dinner, you reacher your boyfriend’s room. He was sat on the bed, looking at the window, not noticing you there.

“You okay there?” you ask making him look at you. He looks upset, and you know why. You felt the same.

“Yeah, don’t worry. Come here.”

You lay next to him on the king sized bed, as he hugs you as close as he can. He knows you know. And you know he knows how you feel. You both just walked away from the people you loved, you walked away twice; and it wasn’t easier the second time.

“ You know i love you, right?” he whispers on your ear, making you smile and look at him. He leans down to give you a little kiss, you lips meeting in an innocent way, you both needed the confort.

“Yeah, i love you too.” you tell him when you break the kiss.

“Good. C’mon it’s late we should sleep.” he says kissing the top of your head, as you lay your hand on his chest. Both of you knowing that it wasn’t the last time you’d have to fight your family. It hurt being away from them, but at least you had each other.

✦ our jacket ✦

pairing: Shang-Chi x reader

summary: Shang-Chi loves his red bomber jacket and never leaves without it. You wear it to bed after a night out and your boyfriend needs it back.

a/n: Am I the only one who just found out Shang-Chi's bomber jacket is reversible? I had no clue until recently haha. Just a little something I was able to write with how hectic things have been for me. Hope you enjoy, happy reading 💛

*All mistakes/errors are mine

reblog/like/feedback are greatly appreciated! ✨

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“Bye Katy!” you giggle, stumbling a little as you and Shang-Chi wave Katy good-bye. Turning into your boyfriend, your hand cups the side of his face. “You’re so handsome. Like the most pretty face I’ve seen.” You hiccup and giggle again as Shang-Chi pulls you into an embrace. Nuzzling into his chest you softly sigh, “So so warm. Don’t want to leave.” Shang-Chi places a kiss on the top of your head, arms tightly circled around your waist.

You let out a quiet whine when he pulls you from the warm embrace. “Well you’ll be even more warm if you put my jacket on.” Shang-Chi wraps his bomber jacket around your shoulders. “C’mon we gotta get going. And you,” Shang-Chi cups your face in his hands, “need to get some rest. I can’t wait to hear about how bad your hangover is tomorrow morning.” He places a soft kiss on your pouty lips.

The karaoke bar isn’t far from your shared apartment, only a few blocks away. But in your tipsy state, your legs felt like you’ve been running a marathon. The walk to your apartment was quiet, only the sound of yours and Shang-Chi’s soft breathing and occasional passing cars. The combination of your boyfriend’s sandalwood cologne and the warmth radiating off of him slowly lulling you to sleep. You don’t know how long you’ve been walking until your movement comes to a slow halt.

“Hey…” Shang-Chi presses a kiss to your temple. “Baby we’re home, it’ll be more comfy in our bed.” Shang-Chi carefully guides you up the two flights of stairs; thank goodness you guys weren’t too far up. Before you know it, Shang-Chi sits you on the edge of your bed, carefully sliding off your boots. He kneels before you, placing the stray piece of hair behind your ear, “I’ll be a second, just gonna grab you something more comfy.” As Shang-Chi stands, you wrap your hand around his wrist, pouting your lips for a kiss. Shang-Chi laughs and places a loving kiss on your delicate lips before he’s off to your shared closet.

Between you trying not to fall asleep and the tipsy thoughts that ran through your head, you had not noticed Shang-Chi coming back with an oversized t-shirt. “Do you want me to help you change?” Shang-Chi chuckles when you raise your arms above your head, taking it a “yes.” He slips you out his bomber jacket, unzipping the floral dress adorning your body. You suddenly flop backwards, wiggling the straps off your shoulders, discarding the rest down your curves. Your boyfriend laughs at your drunk antics and pulls you forward, slipping the t-shirt over you.

“I’m still cold” you softly whine, “Can I wear it?”

“My jacket? Baby you’re going to be so warm under the covers.” Shang-Chi picks his bomber jacket off the floor, wrapping the jacket around you. “Plus you can cuddle me, I’m like a furnace.” You pout, shake your head no, and go on a tipsy ramble about how it’s not enough. Shang-Chi gives in when your eyes get glossy. “Okay,” Shang-Chi soothes, his hands smoothing your hair, “You can wear my jacket.” You let out a content sigh as he shifts you onto your side of the bed.

“I swear, I think you love that jacket more than you do me.” Shang-Chi kisses your temple one last time as you start to fall asleep. And it’s true, you love Shang-Chi’s red bomber jacket. There have been numerous occasions where you and Shang-Chi argue over who gets to wear it or why it’s your jacket. However Shang-Chi had to admit, you did look better in it, in all his clothes really. Stripping down to his boxers Shang-Chi steals one more glance at your sleeping figure. Yeah, you look really good in his clothes. But even more beautiful without anything on. Shang-Chi slips into bed next to you, slowly letting sleep consume him.

*****

It was no surprise to Shang-Chi that you were still asleep. Your lips were slightly parted, soft snores passing through. Shang-Chi places a soft kiss on your cheek, your lips pull into a small smile. You nuzzle deeper into your pillow, not wanting to wake up just yet. Shang-Chi climbs out of bed, stretching his arms before dropping down for a few push-ups. Wanting to be the best boyfriend and gain some brownie points, Shang-Chi decides to pick up your favorite bagels and coffee from your favorite place around the corner. Shang-Chi quietly shuffles around your bedroom to get ready. With his teeth brushed and water splashed onto his face, Shang-Chi checks his pockets to make sure he has everything.

Wallet, check.

Phone, check.

Keys, check.

Jacket, che—.

Shang-Chi never leaves the apartment without his favorite jacket. This was an odd occurrence, Shang-Chi always remembered it. He quickly scans the room, seeing where he could’ve misplaced the jacket last night. It wasn’t draped across the chair. Not on the ground. Where did I put it, he thought. Maybe he left it in the living room? Or the closet? The last time Shang-Chi remembered having the jacket was when he wrapped it around you last night.

You had his jacket. Oh boy.

Shang-Chi turns to look at your sleeping figure. He had forgotten you asked to wear his jacket to bed. Shang-Chi knew that once you were wrapped in his jacket, there was no way of getting it back without a fight. For a slight second Shang-Chi thought of forgoing his jacket, maybe letting you win this time. He could’ve easily gone to your shared closet and put on a different jacket. However, Shang-Chi decided (for some reason) to poke the bear.

“Baby.” Shang-Chi softly coos, peppering your face with kisses. “Can I get my jacket?” You scrunch your nose in your sleepy state, clearly offended at his request. You let out inaudible groans of words, something along the lines of “no”, “mine”, and “too bad.”

“Honey, I’m going to get your favorite. Bagels from Jamie’s, around the corner.” Shang-Chi continues to entice you, “And a caramel latte too. I just need my jacket.” Shang-Chi tries to slowly take the jacket off of you, but you turn away, pulling the covers over your head.

“No. It’s mine.” You snuggle further into your pillow, trying to avoid Shang-Chi. “Why don’t you wear a different one?”

Shang-Chi knew this wasn’t fair, but knew he had to play dirty to get his jacket back. The room was quiet for a moment, making you think Shang-Chi gave into defeat. Before you can peek from under the covers, Shang-Chi is on top of you. His fingers tickle your sides, causing you to flail legs. Your laughter fills the room as your boyfriend relentlessly moves to tickle your neck.

“Okay! Okay!” All out of breath, you laugh. “Take my jacket. Just let me sleep.”

You take off your warm jacket, pouting at Shang-Chi and his stupid smirk. Shang-Chi leans down and captures your lips, giving you a few more kisses before he climbs off. You try to comfortably settle back into bed, arms over your eyes trying to get a few more minutes of sleep. Shang-Chi sits on the edge of the bed, rubbing your leg. He grabs your hand and kisses the back of it.

“I’ll be back with your latte and bagel. I won’t be long.” Shang-Chi laughs at the sound of your grumbling stomach. Making sure he has everything, including his jacket, Shang-Chi starts to head out.

“You better bring back a chocolate chip muffin too! And my jacket!”

Shang-Chi chuckles, “I love you too babe!”

Hey Besties

Felt a tiny bit creative today so. Here's to my first ever post. ✨