Synopsis: You are the devil that has taken a liking to a very specific soldier. His soul weeps, and no one seems fully able to answer the call until you begin sneaking into his room during the darkest hours of the night.
A/N: Hey y'all! I've been in fanfic spaces for years at this point, and this is one of my first times trying my hand at some fics of my own! Tumblr fic debut? Tumblr fic debut.
Also this originally was supposed to be a oneshot, but I got way too attached to the idea of girlboss devil shenanigans that I couldn't end things here so expect more soon! ;)
(Sorry for any misspellings or cringe lmaoooo have a great day)
Warnings: Cucking, Choking, Recording, Slight breeding kink in the first part but no parts are actually described, oral sex, gagging, strap ons (I don’t think I got everything)
the continuation of the uncanon lore that no one asked for:
“What’s that?”
Winnie pointed to your necklace, the eight year old was curious.
“Oh, baby, this is a necklace.” You smiled warmly at your daughter, letting her crawl into your lap to examine the gold necklace.
“Oh. What’s this?” Her little fingers pushed the heart into your skin, you pressed a kiss to her close forehead.
“Baby, you know how I told you that Daddy’s always with me?”
She nodded, moving back so she could see your face. “Yeah, First Dad.”
“Very good. This is… I wear this ‘cause it’s a locket. Do you know what a locket is?”
Your daughter shook her head.
“Well, a locket opens and holds two pictures.”
“Can I open it?”
“No, baby. It’s holding something very very special, so I made sure it won’t come open again.”
“Oh.” She mumbled. “Is Daddy in there?”
“Yes he is.”
Winnie poked the locket and whispered, “Hi First Dad.”
You kissed the girl’s head, she then scurried off of the couch, much more interested in something different. You watched her go, only for someone to sit beside you.
“What’s in the locket?” John Price asked you, exhaustion laced his voice. “You never told me.”
“It’s stupid.”
“No, it’s not.” John’s hand reached for yours, you instantly let him take it. “If it’s a part of him, it’ll never be stupid.”
“Well… You know my box.”
“Yeah, all the first haircuts, first outfits, and the feet prints for each kid.”
“We were at the viewing, and I was left alone with him…” Tears pricked at your eyes. “I cut a little piece of his hair off and I put it in here.”
You didn’t even need to look to know that John was fighting back tears, his tight grip on your hand said it all.
“He was cremated, why didn’t you want his ashes?”
With tears running down your face, you looked to John Price - your husband. You may not love him, you may have married him to keep your family in their house, to keep yourself afloat against the current, but that didn’t mean you didn’t care for him. It’s been almost two years since Simon had died, 18 months since you had his last baby in the hospital without him; the man Simon made promise to take care of you and your children had stayed, just like he had promised. And he made his place in your home, in your heart but he would never dare try to fill the shoes left by the front door. He wouldn’t dare try and tear a place in your heart because no matter what, you are Simon Riley’s wife; his widow.
Your hand squeezed John’s, the light of the lamp in the room made your engagement ring twinkle right above your two wedding rings. If you closed your eyes, you could pretend John was Simon - but it’s impossible when your heart knows the truth. You sadly smiled to John,
“I don’t want to forget how his hair looked in the light.”
ghost who used to have a dog on his team but was pronounced retired a while ago only to find out after coming home his sweet little neighbor adopted him
just him walking through the neighborhood so he's not sitting in his dark apartment doing nothing because it's making him uneasy and suddenly seeing his neighbor, all cute and smiling just like always, walking towards him with a dog on a leash who recognizes him but since he's well behaved and he wouldn't dare to tug on a leash, he just starts wagging his tail excitedly making the girl notice who he's looking at. if she had a tail, it'd be wagging too and she just runs up to him together with her new dog, calling out to simon happily, gushing over the fact he's back and when he came back and how she has to cook for him and then introducing him to riley, ex-military working dog she adopted last week because the name reminded her of him and then being surprised when she finds out they actually used to work together which makes her happy even more as well as simon because he knows riley is in very good hands
Honestly, me too. Everyone needs more Hyde in their lives, tbh. He’s so fine.🥰 Anyways, I hope you like this!
“You Know Better”
Pairing/ship: Hyde x Reader/Barista
Summary: Hyde comes back from his most recent wedding shoot and he decides to swing by Coffee Talk to see his favorite barista and have a nice warm drink. During his visit, a certain verbal exchange took place, leaving them both flustered and needing to let some weight of their chests.
Author’s Note: This took me a hot second cuz I was trying not to go too far out of character. I probably still did, tbh🥲 But I’m considering maybe making this a series, if you want me to. Let me know your thoughts👀 Also, sorry if my writing is weird. I’m not the best with words and I haven’t written anything worth reading in years.
Genres and notes: gn reader/barista, mutual pining, Idk if this is considered slow burn, but I’ll put it here anyways, romantic notes, teasing, slight flirting if you squint
Warnings: (I didn’t catch any, but if you do, please let me know so I can add them)
It’s a nice, dark, and snowy December night when Hyde finds himself driving towards Coffee Talk. Gala, as usual, was working another shift at the hospital and Hyde was in need of a warm drink and possibly some good company. He pulls into a small parking area, a block or so away from the quaint little shop, and gets out. He calmly pays the parking toll, places a pale hand on the hood of his car with a gentle smile of his face, and makes sure the doors are locked before walking towards the shop. As he enters the door, he hears the soft bell, signaling the Barista of his presence.
“Oh, good afternoon, Mr. Hyde. Back from your last shoot, I take it.” They smile kindly at him. “It’s good to see you.”
He notices a few books are lined along a shelf on the wall. Most of them are about the drinks the place serves, but a certain tome catches his eye in particular.
“Doesn’t this defy the purpose of your concept?” he asks, sitting down and examining the cover. It’s an old edition, a little battered but full of History.
The Barista smiles, clearly showing they were expecting the question to come up at some point.
“Possibly. But I know different people have different preferences. I like to provide many topics of conversation. Besides, reading can serve as a learning experience, just like that book did for me.”
“Oh?”
She works quietly, hearing the coffee machine making a soft ding sound. She hands him a freshly made Zobo without losing the smile.
“I like to be well educated. A friend had once taught me that knowledge is power, but only if you know how to utilize it correctly.”
Not only was the Barista incredibly knowledgeable; They also make an effort to know more of the topics he brings up. And they’re interested in such a serious way…
“Your friend has a fair point.”
“Of course he does. He may not be much of a talker, but he’s always had the most meaningful things to say.” the Barista says, raising a brow at Hyde. “I’ve learned many thing from him.” It became clear to him that they were referring to him.
Hyde follows the Barista’s movements as they wash their hands. They look up at the pale man, drying their hands.
“Is everything alright, Mr. Hyde?”
Hyde doesn’t answer and opts to drink his Zobo instead. He’s been suspecting this person for a long time, and while they’re definitely not human, he has no idea of how lifespans work for them as he is not entirely sure what exactly they are. He really shouldn’t be getting this excited over another individual, even if he’s quiet about it.
“I think so, yes. I just...”
“Aww, Mr. Hyde, don’t tell me you’re feeling shy.”
“You know better than to tease me like that.”
“Oh? And what makes you say that, Mr Hyde?”
Even if they’re merely messing with him, Hyde could see something dangerous dancing in their eyes.
“You do realize who and what you’re looking at, correct?”
It comes off too stern for a joking remark, and the Barista’s smile disappears.
“My apologies. I meant no disrespect, Mr. Hyde.” They say softly. Hyde feels himself be caught off guard.
“I know you didn’t mean any harm and I know you like to press buttons that have never been pressed, especially mine. But do be careful. You can’t look at every vampire the way you you look at me and remain in one piece, Y/N.”
“Are you… worried about me?”
“Hmph.”
As he sips his Hibiscus mix, the Barista chuckles softly.
“Other vampires wouldn’t get that look from me. Just you.”
“The flattery really isn’t necessary.”
“It’s the truth.” they say, giggling to themselves. Hyde could easily tell they meant what they were saying. And he isn’t sure if he should admire or hate them for being so free spirited.
When he’s done with his tea, he checks his cellphone. Gala has sent him a message, apparently having heard from Lua that he was back from his most recent wedding shoot. He’ll probably swing by Coffee Talk after his shift is done.
“Thank you. I’ll be going now.”
“Okay. Please take care, Mr. Hyde.”
“Just Hyde is fine, you know?” He says softly. The Barista stares up at him. No one had ever asked them to drop the formalities and professionalism, so they were caught off guard.
“O-oh… ok. Goodnight… Hyde.” They say, catching themselves. “Have a safe drive home.”
Hyde reaches for the door, but before he pushed it open, he couldn’t keep himself from turning back. His deep crimson eyes were met with theirs and a soft, genuine smile played on his lips.
“You too, Y/N…” He says to them softly before walking out the door, leaving behind a very flustered Barista.
They immediately pulled their phone out, dialing the number of a certain green haired girl. The Barista needed to tell someone about this. Why not the one person besides Lua that has to listen to them go on and on about the former model.
“Hey, Y/N! What’s up?”
“We need to talk…”
Hyde gets to his car, immediately getting in and shutting the door. He takes a deep breath, face palming. He takes a moment to try and recompose himself, failing miserably. He takes his phone out, opening his messages with Gala. He types out a long message, relaying the events that just took place only for him to immediately delete it all and opting for a short, more subtle message.
“I need to talk to you about something when you get off work…”
ghost who used to have a dog on his team but was pronounced retired a while ago only to find out after coming home his sweet little neighbor adopted him
just him walking through the neighborhood so he's not sitting in his dark apartment doing nothing because it's making him uneasy and suddenly seeing his neighbor, all cute and smiling just like always, walking towards him with a dog on a leash who recognizes him but since he's well behaved and he wouldn't dare to tug on a leash, he just starts wagging his tail excitedly making the girl notice who he's looking at. if she had a tail, it'd be wagging too and she just runs up to him together with her new dog, calling out to simon happily, gushing over the fact he's back and when he came back and how she has to cook for him and then introducing him to riley, ex-military working dog she adopted last week because the name reminded her of him and then being surprised when she finds out they actually used to work together which makes her happy even more as well as simon because he knows riley is in very good hands
I’ve been seeing it happen to a handful of people, but apparently if you try to delete your sideblog you will end up deleting your MAIN tumblr account entirely as well
I don’t know if this is a bug or something, but I’ve seen it happen to ~4 people now, so until this possible bug gets worked out do NOT delete any of your sideblogs unless you want to risk deleting your account entirely
Not literally me when in the movie into the spider verse the characters talk about Gwen and Hobie, about her being his drummer, about her go to his place and sleeping with him and that they have done 20 missions together:
Café. Small change of narrative person at the end. Meet-cute.
"Excuse me? Sir?"
A tiny voice comes from somewhere close to his knees behind him, making him stop in his tracks.
He turns around carefully, feeling how something tugs at his pants. Confused, he looks down.
A small, teary eyed child is looking up at him, clutching a stuffed dolphin between tiny fingers. Her hair is messed up, curls turned this way and that by what he guesses must have been the wind. Her entire face is wet, and her little green dress has spots of dirt everywhere. The little white socks she's wearing are practically grey too, accompanied by a scraped knee and shoes beyond repair.
Simon freezes for a second. He doesn’t come across kids very often, between his line of work and his non-existent life outside of it he's never in scenarios that allow it. He's not sure how to go about it.
Pursing his lips together, he starts by kneeling down.
"Hello there," he says, soft and low so he doesn’t scare her. She hiccups, staring straight at him. "What's your name? What's wrong?"
