#AHHHHHHH THIS HAD ME KICKING MY FEET AND GIGGLING

[buntanteen]

svt fic recs list <3 - chwe hansol/vernon b'day edition - sfw & nsfw ver.

summary: for vernon's birthday, 7 sfw & nsfw nonnie reader insert fics:)

contains: 18+ nsfw (mdni!!) majority is afab reader

✩ svt writing & fic rec masterlist ✩

✩ sfw section ✩

❥ catch you when i can - @xinganhao

starting with this first because it is hands down my favourite vernon writing/smau ever?!?!! the incorporation of vernon's hobbies with movies. the ldr trope??? the angst in pt.5??? i cannot fathom how someone can write this goooood and i cannot explain how much i love this series!!

❥ whatever you say, boyfriend - @bookyeom

oh i was genuinely giggling and blushing and kicking my feet and had my face buried in my pillow THIS IS TOO CUTEE

❥ in which love is always a door away - @lololololchips

he's so chill, cute and casual AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH i cannot fathom him not being a friends to lovers kinda romance he's so perfect for itttt

❥ jealous bf! vernon - @shuafiles

pOUTY SULKY JEALOUS NONNIE AHHHHHH RKFJDB

✩ nsfw section ✩

❥ sub vernon pt. 2 - @mountainficss

LET ME TAKE CARE OF HIM PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. ik damn well he'd be so pretty and pliable AHHHHHHH

❥ virgin!vernon - @sluttywonwoo

fucking obssessed with this and how vernon reacts/is written

❥ sub vernon - @hannieehaee

him begging and pleading?!?!? hOLY SHITTTTTTTT i physically cannot *body slams self into bed*

bun note: happy birthday my chill ass guyyyyyyyyyyyyyy bononnnn. ily sooooooooo fucking much. thank you for being one of the coolest and silliest people that i know <3

[riddles-n-games]

Been scanning over The Hawthorne Legacy because I’m nostalgic like that and then I came across this line:

I-I have to pause. … S-So you’re telling me that I could have had a scene in THL where Jameson twirls Avery around if she’d just LET HIM???? I could have been squealing, giggling and kicking my feet during one more scene had she let him-I can’t. I can’t do this anymore. WHY DIDN’T YOU AVERY?????? HUH???? When a guy is being cute and open like that, you better accept anything the man says!!!!! SMH.

This is literally only one of like five hundred more incidents where Avery and Jameson could have had a cute moment but either Avery doesn’t let the impulsive thought win or someone interrupts them. AHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

Me and JLB after THL.

Anyways, that’s all I had to say. Have a wonderful day!!!! *Slams door.*

[noctiva]

I am very squeaky clean and new to your inbox [I've also written this like twice cause I'm cursed to accidentally exit this shit] BUT MY GOD I need you to know how much I envy your writing- the way you're able to seamlessly go from one characters thoughts and feelings to another's has me giggling and kicking my feet I genuinely don't get how you do it OH AND DON'T GET ME STARTED ON TOBYS CHARACTERISATION >O<

I'm trying my best to write over here myself and your writing keeps me going <33333

AHHHHHHH this is so sweet!!!!!! Can i be fr i dont know how i do it either whenever i sit down at my keyboard its just a straight brain blast moment like words just appear before me LMFAO which is horrible advice im aware but 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ one of these days I’ll try and put my writing process into words but its honestly just *mind go brrr* *words appear*

And I’m glad you love how I write toby!!! He is my favourite boy on planet earth I could write about him all day every day if i had the time <3

Keep at it with your writing!! I’m sure you’re doing amazing!!

[specialgradefckr]

Dear author....I luv u I luv u I luv u I luv u I luv u I luv u I luv u I luv u I luv u I luv u I luv u I luv u I luv u I luv u I luv u I luv u I luv I luv u soooooooooooooo much 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶💗💗💗💗

I just finished reading both parts of BYHTD and I'm sooo over the moon...I cried...I laughed...I got mad....may as well badmouthed Gojo and Geto a little bit ....but ur writing is so beautiful and full of emotions,the way u described the reader's internal conflicts was a Chef kiss💋 thank god u kept our reader's dignity and let her stand on business(I said our reader and didn't say me as in I'm the reader cuz unfortunately I'm not her in this specific fic cuz I can't handle all that,a few months with that pressure and I'm deleting myself from the world😔🤞)

And don't get me started with the last paragraph on the second part...ohhhh the last paragraph was soooooo delicious I devoured all of it YUM YUM YUM (licking my fingers right now btw) the name on gojo's chest idea was genius (I may freaked out a little bit but let's just ignore it) the way gojo looked up at reader combined with his pov I'm down baaaaaaad he's so babygirl just Soo inlove with reader that he wants to give her his heart just so she can know the love he has for her,and Geto 😮‍💨😮‍💨 this man and his ways of elaborating is sooo annoying but in a good way and how he ignored the reader 😮😮 I felt a pang in my heart everytime the reader thinks of how they love each other and she's just an outsider u cooked with that honestly

Also wanted to ask if there's a part 3 and when r u u willing to bless us with it? And if it's the last part of the whole fiction??

Sooo sorry that I talked a lot just wanted to appreciate u and ur work and let u know how talented u are...love u🫶🫶

ahhhHHHH i got this a long time ago but THANK YOUUU!!! this is all so sweet of you to say, i was giggling and kicking my feet reading through this ask hehe~

i'm glad you laughed honestly i do toss in points of humor in fics sometimes and it's often one of the most fun parts. just thinking about sukuna getting pissed off at gojo because you catfished him ksdfjhglsdhg fucking hilarious

the name on gojo's chest idea was genius (I may freaked out a little bit but let's just ignore it)

girl READER is also freaking out dw. that is the intended effect. i felt really smart when i came up with that because the scene was supposed to escalate, to have you and geto going harder and harder until one of you tried to call the other's bluff.

reader standing on business was definitely a call i made like. you ARE pathetically in love. it's true. it's undeniable. but you're also just... not willing to make a fool of yourself. you're so angry and frustrated.

in a way, you almost have an advantage over gojo and geto. because you've had time to mourn the love you don't think you'll be able to have. you still have feelings, but you have no hopes for them.

but gojo and geto are planning for you to confess to them. they "know" you're going to end up together. they can't "go too far" and ruin the relationship before it starts. unless...? >.>

and i'm also soooo so soso happy the scene with gojo looking up at you came across that way!! that's exactly the vibe i wanted!!!

he's really like. almost golden retriever style loving. just looking up at you with all the trust and adoration in the world. you look at him and you can't hurt him, you can't.

because gojo's affection here is pretty pure, compared to geto's. geto's got a lot of insecurity, he wants you to come to him, to confess first. gojo's mostly going along with all this because he thinks it's sexy when you're jealous.

unfortunately you HAVE reinforced this behavior for him by carving your name into his chest so skfdhjglhdsg we'll see what gojo takes from this,,,

part 3 IS already in drafts but since these works are on the longer side, it's going to take a while. i have soooo many fics skhfglshdg

maybe after the next few installments of the kitty hybrid series i'll do another poll,,, i could obfuscate it even MORE next time dhgjhdg

[thebluefoxiskawaii]

just saw June’s change animatic and OMG IM SCREAMING GIGGLING KICKING MY FEET AT THESE TO COOKIES

I LOVE LOVE LOVE HER WORK AND ARTSTLE ITS SO CUTE

Anyway I just had to draw them so

Also

Bloody truthless in the beginning AHHHHHHH. The gacha kid in me is SCREAMING

Also go watch the animatic

[softandslow]

Hello I just finished reading possibilities and wow did it actually alter the course of my life I took notes while reading and I wish to share them with you

An equation is puzzling itself into knots in his mind. A key slowly sliding into a lock, with all the right grooves and edges, simply waiting for Viktor to… crank it.

This made me giggle, loved this.

Oh. He breathes, somehow. There we are.

Actually took my breath away idk what it is its just so soft and so them like yeah thats still us, ugh crying

Jinx worries her bottom lip between her teeth, but stands up straight. She puts a hand on his shoulder. Her voice comes out quiet. “Blisters?” 

Vyktor sighs, but reaches a hand up to squeeze her forearm once. “Bedrock.”

I'm so soft for them I love the idea of Viktor being the one to look after jinx and foster her mind it gets me everytime

I’m terrified.

Be brave. 

Please, be braver than I ever was. 

I am gonna cry full stop 😭

I had never considered poet jayce but I think he's gonna live in my brain rent free forever I love it it fits him so well you did amazing on the poetry

“With you,” Jayce draws a line up Vyktor’s neck with his nose, lips following to another mole on his neck, then up to the shell of his ear. “Prose, metaphors, pretty lines… could never be enough. But fuck, I love trying.”

AHHHHHHH

Also all the poetry in that chapter is so gorgeous you did an amazing job

Omg recovery party at the gay club??? Absolutely iconic

“to living!”

I actually started tearing up at work while I was reading this I love gay joy it gets me everytime but also Viktor thinking about jinx in all timeliness ugh I love them

Jayce looks gorgeous under the strobing blue and purple lights, the rise of his cheekbones catching the neon glow as if magic can exist here in this other unfolding of their lives. In this foreign, straightforward world. If only within the man he’s looking at. If only in his gravitational pull.

Just absolutely gorgeous prose, beautifully written

His blacksmith. His poet. His best friend.

Once again crying in the club

Omg not delicate in the club 😭 I've never considered that song is relation to jayvik and I fear I'll never be able to not think of them when I hear it now

The amount of times I actually physically had to put my phone down during the smut in the club is actually concerning (especially considering I was reading it at work lmao)

It's actually so hard trying to decide who I want to be more in this situation, jayce or Viktor because fuck dude

Oh no not him breaking down in tears now I'm about to cry fuck

The curve of the handwriting sings to him, its song in a key he would recognize anywhere.

Absolutely gorgeous writing right here, what a beautiful metaphor

God the whole last chapter I felt like i was holding my breath it was so unbelievably beautiful thank you for writing this wow

first of all i am SO honored that my fic was read on company time—as you should!! ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

all of these quotes/notes have me kicking my feet and cackling omfg you're so kind! thank you!! to hear that the story incited these visceral reactions + emotions is EVERYTHING to me, makes my heart soar *bald eagle screech* thank you, thank you, thank you. ugh. wow. i could cry.

unironically this is me trying to process the overwhelming joy of reading this message:

[bookcub]

Quick Review: The Feast Makers by H. A. Clarke

ahhhhhhh thank you to netgalley for a free ARC, my review is my honest reaction

@logarithmicpanda and i have been screaming about this series since the beginning and i love that it has hit hard in every installment

characters: sideways is a fantastic main character, full of big and messy emotions, unapologetically queer, full of mistakes and compassion and i love them so much. ofc our other scapegracers are a delight as always, vicious daisy, dreamy yates, and fierce jing. any scene with any combination of them had me giggling, kicking my feet in the air cause i need this coven so bad. shiloh was a delight, and i liked these new characters, just never as much as my main coven

writing: the PROSE!!! i love unique and descriptive prose and Clarke's style won't be for everyone but it IS for me. it overflows with vivid descriptions and unsettling metaphors and i soaked it all up like a sponge!! i wanted to put these words in my mouth and devour them whole

relationships: i straight up cried at one point. but again, i live for the coven dynamics, i need this fandom to expand, these witches deserve the world. we love a ride or die friendship

plot: the pacing was definitely a little bit off, especially with the ending going from 100 to 0 in no time. i really was craving more falling action from the end. i did love the domestic scenes of friendship in the beginning and middle and the plot had me at the edge of my seat many many times.

themes: its very "queer as in fuck you up" and also punk hope??? like theres anger but so much hope!!

a memorable quote: "i felt the worms underneath us rejoice."

[someone1348]

The Mr Beast Crew fic has arrived!!

People in this: Ler!Jimmy, Ler!Chris, Lee!Chandler (PLATONIC ONLYYYYY!!)

Tw: none this is incredibly soft

With all that being said enjoyyyy! :]

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Dealing with an angry Chandler

The Beast Crew was doing yet another Surviving 24 hours challenge. Todays adventure was Surviving the desert. The blistering heat blazing down on their skin, all yet again relying on Chris to help them survive this.

The camera angled from Chris making a fire to Jimmy and Chandler who decided wayy before that he was not putting his shirt back on.

"The only way we are surviving this is because of Chris" pointing to one of his two best friends on the ground Chris smiled taking in the compliment with pride.

"A thank you?" The former boy Scout said with a cheeky smile

"Thank you Chris!" Jimmy said half joking as he said 'You're welcome' everyone laughed.

"Okay Chris what do we do?"

"We will split up into teams, Viking and Me will go get sticks, you and Chandler go explore"

"Noted! Lets go Chan man!"

They went off, team one doing great but team 2.

"Im hungry"

"We will get Chris to make you food soon"

"No im hungry make me food" Chandler said with a smile as Jimmy laughed.

"Soon"

"Food" he shoved the camera in Mr Beasts face both laughing and cutting the camera.

"But seriously, Food"

"Soon Chandler"

"AHHHHHHH" he shouted his battle cry as he ran around the sandy desert foor, "OW!"

"HAHAHA"

"Boo boo" Chandler said with a pout

"Come on we will get you a band-aid"

"Yayyyy!!! Thank youuuu Jimmyy!"

The older giggled again slinging an arm around his other best friend heading back to camp.

"What Happened to Chandler?" Chris asked a bit concerned seeing him hold his arm,

"He got pricked by a cactus while running around"

"Oh no, here we will get the first aid kit"

"Thank you Chriss!"

"Anytime buddy"

After cleaning Chandler up and getting him a cool band-aid with race cars on it he asked Chris what he asked Jimmy five minutes ago that started this whole thing.

"Chris! Food!" The man whined impatiently

"Im making it soon bud, i gotta boil the water first"

"Im hungryyyy! Me me Hungry"

"I know Chan Chan, you'll get food soon"

Chandler went off to do his own bit on the camera,

"They wont give me food, I've been asking all day, im starving, they are mean-"

"We can hear you Chan!" Jimmy yelled from the background as Chandler looked over at the others making a werid sound before the camera cut.

Getting more impatient by the minute he ran at Jimmy flicking his hat off his head before running away again.

"Whahat?" The man asked giggling at his random actions as he continued to whine.

"Chrisssss!!!!" He fell down dramatically near him.

"Keep it up and you wont get any" Chris said sternly continuing to boil the water.

"Ughhhhh!!" Chandler ran his hands over his face in agony,

"Hungry!"

Sharing a look with Jimmy he looked to Jake "Can you take care of the water me and Jimmy have a few things to take care of"

"Yep!" Jake said contently switching places with Chris

Tareq turned on the camera facing the boys as Chris started counting

"Five."

Chandler looked up knowing that tone of voice alll too well,

"Four." Jimmy joined in and Chandler fully sat up now

"Three."

Panicked he scrabbled to his feet giggling and running away. With no place to hide he prayed that his speed could get him through.

"One!" Both boys shouted getting up and running at him.

"Nononono! AH!-" Chandler continued to run around in circles trying to dodge his two best friends who were trying to hunt him down like actual desert prey.

"Oh Chandlerrr!!~" Jimmy shouted as Chris evilly laughed.

"AHH!" in this state he somehow thought it was a great idea to run up a sand dune,

The said two stood at the bottom of the dune smirking at one another then him as the hungry one fell sliding down the sand dune right in the middle of were they stood.

"Uhhhh"

"Heh heh" Chris said stratling his hips as Jimmy sat his knees on Chandlers hands keeping them in place.

"G-guys we can talk about this!"

"You keep complaining how you're hungry but you left out the two most important people who are hungry too"

"Y-yea who?"

"The tickle monsters" Jimmy said as Chris dug into his ribs

"EE- heEHeEy nOw!" Chandler kicked the sand behind Chris as his best friends had sealed his fate.

"NohoOhot FaiHehe! FAIR!" Chandler's giggles turned into laughter as Chris attacked his torso,

"Whats wrong Chan Chan?~"

"YOUHohoh'Re Being Ee!- MehaHAHA Mean!"

"Oh IM being mean? Oh no no no im eating, satisfying my hunger for your giggles"

"NohoOhHohoHo!"

"Yessssss" Chris imitated giggling as he blew a raspberry onto his bellybutton.

"EEE!"

"You wanna finish it up Jimmy?"

"NO-"

"Gladly!"

"NO! DON-" Chandler said before being sent into hysteria as Jimmy tickled his underarms,

"NAHAHAHAHA! HEHEHEHELP!"

"No one can save you now! Mwahaha" Jimmy teased continues picking up the pace a bit.

"AH HAHAHA OKAHAHAY OKAHAHAY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY HEHEHE STAHAHAP IHIHIT"

The boys stopped getting off of him giggling as he caught his breath.

"You okay?"

"Haha yeahh, i guess i deserved that, but you're still buttfaces" He joked getting Jimmy's help to stand up.

"Aye! Watch it pal or we will tickle you again"

"Eep!"

"Hahaha"

"H-hey can we not use this part in the video?" Chandler stuttered out blushing a bit from embarrassment.

"Oh its going in" Jimmy teased and ran off as Chandler chased him

"Jimmyyy!!"

Chris laughed and smiled at the camera

"Dinner time!" Jake called out as everyone stopped what they were doing and rushed to get some food.

"Thanks jake!" Chris said taking a bite

"Anytime!"

"FOOOOODD!!!"

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I hope you all enjoyedd this! Definitely writing more for the Mr Beast Crew in the future :]

[faulty-writes]

Dedication To My Suneater.

Warning: Mentions of Anxiety 

Fandom: My Hero Academia 

Pairing: Tamaki Amajiki x Anixety!Reader 

Tamaki Amajiki, aka Suneater. The bravest and yet most anxiety-ridden Pro Hero out there. 

You had been a fan of his since he appeared on the scene and immediately you admired him for his skills and the fact that even with his social anxiety. He still managed to be a great Hero. 

You suffered from anxiety yourself and Suneater was such an inspiration to you. He gave you the courage to be yourself, to be brave and you hoped with everything in your being that you would be able to meet him face to face one day.

Well if you ever found enough courage for that, you had already struggled with months. Debating with yourself about writing him a fan letter, he probably got tons from others who shared the same struggle as you. Anxiety. Shyness. Being that quiet awkward person in the crowd.

What if he got your letter and treated it like the rest, read it once and toss it aside? 

You knew that was irrational thinking, Suneater wouldn’t just ignore his fans. Would he? 

Despite all your worries, you had eventually written a letter to your hero. Sharing your name, your dreams, how you too struggled with anxiety and how much he inspired you. 

Despite how nervous you were when you sent that letter, several months had passed before you had gotten what you hoped for and you nearly screamed when you saw it. 

A letter from the Fat Gum Agency, the very same Agency that Suneater worked under. You bounced on your feet as you opened the letter and eagerly read it. Apparently, there was going to be a Hero Convention and you could finally get the chance to meet your idol. 

“AHHHHHHH! I got Suneater’s signature!!!” you cried out when you reached the end of the letter where sure enough Suneater’s signature was squished between Fat Gum’s and someone named Red Riot. 

People looked at you as you danced with joy in front of your mailbox, speaking nonsense to yourself. “I have to get ready! What will I wear to the convention? I have to impress Suneater!” Though you were in your second year of school, you weren’t training to be a hero but you could still find some way to impress your idol. Quirk’s only went so far. 

For the next three weeks, you tried finding the perfect outfit and even rehearsed your lines, what you were going to say to Suneater when you met him when you finally met him! The thought alone was making you blush. 

Eventually, you settled on a dark top with ‘Suneater’ written across the top and some ripped jeans with converse. When the day of the convention arrived you were a nervous mess, your head hanging out down as you navigate through the crowd. 

Your face was flushed the entire time and your stomach twisted with butterflies and after a few hours, your anxiety was telling you to get out. That maybe this wasn't worth it. But you were quick to shoot it down. 

Shaking your head violently, you clenched your fists. “N-No! I c-can’t ...I want to s-see him so bad I c-can’t give up now! S-Suneater wouldn’t have given u-” your words were interrupted when you heard a shy voice breakthrough. 

“Uh, a-are you okay?” you felt your heart skip a beat at the same time your eyes widened. You knew that shy soft voice anywhere. Your face heated up as you slowly turned and there he was, Suneater. 

You felt a shiver go through your spine and your thoughts jumbled all at once, oh God! There he was! Dressed in his hero attire. That black bodysuit, those gold platings around his arms and shoulders. That cute white tunic and hood that so perfectly covered his head and that beautiful purple mask which not only matched his eyes but the vest he wore. 

You looked down and noticed he was barefoot as well and you could only think of how cute he looked, cute little Suneater. But you couldn’t say that to his face! Oh God ...you’d faint. 

“Uh I ...I S-Suneater I ...” you tried speaking but you were losing your words just as quickly and mentally kicked yourself, he was standing right there! Tell him how you felt! How much of an inspiration he is to you!

You took a deep breath and looked at him, trying to be brave. “I ...I’m such a h-huge fan! You i-inspire me so much! I ...I h-have anxiety too and ...a-and well. You ...y-you are so i-incredible! You g-give me the courage to b-be myself, to b-be brave against all odds.” you shared, though you felt your blush deepen and turned your glance away from him. Dammit, you probably sounded pathetic. 

Tamaki, on the other hand, had taken a step back. His face just as flushed as yours and though you couldn’t see it, he was nervously playing with his hands. His toes curling into the soft carpeting beneath him. 

“U-Uh ...” you heard him try to speak and slowly turned your head to look at him. His vision was to the floor and you almost giggled as you watched him play with his fingers, those nervous little habits were adorable. 

“I a-appreciate it! Um, I n-never thought I c-could inspire so many p-people uh, I-I’m glad I c-can make you f-feel brave.” Suneater’s words tugged at your heart, why was he so sweet and cute? You couldn’t help but want to squeal out.

“U-Uh w-what’s your name?” Suneater shyly asked, his eyes glancing at you before once again looking away and you practically danced on your feet. “Y/n! My name is y/n! Mister Suneater s-sir!” you watched him reach up to scratch his neck as he looked at you again, his lips pressed into a thin line. 

“T-That’s a nice n-name um ...I t-think you sent me a l-letter ....” your heart fluttered, Suneater said your name was nice and he acknowledged your letter. So he really did read it! Oh God ... you felt a giddy smile come to your face before the butterflies increased in your stomach,  you wanted to ask him something but you weren't sure if you could actually get the words out.

You swallowed and took a hesitant step towards your hero. “Um, S-Suneater c-could I um ...c-could I ...h-have a hug?”  

You watched him jump back as if you had burned him, though you noticed that even underneath that mask his cheeks were deep red. But it made you smile, Suneater was such a sweet man. You secretly wondered if he was dating anyone, he would be the perfect boyfriend. 

“P-Please?” you added sweetly and watched Suneater ruffle his hair, those nervous little eyes of his shifting back and forth before he finally settled back on you. Another moment of silence passing before he nodded. 

“Eeeeeyyy! Thank you!” you cried out before watching him spread his arms and eagerly you jumped at the chance, nuzzling into his chest as you wrapped his arms around him. Noticing just how tall and muscular he was and his scent, God ...it was enough to drive you mad. 

You felt him tremble, “Uh ....u-uh ...” he was probably nervous to have someone hugging him, but soon enough you felt his gentle arms wrap around you and a strange feeling came over you. It was almost like being wrapped in a security blanket. 

You felt utterly safe at that moment before you two stepped away from each other, though you looked at him with a smile. “Suneater ...I t-think you’re a wonderful hero and I ...I l-love you. I k-know that’s strange to say but ...o-one day I hope to ...to m-make a difference like you!” 

You watched his eyes widen, as though he had never heard those words before and a nervous chuckle left his lips. “I t-think you a-already have,” he said and a faint smile came to his face. “A-At least in my w-world ...” 

You choked back the gasp that threatened to come and you felt like crying, you hadn’t thought of how much heroes depended on the innocent lives they saved, how much the inspiration went both ways. 

“Uh S-Suneater ...a-are you busy later? M-Maybe we could um ...” you froze a moment, your face so hot you were beginning to get dizzy. “m-maybe we could walk around the c-convention together?” you offered and once more watched those eyes of his widen. 

“U-Uh s-sure I ...I-I’d like that. Um m-maybe around 6?” he squeaked out and you eagerly nodded. “Y-Yeah um, t-that sounds perfect! Thank you S-Suneater!” what a better miracle than to spend time with the hero you admire. “Uh I-I’ll see you then!” you said before turning on your feet to run to the closest door and once you passed it, you leaned against the wall. 

Your hand was to your chest and you could feel how violently your heart raced. You did it. “Thank you Suneater ...” you said as you tilted your head up, staring at the distance ahead of you. “I will always be brave for you.”

[legobiwan]

Whumptober #12 (don’t move)

TW: none

Fandom: Good Omens (Aziraphale, Crowley)

Notes: This is hot garbage, these characters are really difficult to write, and I struggled with this one. Moving on...

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Hell, Crowley had decided, could kindly fuck off.

The demon didn’t know whose sick idea of a joke this was. (A lie. He knew exactly which perverse bastards would play this game, and once the angel was safe, he was going to rip them apart, starting from their colons.)

Somewhere between Hell and Earth, the punchline was lost in translation. Or more likely, there wasn’t any punchline to begin with, just a long set up followed by pain.

Those were the only jokes Hastur enjoyed, anyway.

Aziraphale sat, prim and proper as always, straight-backed in Crowley’s own fucking throne, hands folded neatly over his thighs. He smiled at Crowley, absent, the kind of polite expression one adopts when greeting a teller at the bank or some other long-suffering civil servant.

Those assholes won’t know what hit them, the demon growled, gritting his teeth as he conjured a thousand different scenes in which he would make. someone. pay.

“Is everything okay, dear boy?” Aziraphale asked, azure eyes rounding, his lips pursed in that particular way. The angel patted his thighs, a tell-tale sign he was about to do something ill-conceived, and Crowley’s non-existent heart leapt into his throat.

“No!” He shouted, snarling. “Don’t move!”

Aziraphale stiffened, obeying the vicious reprimand. Above him, the sharp metal weapon swayed, dangerously, drunk on its promise of death.

Crowley cursed under his breath. He didn’t understand the why behind it all. Tie the angel up under a scimitar of Hell, so any movement would trigger the blade to fall directly on the soft, exposed flesh of Azirphale’s neck.

Yeah, yeah, Crowley got the whole Damocles connection, as thin as it was, but it wasn’t like he or the angel were trying to rule over anything. Crowley had spent the past several centuries avoiding that any kind of responsibility, and with the Apocalypse behind them, his desire to do…well, anything aside from yell at his plants and annoy Aziraphale was at an all-time low.

But Hell did like to send a message, even if the subtleties were lost in their vapid imaginations. And botched literary references aside, they had managed to pull a doozy, with the combination of a literal damned sword hanging above Aziraphale’s neck and a well-executed (Someone help him, he hated to admit Hell sometimes could get their act together) memory-wipe which had the angel regarding Crowley as he did the waitstaff at the Ritz.

Caring, polite, and distant.

It was as if the last four months (nevermind the last 6,000 years) had never happened.

“Young man, there is no need to use such a tone, I was merely trying to help.”

Of course you’re trying to help, thought Crowley, bitterly.

“It’s - ah - no, it’s fine. Just, I need you to stay there. And not move. At all.”

Crowley ran a hand through his hair, squinting at the elaborate death trap suspended from the ceiling. If he crossed the circle, the sword would drop (and Crowley would be demon toast with a side of marmalade). If Aziraphale moved, the sword would drop, and while the angel might avoid its cursed blade, the ancient sigils burned into the floor (his floor, thank you very much. It was a good thing demons didn’t believe in security deposits.) portended a Very Bad Outcome if they were to interact with the blade.

So what are we supposed to do? Sit here for eternity with Aziraphale’s memory wiped and me fretting like a nervous old lady?

Crowley paused. Actually, that was a well-thought punishment.

Damn Hell. Again.

“Well,” the angel sniffed, moving to adjust his waistcoat and then thinking better of it. “If you are going to insist it just sit here, you could be kind enough to offer some form of entertainment.”

Crowley’s eyes popped wide.

“Entertainment?”

“Yes,” Aziraphale continued, ignoring Crowley’s indignant tone. “A book or two would be most welcome, but lacking that perhaps a rousing debate on the comparative ethics of…”

Crowley snarled.

“Right. A story, then?”

“You - you want me to tell you a story?”

“Do you have a better idea?”

Yes.

“No, I suppose not,” Crowley sighed, kicking at the floor. Aziraphale wasn’t going anywhere, and if the angel was staying put, so was Crowley. At least until he thought of a way out of this whole mess.

“Fine, fine, just let me - “ With a snap of his fingers, a chair materialized just outside the binding circle. Crowley turned it around, longs legs straddling the back, arms perched on top.

He pushed his sunglasses up his face.

“Once upon a time - “

“Really, my dear boy,” Aziraphale scolded.

“What?”

“It’s a bit hackneyed, the opening.”

“A bit - “ Crowley gaped. “A bit hackneyed? This isn’t literature class, ang - gah. You’re getting what you pay for.”

“So it seems,” the angel muttered, discreetly wiping his palms on his pants.

“Anyway. Once up a time,” Crowley grinned at Aziraphale’s pained expression. “There was an angel and a demon…”

Crowley didn’t now how long he sat there, recounting the events of the past six thousand years - civilizations rising and falling, cities built and destroyed, humanity, eager and curious, pushing at the boundaries of the known. (Of all his demonic acts, he could never conjure quite as much guilt for the whole apple business as he would for anything else. Look at what the humans had done, after all!)

“Do they fall in love?”

“And then there was that whole business with the paintballs and you, I mean the angel - “ Crowley froze. “I’m sorry, what?”

Aziraphale worried at his lip.

“The way you talk about them, this demon and angel. The whole story seems like some kind of Regency romance.”

Crowley’s heart threatened to leap from his mouth.

“I - uh…don’t want to spoil the ending. I mean, I don’t know the ending. There is no ending, ha! That’s the great thing, it’s a story that keeps on going.” Crowley found sudden interest in the patterns on the floor. “Hopefully keeps going and if I could just - “ The blade shimmered in the moonlight. Crowley had talked into the night, maybe into several nights.

The glint of metal played across Aziraphale’s features.

“What do you think?”

“I couldn’t say.”

Aziraphale fixed him with a disappointed pout.

“Ahhhhhhh, fine,” he groaned, jumping to his feet. “I think, I hope, I mean I’d for - “

The angel giggled.

“This is your story, no reason to be embarrassed. You could say they were abducted by an overgrown cephalopod in roller-skates in the end, and no one would be the wiser, no one could argue with you.” Aziraphale tilted his head. “I mean, I would, it would be poor story-telling, but it’s your tale, my dear. You call the shots, as it were.”

It’s *our* tale, you stupid angel. And I can’t be the one to write the ending, not if it’s like this.

Crowley threw his arms up, hissing. “Ssssure. They fall in love. Live happily ever after. Get a cottage somewhere, by the sea and become horribly domestic, it’s cavity-inducing really. The demon finds some semblance of peace and the angel acceptance and it’s all lovely with flowers and a bloody red bow tied on at the end.” Dashed hope was a bitter elixir at the best of times. Crowley made a face, moving his tongue around his mouth, trying to rid himself of the sour aftertaste of having chugged a two-liter bottle of regret in one sentence.

“Please don’t move,” the demon whispered as Azirapahle made an aborted attempt to stand.

It was better this way, perhaps. Even if he was able to get the angel free, Crowley didn’t know if his memory would be restored and that might not…be a bad thing. No expectations, no guilt for fraternizing with a demon - Aziraphale could be happy, go back to his books, and Crowley would come around and bother him, drink wine with him, and bury every last emotion he had ever had towards the angel somewhere on Alpha Centauri.

If, if…he could get the angel free.

But the only way to free the angel was the angel himself.

And for that to happen, Aziraphale needed to remember.

“Crowley?”

The demon spun around. Aziraphale’s eyes, which had been clouded, a thick fog over a blue sky, were clear, an impossible shade of azure.

He smiled.

Light years away, hydrogen atoms fell, sucked into a dark, gravitational vortex from which they would never escape. Light years after, a small ball of light shone through the dusty, hazy aftermath.

And on Earth, for the first time in centuries, a demon felt hope.

legobiwan does whumptober

[maybieawriter]

Night Off | Shawn Mendes Fluff

Pairing: Shawn Mendes x Y/N 

Word Count: 3,200+ Warnings: summarized smut at the end Summary: Dad! Shawn and pregnant! y/n need a night to themselves ( Hi everyone, I apologize for the horrible ending! I couldn’t seem to write anything worth posting so I put a bit of summarized smut. I am not confident in my smut-writing-skills at all, so I kind of jumped around it. The ACE Family inspired me for this in the beginning too. Hope you enjoy this, even though I kept skipping things. 

Y/N woke up from the rain hitting the bedroom windows. The alarm clock on her nightstand reads “3:17 am.” She rubs her 30 week bump as she listens to the sound of rain in the drainage pipe along the roof. She thinks back to when her and Shawn used to cuddle on the couch and fall asleep to the pouring rain. His old apartment had the best view of the CN Tower and the Toronto skyline. She almost wishes that they still lived in that apartment just to watch the rain from the giant living room windows. However, after her and Shawn had been married for a few months, they both decided it was time to move to and live in a family sized home. So now, here they are 4 years later, in a suburban section of Toronto, not too far from his parents in Pickering.

As the rain continues to pour, Y/N feels the need to curl into Shawn’s arms. The baby in her belly was not kicking her at the moment so she was thankful for that. However, even if the baby started to kick, the feeling of Shawn’s hand on her belly calmed the baby. She turns to reach for him, but his side of the bed is empty. She quickly remembers that their 18 month old daughter, Ella, had woken them up earlier that same night. Shawn got up to calm her down and Y/N had fallen back asleep before he returned to bed. She honestly wondered if he ever made it back into your shared bedroom.

Slowly getting up, her hands instantly cradle her stomach. The bump was very prominent now, and getting up took a bit more effort. Yesterday was her 30 weeks mark, so she only has about 10 more weeks until number baby 2. Y/N started towards the hallway and went directly to Ella’s room. Her bedroom door was open half way, probably from when Shawn came in. She pushed the door open slightly as she walked in. The room was only lit up by a small unicorn night light plugged into the wall. Needless to say it was rather dark in the room, but Y/N could see just what she needed to. It was hard for Y/N to contain her laughter as she approaches Ella’s crib, due to the fact that Shawn was laying in the crib with Ella with his feet in the air, resting against the railing.

Y/N wanted to go back to her and Shawn’s room to grab her phone to take a picture. But, she stayed right next to the crib, gently leaning on the railing, watching her husband and daughter sleep in the crib.

She began to think of all the conversations she had with Shawn before Ella was born. Shawn always said that he would take time off from his music and touring to stay home with Y/N and raise their kids. And, it didn’t take long for Y/N to realize that he was being serious. Shawn hasn’t been on tour since before the first pregnancy was announced. Obviously the fans were upset, but he promised them that he was still making music while raising his family.

Ella stirred in her sleep and moved further away from her dad. Y/N took this opportunity to wake up Shawn, but she didn’t want to startle him. Her hand moves through his long brown curls, slightly scratchy his scalp to wake him. It didn’t take much of that before Shawn’s eyes opened only to see his wife staring at him inside of their daughters crib. Clearly he didn’t realize that he fell asleep after laying with her. He looks over at Ella and then back at Y/N, and motions for her to move away from the crib so he can get out. Slowly and carefully, he makes it out of the crib and sighs. Y/N pulls him into a hug and doesn’t move, she just holds him until he is ready to leave Ella’s room. She could tell that he didn’t mind staying in her crib, but Y/N knew that his back would be hurting the next day. She takes his hand to lead him back to the bedroom, quietly shutting Ella’s door on their way out. Once the couple makes it back to their bed, Shawn is more awake and wants to cuddle with his wife. He pulls her against his chest and places a hand on her stomach, his thumb moving across her skin.

He buries his head into her neck and mumbles, “she wouldn’t stop crying. I think she had a bad dream. Climbing in her crib felt like the only option.” She knows that Shawn is trying to reason with her.

“I would have done the same thing,” Y/N whispers to him softly.

“How’s the other little one doing?” He asks while rubbing your belly a bit more than before.

“Quiet, which is okay because that means he’s not kicking.”

Shawn immediately perks up, leaning on his elbow, “He? What makes you think it’s a boy?”

“I don’t know,” Y/N chuckles. “I just have a feeling.”

At this point, Shawn has already started thinking all of the possible things he can do with his son. Teaching him how to play guitar or how to play soccer or hockey. Ella hasn’t yet started her guitar lessons with Shawn yet, but he gets more excited the older she gets, so he can finally teach her. Shawn was the best father to Ella. He sings to her almost every night, reads to her as much as possible and is almost always on diaper duty.

“You have a feeling, huh? Well what if I think it’s another girl?” Shawn says back to his wife.

“I wouldn’t mind having another girl. I just think this one is a boy. We only have 10 more weeks to go. Hopefully he or she will come early, give me a break.” Y/N says. When she was pregnant with Ella, she was 8 days late. They are both hoping that this baby won’t take as long to arrive.

“I kind of hope it’s a boy too. Just to even it out I guess,” Shawn laughs.

“Oh don’t lie, you want another girl,” Y/N smirks at him.

Shawn looks at her, knowing she’s right and he doesn’t want to admit it. As his head falls into his pillow, he mumbles “ughhhhhhh why are you always right.”

“I’m your wife, I’m always right.” She starts to comb through Shawn’s hair, it messy and needs a wash, but it’s hard to shower with an 18 month old on the loose.

With his face still in the pillow he asks, “can we bring Ella to my parents for a night or two? I really want you to myself before the baby comes. And, to be honest, Ella is kind of a cock blocker.”

It takes everything in Y/N not to laugh out loud, knowing if she does she will wake up Ella down the hall. “Sure babe, I’ll call Mom in the morning. We should get some sleep though, Ella will be up in a few hours.”

He turns onto his back again, lifting his arm to allow her to curl against his side, her leg wrapping over him. “Well then we better get to sleep,” he says looking down at her, his curls still a wild mess. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Y/N says back to him, staring right into his eyes. She rests her head back on his chest, letting sleep consume them both.

In the morning, Shawn wakes up before Y/N and Ella. Shawn turns his head and sees Y/N still sleeping soundly, the baby in her belly most likely sleeping too. He glances at the clock, reading 7:09 am, and knows it’s only a matter of time before Ella wakes up. As much as he wants to stay in bed with Y/N all day, he gets up slowly and carefully not wanting to wake his wife up.

Shawn moves slowly to the bedroom door, avoiding the areas of the floor where is gets creaky when someone walks on it. He opens it, quickly slides out of the room, and gently shuts it behind him. He makes his way down the short hallway do his daughters bedroom, pressing his ear against the door to hear her if she is awake. He can hear her fussing a bit, so he knows she is about to cry or shout soon. He enters her room with a smile and sees that she is just waking up. Her brown curly hair a complete mess after her slumber, and her cheeks pink as ever. Leaning over her crib, Ella’s eyes immediately go to her dad. Instantly her arms dart up with the cutest chubby graby-hand motion. He chuckles down at her and reaches in to pull her out. Wanting her to remain quiet, he uses a very quiet voice, “good morning sweet pea, how did you sleep?”

Ella, who can only babble, replies with a soft “ahhhhhhh” to her dad.

“Oh really, that well huh?” He questions her jokingly, placing her down on the changing table. “I think you only slept so good because daddy got in your crib with you. Isn’t that right?”

She only makes small squeaks to respond to him while he changes her diaper.

After Shawn changers Ella, he carries her downstairs into the kitchen and sets her in the highchair. The whole time Shawn tries to buckle her into the seat, Ella keeps squeezing Shawn’s fingers, not wanting to let him go yet.

“Ella, you gotta let go of daddy now,” Shawn begins to say in his best baby voice. “I need to make you and mommy some breakfast.”

Of course Ella has no idea what her dad is saying, but she smiles and lets go of his fingers, giggling in the process. While Shawn is busy making breakfast, he talks to Ella about the new song he’s been writing about Y/N. He knows that she can’t understand, but her responsive baby cheers make it seem like she does. One of Ella’s cheers is loud enough to wake up Y/N upstairs, Shawn quickly shushing her.

Y/N sits up in bed instantly wondering why her daughter was squealing so loudly, and then she noticed her husband is missing from their bed. She raises from the bed slowly, and walks into the bathroom. Now that she’s awake that means the baby in her belly will be awake. After freshening up, Y/N heads downstairs making her way to the kitchen. Stepping into the bright room, she sees her husband sitting on the stool next to their daughters highchair. Ella hands are covered in smooshed banana, cheerios are all over the floor, and her face is slightly red from the strawberries Shawn cut up for her.

Ella notices her mother walk into the room, her arms immediately reach for her as she lets out more squeals. “Good morning honey,” Y/N giggles at Ella as she walks over to them. Shawn hands instinctively go to Y/N’s belly gently caressing it. Ella laughs in response to her mother. Y/N turns to Shawn, leaning on him a bit, “and good morning to you, handsome.”

Shawn blushes a bit before kissing her. “Good morning, beautiful” he gushes to Y/N. “I made you breakfast too,” he admits pointing at the countertop to her toast, eggs and glass of orange juice.

“Thank you,” she smiles at him, leaning down for another quick kiss. Ella lets out a small yell to announce that she is done with her breakfast.

Shawn nods to Y/N, “I’ll keep Ella occupied while you have breakfast.” He removes Ella’s highchair tray and sets it near the sink, then picks her up. The parents laugh and a few cheerios fall off of Ella as she is lifted from the seat, causing her to let out a few giggles too.

“I’ll call mom once I’m done. What time should I tell her?”

“4:30,” Shawn responds. “I’m taking you to dinner, we’ll go after we drop Ella off.”

Y/N’s call with Shawn’s mother is mostly filled with Karen being excited to see her granddaughter. Y/N laughs at Karen a bit because she saw Ella 5 days ago. “So we will drop her off around 4:30 pm and pick her up around 11:00 am tomorrow morning, is that alright?”

“Anytime, you can take as long as you’d like. I’ll let Manny know. See you soon hun.” Karen rushes to get the already clean house prepared for Ella, quickly hanging up on Y/N.

The day went by fast as Ella was excited to see her grandparents again. They always spoiled her a little too much, but isn’t that what grandparents are for? Before they knew it, it was time to leave. Shawn puts Ella in the carseat and jumps into the driver’s seat, seeing Y/N already settled in the passenger’s seat next to him, silently rubbing her belly. The drive to Manny and Karen’s house is only about 25 minutes so they managed to sing along with a few songs on the radio. Ella of course screaming the lyrics that she really doesn’t know. As they pull up the driveway, Shawn noticeably perks up in his seat, making Y/N laugh.

“What’s got you all excited?”

“We are about to drop off Ella and actually have a night to ourselves again. I think I’m more than a little excited,” Shawn replies as he parks the car.

“Well you’re gonna have to contain your excitement until we get home, love. I don’t think that your parents would appreciate us using their driveway to have car sex. Plus I can barely move in here,” Y/N smirks at him, unbuckling herself.

Shawn stops all movement to look at his wife, “don’t tempt me.” Her eyes widen and he gives her a quick kiss by leaning over the center console. Shawn grabs Ella from her carseat while Y/N grabs her overnight bag. The second that Manny opens the door Ella screams in joy and reaches out for him. Manny quickly takes Ella from Shawn before she inadvertently jumps out of his arms.

Karen, Manny, Y/N and Shawn make small talk about Ella for a few minutes before Karen says, “alright you two, we’ve got it from here. Go and enjoy a night out and we will see you tomorrow morning.” Of course the young parents listen to her, but not before smothering Ella in kisses and hugs.

Shawn gives his daughter another sloppy kiss on the cheek, using his baby voice, “mommy and daddy will see you tomorrow okay, lovebug.”

Ella giggles and says, “bye daddy. Bye mommy.”

As much as Y/N and Shawn want a night out, they know they will miss Ella. Making their way back to the bar, Shawn lifts Y/N up in a bridal pose and carries her the rest of the way to the car. Y/N takes the small opportunity to kiss his neck, as he places her in the passenger seat.

“Baby, you shouldn’t do that right now, because I will take you right here in my parents driveway if I have to,” Shawn whimpers to Y/N.

-   skipping dinner    -

Back at home Shawn and Y/N decide on a movie to watch. The house is quiet without Ella’s giggles bouncing off the walls. Shawn and Y/N curl up on the couch, her legs on-top of his, and his arm around her, and opposite hand on her belly. Shawn had picked the movie “Baywatch” which has plenty of humor in it. However, half-way through Y/N notices the lead actresses are very pretty, and very thin. Before Y/N was pregnant with both Ella and baby number 2, she wasn’t skinny. Her realistic body type is what lured Shawn to her, but now she wonders if Shawn would want her to slim down after the baby is born. Shawn notices after a few minutes that Y/N is quieter than normal, he pauses the movie, causing her attention to go to him.

“Why’d you pause it?” Y/N worries.

“Why are you so quiet? You are never this quiet during a movie,” Shawn ponders while moving closer to her, even those she’s basically on-top of him already.

Y/N sighs knowing Shawn won’t stop pestering her until she answers his question. “I just….I just feel like I’m not attractive anymore,” Y/N lets out. She starts to get teary eyed, “having another baby is going to be great, but I feel like you’re not going to think i’m hot or sexy after I give birth.”

Shawn’s sadness immediately shows, he’s upset that his wife is self-conscious. His arms wrap around her tighter as tears start to fall, letting her bury her face into his neck. “Baby,” Shawn whispers. “I would never in my life think that you are unattractive. You are the most beautiful and sexy woman in the world to me. I never want you to think that I don’t completely adore you.” He pauses for a minute, getting a little choked up. Y/N pulls her face out of Shawn’s neck, leaving it wet with tears, and rests her forehead against his. “You are carrying our second child, of course your body is going to change, but my love for you isn’t going to. I will never think your body isn’t sexy because you’ve had my children. You are -”

Before he can finish, Y/N cuts him off with a steamy kiss. Her arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer and moving so she is straddling him. Shawn’s massive hands run over her butt, gently squeezing them to make her moan.

Y/N pulls away slightly whimpering, “I love you.” “I love you so much Shawn, thank you.” She doesn’t even let her breathless husband speak before pulling him in for another kiss. A mini-makeout session starts and within a few moments, both Shawn and Y/N are without shirts.

Shawn pulls back for a moment to catch his breath, “I love you too, and I plan on showing you how much I love you tonight and everyday for the rest of our lives.” Y/N’s face turns a deep red, her hands moving to pull his face to meet hers again. Things move quickly as Shawn carries Y/N to the bedroom, laying her down on their king-size bed. Clothes are removed and thrown across the room. Shawn hadn’t recently seen Y/N’s chest, which is slightly larger than usual due to the pregnancy. “Oh baby,” Shawn moans lips against her chest within an instant. Let’s just say that Y/N and Shawn’s whimpers, moans, and groans were heard by the neighbors until they both past out around 1:00 am from exhausting each other out.

Waking up to a quiet house is rare, so sleeping in was no issue for Shawn and Y/N. Around 9:30 am, Shawn woke up to soft snores coming from his wife, who was practically on top of him. Their intertwined legs meant he couldn’t move, but he didn't care. Being this close to his wife, without a raging 18-month old in the house felt amazing. He stares at her while she remains asleep, wondering how he got so lucky.

[whatarubberchicken]

Day 19 (December 19th) - Holly

(continued from Day 6 – Gift Wrap, Day 10 – Blanket, and Day 11 - Scarf)

Ladybug waited with bated breath as Chat Noir (Adrien!!) looked at the scarf. He looked up at her, then back down to the scarf, and then back up to her again.

“Marinette?” he asked quietly. She nodded. He sucked in a deep breath and then started pacing frantically, muttering to himself.

She could relate! She was pretty sure she was in shock, otherwise she’d be joining him over there!

After a minute, he stopped and looked at her again, as though to reassure himself that she was still there. Ladybug waved. Chat blinked, and brought his hand up to his mouth, biting down on his knuckle.

Then he emitted what could only be described as a mini-scream. Like he didn’t want to alarm anyone, but couldn’t quite hold it all inside. Ladybug nodded; she could empathize. She was about two seconds away from a mental breakdown herself.

“Marinette? You’re Marinette. I mean, of course you’re Marinette—this makes so much sense,” he babbled. “You’re amazing and smart and clever and brave and—ahhhhhhh!”

He let out that little mini-scream again. It was kinda cute, and Ladybug was thinking about stealing it. She was about due for her own freak-out here.

Chat was staring at her again, and still biting his knuckle. He looked torn. Oh, what she wouldn’t give to be able to read his thoughts right now!!

He appeared to come to a decision and let out a long, shuddering breath. Ladybug reflexively clutched the little box he’d given her. Whatever he said next—

“I take it back.”

She blinked. “Huh?” He gulped and glanced down at the box in her hands, then back up to her face.

Oh. He wanted his ring back. Of course. That was understandable. She was no longer just his beloved, fearless partner. She was his classmate, who he saw trip over her own feet on a daily basis and who couldn’t formulate a complete sentence in his presence.

Still, it hurt a bit, she thought, clutching the box one last time. He’d just been saying such nice things about her and then—

“I take it back,” he repeated. “That is an engagement ring!”

“WHAT?!” Ladybug nearly fell over in shock.

“Yeah,” Chat said, nodding, his eyes wide and frantic. “And I want you to wear it—all day, every day—and marry me, and date me, and kiss me—wait, that’s not the right order—umm….” He was babbling again.

She burst out laughing. “Chat, you dork!” Geez, he’d really given her a scare there!

“I’m being serious!” he insisted. He bit his lip and started muttering again. “Oh, this is bad. This is very, very bad!”

Aaand the hurt was back.

“It’s not that bad that I’m Marinette, is it?” she asked quietly.

“Are you kidding me? It’s awful!” he cried, his eyes wild again. “Ladybug is distant and untouchable, but Marinette has people asking her out all the time!!”

“What?! No, I don’t!”

He gave her a flat stare. “Nino. Luka.”

“That is two guys in the space of a year,” she said, unimpressed.

“Nathaniel.”

“He was akumatized!”

“Theo.”

“He—WHAT?! What are you talking about?”

“Oh, um… nevermind,” Chat said, looking uneasy.

“Besides, you’re one to talk!” she shot back, gesturing to him. “Adrien Agreste has girls stalking him all the time!”

“What?! No, I don’t!”

“Adrien,” she said, giving him the same flat stare he’d just given her. “You have a bodyguard.”

“That was not my idea!”

“And I seem to recall an incident where we had to go to the movies in disguise,” she added, folding her arms.

“Haha, yeah, that was fun—Hey!” His eyes lit up and he looked her up and down. “I’ve seen Ladybug’s pajamas!” he said gleefully.

“Dork,” Ladybug said, shaking her head. The smirk didn’t leave his face. “You’re imagining my hair in that towel, aren’t you?”

Chat nodded shamelessly.

“Ugh, I’m out,” she groaned, flinging her yoyo.

“Hey, wait!!” he cried, chasing her onto the rooftops. She kept going, leading him on a merry chase through town, hoping to lose him.

Problem was, he was just as magically-powered as she was, and he loved to hunt her.

“Chat!” she finally said, whirling around on a rooftop to face him. “As much as I like to spend time with you, I need to go have my own freak-out about our identities—”

“Go ahead!” he said cheerfully, slinging his baton across his shoulders.

“—and I’d really rather not have you there.”

“Aww,” he pouted. “Why not?”

“There’s going to be lots of screaming.”

“That’s understandable,” he nodded. Then he paused. “Wait, no it’s not! You’ve never had a problem with me before! Is… is Adrien bad?” He asked uncertainly, his eyes big and pouty.

Ladybug barely refrained from screaming.

I feel like I just kicked a kitten.

“No, Adrien, you’re not bad,” she said through gritted teeth.

“Okay, so what’s the problem?”

She sucked in her breath, and then… she couldn’t take it anymore. She let out the little mini-scream. Chat blinked at her, and then laughed.

“I think I know what to get you next year. You sound like a tea-kettle!”

“You’re one to talk!” she burst out.

“So, matching tea kettles, then?” he asked hopefully.

Ladybug stared at him in disbelief.

Oh my God, I’m gonna marry this dork.

And speaking of…. She held out the jewelry box he’d given her. “I still can’t accept this.”

Chat panicked. “Nooooo!” he cried, pushing the box back towards her.

“Nope,” she said decisively. “We haven’t had a proper date, or a proper first kiss, and that proposal was terrible, by the way, I want something waaay more romantic—”

“So, let’s fix that!” he said eagerly, darting away. Ladybug stared after him in bewilderment, especially when he came back clutching a tiny green plant in his hand.

“First kiss under the mistletoe!” he said proudly, holding it above their heads. “That’s romantic, right?”

She bit back a smile.

Yup, I am so gonna marry this dork.

She leaned in and gave him a soft, sweet kiss on the lips. When she pulled back, he had the dopiest smile on his face. Ladybug giggled a little.

“Chat,” she said, stepping away. “That’s holly.”

His smile disappeared. “Oh. –Wait a minute! Then why did you kiss me?! LADYBUG?!”

But she was already swinging away.

 ...End.

[rootbeergoddess]

Yondu’s Baby

@athena83 wanted some Yondu x Reader fluff so I wrote this adorable fic in which the reader has Yondu’s baby. If you like this fan of this, you can get a commission from me and leave me a tip.

“There, did you feel it?”

Kraglin’s eyes went wide as the baby kicked. You smiled as he rubbed your stomach, feeling the small child within you. This was new to him. Ravagers didn’t have babies normally. Granted, Kraglin and Yondu weren’t normal Ravagers. He leaned forward, placing his ear close to your belly button.

“I feel it!” He said. “Holy shit, it’s really in there!”

“Yep,” You smiled. “And they’re kicking up a storm.”

“Is it gonna be a girl or a boy?” Kraglin sounded giddy.

“Doctor said a girl,” You rubbed your belly. “You’re going to be an uncle Kraglin. How do you like the sound of that?”

“An uncle? Me?”

“Hey, what’s all this?”

Yondu entered the room, plastic bags in his hand. Normally, Kraglin would be on his feet with a Ravager salute but he was still listening to the baby. Yondu wore a scowl but it vanished quickly and was replaced with a smile. He couldn't be angry.

“Boss, I felt it! I felt the baby!” Kraglin sounded like a child. “She’s moving and everything!”

“Yeah, babies do that,” Yondu said. “Help me wit the groceries boy.”

Kraglin got up and took some of the plastic bags. You had only asked for ice cream so you weren’t sure what the rest of the bags were for. Surely, one tub of ice cream didn’t fill up six shopping bags. You went to get up from your chair but Yondu ran over to you, taking your hand.

“Ye don’t need to stand up,” He said gently. “If you need something, lemme get it fer ya.”

“Yondu, we’ve been over this. I’m pregnant, not dying.”

“You’re not just pregnant. Youse pregnant with mah baby,” Yondu made you sit down. “And that means ya gotta take it easy.”

Never in a million years did you think Yondu Udonta would be such a worrywart. The man who helped kill a Celestial was worrying over you. The elderly Centaurian who had a whistle that could kill a fleet of men was protective over his little, Terran wife. A younger Yondu would have denied it, saying he didn’t show affection. Ravagers weren’t supposed to be soft and weak. Now, Yondu openly admitted that he cared. He said he was too old for the macho bullshit act.

In all honesty, Yondu hadn’t seemed like your type. The two of you had worked on a job before and you thought that would be the end of it. Ravagers weren’t fans of bounty hunters. A month after the first job, Yondu gave you a call, asking if you wanted to work together again. Credits were credits so you agreed. After that, he kept calling. A year later, you decided to just join his crew. You told yourself it was for the money. Of course, that had been a lie. Once Taserface had engaged the mutiny, you knew where your priorities were.

Now, you were pregnant with Yondu’s baby. When you told Yondu and showed him the sonogram, he almost started crying. Since then, he waited on your hand and foot. There were times where you felt like you were being needy, asking for snacks or something to entertain yourself but Yondu didn’t mind. He would have kidnapped Nova Prime for you. It was overwhelming.

“Yondu, we’re not having this conversation again,” You stood up. “Besides, my legs are cramping up. I’ve been sitting for too long.”

“But--” Yondu began.

“No buts,” You stretched. “Ah, that’s much better.”

“Cantcha sit down just a bit longer?” Yondu fretted.

“Oh my god, Kraglin tell your boss to stop treating me like a child,” You said, walking over to the groceries. “You know I just asked for ice cream.”

“Well yeah but they was having a sale on them cookies yew like. The black ones with the icing in ‘em.”

“Oreos?” You asked, reaching into the bags. “Yondu, you bought four bags of them.”

“I tolda ya, they were on sale,” Yondu shrugged. “Also got you some gummy worms.”

“You bought five bags of those.”

“They were also on sale.”

You were pretty sure Yondu was lying. You had been with him long enough to know when he was hiding the truth. Part of you enjoyed this extra attention and another part of you hated it. Was Yondu overdoing it? Yes, in a big way. You understood why he was doing it. He wanted to keep you happy and he wanted to make sure the baby was happy too. It wasn’t like you didn’t want the baby to healthy either but you didn’t want Yondu stretching himself to thin. He had a job to do as well. If he wasn’t focused, what would happen?

“Kraglin, could you give us a second?” You asked the first mate.

Kraglin nodded before leaving the room.

“Yondu, you know you don’t have to do all this right?” You said.

“I dunno watchu talkin’ about.” Yondu gruffed.

“I know you want me to be happy,” You continued, going up to him. “And I appreciate all the effort. But I don’t need so many sweets.”

There was a pause. You hated it when there was silence between you two. That meant he was thinking. Sometimes, when he thought, he got caught up in his own mind.

“I just don’t wanna fuck this up,” He finally said. “I’ve never done this before.”

“Neither have I baby,” You wrapped your arms around him. “I’m new to this too.”

“Yeah, but youse ain’t me. I didn’t have a conventional childhood. You had a normal Terran upbringing.”

“For the most part,” You turned Yondu around to face you. “But that doesn’t mean having a baby doesn’t scare me.”

“Still,” Yondu cupped your face. “I’m a fuckup. I’m a natural at it.”

“We all are honey,” You kissed his fingers. “Just know that we’re going to do this together. You’re not alone.”

“I know,” Yondu pressed his forehead to yours. “I love you babygirl.”

“I love you too.”

“AHHHHHHH!”

Yondu winced slightly as Y/N screamed and squeezed his hand. The baby was coming early. The little bugger was supposed to be due in two weeks but here they were in the hospital.

“C’mon baby, breathe,” Yondu wiped away sweat from her brow. “You can do this.”

Y/N started her breathing again, straining and sweating as she pushed. Kraglin was no help, having already passed out in a chair. It was up to Yondu and the doctors to get this baby out.

“I see a head. Keep pushing!” The doctor shouted.

“I can’t!” Y/N whimpered.

“Yes, you can baby, push!” Yondu squeezed her hand.

Y/N exhaled before grunting, pushing as hard as she could. As she did, crying was heard. The doctor pulled the baby out, holding the screaming infant carefully in his hand. Yondu was in awe. He watched as they cut the umbilical cord and cleaned off the child, he couldn’t believe it. That baby was his. After months of hanging out in Y/N’s stomach, their baby was finally here.

“Congratulations, it’s a girl!” The doctor handed the baby over to Y/N.

The baby’s cries became softer as Y/N held her. Her skin was a pale blue color yet she had her mother’s hair color. The baby continued to cry until she opened up her eyes and looked at her parents. Slowly, her cries vanished and she was quiet, silently looking at them. Yondu wanted to cry. Their baby was perfect. He couldn’t believe how tiny she was. Grinning, he reached over with his finger and caressed her face.

“Hey there ya lil’ bugger,” Yondu said. “I’m yer daddy.”

“Yondu, she’s beautiful,” Y/N sniffed. “I can’t believe it. She’s here.”

“We did it babe,” Yondu kissed Y/N’s head. “I’m proud of you.”

“You better be. That was hard work,” Y/N giggled. “But was worth it.”

“Totally worth it.”

“Okay, the camera’s on!” Y/N said. “Alright, look the camera guys.”

Baby Azure sat on her father’s lap, happily sucking on her hand. Kraglin was crouched down on the floor, hiding his face. Azure smiled as Kraglin uncovered his face and she laughed. Kraglin grinned as he hid again.

“Where’s Krags? Here he is!” Kraglin declared.

Azure gurgled, clapping her hands. Yondu, of course, was smiling like mad. Being a father was both exciting and terrifying. The ship had already been baby proofed but Yondu doubled checked everything daily. He would die before he let anything happen to his darling baby girl. While Azure was still mostly eating mushy foods, Yondu double pureed her baby food just to be safe. His sleeping schedule was somewhat erratic due to the fact he woke up and ran down the hall just to check on his daughter.

Azure was a doll. She cried but only when she was hungry or in need of changing. She was content to just sit on your lap and cuddle. She was slightly messy when it came to eating but Yondu joked is was her Ravager instinct kicking in. Azure was also very loving and one of her favorite people was Kraglin. Lucky for her, the feeling was mutual. Kraglin took his role as the uncle very seriously. If Y/N or Yondu were too busy, Kraglin took over. He’d feed her, change her diapers, play with her, do everything he needed to keep her happy.

Azure reached towards Kraglin. Kraglin took her and laid down on his back, holding the baby up in the air. Happily, Azure cooed and giggled.

“Lookit, she’s flying! Ain’t that something?” Kraglin smiled up at Azure.

“So as you can see, Azure is growing up fast,” Y/N said. “She enjoys playing with her daddy and Uncle Krags. She’s gotten bigger, she’s learning how to crawl and she’s just being a good girl. Azure, can you say hi to Peter?”

Azure looked towards the camera. Kraglin sat up and held her up.

“Hiya Pete!” Kraglin spoke in a funny voice. “I miss ya! Come back and visit me!”

“You heard her, come back soon Peter, she misses you!” Y/N said before turning off the camera. “And that’s a wrap. Whose ready for lunch?”

“I am! I’m ready for some cute baby!” Kraglin started kissing Azure’s face. “Nom nom nom!”

Azure squealed in delight, gurgling as Kraglin showered her with kisses. Yondu’s smile continued to grow as he watched them. So this was what he it was like to have a baby. There was a hard work and sleepless nights but Yondu realized he enjoyed being a father. He enjoyed having a family in general. Was it sentiment? Probably. He was too old to care about showing feelings. It was exhausting to keep up a facade.

“Penny for your thoughts captain?” Y/N sat down on his lap.

“Just thinkin’ about how goddamn happy I am,” Yondu wrapped his arms around Y/N’s waist. “I gots a lovely lady, a nice family. My life is fuckin’ perfect.”

Y/N smiled and watched as Kraglin continued to shower Azure with kisses. The baby’s smile was huge and she giggled with glee.

“Yeah, this is the life isn’t it?” Y/N said, leaning back.

“It sure is,” Yondu kissed his lover’s cheek. “I love you.”

“Really? You love little old me?” Y/N turned around to face him. “Well guess what? I love you too!”

“Hey, what about us?” Kraglin asked.

“Gah!” Azure exclaimed.

“Yes, I love you too Kraglin and my little bundle of joy,” Y/N giggled.

“You better love us. Epsically Azure. Since ya’ll made her.”

“C’mon Kraglin, you can be our son!” Yondu pushed Y/N off his lap. “C’mere boy!”

“Y/N, help. He’s being weird again.” Kraglin held Azure up in defense.

Azure reached out to her father. Yondu chuckled and took her. He gave his daughter a kiss on the cheek and she smiled.

“How about I make us all some lunch?” Y/N got up. “We can have a nice little family lunch.”

“I like the sound of that.” Yondu said.

He wrapped his arm around his lover, gave her a kiss and let her lead the way to the kitchen.

[xxcowardicexx]

Dream (Day 8)

*i was steadily coming back to consciousness, i was rather warm compared to earlier. i began slowly opening my eyes, in front of me the fire was burning a low slow burn. The fire’s light reflected off the cave’s natural emeraldesk walls. I could still feel her arm wrapped around my stomach, my ears folded down.*

*She did so much for me, I felt so worthless. i hung my head slightly at all the memories, from when she pulled me up from that pond. Watching over me through all those hours of the night, laying with me to help me not have a heatstroke from the fever or kicking it from hypothermia. Constantly hunting out game for not just her, but myself as well. I definitely didn’t ask for her help.... but without her, i probably wouldn't be around right now and that much I was extremely grateful for. There was a lot to make up for, and i had a few ideas on what i could do to make things a little bit easier for her here...* 

*I listened quietly, her breathing was that of almost a slight snore. Which made me smirk slightly. At least she was getting some well deserved sleep, but then my smirk left. Now i had to try and sneak my way out from under her embrace and not wake her. I started thinking, i brought my paw up to my chin when i realized i WAS a furry. I shifted my tail up to her arm, and softly pushed it up off my side as i used my right arm to pull her wrist up. It allowed me enough room to slither my way from under her arm. As I did so i lowered her arm down to her side.*

*Her blackish grey fur was soft, I sighed quietly. Her beauty was quiet remarkable. As she laid on the bed of thick moss, the fire flickered over her. It’s amber and orange hues played along the grey ends of her fur giving her a outline that shined in a way i couldn’t really put it into words its almost like she eclipsed the sun. I slowly sat up, my body was in knots. With a small scoot, i picked myself up moved slightly closer to the fire off of the bed of grass. She didn’t wake which was a small relief, because surely if i woke her without a good reason she would be upset. Hmm... if she awoke and i wasnt there she probably wouldnt be happy either, or as warm as she was for that matter...*

*Thinking, I lightly grabbed the part of the bed of moss i was laying on and covered her with it. It seems with my weight it compressed it all together making it like a makeshift blanket. Lightly tucking her in from my sitting down position my joints wanted to fight me, seems that the cold has put some stress on my body. I turned to try and slowly crawl a little bit closer to the fire when my back popped audibly, it made me wince in more than one way. Physically because it send a jolt down my spine, and mentally as i slowly looked over my shoulder at the fact she was still asleep. With a slight sigh i slowly stood.* 

*I stepped lightly across the floor towards the waterfall entrance, my right foot was feeling much better. Still sore, but much better. I stopped against the stone wall that was the entrance of the waterfall. I watched outside. The snow was still falling, the wind had calmed down a considerable amount from the day before. The sun was rising? I couldn’t really tell what time it was of the day other than it was earlyish. I took a couple steps away out into the snow to the closest tree. I shivered as i touched the bark of the old oak.*

*I grabbed the tree with both arms, i held onto it with as much strength i could bracing my upper body with the tree. I moved my left leg carefully shifting the angle of my hips, twisting my spine. My ears folded down from the sound of my disks popping, it sounded like branches breaking... Slowly oh so slowly... i moved my foot back and moved my right leg the same way, popping my back the rest of the way. It was painful at first, my legs were weak for the moment, then were better as i stood.*  

“ahhhhhhh” i sighed lightly

“mmmmm” i heard deeply inside 

*???* 

*i frowned. looking around making sure there wasn’t anything about.*

Whats wrong? Can’t i enjoy the stretches too? 

*-_- Must have been that being inside of me* 

I am you after all 

*With a sigh i continued popping all the joints i could. Holding my hand on my elbow, holding my arm at 90 degrees vertical and slamming it strait releasing an audible pop. Rotating my shoulders and popping my shoulder blades. I bent over, and touched my toes popping the lowest part of my back, right near my tail bone. I then moved to the feet, just rotating them until the pressure releases. I didn’t know how to pop my knees.. so i moved my back against the tree and began to pop my wrists, and my fingers in more than one way. I each one from the base away from the palm, then i grabbed each finger in the middle joint and bent them sideways.*

“*slight gasp* Ew~* i herd

* I looked up  and around and saw Beautiful leaning against the cave entrance slightly appalled but intrigued as i moved from my little dewclaw to the next, popping it sideways as well. She cringed as she saw bend in a way that she clearly didn’t like to see. I smirked at her reaction, I was used to it.* 

“How can you do that?!” she watched in slight disgust, then moving down to try and make her claws do the same, wincing in pain as hers wouldn’t.

*chuckling* “ I’m double jointed in all of my fingers, even my thumbs” I said popping my middle finger sideways in a way that showed that it clearly wasn’t supposed to. 

“EW~ stop thats gross!” she exclaimed slightly looking away. 

*laughing now she looked at me as i finished popping my fingers.” 

“You done yet?!” she said impatiently with her arms crossed.

*With a insanely large smile, i looked at her knowing i had saved the best for last. It was my favorite thing to pop. With a slight chuckle*

“Not yet” i said cooly

“Hmph.” she said disapointedly

*I turned my head sideways, Putting my chin 90 degrees to the left above my shoulder, she looked at me weirdly. I than snapped my chin to the other side. The sound sounded like a gun rapid firing as stopped pretty much at the same angle on the opposite side.*

“OH EW, EW” she said in horror

*i then slung my chin the other way, pretty much making the same sound on the return. it causes her to shiver and look away revolted* 

“DONT DO THAT!!! YOU’LL BREAK YOUR NECK LIKE THAT” she shouted at me

“ Maybe one day, but that doesn’t seem to be today~ tehe” i said back smiling.  

“Anyways, how long have you been standing there?” i inquired. 

*slowly she looks back at me slightly nervously* 

“enough to know you have a nice ass.” she said quietly

*I laughed*

“Trust me, your’s probably looks better” i said as I started walking back

*She looked up at me aggravatedly*

“Ok ok, no probably about it~ Though... i’ve never seen my own ass before.” i said holding my hand up slightly

*she rolled her eyes and smirked at me* 

“just shut up already and get inside”  she said turning around walking back into the cave. 

*by the time I got into the cave she was sitting on the bed of moss, still kinda grossed out i guessed. she had her ears down.* 

*I walked over to her, and sat down on the dirt next to the fire* 

*she sighed a heavy sigh, I cocked my head to the side as i looked at her* 

“whats up?” I looked at her confused

*she was looking at the ground at first, then looked at me like i was an idiot.*

“O-oh nothing, just a little.. hungry. thats all” she said looking back down to the floor.

*My ears shot up, I looked around for my fishing spear as i stood. She looked at me.* 

“whats up?” she asked concerned. 

“You’re hungry, I should go get you some food then..” I looked at her with the smile equivalent of a “cat face emoji” 

*her ears perked up* 

*i saw my spear sitting in the corner and walked over to it.  I Picked it up and turned around. her face seemed like it lit up, her ears and tail were strait up and her tail was swishing in anticipation* 

“C-could you get a couple rabbits? I know i said i was hungry but i did eat two fish last night, so you don’t have to rush or anything... But some rabbit does sound pretty good.” she said looking at me with different eyes. I closed my eyes and smiled a big smile. 

“you can count on me!” i replied holding up a paw with a thumbs up 

*i started making my way to the exit of the waterfall, when i herd her call out*

“Hey!”

* I turned around and looked at her*

“Yeah?”

“B-be careful out there” she said timidly

“ I will, you rest up and stay warm now you hear?” 

*she giggled* “Fine, whatever~” she said as she laid down on the bed of moss next to the slow burning fire.

*as i exited the cave i sniffled through my runny nose, and sneezed, then snorted slightly. Finding them by scent wasn’t going to work. Seems that my nose was still recovering from almost freezing to death. But rabbits live in holes they burrow into the ground. So if i find some bushes with berries on them, then they shouldn’t be too far away i guessed.*

* began thinking about berries. I’ve had some. I know i had. Where? thinking back as i was walking away that i realized that I had some not long after entering this dream realm.. which was like over an hour walk after climbing that waterfall the opposite way i was walking. *

*I walked a slightly longer route around the far side of the waterfall, it was less steep and had some small thinner trees ( though covered in ice) to help me climb the hill.*

*after climbing the edge i began following the creek, my breath was a visible cloud as climbed the frozen landscape*

*I remembered all these trees from when i first walked by. Their leaves had fallen, branches covered in snow and icicles. there was no sound of birds singing their song in the trees. I heard the crunching of the snow underpaw,  there wasn’t much really going on. I eventually found the snowcovered bush of red berries. I picked a few and tried to eat one. Frozen solid. I spit it out in fear of it lowering my body temperature. But i was now taking each step slowly, lightly, and quietly. I had my spear set and ready to cast.*

* in my mind i was already saying thanks. I was creeping around the higher bushes and low foliage. after a few minutes I heard the skittering of small paws in the underbrush. I squinted my eyes and looked at the shrubbery. it was moving. I cast it ahead of where was going. There was a squee from the landing. *

* i walked over and picked  the spear up. It was a fat fluffy cotton tail rabbit speared through the neck. I shuddered as i put the spear on my shoulder, rabbit hanging from the end. I slowly started making my back. I hadnt realised that my whole way back to this place was all up hill. which is easier to climb up than climb down during this extreme weather.*

* I ended up falling on my ass a couple of times as i tried to climb down the hills, but eventually i made it back to that small brook that leads to the creek. which meant i was close to the cave. It had been quite a few hours and the sun was starting to set, the rabbits fur was kinda soaked in blood and slightly torn from where it bounced around on the stick and got dropped a few times from my impact with the ground.* 

*eventually i made it down to the hill to the ponds base, i smirked at the remark that i didn’t just dive head first this time. I walked through the entrance and saw that she was curled up into a ball on the bed. her tail pretty much was a big as she was and she had covered herself up completely with it.  The fire was almost dead, so i walked over the bundle of sticks  that was wrapped up in vines and crouched beside it pulled out a claw. I heard a slight whimper come from her.*

*my ears folded down, she must be cold...  Looking back at the sticks i sliced the vines and they clattered slightly to the ground from its tight bundle. I saw from the corner of my eye that she jumped slightly from the sound. I saw her come from out under her tail and stretch across the moss bed. She laid on her side, looking at me with a big smile.*

“Glad to see you made it back” she said softly

*i blushed* 

“D-did you sleep well?” i said looking away adding sticks and leaves to the fire . 

“I slept fucking fantastically~” she said stretching even more so across the bed. 

*I looked sidelong at her as she did. when she stopped she looked me square the eyes, she looked like she was posing, like “paint me like one of your french girls”  which in all honesty, a painting wouldn’t have done her justice. i could feel my heart beating slightly in my ears as the leaves started catching fire, making me look at the fire starting to burn a nice level* 

*she got up smiling, and strutted over to the fire right next to me as i put more sticks into the fire, she put both hands on my shoulders and put her mouth near my ear * 

“Nice!, thats a fat one isnt it? hehe I can take over cooking it if you would like” she said messaging my shoulders, which she seemed like she was having a difficult time because of how wide they are. 

“You can relax and rest, i’ll wake you up when its done i promise...” she insisted 

“ok ok, plus i think you know what you’re doing compared to me so ill let the professional handle it” i said smartly

“Oh- such High praise from such a strong, brave, mighty hunter” she said back  dramatically. 

*we both laughed as she stopped massaging my shoulders, i moved my way over to the moss bed, which was VERY VERY warm from where she was sleeping and i snuggled in on my left side, watching her as she pulled out a claw.*

*I Slowly closed my eyes as heard her go to work, and drifted off*

[dontshootmespence]

Becoming Real: Her Name is Rebecca

In this installment of Becoming Real, Spencer and Luke surprise Diana with a car. @coveofmemories @the-slytherin-ice-queen @cosmicjennifer @mxolh @ultrarebelheart @remember-me-forever-silent-angel @tinyplanet-explorers @burnbrightdoll 

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The week after Malin, Diana, Alicia, Emma, Spencer and Luke came back from their weekend away to celebrate Diana’s 16th birthday, Diana’s dads had quite the surprise in store. She was in her second semester in college and had gotten straight A’s. Her classes were amazing as she was finally be challenged. And for the most part, with the exception of a few broken curfews with Malin, she was working her ass off. Diana wanted to be a doctor more than anything, and she was going to do it no matter what. 

“She’s not up yet?” Luke asked, leaning forward on the couch to check the clock. It was unlike her to sleep so late, but she also didn’t have class today and her second semester classes were a little more intense than her first few months. “Why won’t she get up?”

Across the way, Spencer laughed, while finishing a puzzle at the dining room table. In his older age, he found himself sitting at the table with his glasses on the bridge of his nose doing puzzles and reading a lot. “She’s tired. She’ll be up soon.” He understood why Luke was excited; he was excited too. 

If Diana hadn’t gotten a full scholarship, they probably wouldn’t have been able to afford it, but since she had, they wanted to buy her a car to allow her to have a little more independence. If she wanted them to drive her to school occasionally anyway, they’d be happy to, but at the times when they couldn’t, her having a car would keep it so she didn’t have to rely on her half-brother or friends for a ride home. 

For months now, they’d been looking into the safest possible cars for their baby girl. The thought of her driving and them not being able to give their lives in the event of a car accident made them both panicky, so they would only get the safest car possible. After looking all over, at a ton of different dealers, they finally settled on a 2035 Hyundai Tucson. It was an IIHS Top Safety Pick, had front crash prevention technology - everything you could possibly want to protect your child but at a fairly affordable price. So after filling out the paperwork the asked for a blue one and Luke had gone out to get it this morning. Spencer had bought a giant bow and placed it on top as soon as he got home. Now they were just waiting for Diana to wake up. “So sleepy,” she said, dragging her feet across the floor with the blanket wrapped around her. 

“Woah, spitting image of you, babe,” Luke said. The picture was completed when Diana walked near the couch and fell across her Dad’s lap. “Why are you so tired?”

“It’s just...classes are killer,” she said, noticing that her Daddy, who was definitely not a morning person was wide awake, sitting at the table and smiling brightly over a cup of coffee. “Daddy, you hate mornings...like me. Why are you so happy this morning?”

Spencer got up from the table and grabbed a cup of coffee that he had made a few minutes earlier when he thought he heard her stirring in her room. “Here you go. Well, Dad and I are both excited because we have a surprise for you.”

Although still tired, her eyes widened. Her birthday was only a week ago, but she’d already gotten a weekend away, so she couldn’t imagine she was getting another birthday gift. What could it possibly be? “What for?”

“Because you’ve earned it, and we think you’ll continue to earn it,” Luke said, motioning toward the window. Diana scrunched up her face and got up, walking over toward the door. As she pulled her arm out of her burrito blanket, she peeled the curtain back, gasping when she saw a red bow.

“What?” She turned around stunned, but clearly still confused. “We got a new car? Finally? After months of looking?”

Spencer reached into his pocket and pulled out the key, throwing it in her direction and then casually taking another sip of his coffee. “You have a new car.”

“WHAT?!” Her head snapped up and down between them and the key before she dropped her blanket on the floor and ran outside toward the car. With months of practice under her belt, she’d aced her driving test. “Are you serious?” She jumped into the front seat and screamed at them, kicking wildly and smacking the steering wheel. “Like really serious?”

Standing at the doorway, Luke and Spencer smiled and then laughed when Diana got out of the car and started running around it. “Oh my god, I need to think of a name for you. You’re going to be my baby until I have kids. Hello, car, I love you.” Diana held her hands out and hugged the blue SUV. And then she ran right up the steps and into her fathers’ arms. “Really? Like this is mine? I have a car? I’ve just decided her name is Rebecca by the way.”

Luke kissed her forehead. “Yea, it’s yours. With some stipulations. And why Rebecca?”

“Okay, what are they?” She looked like she wanted to cry. 

Spencer wrapped his arms around her and they told her to keep her grades up and continue to communicate with them no matter what. “That’s it?” she asked.  

“Yes,” Spencer replied, “that’s it. And when we say keep your grades up, that doesn’t mean run yourself ragged trying to get straight A’s your entire college career. Try your best. We know what your best is. Also, if I’m right, Rebecca is for Rebecca Lee Crumpler, noted as the first African-American female doctor in the United States? Right?”

“Oh my god, I love you! And yes!” She ripped the coffees out of their hands and then jumped into their arms separately, giggling as they spun their mermaid queen around the living room. “I have to invite Malin, Emma and Alicia over after they’re done with classes. They must meet Rebecca!” 

At the speed of light, she ran into her room and grabbed her phone, which she’d left on the charger. “Once they get here, can I go for a drive?” she asked. “I know you said I shouldn’t drive with a ton of people in the car to start, so like, around the block? Or down the block to get ice cream?”

Spencer shrugged, picking up his coffee. “It’s your car,” he said.

“Ahhhhhhh!!!!! Yesss!!!!!!”

[captainpulisic]

ohhhh my, I will never tire of saying that your characterization of mason is one of my favorite things EVER 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽 you’ve just alway written him so lovely and !!!! my brain always forgets how to work after reading your stuff !!!

he’s always just the sweetest boy until he isn’t 🫣 and the chemistry between him and reader had me giggling and kicking my feet 😭 HES SO ATTENTIVE AND CARING AND CHARMING AND AHHHHHHH “as his heart was threatening to burst his chest, mason was quick in interrupting you with his lips against yours” I was found dead at the scene.

will definitely be coming back to read this many, many more times 🩷 absolutely loved this gem

The Neighbour

Mason Mount x Reader Fluff / Smut Word Count: 9.9K

TW: Mentions of break-in

I really really hope you’ll like this one as I’m rather proud of it.

The thing is, I never meant for this to include as much smut as it does now. It was supposed to be a friends to lovers one with a tiny smutty scene, but then I got carried away (thank you Mason for dropping that video) and now there’s two smutty scenes in here.

It does have a plot tho – a cute one imo. Enjoy <3

As always, feedback is very much appreciated!

When Mason got home after a busy day at Carrington, he just wanted something to eat and to get on the couch. He was just back in full team training after his spell on the sidelines, so the sessions were still pretty exhausting and made his legs feel like they were about to fall off.

But when he turned the corner to his house and all he could see was police cars and an ambulance in his driveway, his heart dropped into his stomach.

“What the fuck?”

No one was supposed to be here as his parents were back in Portsmouth and his sister wasn’t due to visit for another two weeks so it couldn’t really be anything concerning his house, right?

Once he’d parked the car a little away from the scene to avoid getting in the way, he jogged over. The adrenaline in his body shot up to the tips of his hair the closer he got and the more people he saw running about.

“Sorry sir, you’re not allowed up here.”

In his haste, he hadn’t even noticed the barrier tape and the police man stopping him now with a hand on his arm.

“I live here.”, Mason explained as calmy as he could. “What’s going on?”

“You live in number 12?” The young officer raised his eyebrows in disbelief and Mason was quick in shaking his head as worry took over just as quickly. Number 12 was your house…

“No, in number 10, sorry. I’ve just seen the ambulance in my driveway. Number 12 is y/n y/l/n. Is she okay? What happened?”

In the few weeks Mason had been living here, he’d seen you often when he came home or left the house in the morning. Apparently, you had a similar schedule and after a few days of you sending him soft smiles whenever you saw him, he’d actually rung your doorbell and introduced himself properly.

He’d just talked to you this morning and you’d seemed more than fine. And now there was an emergency doctor and police men walking in and out of your house.

“You will understand that I cannot give any details about this for reasons of discretion, Mr. Mount. I can only advice you to go home or leave the scene please.”

“Can you at least let me know if she’s okay? I know her and I need to know if something happened to her. Please.”, he begged, knowing deep down that the officer wasn’t allowed to.

“I’m sorry, sir, but I really can’t tell you.”

Mason sighed quietly and nodded. The officer was just doing his job and taking it seriously and whilst it annoyed him that he wouldn’t get any information about you, he understood. He was about to bid his goodbye and leave when another officer joined.

“Mr. Mount?”

“Yeah?”

“Ms. y/l/n asked to let you pass. You can come and see her if you want to.”

“Is she okay?”

“She’s pretty shaken-up, but physically she’s fine.”

Mason let out a sigh of relief at that. Whatever had happened you were at least not physically harmed. He contemplated asking the man about what had happened as he walked closer to where you were, but given he’d probably not get any information anyway, he decided to keep quiet and instead ask you in a bit.

You were sitting on the steps outside the front door, arms hugging your bent legs and chin propped up on your knees as you stared into space. A paramedic spoke to you, but from the way you kept nodding away, Mason could tell you weren’t really listening and the closer he got, the more obvious it became in what a sorry state you seemed to be.

The paramedic smiled at him politely before leaving and the second Mason kneeled down next to you, his heart broke. Your skin was pale, but on the tops of your cheeks it was all blotchy and your red-rimmed, glazed over eyes were a clear indication that you’d been crying.

“y/n, hey.”, he mumbled softly as he rested his hand on your ankle, fingers gently caressing the warm skin they could reach in an attempt to provide you with some comfort. “Are you okay? What happened?”

When you stayed quiet, Mason let you. He figured that whatever was wrong you were too overwhelmed to speak about it, so he opted for sitting down next to you and when you slightly leaned against him, he was quick in wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pull you into his side a little more.  

“Whatever happened, I’m here now, okay? I’ll stay for as long as you want me to.”

As you felt him kissing the top of your head softly, it was like someone had opened the floodgates. Tears you’d tried so hard to hold back made it past the last line of defence and fell freely down your cheeks and before you could stop yourself, you turned your body and buried your face in his chest.

If Mason was surprised by your sudden need of proximity and affection, he didn’t show it in the slightest. He just grabbed your legs and placed them across his so he could pull you into a proper embrace and as his arms wrapped tightly around your body, you finally felt safe. Safe enough to let go of everything. And safe enough to let him in.  

“Someone broke in.”, you choked, feeling Mason going stiff. “And they…they looked through all…all of my stuff and tou- touched it and…some things are go- gone and…it’s so scary, I just-“

Now that the shock slowly wore off and you had said it, you realised for the first time what had happened. A stranger had invaded your home, rummaged through all your things, touched them and even taken some of them. Someone had just burst the safe space you’d built for yourself like a balloon.

“Ssshh, it’s okay, y/n. You’re safe now, yeah? I’ve got you.”

Mason rocked you from side to side gently, holding you tight to his chest as he felt your hot tears against his neck. His heart hurt for you. Luckily, something like this had never happened to him, so he could only imagine how you felt, but the way your smaller body shook in his hold, told him everything he needed to know.

“I’m here whatever you need, okay?”

While he kept placing barely-there kisses on your hairline, he remembered how not too long ago, you’d confided in him that you’d come here alone and didn’t know many people, let alone were friends with anyone.

You’d moved in just a few weeks before him after leaving Brighton in a headlong rush to start a new job in Manchester. Mason knew from his own experience that it could take a little while to really feel comfortable, but only a few days ago you had told him that you finally had the feeling of being at home.

It made his blood boil how now a single person had managed to destroy that feeling within minutes.

“I I need to book a hotel room.”, you sighed after a very long while of silence and just being in his embrace. “I don’t think I can sleep here tonight.”

“You can stay at mine.”, Mason blurted out before he could even think about it, blushing heavily as he felt you going stiff in his embrace. “I totally get if you don’t want to, like we can look for a hotel you’d feel comfortable in, I just thought I’d offer cause it would make sense and…yeah.”

The surprise was visible in your expression as you pulled your face from his neck and Mason watched you wiping your eyes with the sleeves of your hoodie, itching to reach out and to it himself, but he was conscious of the fact that you were barely friends, and he shouldn’t overstep the mark.

“You can totally say no, y/n. Don’t feel like you have to say yes, it was just an offer.”

“No, I…you would do that? Like letting me sleep on the sofa?”

“Not the sofa.”, he smiled softly. “I’ve got a guestroom you can have.”

He could still see the mistiness in your eyes, but the small smile pulling at the corners of your lips had his heart stumbling. “I just don’t want to be a burden. Your job is exhausting and you-“

“Hey, I wouldn’t have offered it if I didn’t mean it, okay?” Mason carefully pushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear, causing a shiver roll up your spine. “You wouldn’t be a burden, y/n. In fact, I’d feel better knowing you’re somewhere safe and not alone to be honest.”

After giving it another thought you came to the conclusion that you’d actually feel better knowing there was someone around who’d protect you instead of sleeping in a random hotel room, so you agreed hesitantly.

“Thank you, Mason.”, you whispered. “I’m sure I can go back to mine tomorrow, it’s just a little overwhelming today and-“

“You can stay as long as you want or need to.”, he interrupted you softly as he cupped your jaw to maintain the eye contact. “I don’t mind it at all. If you feel safe enough to go back tomorrow, okay, but if you don’t, then please don’t force yourself. Yeah?”

“Promise me, you don’t mind it? I really don’t want to be in the way.”

“I promise you, y/n. You won’t be a burden, and neither will you be in the way. I’d be very happy to be there for you.”

“Okay then.”, you breathed. “Thank you.”

Mason just smiled at you and pulled you back into a hug, hands gently running up and down your back in reassurance. “Do you want to grab a couple of things, or would you rather we go and buy some stuff?”

Your heart skipped a beat at how caring and supportive he was, how he acted as if you’d been the bestest of friends for years and everything he was offering was totally normal.

“I erm…I’d like to grab some things I think.”

Mason nodded, noticing how hesitant you seemed as your eyes wandered over to the door, the officers had left open as they’d left a while ago. “Do you want me to come with you?”

With his hand on the small of your back, you made your way into your house. You’d already been inside with the police to check what was missing, but now being confronted with it all again had your throat closing up.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m here.”, Mason mumbled when he noticed your change in demeanour. He wrapped his arm around your waist and tugged you into his side.

Not comfortable in your own house anymore, you went through the rooms quickly to get what you needed. You’d actually wanted to take some necessary things; pjs, toothbrush, things like that, but as you stood in front of your opened closet and couldn't be sure that the burglar hadn't touched any of it, you didn't feel like it anymore.

Mason, recognising your uncertainty immediately, clasped his hand around yours and pulled you back from the closet. “You can have some of my things to put on. I also have a spare toothbrush and if you don’t mind smelling like me, you can use my shower gel too.”

A few minutes later and only your charger in your hands, you left your house with Mason to spend the night at his.

-

1:04am. It felt like an eternity had passed since you’d last looked at the clock, but in truth it was less than 10 minutes. For hours, you’d been tossing and turning in hopes to get a few restful minutes, but no matter what you tried, sleep was out of the question.

The pictures of your thrashed place kept popping up the moment you closed your eyes and the sick feeling in the pit of your stomach just wouldn’t go away. You knew you were safe here. Mason was sleeping in a room just down the hall and you’d seen how he’d locked everything and set the alarm system, but your body wouldn’t settle.

With a sigh, you eventually gave up. Peeling yourself out of the comfy bedsheets, you placed your feet on the fluffy carpet and left the inviting warmth of your bed to quietly pad downstairs.

Much to your relief, as you were walking around in nothing, but your panties and an oversized t-shirt Mason had given you, all the blinds were closed. The lighting however, caused you a little headache. While the little lamps in the hallway were motion censored and had switched on by themselves, the kitchen was a different story. You had to search for a moment for a light switch and when you’d eventually found one, it wasn’t the one for the big light.

You allowed your eyes to wander over his beautiful kitchen for a moment. Matte black cabinets, light grey countertops, and matching decorations in what appeared to be precisely chosen places, like fresh lilies on the kitchen island. You really liked it.

His interior was exactly what you’d expected it to be. Neat, tidy and elegant, but not extravagant or like something straight out of a catalog. It had that special, personal touch, something that seemed to be so Mason.

“y/n?”

The shriek that left your mouth as you jumped out of your skin was probably loud enough to be heard throughout the whole neighbourhood as you hadn’t expected anyone to speak up. You clutched your chest in shock, wide eyes staring at Mason who’d scared you to death with his sudden appearance.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.”, Mason cursed, holding his hands up in surrender with an apologetic expression on his face as he caught your wide opened eyes. “God, y/n, I really am sorry. I’ve just seen you there and…Sorry. Are you okay?”

Your heart was still racing in your chest, and you wouldn’t exactly say you were okay, but as you looked at him and took in his appearance, the shock over seeing him in a way you never thought you would, weighed heavier than the fact he’d scared you half to death.

Until today, Mason hadn’t been more than your neighbour or maybe even a friend, but now that he stood in front of you in nothing but a white t-shirt and tight boxers hugging his thick thighs and…well everything else…your mind went down the gutter.

You were aware that you stared at him for a little too long and that your gaze was literally everywhere but on his face, but as embarrassing as it was, you couldn’t help yourself. He was right there. Well, him and his best physical attributes…

Mason was handsome at the best of times and yeah maybe you’d thought about him in a certain way once or twice now – maybe even a little more often than that – but even in your wildest dreams, you’d never thought you’d actually see him like this.

And yet here he was. A pair of tight green Nike boxers far from hiding anything and his strong thighs full on display. You were only human…well and a woman.

“y/n?”

“It’s…erm.” You cleared your throat awkwardly, gaze dropping to the floor with bright red cheeks as you eventually realised, he’d seen you staring at him as if he was some sort of snack. “It’s fine. I erm…I just came here for some water.”

Just like you, Mason had to fight for his eyes to stay on your face. The shirt he’d given you just about reached you mid-thigh and the amount of soft skin you were showing off as you’d waived the shorts entirely, should be considered unhealthy in his eyes. He’d always thought you were beautiful, if not downright attractive, but seeing you in his shirt had his thoughts going wild.

It was a sight he’d hoped, but never expected to see anytime soon if ever.

“Couldn’t sleep?”, he asked, stepping around you as he made his way to the fridge. He actually didn’t need anything as he’d only gotten up when worry had taken over at hearing your door being opened, but now that he’d seen you barely dressed, he needed some sort of distraction.

“No, I erm kept waking up. But it’s okay, you can go back to sleep, Mason.” From the corner of your eye, you followed his every move and you internally scolded yourself for staring at the way the boxers hugged his bum so perfectly, but even if you’d tried, you couldn’t have stopped yourself.

He was incredibly attractive without even trying and as you were sure you’d never get to see him dressed in nothing but skin-tight boxers and a t-shirt in his dimly lit kitchen again, you allowed yourself to admire his body for a tiny bit longer.

“No, it’s fine.”, he smiled as he closed the door to the fridge, noticing how you quickly averted your eyes and tried to make it look as if you hadn’t been staring at him, but your flushed cheeks gave your flustered state away rather obviously. “I can stay up with you until you’re okay to go back to sleep.”

“Oh no, that’s not necessary. Thank you though.”, you told him as you really didn’t want him to lose sleep and risk being tired in the morning because of you. “I’m fine. I’ll just go back up and try to sleep.”

Mason had no idea what came over him, but the moment you stepped away from the kitchen counter, ready to go back upstairs, his brain switched to autopilot. Two or three strides and he was right in front of you, close enough to feel the warmth radiating off of you.

“Sure you’re okay?”, he asked, the back of his hand gently pressing against your cheek. “You’re a little warm.”

The moment you raised your gaze and locked it on his, the butterflies in your stomach went wild. There was this intense expression in his eyes; hazy and begging for the same thing that had been swirling through your mind for a while now and the moment his tongue darted out to subconsciously wet his lips, your mind went blank.

“I’m okay.”, you breathed. “It’s just…you make me nervous.”

For a few very long seconds, his brown eyes simply stared into yours and you could literally feel the thick tension in the room, but before you could even think of attempting something, Mason cupped the side of your neck with his hand and kissed you hungrily.

He walked you backwards until you were trapped in between his heavy body and the cooking island with nowhere to go but even if you’d had the chance, you wouldn’t have bailed anyway.

“Mase.”, you moaned quietly as he buried his teeth into your bottom lip, and he was quick in using the chance to invade your mouth and brush his tongue against yours with slow, lazy strokes.

Mason was an insanely good kisser. His tongue playing with yours had your knees going week and in a poor attempt to steady yourself, you grabbed onto his shoulder as you buried the other hand into his soft hair.

The way you melted into his body a little more with every brush of his tongue against yours combined with your taste and the smell of your still slightly lingering perfume made him feel as if he was slowly losing his mind and the moment your fingernails scratched the sensitive skin on his neck, he breathed a deep moan into your mouth, hand propping up on the counter behind you for some better leverage.

Just like his, your brain was fogged, and you’d lost the ability to think straight the moment his eyes had locked on yours, but when Mason pressed his hips further into your body and you could feel his hard length digging into your lower stomach, even the farthest corner of your brain was completely consumed by him and the thought of feeling him in a certain way.

“I want you, Mase.”, you sighed against his lips, not even realising you’d used his nickname for the very first time, as you pulled away to catch your breath.

Only seconds later Mason had hoisted you up onto the cooking island as if you weighed nothing, hands firmly settled on your waist. As his lust clouded eyes locked on yours and made your tummy flip in anticipation, you wrapped your legs around his waist in an attempt to pull him back against where you needed him most, but Mason had different plans.

With one hand in your hair, he tilted your head back for better access to that soft skin of yours. His lips attached to your now exposed neck straight away, making you feel hot all over with the wet open mouth kisses he left on every tiny part of you that he could reach and when he gently bit the sensitive skin right above your pulse point and soothed the sting with his tongue, a gasp escaped your lips.

The low chuckle right by your ear had shudders rolling down your spine. That bastard knew exactly what to do to make you feel all sorts of things.

“I want you too baby.”, he murmured before sucking a hickey into the side of your neck and the feeling of it went straight to your core. “But I need a taste first.”

In the haze of pure desire and lust you hadn’t even noticed how his hands had travelled lower, but when his big warm hands found a home on your naked thighs, the tips of his fingers just about playing with the hem of your panties, you nodded quickly.

His wish surprised you as you hadn’t expected him to even waste a thought on going down on you before sticking his dick in and getting some for himself, but apparently Mason was different and actually interested in making this worth your while as well.

“No baby, I need your words. Think I can have a taste?”

You were sure that with the way he kept calling you baby and his bedroom eyes locked on yours, you would’ve agreed to whatever, so you were quick in nodding again. “Yes Mase.”, you affirmed.

“Good girl.” He pressed a quick kiss to your lips, laughing quietly as you chased him for more, but since he wasn’t one to deny you anything he kissed you heavily again whilst exploring more of the body he so desperately wanted to feel.

The first brush of his fingers against your core had you gasping into his mouth. It was still with your panties acting like some sort of barrier, but even now the feeling was mind-blowing already.

“God, I can already feel how wet you are for me.” Mason dropped his head into the crook of your neck, groaning at the thought of feeling you properly in a little bit. “I’m dying to taste you, you have no idea.”

“Mase.”, you whined, making him chuckle at the way you so eagerly pulled his face out of your neck. “Don’t tease.”

The pleading and hazy expression in your eyes was all it took for him to throw his ideas of prolonging it out of the window. Within a couple of seconds, he’d gotten rid of your panties, and he came face to face with your dripping heat.

“So pretty.”, he hummed as he kissed his way up the inside of your thighs, hands following his lips and spreading your open for him a little more. “And all for me.”

A gasp tumbled from your lips as Mason eventually placed a kiss right where your thighs met, before running his tongue through your folds and humming at the sweet taste of you.

“Fuck Mase.” Your hand flew to the back of his head, fingers burying themselves in his soft hair as you tried to keep up the eye contact, but the intensity of his tongued bumping your clit and licking away at you had your eyes falling shut almost immediately. “Feels so good.”

In his determination to make you feel as good as possible, Mason made sure to pay attention to every tiny sound you made and the way your hand tightened in his hair whenever he did something particularly pleasurable.

“Yes…yes…god you’re so good at that.”

You felt him smiling against your core as you leaned back onto your forearms with moans continuously pouring from your lips. You were already close to reaching your high and if there was even a little free capacity in your brain, you’d certainly be embarrassed, but all you could think of right now was how good Mason was with his tongue.

“You’re gonna cum on my tongue, baby? Hm? Gonna show me how good you’re feeling?”

Your attempt at an answer turned into a load moan as without so much as a warning, he pushed two fingers inside of you. The force of pleasure running through you had your arm giving way underneath you and you melted into the cold surface of Mason’s cooking island.

The sound of your moans had his painfully hard cock pressing even further against the restraint of his boxers as he curled his fingers expertly inside of you. He relished in the sinful sounds you made, in reducing you to this state whilst exploring your soft warm walls and he couldn’t wait to have them wrapped around other parts of his body. 

“Mase fuck…Oh god, yes right there.”, you gasped, back arching, as the pads of his fingers brushed that magical spot inside of you. “Keep going, Mase. Please keep going.”

And Mason did exactly that. Your fingers tightened in his hair as he brought you closer and closer and when he sucked your clit between his lips and brushed that one spot with a little more pressure than before, you tumbled over the edge.

Hot white pleasure shot through your veins and made you feel all sorts of things whilst a mixture of profanities and Mason’s name fell from your lips repeatedly as he rode you through one of the most intense highs you’d ever experienced.

He made sure to gradually slow his movements to bring you down gently, until his fingers stilled inside of you, and he pressed one last kiss to your clit.

“Fucking hell.”, you sighed breathlessly as you tried to regain your senses. One orgasm and you were sure he’d ruined sex for you forever as there was no way you’d find someone who could do it as good as him.  

Mason gave you a minute to recover before carefully removing his fingers and licking them clean. “You taste like heaven, y/n.”, he hummed. His hands gently massaged your still slightly shaking thighs as he leaned over you.

“You’re okay there?”, he smiled softly as he noticed the state you were in and when you simply nodded slowly, he chuckled, satisfied with the state he’d put you into. “I’ll give you a second baby, but then you better have another one in you for me.”

You only hummed, unsure if you could actually take it after what he’d just done to you, but deep down you were dying to feel him inside of you.

With your arms wrapped around his neck, you pulled him closer until he finally pressed his lips to yours in a gentle kiss and as you deepened the kiss and pushed your tongue against his, tasting yourself on it, Mason carefully brought you up in a sitting position. He cupped your bum with his large hands and pulled you closer to the edge whilst kissing you lazily as if you had all the time in the world.

“You sure you’re okay?” His hands moved up to your waist, fingers gently squeezing and you couldn’t help but swoon a little at his caring nature.

“Very sure, Mase.” You kissed him quickly, internally wondering if you were showing too much affection when most likely he didn’t see more than a one-time thing in this, but when he pushed a lose strand of hair behind your ear and leaned in to brush his nose against your cheek, your worries settled.

“Good cause I’m not done with you yet.” His deep voice had a pleasant shiver rolling down your spine and you let out a deep breath when he continued kissing over your jaw.

“Is that a threat or a promise?”

“Whatever you want it to be baby.”, he hummed, fingers brushing over the faint mark he’d left on your neck.  

You really needed him to stop calling you baby as it was slowly blurring the lines, but at the same time it sounded so sexy, you didn’t want him to use another pet name again. His lips followed an invisible path down the side of your neck, and you thought he’d leave another mark, but all you felt was his tongue licking a stripe up your throat.

With him teasing you like that you grew a little impatient. You wanted to feel him, all of him and since he made no attempt to speed things up, you let one of your hands travel down the front of his toned torso until you could cup his bulge over the fabric of his boxers.

The moan Mason let out the second you started stroking him sounded delicious and the fact that you were the one pulling sounds like that from him had a gush of heat rushing down to your centre. He stood perfectly still with his head buried in the crook of your neck, but you could feel his slightly ragged breath fanning over your heated skin whilst tiny moans kept falling from his lips.

“Feels so good.”, he whimpered as his hips bucked up into your hand, searching for a little more and whilst you’d have loved to tease him a little longer, you were dying to touch him without any barrier.

Too desperate to have each other, neither of you could be bothered to get rid of any of the clothes you were wearing, so Mason helped you to simply push his boxers down far enough for his hard cock to spring free. He was bigger than you’d expected, and you weren’t quite sure he would fit, but for some reason the thought of being full of him had the excitement building even more.

You watched his eyes roll to the back of his head as you eventually wrapped your hand around his dick and rubbed your thumb through the precum on his tip. “Oh fuck, y/n.”

Your name falling from his lips sounded so sinful and hot, you didn’t think you could ever go without hearing it again. As you gently stroked his length, Mason had to prop up his arms on the surface next to your thighs. He felt way too good, and he wasn’t sure he’d make it to actually fucking you if you kept torturing him with the perfectly pressured strokes of your hand, but at the same time he desperately didn’t want you to stop.

Contrary to what people kept saying, it had been a while since someone had touched him the way you just did and the fact that you were ridiculously attractive and sitting in front of him in nothing, but his t-shirt didn’t really help with keeping it together either.

“God, you’re so good at that.”, he moaned pathetically loudly and, in an attempt, to muffle his sounds, he pressed his lips against yours in a heavy kiss. He was momentarily distracted by your tongue brushing against his, but when you squeezed his dick and ran your thumb over the protruding vein on the underside, he pulled away.

“Stop.”, he panted as he backed away a little, his head spinning from the pleasure running through his body.

You removed your hands from his body in an instant, surprised at his sudden change in demeanour and the thought of having done something wrong invaded your mind within a second.

“Sorry, I haven’t done this in a while and-“

“No, no, no it wasn’t you.”, he rushed. His heart dropped when he caught on to what you were thinking. “Well, it was you, but it’s not what you’re thinking.”, he chuckled, stepping closer again and brushing his lips against yours in a soft, reassuring kiss. “I just nearly came then and there because you’re way too good at that and I really want to go all the way.”

You blushed heavily at his words and dropped your gaze to your hands, fingers playing with the hem of your shirt.

“It felt insanely good, y/n, but I’m pretty sure fucking you will feel even better, you know?”

Mason leaned in and kissed you again. His hands pulled you even closer to the edge of the granite countertop before spreading your legs a little wider. You breathed his name into his mouth and gripped his shoulders tightly when you felt him running the blunt head of his dick through your wet folds.

“Eyes on me baby.”, Mason whispered against your lips before pulling back a little and once your gaze was on his, he smiled. “Good girl. You’re ready?”

“Yes, Mase.”

You’d thought he might be hesitant and slow, but Mason surprised you with burying himself inside of you with one swift motion.

“Oh my god.” The feeling of him deep inside of you had your body going limp. You slumped forward, arms wrapped around his neck and your head resting on your shoulder as you tried to adjust to his size.

The fact you hadn’t slept with anyone in a while combined with how big he was had you feeling a little lightheaded and you needed a moment to get used to all the sensations.

“I know.”, he sighed. “Fuck, you feel so good you have no idea.”

Mason bit the inside of his cheek so hard he feared he might draw blood, but the pain was the only thing keeping him from pounding into you. He knew you needed a moment. He could literally feel how tightly your walls were gripping his twitching dick.

You felt a little pathetic for how long you needed to get used to him, but after a while the painful burn turned into a pleasurable stretch, and you felt ready for what he had to offer.

“You can move, Mase.”, you mumbled as your lips trailed over his neck. The temptation of sucking a purple bruise into his soft skin was strong, but contrary to you, he couldn’t cover it up and since you didn’t want him to be the target for his teammate’s teasing, you opted for licking a stripe up to his pulse point. “Please fuck me.”   

Mason’s eyes darkened the moment you locked yours on his. “Lay back, baby.”, he ordered, gently pushing you down on your back and although the t-shirt still covered most of your body, the sight in front of him was one he would never get tired of.

“You have no idea how fucking hot you are right now.”, he growled lowly and that was about all the warning he gave you before moving his hips against yours. He started off slowly, giving you both a second to get accustomed to the overwhelming sensation of his dick rubbing against your soft walls, but it wasn’t long until he grabbed your hips and set a rather harsh pace.

Both of your moans mixed with the sound of skin slapping and created a rather dirty atmosphere in his kitchen, but even if you’d tried, you wouldn’t have been able to hold back. The sight of him, head slightly bent so he could watch himself driving in and out of your wet heat, lips slightly parted and eyes closing in pleasure every once in a while, combined with his dick hitting deep inside of you made you feel all sorts of things.

“Fuck Mase…yes…oh my god.” Your back arched off the cooking island when he hit that magical spot inside of you, making you see stars for a moment. “Right there, oh fuck.”

Mason could feel how tightly your pussy gripped him and he had to fight to keep it together. He desperately wanted you to come first and to help you further along, he quickly got his thumb wet and attached it to your clit.

“Shit, Mase.” Your lips fell open in a silent cry of pleasure as his finger drew relentless circles on your already sensitive clit and it wasn’t long until you could feel the pleasure building up in your stomach. “I’m…I’m so close, Mase. Please.”

“C’mon, baby. I need you to cum for me. Be a good girl for me, yeah?”, he panted as he got closer and closer to his own high, but after a few more perfectly pressured circles against your nub and his dick hitting that special spot, he watched as you cried out, thighs shaking around his hips and face contorting from the white-hot pleasure running through your veins.

He tried his best to push you through it, but the way your walls clamped around him so tightly had him teetering dangerously close on the edge.

“You…you can cum inside of me.”, you panted. “It’s…safe.”

And that was all it took for him. With his name tumbling from his lips repeatedly he buried himself deep inside of you, coating your pulsating walls with his hot release.

“Holy shit.”, he breathed as he collapsed on top of you and buried his head in the crook of your neck.

Your hands found their way into his hair. You brushed through the soft strands and scratched his scalp gently, trying to calm him down as you could feel his racing heart pounding against your ribs.

For a moment, the both of you just laid there. Him flopped on top of you, face hidden away in your neck and you beneath him, revelling in his heavy body pressing down on you, legs wrapped around his waist to keep him in place. You could feel him softening inside of you, the sensation a stark contrast to how he’d handled you before and when you kissed the side of his head, it suddenly hit you.

You’d slept with Mason. Your neighbour and just about the only person you trusted around here at the moment. The only person you considered a friend. What if that shag had ruined it all? You knew how weird things could get after having slept with someone and usually the friendship or whatever it had been faded away. What if it happened to you and Mason too?

“I have to go and clean myself up.”, you mumbled, suddenly feeling all awkward as you gently pushed on his shoulders to get him to move.

“I don’t like this, but fine.”, Mason grumbled, but with a huff, he hoisted himself back up and sent you a lopsided grin. He gently pulled you back up in a sitting position before carefully pulling out. “Don’t be too long.”, he said and with a gentle peck to your lips he helped you down the cooking island.

Once he’d released you, you dashed to the bathroom to clean yourself up, realising too late that you’d left your panties on Mason’s kitchen floor and had nothing to wear now. Sighing, you made peace with the fact of having to pop downstairs again to pick them up and you instantly hoped that Mason would’ve gone to bed already by then.

Your reflection in the mirror wasn’t half as bad as you’d expected it to be. Your lips were a little swollen and a purple bruise was blossoming where Mason had sucked a little too harshly on your skin, but other than that and the fucked-out expression in your eyes, you looked surprisingly decent.

What wasn’t decent however, was the thoughts running riot in your mind.

There was no logical explanation for what had just happened. Other than, that he was an insanely handsome and attractive man, and you were a weak woman with a pathetic crush on your neighbour.

One-night-stands weren’t your cup of tea at all. You could count on less than one hand how many times you’d slept with someone without being in a relationship with them and you’d never planned on extending that list. Until Mason apparently.

The sex had been incredible, there was no denying that he was the best you’d ever had – and probably ever get – and you didn’t regret it, but at the same time you hated yourself for ruining a perfectly good beginning of a friendship. Let alone relationship. A word you refused to even think about.

Completely ignoring the fact that he was Mason Mount the football player, he was still Mason, the handsome, young man who could probably pull any woman he wanted. As if someone like him would ever go for someone like you.

But the worst part was that he now probably thought of you as someone who did this more often. Having one-night-stands. Shagging men in their kitchen.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”, you whispered to yourself. “What was I thinking?”

You knew freaking out wasn’t the solution and talking about this whole thing to clear the situation would be way better, but it was late, you were exhausted, and Mason was probably back to bed already so there really wasn’t much you could do.  

Tomorrow. Tomorrow, you would tell him that you weren’t one of those women who threw themselves at men like that.

Not expecting anyone as you opened the door, you nearly screamed out loud as you came face to face with Mason.

“You erm…forgot these downstairs.” A blush coated his cheeks as he handed you the pair of panties you’d left in his kitchen.

“Thanks.” You quickly pulled them up your legs, trying not to flash him, although the attempt was completely unnecessary, since he’d already seen everything anyway. “Listen, Mase I-“

“Let’s not talk in the hallway, hm?” To your surprise, Mason gently grabbed your hand and without giving you the chance to say something, he pulled you with him towards his bedroom.

Your cheeks burned at the thought of facing him after what you’d just done, but even though you dreaded it, you knew it was probably for the best to get it out of the way before it led to misunderstandings.

Mason, feeling a little weird about it all himself too, flopped down in his bed, back against the headboard and as he could see the hesitant expression on your face whilst eyeing his bed, pulled you down to sit on his thighs. His hands found a home on your waist, fingers gently caressing you through the fabric of his t-shirt as he carefully observed your reaction to it all, wondering if sitting you on top of him like this was too much, but it wasn’t long before it burst out of you.

“Look Mase, I know this looks very much like the opposite and I don’t blame you for thinking like that about me, but I normally don’t do this.”, you told him. “Sleeping with men, I mean. Well, I do sleep with men, that’s not what I meant, like I do have sex with men, but only like in relationships cause I don’t really like the idea of randomly shagging someone…”

Mason watched the deep blush spreading over your cheeks the more you tried to explain yourself and he couldn’t help but find you incredibly endearing. With your gaze fixed on your hands fiddling with the hem of your shirt, you didn’t notice the fond expression in Mason’s eyes as he watched you rambling on.

“And I don’t know what happened today, but I somehow…I don’t know you’re you and you make me nervous cause I like you and then it just happened, but I really want you to know that I’m not like other women who like do it all the time and-“

You were suddenly cut off by a pair of lips softly pressing against yours and although you were incredibly surprised, you reciprocated the careful kiss in an instant.

“In case it wasn’t obvious, I like you too, y/n.”

Mason tried to kiss you again, but completely baffled by his words, you pulled away. “Wait, what?” Your eyes searched his for some kind of mockery, but all you could find in his big brown orbs was warmth and love. “You…you…like me?”

He watched your eyes fluttering shut momentarily as he softly brushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear, fingertips just about caressing the soft skin he couldn’t get enough of.

“Yes, y/n. I really like you.” He gently cupped your cheek, thumb rubbing right beneath your eye. “I know it’s sudden and we haven’t known each other for that long yet, but lately seeing you in the morning and getting to talk to you, has been the best part of my day.”

The way Mason kept staring at you with a fond expression had your tummy flipping and although you still felt a little hesitant, you reached out for his free hand and pushed your fingers between his.

“You…this…you mean this wasn’t just a random shag?”

“No, y/n.”, he chuckled as he dropped his head for a second. He felt bad he’d given you the feeling of being one of many when you were so much more to him. “Like you, I don’t really like sleeping with women I barely know. I don’t have that much time anyway and the idea of wasting the free time I have with women who are mostly only interested in fucking a footballer just doesn’t seem appealing to me.”

“But I-“

“You’re different. I can’t give you a proper explanation why, but I’ve felt it.” Mason placed a soft kiss onto your forehead. “I loved that I got to talk to you every single morning before leaving for training, you know, just talking random things and easing my mind a little and I felt like every day I got to know you a little better and the more we spoke the more I figured that I liked you – more than I should.”

“You never said anything. Like I would’ve never guessed it meant so much to you.”, you said quietly and in absolute disbelief. This was Mason out of all people sitting right in front of you – or more like underneath you – handing you his little heart on a plate.

It all seemed so absurd. First the mind-blowing sex in the kitchen, then your mini panic attack in the bathroom, followed by Mason taking you into his room and placing you in his lap to tell you he liked you. All whilst both of you were still barely dressed.

You felt like you were in some sort of fever dream as there was no way any of this was real.  

“I’d actually planned to invite you for dinner at my place, you know?”, Mason admitted with blushed cheeks. “Dating me can be a bit difficult, especially in the beginning, so I thought you’d feel more comfortable in the safety of my four walls, but then when I came home, there was this chaos here and my plan was out the window and...”

He interrupted himself, shaking his head and chuckling. He felt like a proper idiot. “I know it was the completely wrong order and I should have told you first that I like you before sticking my dick in, but you in my t-shirt…you were just so irresistible, and I really am sorry you thought you weren’t more than a quick shag for me.”

As he nudged his nose against yours, your tummy flipped again. “It’s fine, Mase. It's not like you couldn't have thought the same of me. After all, I’ve let you do all these things to me and made it look as if shagging random men was completely normal for me.”

“Oi, I’m not a random man, am I?” Mason tickled your sides in an attempt to lift the heavy tension in the room and the giggle you let out warmed his heart. God, he wanted to hear that sound forever. “Seriously though, I really do like you, and I would love to give us a try. If you want that too, that is.”

“I’d like that a lot, Mase.”, you breathed and after he’d taken the lead on so many occasions tonight, you felt like this time it was on you.

One of your hands found its place on the side of his neck as you leaned in to kiss him softly. His quiet hum against your lips before kissing you back made you feel all warm inside and although you should probably talk a little more, you couldn’t help but deepen it a little.

Kissing him felt amazing, feeling his tongue gently playing with yours made you feel all giddy inside and when his hands sneaked beneath your shirt and started caressing your skin, a tiny moan got lost in his mouth.

Neither of you could get enough of the other and whilst your hands were buried in his soft hair, Mason’s roamed all over your body, causing goosebumps to erupt in their wake. His fingers caressed the soft skin on your warm thighs, travelling all the way up to your waist where he squeezed gently before he eventually stroked up and down your sides, higher and higher until his thumbs brushed the underside of your boob carefully.

You pulled away to take a look at him and the moment your eyes locked on his, Mason noticed the hesitation. In his kitchen, it had appeared to be a no-strings-attached shag, but now that you’d talked, everything felt so different.

“I meant what I said, y/n.”, he whispered. “I really like you and I would love for you to give us a chance. You’re an incredible woman and so so beautiful, I hope you know that.”

Still a little unsettled by it all and marked by bad past experiences, you tried to read between the lines and find the catch, but all you could find was a smile, painted by pure and deep affection.

“We don’t have to do anything now, you know? We can just go to bed. You can sleep here or in your room, it’s up to you. I don’t want you to feel like we have to do something or that I only want you for sex, because it’s so much more for me. I don’t expect you to do anything with me now.”

“I’m not sure your body agrees, you know.”, you chuckled, nodding towards the bulge forming in his tight boxers.

“y/n.”, Mason groaned as a deep blush spread over his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, but even he couldn’t hide the small laugh bubbling up inside of him. It was definitely the last thing he’d expected you to say. “I’m sorry okay? You’re in your panties, literally on top of me. It’s making me go insane. You’re making me go insane.”

“I can see that.”, you grinned. “What would you do if I left you hanging now? Take a shower?”

You had no idea what had happened, but his honest admission had set a boost of confidence free and now that you knew you were both on the same page, you couldn’t wait to experience what you hadn’t downstairs.

“Probably yes.”, he nodded as he curiously observed your every move. He watched the small smile spreading over your face whilst your hands moved down his torso until your fingers wrapped around the hem of his shirt.

“I don’t think you need that shower tonight, Mase.”

A deep sigh left his lips when you lightly scratched the soft skin of his tummy. It was the first time you touched him properly as you hadn’t gotten the chance to do so in the kitchen and his warm skin beneath yours sent shockwaves through your body.

The way Mason reacted to your touch gave you the confidence you needed to push his shirt up higher and when eventually Mason got the message and pulled it over his head you were left a little speechless.

Obviously, he was an athlete and you’d expected him to be fit and have a nice body, but what you’d right in front of you exceeded all your wildest expectations. Defined abs, the v-line disappearing under the waistband of his boxers and toned pecks, all covered by perfectly smooth skin. He looked perfect.

His muscles contracted beneath your touch, as you traced along his abs and sides with gentle fingers. You paid some extra attention to the mole slightly above his bellybutton before moving on to trace the Champions League tattoo on his side.

“You’re so beautiful.”, you whispered as you took your time to look all over his body in a way you hadn’t been able to before and you hated him a little for keeping himself hidden away before, but at the same time you felt as if now that you had more time and patience, you appreciated the sight more than you would’ve in the haste of before.

Not taking your hands off his body, you leaned down and kissed all over his collarbones and down his chest slowly, making sure to cover all of the warm skin you could reach and the way he quietly sighed kept you going.  

Mason hissed in a mixture of surprise and pleasure as you teasingly flicked his nipple and when you sent him a cheeky smile, he shook his head. He liked this version of you just as much as any other you’d showed him so far.

A drawn-out moan flew past his lips the moment he felt you palming him over his boxers. The warm sensation gathered in his stomach almost immediately and although he would’ve loved to let you do your thing, he wanted this time to be special.

Mason pried your hand off his dick gently before pulling you in a little closer. “I want to do it properly this time.”, he smiled as he leaned in to kiss you softly.

“Properly?”

“Yeah like…I want to take my time with you, feel you properly. I don’t want it to be rushed and quick, more like slowly and…loving. I want to sleep with you this time, not fuck you, you know?”

Your heart stumbled in your chest. The sudden vulnerability and intimate honesty he laid out for you nothing what you’d expected, but for some reason it made it all feel even more intense and special.

“I want that, too, Mase.”, you whispered quietly and although he’d always seemed to be so confident in his own skin, you could see the relief rushing through him at hearing your words.

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When Mason woke up the next morning, he expected to have you in his arms; head on his chest and leg draped across his, but to his surprise, the bed next to him was empty.

He knew it didn’t have to mean anything as there were about 50 different reasons for why you could’ve left without meaning to leave him, but his stomach still dropped and when you hadn’t emerged after another five minutes of lying in bed, thinking you’d maybe just gone to the loo, he eventually got up and dressed.

When you both had actually gone to sleep last night or rather this morning and you’d fallen asleep on his chest, he’d cursed today's training, but now that 164 thoughts about you were going through his head, he was quite happy to get some distraction.

Mason couldn't find a logical explanation for why you’d just taken off after everything that had happened. He’d thought that you were on the same side, and had the same idea for what was supposed to come for the two of you, but apparently, he’d read it all wrong.

Less then 10 minutes later he’d made it downstairs. His training bag got dropped by the door before he quickly dashed to the kitchen to grab himself one of those energy bars his brother had recommended, but the sight he was confronted by was one he would never complain about.

There you were, still dressed in his t-shirt and your hair mindlessly thrown up in a bun, as you swayed your hips to the music coming from the radio, quietly singing along. For a moment, Mason allowed himself to just take it in.

The domesticity of the whole thing had his heart warming in his chest and if it had been up to him, he would’ve just watched you forever, but soon enough you turned around.

“Jesus Mase.”, you yelped as you hadn’t heard him coming in. “Normal people say something to announce themselves and don't stand in the doorway looking at other people like creeps.”

Mason laughed quietly. “Sorry, I was just very surprised to see you here. I thought you’d left.”

“I would never.”, you smiled and after you’d placed a cup of coffee on the table, you made your way over to where he was still leaning against the door. “Morning.”

You weren’t exactly sure if you were supposed to, but ever since you’d kissed him for the first time you couldn’t stop, so before you could chicken out, you leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

“Morning.”, Mason hummed as he grabbed your waist to keep you close, suddenly feeling all warm and giddy inside. “What are you doing in my kitchen anyway?”

“So I know you get breakfast at Carrington, but I still wanted to make something as a little thank you for letting me stay and all that. I know it’s not much but-“

As his heart was threatening to burst his chest, Mason was quick in interrupting you with his lips against yours. He could feel you wrapping your arms around his neck and melting into his body as you kissed him back and, in that moment, he knew, that this was all he ever needed in life.

“There’s really no need to thank me, y/n.”, he whispered once he’d pulled back a little. “But I still appreciate it a lot.”

24 hours ago, you’d been y/n, his neighbour and maybe his friend, and now that he held you in his arms, your face buried in the crook of his neck, he knew he didn’t need some dates to confirm what he was feeling.

“There’s no way I’ll ever let you go again, love. Stay with me?”, he mumbled into your hair and when he felt your lips stretching into a smile against his neck, it was all he needed to know your answer.

“Yes.”  

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