#I am not explaining my thoughts right but I’m going to explode

[jacaerysgf]

Hi! Could you do a smut where Chad and reader are friends who have feelings for each other and it’s only revealed when Chad sees reader getting flirted with at the Halloween party and he gets jealous and drags her off to another room and it leads to the most rough and possessive smut? I’m not really good at explaining :/

jealousy

warnings: p in v, fingering, jealous chad, not proofread

A/n: i am so sorry this took so long, sorry if this isn't exactly what you would have wanted i hope you enjoy !!

“if you grip that can any tighter its going to explode.”

mindys warning cant be heard by chad who continues to glare daggers into this guys head.

‘who does this guy think he is?’

You two always hang out at these parties, whether your his beer pong partner, you two challenge each other while taking shots or your just sitting on the couch drinking together chatting you are always together.

Besides right now where some guy is clearly hitting on you, giving you a stupid grin while offering to get you a new drink.

Its one of the many halloween parties thats being thrown before halloween. you two decide to dress up as a cowboy and cowgirl. When you walked in with a slutty version of a cowgirl he felt his shorts tighten, he wanted to go over to you and tell you how how he thought you looked, or maybe even drag you into one of the empty rooms and have his way with you but instead there you were chatting with some random guy.

“Its probably nothing.” Ethan on his other side attempts to reason with chad which goes in one ear out the other as he doesn't acknowledge him.

Mindy laughs, “no he's definitely trying to get into her pants.”

Thats it. Chad slams his drink down on a random coffee table and marches over there.

“ten bucks he confesses to her.”

mindy is quiet for a moment.

“ten bucks he fucks her tonight.”

Chad doesn't see the issue with walking over there, you haven't even greeted him yet since you arrived you must want him to talk to you….. right?

its definitely not because he has a massive crush on you and is feeling sick to his stomach at the thought of this guy hitting on you and you enjoying it. Definitely not.

“My drink is still full so no need.” You laugh as he nods, “no problem,” What was this guys name again? you felt bad for not knowing since hes in you ap history class. He was dressed as a construction worker, how corny. You take another glance in the direction chad was.

You really just wanted to go hang out with chad but you were stuck talking to this guy who was a little too friendly for someone who ‘just wanted a quick chat’.

you could see this guy clearly taking glances at your chest almost making you roll your eyes. you had dressed like this to match with chad, hoping that would cause other guys to leave you alone which clearly hadnt worked.

You had a crush on chad, there was no hiding that especially from his very observant sister and roommate who constantly told you to just confess already but you were too much of a coward.

You cant ruin what you two have, plus it would make things awkward with mindy and ethan. You can't make them pick between you two especially since chad is the obvious choice.

When you glance over again you notice hes gone, you begin to panic, where did he go?

“are you alright?” you drop your drink in shock having forgotten there was a guy standing in front of you, “fuck!” you look down and notice a large amount of it splashed on his shoes, “shit im so sorry.”

“y/n!”

You whip your head around and see him, “chad….”

your voice trails off as he checks over you, “are you alright?”

You nod breathlessly and he looks you over oncs more not acknowledging the guy behind you.

“its alright y/n these things happen.” the guy is laughing it off and you turn back to him and smile awkwardly, “im really sorry…”

You dont notice the irritated chad behind you glaring daggers at him.

“im telling you in no problem, now it looks like you need that new drink-”

“Shes not interested.”

Chad grabs your hand and begins to drag you somewhere.

“Chad?”

He doesn't acknowledge you only gripping your hand tighter as he drags you up a set of stairs, “chad whats up with you?”

You attempt to pull away but cant even budge him due to his strength. Why do you find this hot? The angry look dawning his face, his jaw clenched, You watch as his gulps, his adams apple bobs as his eyes dart around the hallway of doors seemingly looking for an empty room.

You can't bring yourself to look at him any longer and ignoring the wetness the pools in your underwear as he finally finds a free room and drags you in there.

He slams the door closed and he finally lets go, turning away from you.

“chad?” He runs his hands along his face before turning back to you, his breath heavy with angry and he has an dark look in his eyes, “what-”

He presses you against the door and kisses you, placing both of his hands on your cheeks as your eyes widen and you gasp in shock.

He takes the opportunity to kiss you deeper and you finally close your eyes kissing him back.

This had to be a dream, no way chad was fully making out with you right now in some random persons bedroom.

his hands slide down to your chest and squeeze your breasts before moving his hands down to your shorts and sticking one of them in, rubbing two fingers on your clit.

“he makes you this wet?”

you moan and shake your head, “no you did.”

“thats right baby nobody will ever makes you as wet as i do.”

he places sloppy kisses down your neck as he moves your underwear to the side and slides two fingers into you.

you moan out as he begins to move his fingers at a rough pace, “could he make you feel like this hmm? could he make you feel this good?” his words dont reach your ears as he moves his other hand down to rub your clit.

you begin to tighten around his fingers causing him to chuckle, “you gonna cum? for me right? this is for me, not that piece of shit downstairs right? maybe i should make you scream so loud he hears you and knows youre mine huh?”

you nod mindlessly, “please please.”

he shuts you up with a kiss as you cum all over his fingers.

he pulls away and sticks the fingers in your mouth, “lick them clean.”

He groans at the feeling of your tongue swirling around his fingers as you suck them clean. he pulls them out of your mouth and grabs your hips, spinning you around and picking you up.

you huff as you hit the bed and chad climbs on top of you not letting you breath.

as he kisses you he reaches in his back pocket for a condom before pulling down his shorts and boxers.

he leaves sloppy kisses down you neck as he reaches to remove your clothes, admiring you. “youre the most beautiful woman in the world.”

you flush as he smiles, “and all of this is for me.” he squeezes your chest and leaves kisses all over you.

“mine youre mine.”

he rolls the condom on before lining himself up, “tell me youre mine.”

you moan as he pushes himself in, “im yours chad only yours.”

he moves his hips furiously as he pounds into you, “yeah mine mine just mine not that piece of shits mine.”

he rubs your clit and you cry out as he continues to mumble about how you're his.

he feels you tighten around him, “dont cum.”

you whine as you open your mouth to complain but he covers you mouth his hand, “dont you dare.”

he continues to pound into you until hes about to cum, “cum for me baby.”

you two cum at the same time, he continues to move, riding out your orgasm.

you two pant and try to catch your breath.

he avoids eye contact with you, “im sorry i lost it like that. i dont know what came over me.”

he feels you hand cup his cheek and bring his face back towards you where he greeted by your smiling face, “its okay chad, i really liked that.”

he also smiles now, “you did?”

you nod, “i've always wanted to do that with you.”

his eyes widen, “really?”

you scoff, “hello? have i not made it obvious i havs a massive crush on you?”

he sits up in shock, “no?”

you throw your head back and laugh, he watches you with delight as you face him again, “well i like you chad.”

“i like you too.”

[applejuicefruit]

Can you write something about reader breaking up with Kylian because she’s having some mental problems and can’t keep up with both relationship and herself but Kylian doesn’t want to let her go because other wise she would be alone? So even if they break up he still take care of her please 🙏

this request was just 😭😭😭

tw : a lot of angst, mention of depression and anxiety

kylian mbappe x reader

As long as you need me

You had no idea how to tell Kylian that you were going to break up with him. That you were going to break up with your boyfriend, the love of your life and the person who always helped you and supported you in the past two years.

You knew this was going to break him, completely, but you were feeling like you were just slowing his life and you couldn’t let that happen.

Kylian knew you suffered from depression when you were a teen. You were first diagnosed when you were only sixteen and you’ve been taking pills since then. When you turned eighteen you started having anxiety and anxiety attacks everytime you felt like you were in a stressful situation and, dealing with anxiety and depression wasn’t a joyful ride. But when you met Kylian everything started to work better for you. You always told him everything, about your past, about your present, about your day. It didn’t matter, he would spent hours just to listening you talk.

But, as you noticed it, he noticed it too that in these past months you were feeling worse and worse and he couldn’t do nothing to help you. He saw how you were slowly breaking and he couldn’t do anything about it and that was killing him. You were his light and you were slowly fading away.

You were sat on the couch waiting for him to come back from training and anxiety was eating you alive.

You were fidgeting with your fingers and you were looking everywhere but the front door.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t even hear Kylian being back home.

“Hey mon amour…”he greeted you but the moment he entered he knew something was off. He felt in the air, bad energy he probably knew what was coming.

“Oh hey Kylian…I didn’t see you…” you said looking up at him and his heart broke when he saw your glossy eyes. He wanted to take your pain away so bad but he knew he couldn’t do it.

“Honey is everything okay?” he asked sitting on the couch next to you.

“Kyky…I think we should talk…” you said, your voice breaking a little.

“Okay…” he said grabbing your hands and putting them on his lap. He knew what was coming but still he wanted to believe you had to tell him something else.

“Kyky…” you called him completely breaking down “you know how much I love you and how much you mean for me…I’m so sorry, I really am, I don’t want to do this but I feel like I have no choice…I’m so sorry Kyky…I think we should take a break…” you explained avoiding his look but you could feel it on yourself “I can’t…I just can’t focus on our relationship anymore…I’m so sorry baby, I am, but I feel like my mind is going to explode at any moment, my thoughts are eating me alive and I can’t do nothing to stop them, my own fucking mind became my first enemy and I don’t know what to do and how to stop it…I only feel like I need time to myself and time to heal and I can’t do it right now Kyky…I tried, I really tried but I can’t…please don’t hate me, I couldn’t handle you hating me” you said finally looking at him.

His hands cupped your face and wiped your tears away.

“Baby girl I could never hate you…never in my life. You mean to much for me to hate you…but I get it, I really do…I wish I could take your pain away but I can’t and that’s fucking killing me because all I want to do is seeing you happy and smiling again…I wish I could take your pain so you don’t have to suffer again…I hate seeing you like this…” he started crying too because he loved you so much and he couldn’t handle seeing you like that. But he felt it. He felt everything you told him because in these past months he was the one to comfort you everytime you cried or your couldn’t sleep, he was the one to calm you down after an anxiety attack, he was the one to handle your mood swings every time you had a depressive episode, he was the one to take care of you when you wouldn’t want to leave your bed, he was the one to help you shower when you felt not doing it. He helped you with everything and you only felt a burden to him, you wanted to be happy and free again but you felt like you were trapped and you couldn’t set free. It was hard for you to explain what you were feeling but you were glad Kylian could understand.

“I just hate the fact that I’m hurting you…I didn’t want to break up Kylian, believe me please, I just want to feel happy again” you cried into his arms while he held you.

“It’s okay baby…I know, I know you just want to feel yourself again…all I care now is for you to feel better, and, boyfriend or not, I’ll be here, as long as you need me…I’ll never leave you, You’re not alone y/n and I want you to know that…I’m here and I will always be here for you…” he whispered into your ear trying to calm you down.

You spent the next hour crying in his arms. Words weren’t needed anymore. Him comforting you as he always did. You didn’t know where or what you were gonna do next but all you knew was that you wanted to feel happy and free again.

He wanted that too. That’s why he was sure that letting you go was the only solution for you to feel better again, but it didn’t matter if you broke up, you knew he was gonna be there, for you, always.

[raibebe]

Moving foreward

Genre: fluff Words: 2.457 Prompt: Samoyed hybrid Jeno x fem. reader

Warnings: unspecific allusions to childhood trauma, allusions to genetic modification

A/N: MY BABY IS BACK! And more baby and insecure than ever because this is set very early in the story and we get to learn some of his background! Bonus points for everyone who can guess which game he was playing. Also please appreciate the header, I ripped my hair out for streamer Jeno.

Hybridverse masterlist

“Wow, I can’t believe they’d just end it like that,” Jeno shook his head, falling back into his chair as he stared blankly at the ending screen of the game he had been playing on stream, “I need answers. This can’t be it. I know this isn’t it.” “We missed a few clues in the mines and the hospital I think,” he read a comment from his chat, “The mines were so creepy, you can’t blame me for that,” he whined, his ears flattening into his fluffy hair, “I was busy not getting that annoying girl killed even though she deserved it for being an absolute ass.” At that, his chat broke out in laughing emotes. “Am I wrong though?” He giggled, closing the game and enlarging his facecam for the viewers instead, so they didn’t have to look at the menu screen. For the cozy atmosphere that he was always striving for, he pulled up his curated playlist of calming videogame soundtracks. 

 “So… I kinda didn’t think we’d be able to finish so quickly, so I don’t really have anything else planned,” he admitted, “We could just jump into some other game real quick but I’m not in the mood for any shooters right now and I might launch myself out of my chair when I get jumpscared again.” He scanned the chat for good suggestions for a little while, his eyes darting over to the clock at the bottom of his screen. It was already quite late and the last half an hour of that game had been way too intense. So maybe he could just cut the stream early today and just get some extra cuddles. That would be nice. He’d very much like some cuddles. And maybe some ear scratches. 

 “Will you be playing ‘No home for us’ once it’s out?” He read out a question from one of his mods. “You know actually,” Jeno sighed, nervously picking at his cuticles, he knew that this question would be coming up sooner or later and that his answer might be unexpected. “I won’t.” Before he could even explain himself, his chat exploded with messages and confused emotes, the messages coming in so fast, twitch was barely able to buffer all of them. “Wait, wait wait, let me explain,” he asked, taking a deep breath to collect his thoughts, “I think the game is going to be great. From what I’ve seen in the trailers and promotional videos, it’s going to bring attention to lots of valid concerns regarding us hybrids and the graphics are absolutely phenomenal. But… But I think the story will hit too close to home for me. I don’t think I’d be in the right mindset to play this and for my mental health, I’ll refrain from playing it on stream. Maybe I’ll take a look and play it in private so I can tell you guys my thoughts on it at least. But I really can’t do this on stream for my own safety.”

 The tone of the chat messages immediately turned from confused to concerned at his words. The game was supposed to be a heavily story-based game following the journey of three different hybrids and it had been praised to high heavens because of that. But especially the story of the female cat hybrid had made the hairs at the back of Jeno’s neck stand up just from seeing the promotional videos and the behind-the-scenes the company had sent him because they obviously wanted hybrid content creators to talk about their game. It was eerily similar to his story even though hers would probably be even more dramatic for obvious reasons of storytelling and would only have a happy ending if you made the correct choices throughout the game. And Jeno already knew that if he were sitting alone in his streaming room, he’d go insane with anxiety over every little choice he had made because he needed this potential happy ending to happen or he’d just end up crying. 

“I- I’ve never really spoken about my story and how I ended up here but I know some longtime followers have probably a good understanding of it,” Jeno mused, sipping on his Redbull just to get a sense of comfort from having the stupid metal straw in his mouth. A coping mechanism - and a comparatively healthy one or so his therapist had told him.

 “Yeah, my story sadly isn’t the one of the golden retriever hybrid,” he laughed uncomfortably, “No privileged background despite my breed. I- I actually grew up in a shelter for most of my life and I’ll always be incredibly grateful for how good care I was receiving there, the social workers really did their best trying to take care of me and all the others.” “Prestigious breed,” Jeno read the comment flying past, his head tilting in confusion, “What’s that even supposed to mean.” He could only snort. Unsure if he should be angry and tell this person off or if he should’ve just ignored the comment to avoid fueling the discussion further. “I mean I guess Samoyeds are on the rarer side of Hybrids but there’s more to it - to me - than that. Multiple factors go into adoption and- Maybe I should do a whole video about this. With a dramatic title and all.” Jeno cut himself short with a giggle before he could get worked up about it. Some people - humans - just didn’t know what life was like for lots of hybrids. Especially the younger humans who didn’t know much about the history and the continuous fight of Hybrids for basic human rights. And while it was seen as normal for Hybrids to attend college and school nowadays, they still had a long way to go until they’d reach true equality.

“Our family just took in a cat hybrid the other day from a shelter and it has been such a process and a half.” “I’m glad to hear that”, Jeno smiled, “Not that it’s been so hard but that you decided to take someone in need in. And I  hope you’ll take the time and effort to try to understand them and learn if they need any special care so you can provide for them. I should really just make a video on this since you’re always so interested in anything hybrid matters. And you really seemed to like the last video where my girlfriend helped to test just how good my sense of smell really is.”

“I’ve actually thought about telling my story multiple times but- But it’s really not a pretty story. And I never wanted my platform to be about me as a person but rather about the games and just having fun and making your days better with it, maybe making some fun content about hybrids with my friend but that’s it. And I already know that if I end up telling my story, people will be nasty about it and tell me that I’m only doing it for attention. But at the same time, this obviously is a huge part of my life and why I am the person I am today and maybe I can do something good for the community if I use my platform to call attention to things like that.”

 A soft knock on the door pulled Jeno from his train of thought, his head snapping to where you quietly slipped into the room. Despite the heavy topic feeling like a weight pressing down on his chest, he couldn’t fight the smile that spread on his lips nor how his tail started wagging. “Hi puppy,” you whispered, mirroring his smile. Making sure that your face was out of the camera shot, you stepped into the frame, letting Jeno pull you close with a grip around your waist. “Thought you might need some company,” you explained yourself, shyly waving to the viewers who were welcoming you warmly. “I’m okay,” Jeno promised, taking a deep breath to fill his lungs with your comforting smell. “You think it’s a good idea?” “Telling your story?” In lieu of an answer, he simply nodded, looking up at you from beneath his lashes. Smiling, you playfully scratched beneath his chin, always endlessly endeared with his puppy-like mannerisms.

“I think it could be a really good thing. To shine a light on some stuff people don’t really talk about and to make people pay attention to things they didn’t know existed,” you spoke your mind, “But it will also make you very vulnerable and I don’t know if you feel comfortable doing that. It’s- It’s a heavy topic just like you said and I don’t know what it’ll do to you mentally if you revisit that time.” “So you’re saying that I shouldn’t do it,” Jeno asked, his brows pulled together in a frown. “That’s not what I said,” you smiled, gently rubbing your thumb through the crease to make him stop frowning, “I know you’re much stronger than when we first met and that you grew so much as a person in such a short time but these memories are- they’re traumatic and you know I hate nothing more than seeing you distressed or in pain.” 

With a glance to his chat that seemed to just be filled with his cute samoyed heart emote, Jeno took a deep breath, giving in to the urge to bury his face in your stomach, nuzzling into the comforting smell of your laundry detergent and something just inherently you. “I asked Doyoung for my files a while back. I have them here but I didn’t have the courage to look into them.” “Do you wanna do that?” You whispered, carefully taking his headset off so you could card your hands through his silky hair and scratch your nails gently against his scalp and along the base of his ears to relax him. “I think I do,” he whispered back, “I wanna do this. I need to know.” “Then I’ll be here to support you,” you smiled, resisting the urge to kiss the crown of Jenos head to keep your face off of the internet, “For every step of the way.” “Love you,” he mumbled into the fabric of your shirt but you were so used to hearing the words from him that you understood them anyways. “Love you too, pup.” Playfully, you pulled his chair off-screen, swallowing his surprised yelp with a sweet kiss. “I have to end the stream,” he sighed against your lips but contradictory to his words, he stole another kiss that you couldn’t help but smile into, butterflies erupting in your stomach like it was the first kiss you shared. “I’ll wait in bed,” you promised, carefully rolling Jeno back into the frame of his facecam. 

Smiling fondly, you watched him stumble over his words with a pinkened face as he said goodbye to his followers. “I- Uhm- Yeah. Oh god,” he giggled, putting his hands on his cheeks to cool down his burning face, “Yeah. I- Like. Uhm. Bye?” At his flustered stuttering, the heart emotes in his chat were replaced by laughing emotes and only then did Jeno notice that his mods must have changed the chat to emote-only mode possibly due to the comments either being mean or it becoming so many, they couldn’t monitor all of them for his mental health. “We can leave the emote-only mode now I think,” he smiled gently, “Everyone, say thank you to our mods for keeping this a safe and positive space.”

“How dare my favorite streamer make me feel single,” he read out a comment, immediately feeling more blood rush to his face, “Well, yeah for those who don’t know or haven’t suspected, that was my girlfriend and I guess we’re going to try and figure out more about my story and stuff… And eventually, I’ll post a video and share as much as I feel comfortable. To… You know raise awareness and actually use my platform for something else rather than getting jumpscared by scary-looking creatures in an old asylum.” “Hmm, yeah, I don’t know what we’ll do on Friday yet. I have to see if Haechan and Chenle are free, so we can play keep expanding our base in ‘The Forest’ and get some more exploring done for once. Yeah… Oh no, I absolutely haven’t forgotten that Chenle betrayed me and left me by myself with that crazy mutant. I’ll get my revenge.” “So yeah, we’ll let you guys know beforehand if the terrible trio will get together on Friday or if I play something by myself. There is this new ghost-hunting game I wanted to give a shot. But until then, stay safe, be kind and don’t forget to stay hydrated. Bye bye, guys.” 

Smiling into the camera and blowing a kiss to it, Jeno turned off his stream. Sighing, he slumped back into his chair for a bit, staring at the empty overlay of his streaming software. He was really going to do this. With his heartbeat picking up and his blood loudly rushing through his veins, he slowly reached out to the bottommost drawer of his desk. The drawer was empty, safe for two things: A thick, light brown file with his name written in Doyoung’s neat handwriting and the stamp of the shelter and an almost sterile-looking white one that just had the number 423 and a logo that resembled DNA splicing printed in black ink. The brown file didn’t worry him too much. Doyoung had already told him that it was mostly his medical records, court cases and documentation of his past failed adoptions. The white file on the other hand gave him chills just looking at it. He didn’t have many memories from when he was a young child - trauma-blocking his therapist had called it - but he could for some reason vividly remember the DNA splicing logo and it was enough to make him sick to the stomach. Gritting his teeth, he picked up the file to put it on his desk. Between all the dark equipment in his room, it stood out like a sore thumb. It clearly didn’t belong here. But whatever was documented in there, it was part of Jeno, no matter how much he hated it. “Tomorrow,” he whispered to no one but himself, pulling his lower lip between his sharp teeth. Tomorrow, he was going to ask you to sit down to look through the file. 

Tonight, he only wanted the comfort of your touch. And if he was demanding to be the small spoon that night, scrolling through Twitter to see the cute clips his fans had made of your visit to the streaming room, that was between him and his browser history. 

[bakugotrashpanda]

Two Truths and a Lie

Chapter 4: How Did It End Up Like This?

Bakugou x Fem!Reader

◈ Pro Hero, Fake Engagement ◈ Word Count: 2165

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You wake up and have no idea where you are.

Bright light sears your eyelids. Too bright. Light that doesn’t reach the couch of your apartment. Peeling one eye open, your vision adjusts and takes in the natural lighting streaming onto the plush pillow.

Slowly sitting up, you stare at your surroundings. Nothing is familiar. The black duvet, the mountain of pillows, the massive bed… This isn’t your place. This doesn’t look like anyone’s place you know… And of course there’s no personal touches in the room; no photographs, no clothes chilling on the floor, not even a cologne or perfume bottle. One bland as fuck room.

Where am I?

Icy dread sets in, dulling the throbbing headache at the base of your skull. Slowly, flashes of last night come back to you. The warning at work. The bar. The announcement. The announcement. Fuck.

The doorknob rattles and panic spears through you. Where the hell did you end up last night? Anyone could walk through that door. As long as it’s not someone from work, you’re relatively okay with it – an HR chat would be the cherry on top of a shit sundae.

Katsuki Bakugou opens the door in black joggers and a gray hoodie. “Mornin’ Princess.”

Not who you thought it would be. “B-Bakugou? Where am I?”

“My place.”

There’s a beat of silence as you futilely wait for him to elaborate. And of course he doesn’t. “Okay, what am I doing here?”

“Oh,” he says in a faux-upbeat voice that doesn’t match the dark look he’s giving you. “You mean you don’t remember last night?”

You bury your head in your hands and groan. You… sort of remember what happened last night. Most of it’s a blur, but the harder you concentrate, the more you can recall. There’s still one thing you’re unsure of… “Did I… Did we sleep together?” Embarrassment heats your face and you can’t bear to look at him. 

Of all the people you could’ve run to after last night, Bakugou wasn’t high on your list. You could’ve gone to a coworker’s place and cried your eyes out about everything. You could’ve buried yourself in mountains of ice cream at the freezer section. But instead, you ended up in Bakugou’s bed.

“No,” he laughs, but there’s no trace of humor in his voice, “But we might as well’ve.”

Your mouth hangs open as you try to make sense of what he said. “What…”

“Let’s take a look through the morning news. The gossip rags are all buzzing about some new relationships. There’s fucking Deku and Pink Cheeks, and oh would you look at that! You and me.” One by one he tosses the magazines and newspapers on the bed. Plastered on the front is you or Bakugou; you, alone at the bar surrounded by glasses, a goofy grin plastered on your face, or grainy close-ups of him. They’re all titled somewhat the same: Dynamight Off the Market? Who is Verity?

Horrified, you stare at the covers. “I can explain.”

“Explain?! How’re you planning on explaining this to me, huh?” Bakugou explodes. A vein near his temple stands out. “Our agents are having a field day with this. Neither of our phones have stopped ringing. Every text I get is asking if I’m really engaged.”

“I was drunk at the bar,” you explain lamely.

“No shit,” he snaps, “Where do you think I found you?”

“You found me there?”

“Yeah, dumbass, I used to go there and I recognized the place in photos people were posting online.” Bakugou runs his hands through his hair. They lace behind his neck and he closes his eyes. He’s silent for a moment. Calming down? Praying? Hoping that this nightmare will end?

When his crimson eyes meet yours, the fight behind them is still there, but better hidden. “Had to get you somewhere where you wouldn’t do more damage.” Damage. Right. This is a mess. And it’s all your fault.

“Well the news said Iz-” you stop and shut your mouth. Even the first two letters of his name lance your heart. He’s not Izuku anymore. “Midoriya and Uraraka started dating and I…”

“You what? You thought you’d one-up your ex?”

Words hurdle out of your mouth before you can think. “Well I didn’t expect to hear he was dating again!” Pain tightens your chest making it excruciating to breathe. “I… It hurt to see him move on. Five years and apparently it meant nothing to him.”

The air around you feels stifling, and the longer he doesn’t respond, the worse it gets. You never hung out with Bakugou much. You and Midoriya ran in social circles that barely overlapped his – that is, when Midoriya actually took you out out.

That was too much information to drop on an acquaintance. What’s he going to say? Get over yourself? Why would he want to be with a nobody like you? You were just holding him back? Nothing you want to hear.

Bakugou clears his throat. He shoves his hands in his pocket looking as uncomfortable as you feel. “Come on.” Bakugou nods towards the door. “I’ll make breakfast.”

He leaves before you can respond so all you can do is follow him.

Bakugou’s apartment is… lifeless. There’s no personal touches; no pictures of friends, nothing to stir happy memories. ‘Clinical’ isn’t the right word. ‘Unused’ is closer.

The white walls and tan living room furniture remind you of an apartment viewing where there’s enough furniture to imagine living there, but nothing to give the impression that it’s already lived in. Even the dining room table that seats eight looks like it was plucked from a magazine but only for show.

The vaulted ceilings are a nice touch though. 

You slide onto a barstool at the island counter and watch Bakugou work. Sleek black cabinets fitted with lights on the underside light white countertops. Bakugou stands in front of a glass top stove, his back to you. From there he grabs spices in magnetic containers on wall mounted strips beside him without even looking.

Looking around at the stacked double ovens and nearly industrial sized fridge, the kitchen is the only place in the whole apartment that looks like Bakugou gave two shits about what went into it. 

Bakugou slides a plate of food in front of you before leaning against the island counter with his own plate. “Eat. I don’t know how you’re not still drunk.”

You do as he says. There’s not enough fight in you to hurl a quick ‘don’t tell me what to do’ at him. It’s been a rough month and being able to shut your brain off from everything is a brief time out you can’t afford to pass on.

The food helps settle your stomach and your mind. You’re finally able to make sense of everything; the announcement, your reaction – no, scratch that, your overreaction – and what you need to do now.

“You can break the news to everyone,” you mumble between bites.

Bakugou’s eyes narrow. “What?”

“You, or I guess your agent, can put out a statement explaining everything,” you say and push the plate away. You’re not done with the food, but you need to make this right, and sticking around Bakugou’s apartment isn’t going to help you. With any luck, you can get a head start back to your place and hole up there before the paparazzi find you on the street. “I was drunk and running my mouth because of Midoriya. There’s nothing between us and it was all a joke.”

You absolutely fucking hate this. You would be scrutinized. Your previous relationship with Midoriya would come to light and you’d be seen as Deku’s stalker ex who needed to lie and say she was engaged to someone. And your boss. Hoo boy she wouldn’t want the press skulking around the office trying to dig into the agency. This wouldn’t be a simple week off of work. It would be forever off of work. And who would want to hire you after that shit show?

And all because you couldn’t handle seeing your ex happy with someone else.

Bakugou chews his food slowly before swallowing. A telltale smirk ghosts the corner of his lips. “Nah babe, I ain’t a quitter. Til death do us part.”

Babe was a nice touch. It felt weird on Bakugou’s tongue in the moment, but the more the word rolled around in his mouth, the better it felt. And seeing you nearly choke on your breakfast was pure entertainment.

Your arm loops through his, the cool spring air causing you to pull closer to him. Or maybe it’s the overwhelming amount of people giving him a wide berth. Bakugou knows that every single one of the people trailing them have cameras trained on the two of you. Normally he’d give them the bird and shout at them to fuck off. But today he relishes the attention — as much as it goes against his instincts. 

Before he left, adamant that he would walk you home so you wouldn’t be swarmed by the paparazzi – and starting quick back and forth of ‘I can take care of myself’ and ‘I know that but would you fucking go along with it?’ – a deal was struck. He wouldn’t issue a retraction statement. In fact, he would go along with it. As of last night, the two of you are in fact engaged, but in title only. He’d play along for now. You didn’t know the reason why he proposed this, but it allowed you to save face. What was that saying? Never look a gift horse in the mouth.

The man who never had a serious relationship suddenly found himself two steps closer to marriage overnight. 

You lean against him, your voice no more than a whisper. “So you’re really okay with this?”

“No, but fuck Deku, and the press already got their hands on it.” He’s not going to tell you that he mulled over what to do all night. He lost sleep thinking about you. His immediate reaction was to set the record straight, tell everyone you were full of shit. But he was still licking his wounds over Ochako, and he basically told that green-haired shit that the two of you are engaged. God why did he have to say that? In some sick twisted way, he wanted to use you just as much as you’re using him.

“We need some ground rules though,” he continues, keeping his voice low. 

“Like what?”

“While we’re doing this – whatever this is – we’re committed. I’ll be the fiancé you want, but I’m not going to be made a fucking fool and have you start dating someone else.” He wouldn’t go through that. Again. “You started this, you end it.”

You nod once. “Reasonable, anything else?”

“If this becomes a distraction, it’s over.”

You snort and break out in laughter. It’s so infectious he can’t help but flash a quick grin before reigning himself in. “Oh, so I have to start and end this, but if you deem it a distraction, then it’s over?”

“Yeah.”

“You do see the irony in that, right?”

“I just went from being one of the top 10 hottest bachelors to being your fiancé overnight.” Bakugou cringes at how his wording makes it seem like he downgraded. 

“You keep up with the ratings for who’s the sexiest?”

“I’ve made it four years in a row,” he smirks. Four years of single ladies stroking his ego. You nearly double over beside him with laughter.

“Oh my god you’re such a dork.” You wipe away a tear from the corner of your eye. Your smile starts to fall and you pull Bakugou to a stop. “Well, this is me. I… guess I’ll be going.” Your hand slips away from his arm, the warmth of your body next to his dissipating. 

“Hold it.” Bakugou’s hand catches yours and he gently pulls you into his chest.

“What?”

One hand rests comfortably on your hip while the other tilts your jaw towards him. Your lips are warm against his, opening ever so slightly in a way that sends a bolt of desire deep inside him. Mentally, he chides himself. You’re both only putting on a show, there won’t be anything else. 

He pulls back before his body can react and adjusts his joggers for good measure. Your eyes flutter open, catching the light just right and dazzling him. The way your fingers reach up and caress your lower lip…

Nope. Stop that. 

“Paparazzi,” he clears his throat. “If we’re going to one-up Deku, we’re going to one-up fuckin’ Deku. We’re going on a date. Soon. I’ll text you. Wear something stunning.” He turns on his heel and starts back towards his place. 

“Wait,” you call after him. “You have my number?”

“Of course I do, you’re my fiancée after all.”

Truth: You and Bakugou are engaged.

Truth: The engagement is out of spite.

Lie: That kiss didn’t affect you or him in any way whatsoever.

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[blue-jisungs]

you blush easily ♡

a/n. HO HO HO GUESS WHOS BACK! ME :D ! where’s my blushing gang at!! i hate it so much, i go all red just from speaking up in public… i’m afraid my cheeks would explode if something like that happened to me irl ...

┆彡 HEESEUNG [ 희승 ]

oh man he loves it so much and doesn’t even hide it

and will try to fluster you every change he gets!!

and enjoys it too…

sometimes will trap you in his lap and hold your hands so you can’t hide your face in them

will laugh at it too, cooing something like "my little tomato" (not funny, hee🙄)

"you look so pretty, you know?" heeseung hummed, leaning towards you. you could clearly see the mischievous spark in his eyes.

"shut up" you grunted, feeling the blood rushing to your cheeks so you tried to squirm away from his grip. but hee, sadly and obviously, was stronger and stopped you from doing so. his smile grew wider as your cheeks reddened.

"make me" your boyfriend smirked, loving every second of your misery. he saw your cheeks reddening even more before you said:

"oh i will" and you sent him a sly smile before closing the gap between you two. at least that way he wasn’t focused on your bright-coloured cheeks right now.

BUT! but. if he hears one of his members saying something like "ooh look at y/n’s red cheeks, she looks like a tomato" …

… dangerous hyung mode activated.

only he can call you like that smh!!!

┆彡 JAKE [ 제이크 ]

when jake was rambling some cute stuff (and didn’t even realise), causing you to blush… at first he thought you’re mad at him

but then you explained that it’s nothing, you just blush easily

and he goes from 😦 to 😄

for the next month teases you just to see that rosy blush on your cheeks, even in public

he grins like a fool in love (well, he is one) every time he sees you like that :P

but then when he overhears someone saying you’re cute like that he decided that only he has the privilege to see you like that 🙄🤚

so he cherishes your red face in private now, placing kisses all over your cheeks

you just tightened your lips, crossing your arms. jake was looking at you, all giggly and with a huge grin plastered on his face.

"yeah? you happy now?" you hummed, trying your best to look pissed off. jake nodded.

"yeah!" your boyfriend waltzed over to you and in a matter of seconds cupped your face, pecking your cheeks… which caused your cheeks to redden even more. he watched that curiously and you just let out a sigh.

"sim jaeyun i hope you’re enjoying yourself because i am leaving now" you mumbled and pretended to walk away just to be trapped in his arms.

"i’m sorry, i can’t help it. you just look so cute like that" jake grinned, his chin resting on your shoulder.

┆彡 JAY [ 제이 ]

he looks like he doesn’t care…

… at first.

because he’s got his lil famous smirk formed on his lips when he realises he’s the reason your cheeks are glowing red

and you can’t help but poke him to stop smiling (he won’t, he finds it adorable)

but. if you’re red and blushy because you’re nervous eg whilst speaking up…

… he’s having his hands around you right away, letting you know that he’s here and he can take over any time (which he does if you tug his sleeve)

FFS I WANT A JAY IM CRYING SLIDING DOWN MY WALL

"and uh… one… medium… yep, one medium–" you mumbled, looking at the menu. no, you didn’t decide yet what to take and the employee’s stare was not helping you at all. you chuckled nervously, cheeks heating up "uhm…"

you felt jay’s hand wrapping around your waist, his thumb drawing circles in a comforting motion. you grabbed the sleeve of his free hand, tugging it softly before hiding your hand in his.

"one medium lemon iced tea. to go. thank you" jay said calmly and the employee nodded, showing you the price of your order.

after paying you moved aside to make room for other people and jay just placed a tender kiss on top of your head, letting you know that there’s no need to get nervous when he’s around.

┆彡 JUNGWON [ 정원 ]

he finds it sooo cute :((

will stop in his tracks whenever your face starts turning red

and will try and legit on fight you so you don’t hide it from him 🙄

in private, he loves to cover your face in kisses when it’s red already as if you’re not going to explode in any moment :)

but don’t get me started if 1) you’re getting red because you’re nervous/uncomfortable, 2) someone is making comments about it

one death stare from jungwon mostly shuts up the person tho

"love you, have a great day!" you grinned and placed a quick kiss on jungwon’s lips. he was taken aback by this action (since you two weren’t big on pda) but it didn’t stop his smile from growing. as your face lit up in bright red, sunghoon sitting on a nearby couch giggled.

"y/n, i think you’re sick. not only you look like that but also you just kissed jungwon–"

your boyfriend’s features dropped immediately and you had to admit, it was a bit scary. his eyes stared into sunghoon’s soul and you heard his older friend gulping.

“ah, i didn’t mean it that way. i meant– sick, like… that’s sick! way. good… way… okay, i’ll go now” sunghoon mumbled and even while he was leaving, jungwon’s stare was burning a hole in his back.

┆彡 NIKI [ 니키 ]

…

do i even need to say something??

teases you, a lot >:(

poking your cheeks, making comments, doing stuff that causes you to redden even more

but he knows when he crosses the line (which doesn’t happen often, fortunately)

but even if… one pout of yours, a fake smile or sad glint in your eye and he’s like… reprogramming himself and mumbles apologies or lets go

you know he means it, teasing is just kind of his love language

(but he really won’t stop cheering you up again if he made you sad!! won’t let go until he hears a laugh escaping your mouth)

“you look like you just ate a whole pot of spicy noodles” niki giggled as if he wasn’t the reason of your blush in first place. you moved your hand away from his, glancing at him. is it really that bad…?

you wanted to stand up and go cool up your face with cold water but riki grabbed your hand, pulling you down. there was a serious look in his face, realisation sinking in.

“but it’s cute, you know? i didn’t mean it in a harsh way, it’s just…” he stutters, trying to gather his thoughts. you just smiled, pecking his lips. it just warmed his heart how you knew that he’s not too good with words and– “look who’s blushing now though. what did you say? spicy noodles–?”

riki squirmed away from your grip and you started chasing him around to take a closer look at his rosy cheeks.

┆彡 SUNGHOON [ 성훈 ]

he's actually sweet about it (sometimes)

because, yes, of course, he will tease you just to see that blush creeping up on your cheeks and then will proceed to joke about it

but the second he sees you're getting all red because of unwanted attention or getting nervous, he's next to you

both of you wanted to go home and you were about to do so when you, unfortunately, parted ways. someone wanted to talk so sunghoon and you were greeted by some random girl that swore she saw you somewhere. and as sunghoon was done talking, he started searching for you.

and then his eyes caught your reddening face and lips forming into a nervous smile. your boyfriend rushed to you, unnoticingly grabbing your hand.

"sorry to interrupt you but we-- uh, we have to go. i left the stove on" he said with a small smile and dragged you away from the clearly puzzled girl. you let out a sigh of relief and once you were safe in the elevator, blood washing off from your cheeks.

"that was such an awkward convo, i said so much dumb stuff... i feel like an idiot" you mumbled, playing with your fingers.

"that's why i rescued you" sunghoon grinned and you decided to hide in the crook of his neck (even if it was just the two of you now)

mans will sacrafice himself to get you out of an awkward convo, literally

and as much as he gets you (getting nervous or shy after saying something dumb lmaoo), he finds it cute too

plus he would be lying if he said that it doesn't make his heart skip a beat if you blush because of him

┆彡 SUNOO [ 선우 ]

the moment you told him you blush easily when you get flustered or nervous, he knew he has to protect you at all costs :((

even if he uses it as a "biting back" card while bickering with each other, he's absolutely protective if someone strange points it out or is the reason of your embarrassment

and internally... someone save this boy because is it normal for a human heart to beat THAT fast ?? obv when he sees your face in blushy state

he loves to squish your cheeks when they are completely red and he’s so giggly about it help

overall he’s very precious i luv him sm

you sighed, placing your hands on your cheeks to hide the redness even a bit. heeseung just grinned at your reaction and the door suddenly opened, sunoo walking in. a crease formed between his brows when he noticed you(r flushed face).

"hyung, what did you say to her?" sunoo whined and sat next to you, causing you to redden even more. heeseung was taken aback by his younger reaction, especially when sunoo continued "i swear if you were making fun–"

"it was about you, dumbass" heeseung laughed and left the room, leaving you two. sunoo turned his eyes to you, curiosity in them. you let out a sigh while he gently took off your hands from your cheeks.

"it’s just… we were talking about you… and how cute you are… and that maybe, i dunno– iseeyouinmyfuture" you mumbled quickly, hoping you wouldn’t have to repeat it again.

"you see me in your future?" sunoo chocked out and as you hid your face in his neck, he swore his heart is going to rip itself out from his chest. he grinned to himself as he saw a glimpse of your red neck.

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[pariahsparadise]

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requested by @gaycrimsonghost: unsure if you're taking requests at the moment but hello! i am mildly sick so i was wondering- can i request a sick!reader x cedric diggory fluff?

word count: 0.9k

pairings: cedric diggory x gn!reader

warnings: sickness, swearing, unedited work, reader is lowkey unpredictable idk

a/n: you're probably not sick anymore, but thank you for the request anyways! so sorry it took so long for this to get out. also, this fic is mainly dialogue because i suck at knowing how sick people act, but i still think it's kinda cute? idk

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

“I’m sick.”

“Really? I hadn’t noticed.”

You groan at the sarcasm in your boyfriend’s statement, sending him a scowl that he simply laughs off. Undeterred, you try again, “You can’t be in here. Pomfrey will have your head.”

“She won’t,” Cedric says, crossing the floor of your dorm in two long strides, sitting down on the mattress beside your body. One of his hands reaches out to brush some stray hair away from your face, freeing themselves from your loose ponytail, “Because she’s not going to find out.”

“‘Course she will,” you huff as Cedric touches the tips of his fingers to your forehead, discreetly (or so he thinks) checking your temperature, “I’ll tell her.”

Cedric gasps dramatically, hand leaving you to fly up to his chest, “You wouldn’t.”

“I so would. Anything to prevent my boyfriend from-” your voice cuts off as you wave your hands around your body, as if your sickness is a visible aura, “-even if it does involve snitching.”

“No,” he repeats, “You wouldn’t.”

“And why’s that?”

“Because you love me?” You raise your eyebrow, like you could ever possibly doubt that, and Cedric laughs, trying again, “Because I come with a bribe.”

Your mouth twists up on one side in a half-smile, “Do go on.”

“Here,” Cedric deposits a small parcel on your stomach, rushedly tied with paper and brown string. “It’s not much,” he explains quickly as you open it, “But I know you hate being sick, and I thought this might help cheer you up a little.”

You can’t respond yet, because you’re busy gawking at the contents of the package. Three of the latest Quibbler editions are stacked at the bottom, Cedric knew you loved reading them, and on top of them are a large array of small items, balancing for dear life. You spy chocolate frogs and cauldron cakes, all accompanied with your other favourite candies, a deck of Exploding Snap cards, two little bottles of essential oils (the neatly scrawn labels with the familiar handwriting make you realise that Cedric must have ignored Snape to concoct them in Potions) and a couple of candles to match.

“Earth to Y/N?” You distantly hear Cedric say, but it’s only when his hand pokes your shoulder that you zone back in.

“This- this is unbelievable, Ced,” you say, feeling your face split into the stupid little smile only he knows how to trigger, “Holy shit. ‘It’s not much,’ my ass.”

“You like it, then?” He chuckles, but you see his shoulders slump minisculely with relief, the tension in them leaving as he takes in your happy features.

“Like it? Cedric, if I wasn’t sick, I’d straddle you right here and-”

“Woah! Okay!” Cedric’s cheeks pink and when his hand reaches up to steady his trembling chest, it’s for real this time. He shakes his head at you disapprovingly, but you catch the giveaway twinkle in his eye, “Merlin's sake, control yourself.”

You pout a little, “You sure I can’t convince you to get into bed with me?”

“What was it you were saying earlier? Something along the lines of ‘Anything to protect my stellar boyfriend from the ickiness of my ungraceful, sick body-’ -Oi!”

Your pillow catches him off-guard, but it proves effective in its task of shutting Cedric up, who simply looks bewilderedly at the cushion on the floor. You start to laugh at his expression, but it quickly turns into a cough, which leads to you to start shivering, fists bunching in the blankets over you as you pull them higher, trying to warm up.

“You alright?” You hear your boyfriend fret, his head appearing in your peripheral vision as you feel his hands start to card through your hair, trying to soothe you.

“Just c-cold,” you say a little brokenly, twisting to delve your side deeper into the mattress.

You gasp as you suddenly register warm hands on the front of your body, starting to gently massage your stomach. Cedric twines his arms around you securely, pressing a soft kiss to your ice-cold neck before returning his attention to warming you up.

You practically melt into his own body, all complaints dancing on the tip of your tongue dropping down instantly as his hands work circles along your ribs, certain that this is heaven you’ve found yourself in. In a matter of minutes, you’re warm again, but Cedric’s hands don’t stop their work, even when you assure him that you’re fine now.

“Angel,” you murmur to yourself, raising your voice to address him directly, “You’re a fucking godsend, you know that?”

“I am pretty great, aren’t I?” He remarks cockily.

“Never mind. Get out of my bed.”

“Whatever happened to ‘You sure I can’t convince you to get in bed with-’ -Dude, what is it with you and pillows? Y/N, stop it hEY SOMEONE HELP-”

Not even thirty seconds later, Cedric’s being escorted out of your dorm, tall body leaning down precariously to allow Madam Pomfrey to twist his ear, but all he can think about is your flushed face, frame trembling with giggles. Your features taken over by something other than the sickness that’s been plaguing you for days now.

As far as he’s concerned, his mission’s accomplished.

[munsonsreputation]

hi kay! how are you, my love?

you got me thinking a lot about taylor swift songs that give steve harrington vibes! (like 80% of the time i'm thinking about it, and 20% of the time i'm waiting for someone to mention taylor to start thinking about it again). well, this one is not happy, but have you ever thought of the last time? he's at her front door, lots of angst, and lots of heartbreak.

(i promise i'll think of something happy)

effie, this request literally BROKE ME...this is such a Steve song and imo the most underrated song on Red TV. Please, please, please, slide into my inbox so we can discuss which taylor songs are steve vibes!!!

anyways, I really hope you like this...thank you for this incredibly heart wrenching ask 😭💘

Steve didn’t know how he got here, right in front of your doorstep, but somehow the roads always led him here. 

To you. 

He tried to forget you, exactly how you told him to, time and time again, but he just couldn’t. His heart couldn’t let you go, no matter how hard he tried. No matter how many other dates he went on. No matter how many meaningless conversations he had with strangers. No matter how many people he kissed. 

He always wanted you. 

It wasn’t that Steve didn’t love you, because he did. He was madly and irrevocably in love with you. But he was also stupid. He said things he didn’t mean. He made you cry a countless amount of times. And he broke your heart over and over again with no remorse. 

He didn’t deserve you. 

But still he knocked. 

You stared down the hallway, chest rising deeply as you knew exactly who it was on the other side. He always had a habit of showing up at ridiculous hours of the night. Hours that you were awake, and he knew that. For a second you contemplated ignoring him, walking towards your bedroom and tucking yourself into bed in hopes of never seeing him again. 

But you didn’t do that. 

The doorknob turned and there he was. Hands in his pockets, a deep breath leaving his mouth, and a tight-lipped smile on his face. 

“Sorry, if I woke you.” 

Sorry, Sorry, Sorry…always fucking sorry. 

You didn’t bother explaining why you were still up, just moving aside to let him in and he did so casually. Walking past you, then stepping into the middle of your living room, watching you lock and latch the door shut. 

“What are you doing here?” 

Your voice was filled with exhaustion and you sure as hell looked like it, too. Dark circles under your eyes, baggy clothing practically flooding your body, and eyes that didn’t even dare to meet his. 

He remained there, stuttering over his thoughts as he tried to come up with a plausible answer, “I-I just wanted to make sure you’re ok.” 

You couldn’t help the breath of air that pushed strongly out your nose and the dreadful grunt that followed it. He couldn’t possibly be trying to make that his excuse, was he? 

“Am I ok? Let me think, Steve?” You paused, eyes darting up to the ceiling before finally glaring at him. 

“I’m not ok and you know that.” 

He wasn’t a stranger to this type of behavior coming from you, and he knew he deserved it. It was just surprising to see you show it so early in the conversation. Usually you’d put up a front before exploding, but tonight was different. 

Steve gulped, removing his hands from their confines and tangling them nervously together in front of him. 

“I know, and I’m sorry—“ 

“Sorry?” Your voice snapped, causing his eyes to widen slightly as you stalked towards him closer, finger pointed to him like a weapon. 

You were angry. 

You were sad. 

You were tired. 

And you were done with Steve Harrington. 

“Do you understand how much pain you’ve caused me?” 

He didn’t have the guts to look you in the eyes now, turning his head to the coffee table to the left of him in hopes of avoiding you, but your words didn’t stop. 

“Do you know what it’s like to have your heart broken by the same person over and over again in a blink of an eye? Oh, wait, you don’t because you’re the one doing it to me.” 

Steve closed his eyes, shaking his head, “That’s not my intention and you know that—“ 

“No!” Turning your back to him as you trudged away, fingers tugging at your roots with how stupid he was trying to tell you you were wrong

He followed you, stupidly, and planted his hands on your shoulder, attempting to turn you to face him once again. 

“Get off me!” You growled, slapping his hand away roughly, he almost looked offended. 

“What’s gotten into you?” He ordered, hands resting on his hips, looking at you with that fucking face that made you so angry you wanted to slap him, but you couldn’t and you wouldn’t let him do this to you. 

“Tell me, what’s your intention, Steven? Show up at my doorstep when the girl you went on a date with wasn’t interesting enough for you? When you realize that I’m who you want? How many times have we been over this, Steve?” 

You were right and he couldn’t even answer it. Just staring at you, looking at you as if you were insane. 

“I’m done, Steve.” You spoke tiredly, stepping away from him, heading for your bedroom. 

Opening drawers and pulling out all his belongings he had left behind after every night he stayed and he watched you do it, not even trying to stop you. 

“I’m done being the doormat that you walk all over and use. I’m done being your emotional support. I’m done talking you through bad dates, all while I’m the one in love with you. I’m done waiting for you to wake up and realize that I loved you.” 

His shirts and pullovers thrusted into his chest as he spoke desperately. 

“I love you—“ 

“No, you don’t!” You began to cry, frustrated at the fact that he wasn’t getting it through his thick skull and so you had to walk away from him again. Back down the hall to where it began, with him trailing behind you. 

“You love that I’m a convenient person to have around for you to use when you need me. But you don’t love me.” 

His brows furrowed, forehead pushed up like he was forgetting his memory all of a sudden. “That’s not true.” 

You laughed up at the ceiling, fingers harshly wiping the tears off your cheeks as your mind began to reply to multiple nights you’d find yourself crying over Steve, then the next kissing him to make yourself feel better. 

“Nancy? Heather? Rebecca? Shauna? Brooke? Steve, you went on dates with all of those girls even though you told me you loved me and that I was the only person you wanted to be with. Yet you never made me your girlfriend. You never even tried. You used me and I was too dumb to realize it.” 

Steve knew you were right. You saw right through him and you probably even knew deep down in your heart that he had just arrived from another horrible date, hoping to find comfort with you. 

“You know how excruciating it is to watch you leave and then come back like everything is fine? Do you know what that does to a person who truly believe that you’re the only one for them yet you treat me like this?” 

Your chin was shaking as you spoke, trying to get it in his head the damage he had done. That he had been the person who broke you, never imagining he was capable of such an act.

He tried to explain himself, yet he didn’t know how to. He was never good at emotions. 

“I—It’s not like that, it’s just that….I’m scared of hurting you and—“ 

You couldn’t help but clap, taking him aback by his revelation as you stood there sobbing with a look of disappointment coating your face along with the salty tears he wanted to reach over and brush away. 

“Congratulations, Steve. You outdid yourself, really. You’ve done more than hurt me. You’ve humiliated me. Made me feel like I’m not ever going to be worthy of a real relationship. And most of all, you’ve made me hate you.” 

You never thought you could hate Steve. You loved him since the first kiss you two shared years ago, yet you also felt nothing inside. Now numb to all feelings after realizing that Steve would never commit to you or even had the intention of being together ever. He only saw you as a person he was able to fall back on because you cared so much about him. That was enough for you to know that you could no longer love him. That erasing him from your life would be better than the hookups and rebounds because it meant finally getting the peace back in your life. 

His eyes began to cloud with tears, looking at you stare at him with no emotion.

No love.

No lust.

No happiness.

No joy. 

Nothing. 

He had lost you, for real this time. 

“I don’t ever want to see you again,” voice cracking, finally turning away from him and walking towards the front door, opening it wide. 

Part of Steve wanted to get down on his knees and beg for forgiveness. To finally tell you, he would change. That it would just be you and him against the world like that would make everything better and the past be forgotten.

But it wouldn’t. 

You couldn’t even look at him without feeling nauseated. Knowing you had let him in time in time again being so foolish to think that the morning after he would wake up and say he wanted to be with you forever.

But that was never going to happen again. 

So Steve nodded defeatedly, footsteps heavy against the floors as he went out and only looked back to say, “sorry,” hoping that would change your mind. 

But it didn’t. 

You closed the door and never looked back. 

That was the last time. 

[cutetehe]

Male Mc arm wrestling Diavolo and WINS, how do the brothers react?

lil story!

mc watched as Lucifer and Diavolo arm wrestled, the winner ended up being Diavolo. Mc wanted to join the fun so he asks if he could join

Lucifer was gonna say no but Diavolo wanted to arm wrestle mc for fun

“Sure! But just so you know I won’t go easy on you” Diavolo says confidently

“Good, I love a challenge ” mc responds while extending his arm to arm wrestle

Diavolo grabs mc hand and they get ready to start their arm wrestling match, Lucifer calls the shots on when they go

“Ready, set, GO” Lucifer watches as his two lovers friends(?) arm wrestle, he was suprised to see mc being able to withstand Diavolo strength and Diavolo looked surprised too

After five minutes of Diavolo and mc struggling all the brothers watched, Mc didn’t want to lose and neither did Diavolo

“GO MCC!!” Mammon cheers

With one last push Mc was able to beat Diavolo

“Good game Diavolo!”

Lucifer

Didn’t know who to cheer for

He didn’t expect you to win

a HUMAN won against the prince of demons, of course he’s surprised

Well at least he doesn’t have to worry about you getting mugged☠️

Watching you show off your strength awoken something in him

Lucifer didn’t cheer for anyone

If you want- he’ll give you a reward if you want it

He asks how you were able to beat Diavolo

And all you say is “I’m strong”

After you beat Diavolo you looked tired so Lucifer left the wrestling match to get you water

When he comes back he finds you looking exhausted, he isn’t surprised you did just face one of the strongest demons

He gives you the water and you thank him

Will try to get you to arm wrestle him next but somewhere more privet

MAMMON!!!

He might have been cheering you on but he thought you were gonna lose ngl

He’s so impressed

He wants to arm wrestle next!

Mammon thinks of so many schemes

“I am both deeply in love but scared” Mammon thought

Mammon is going to open an arm wrestling match with you

You are gonna make him so much money

The best part of this plan is that you won’t get hurt! You are strong as hell!

Mammon hires you as a bodyguard even if you don’t agree

“MC PROTECT MEEE” Mammon screams while running away from leviathan

“MAMMMON DONT HIDE BEHIND MC” leviathan yells

“it’s 7:00 am can y’all not” Mc says after literally just waking up

“Sorry” Leviathan and Mammon immediately stopped fighting to make sure Mc isn’t angry

Leviathan

He recorded it

He was so surprised you won he dropped his DDD

had to rub his eyes to make sure he wasn’t dreaming

He’s now scared that you’ll break his controller

“Mc before we play devilcart I need to tell you something…” Leviathan mumbles

“What is it?” Mc asks

“If you break my controller I’ll never forgive you” Leviathan says dead serious

“Why would I????” Mc is confused

“YOU ARE STRONG YOU CANT EXPECT ME TO NOT BE NERVOUS!” Leviathan yells

“you can’t be serious- have you ever seen me break the controller?” mc asks

“No but-”

“THEN WHY WOULD IT CHANGE??? DID I JUST SUDDENLY GET STRONGER??” Mc is more confused than angry

Mc and leviathan just argue and forgot about the game entirely

“I feel offended that you would assume I would do such a thing!” Mc crosses his arms

“fine, fine. I’m sorry” leviathan apologizes

“Thank you now let’s play-” mc went to go pick up the controller and it fucking explodes

“…”

“…”

“WHAT EVEN HAPPENED?!?” Mc yells

Satan

Thought that you both planned this or something- you beating up Diavolo? The prince of demons?? Yeah right

Then he arm wrestled you and lost hard

Mc and Satan arm wrestled and Satan lost so hard he broke the table

Satan puts your strength to the test

“MC CATCH!” Throws a bookcase

“bruh.” Mc dodges the bookcase

“Mc you were supposed to catch it!” Satan was about to scold you for not catching it

“YOU WANTED ME TO CATCH IT?? I THOUGHT IT WAS A MURDER ATTEMPT” mc yells

“well you’re wrong now let’s do that again” Satan leaves to get another bookcase

Mc tries to explain to Satan that he should’t do that

“Cant catch a bookcase but can win against Diavolo? Suspicious.” Satan crosses his arms

“Satan this isn’t one of your mystery novels but will be more of a murder mystery book if you throw another book case at me”

Satan finally understands that throwing a bookcase at someone is insane

“Wanna head to my room now that I’m done throwing bookcases at you?” Satan asks

Mc doesn’t wanna go into his room cause satan room is basically JUST bookcases

“No let’s go to the cat cafe” mc knows satan would never say no to a cat cafe

“YEAH”

anyways where was I going with this?

I forgot so I’m gonna go to the next character

ASMODEOUS

live streamed the entire thing

now the entire devildom knows about you strength

mammon plan is now over

“What else can those hands do?”

“what”

“What”

Asmo was cheering mc on with the knowledge that mc would win

Mc helps asmo a lot when shopping so he wasn’t surprised you won..

Okay maybe a little

Anyways now that he knows you can beat Diavolo in an arm wrestling match you’re gonna be a lot like this:

Beel is gonna feel so bad for you while watching you carry those bags

“Mc do you need help-” beel offers

“Yea!-” mc was cut off by asmo

“No! This is part of his training!”

“why is everyone trying to murder me” mc weeps

“Asmo Mc is literally about to die” Beel responds

“ok but is he dead? no so keep holding those bags Mc!” Asmo cheers mc on

“I hope you go to the deepest pits of hell” mc mumbles

“What was that?” Asmo asks

“Nothing~” mc carry’s the bags till they finally get done

Mc was pampered for the rest of the day by asmo

“Asmo don’t ever make me go through that again” Mc weeps

“Fine…” Asmo responds while massaging Mc back

Beel

was in the middle of eating when you won

He was so surprised you won he stopped eating

“does food poisoning cause hallucinations?” Is in Beel search history now

Beel went to arm wrestle you next but then he saw the table broken and Satan laying on the ground and backed out

“Mc why was there four broken bookcases on the ground outside your room” beel asks

“Beel great timing I need you to do something for me!” Mc says completely ignoring the question

“I need you to protect me from everyone for the next week” mc says

“oh why?” Beel is curious (I almost spelt curious with a q I’m going insane)

“EVERYONE BEEN TRYING TO KILL ME” mc cries

Beel agrees to help mc

Mc and Beel are the new Lucifer and Diavolo but if it was a knockoff

belphie

i hate spelling this dude name

he never got up so fast after he heard mc beat Diavolo

“BEAT DIAVOLO IN WHAT? A FIGHT? A GUN BATTLE? A BATTLE TO THE DEATH?!?”

“dude wtf is wrong with you it was an arm wrestling match get therapy” Leviathan says disturbed

“oh, okay that’s still cool” belphie says while going back to sleep

“you sound uninterested” Leviathan says before leaving

belphie assumes you got your strength by carrying him everywhere

belphie is gonna make fun of Diavolo on devilgram on Mammon account

yeah sorry if this one has to much crack

MASTERLIST

[targaryenluvs]

I Got You [andrew!peter parker]

requested (anon)

pairings: Andrew!Peter Parker x Reader

warnings: fluff, harmless following <3

an: italics = peters thoughts

REQUESTS ARE OPEN I WRITE FOR ANYTHING :) 

NO SPOILERS AT ALL FOR NWH (SET IN TASM)

As she walked down the busy streets with her friend, Gwen, Y/n failed to notice the spandex wearing, spider-web slinging hero following her from above. “I totally didn’t notice Gwen! Thank you oh thank you for opening my eyes.” She giggled as her friend pulled a “shocked” face. “Well if it wasn’t for me he would’ve never given you his number! Your welcome, Your Highness Y/n.” Gwen spoke as she nudged Y/n’s arm. 

Number? Who’s number? Why are you taking other guys’ number?

“Oh whatever Gwen.” Y/n giggled, “This is my stop, Y/n/n.” Gwen said, “You’re sleeping over tonight, right?” Y/n nodded, “But I have to go do file a few things at Oscorp, I’ll be back by 3.” Gwen got up to her doorstep and looked back, “Good to know, I’ll see you later!” Y/n waved as she walked away smiling.

God she look’s pretty.

Y/n walked a few minutes before attempting to cross the road. Key word, attempting. As she walked across looking down at the pavement as usual with her headphones in she missed the huge OSCORP labelled truck barrelling down the road towards her. C’mon Y/n look around! Peter said as he sprung into action.

“I got you!” He shouted,  as he swung down and scooped Y/n up by her waist, “Ah!” She screamed as she grabbed onto the nearest solid thing, Peter. As they effortlessly swung through the air, Peter couldn’t help but smile under his mask, he was so close to his crush. Y/n’s excited squeals filled Peter’s ears as they continued to swing around NYC until landing on top of a tall building.

“Oh my god!” Y/n spoke as she tried not to have her heart explode out of her chest as adrenaline pumped through her. “That- you.” Y/n stumbled over her words as she tried to catch her breath, “You saved me! Thank you so much.” She spoke with a smile on her face. “Uh no problem!” Spider-Man spoke as he tried to alter his voice. 

As Y/n looked up her eyes dilated at the sight of the man in front of her. “You’re, holy shit, you’re Spider-Man!” She gushed as Peter awkwardly stood trying to contain himself. “Yeah! I am! I mean uh-uhm, yeah. You should really start looking left and right Y/n.” Peter explained to the teen, “How do you know my name?” She enquired, “Well I was swinging in the neighbour-hood when someone said your name, next thing I knew you’re in-front of a truck.”

Great save idiot. Couldn’t have just pointed to her name tag?

Y/n’s shirt had an Oscorp name tag on the right. “And uh you have a name tag.” Peter explained to her. “Oh yeah! That makes sense, well uh thanks for the save down there and I’m late! Damn it.” Y/n sighed, “I can take you there, or y’know swing you there.” He said as he slowly stepped closer, “You’d be a life saver thanks.” She gushed as she stepped closer, Peter wrapped his arm around her waist as Y/n placed a hand on his chest and another around his back, locking herself in.

Spider-Man extended his arm which shot out a web and they were off! Left and right they dodged buildings as people shouted, “Spider-Man! It’s Spider-Man! Holy shit Spider-Man! He probably saved her! We love you!” Their time was cut short as they reached the Oscorp building, “Here we are.” Y/n smiled, “Thank you so much, for y’know. I gotta go but it was great meeting you!” 

“Y/n!” A co-worker of hers shouted at her, “C’mon! It’s Harry’s birthday!” The woman shouted at her, “Gotta run bye! Nice to meet you!” 

Peter sighed, “Nice to meet you too.”

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Law & Love Chapter 5

A/N: This was SUPPOSED TO BE the last chapter…..but, oh well. Who’s gonna complain about more Sheriff Beau Arlen? Am I right?

THEN

I do as he asks and before I know it, his lips are on mine and his arms are wrapped around my waist. 

NOW

Chapped lips press earnestly against mine as I wrap my arms around Beau's neck, running my fingertips through the silk strands of his hair.

The kiss remains chaste and austere but still I melt against his solid and firm body. I whimper audibly when he pulls away.

His hands lingers on my hips as I slowly open my eyes and look up at him. Beau smiles sheepishly and whispers, "I've been dying to do that."

"Well, I wouldn't mind doing it again-" I say as I pull his face back down to mine and kiss one side of his mouth before moving to the opposite side and kissing. "-and again."

Beau's hands slide to my back and squeezes. "Is that right, darlin'?"

"Mm-hmm," I hum, with a nod. "And more."

"Damn sweetheart," he chuckles as his eyes twinkle. "You're going to give this old man a heart attack."

He smiles down at me before bending down and capturing my lips again, moving his over my mouth. I feel the faint trace of his tongue against the seam and willingly open my mouth to grant him entrance.

The taste of bitter coffee, cinnamon and a hint of sweetness explode over my taste buds as our tongues glide along one another. The moan that escapes my throat is unexpected but appropriate and Beau swallows it down with fervor. 

By the time Jenny and Officer Poppernak return with the  items from my house in hand, Beau and I are sitting on the small sofa in his office, watching funny videos on his phone. His arm is slung around my shoulders and we are temple-to-temple looking down at the mobile device.

“Looks like you made up,” Hoyt voices as they sit a box of the now despised gifts on the desk. I look up to see a warm smile on her face.

“Cozy,” Poppernak agrees with a wiggle of his eyebrows. 

Beau snaps his fingers and points at them both with his free hand. “Enough of that. Get those fingerprinted and logged ASAP.”

“Got it, sir, On it.” Poppernak nods and lifts the box. “Sorry.”

I smile up at the man, silently letting him know his jab is alright with me. 

Beau escorts me home in the evening after getting me to sign an official statement and making sure no steps are missed when logging in the evidence and the fingerprints are scanned correctly. 

“It takes about 24 hours for a match, if the person is in the system.” Beau explains as we head to his truck.” A little longer if they’ve never committed a crime.”

“Beau, what if-” I pause to word my concern correctly, “-whoever this is, hasn’t…you know, committed a crime?”

“Don’t worry your pretty little head about that,” he says with a squeeze of my hand. “Let me handle it okay, darlin’?”

“Yea okay,” I acquiesce. “But you’ll let me know if you find out who it is, right?”

He doesn’t answer as we pull into my driveway. His eyes are squinted and he is studying something through the windshield. I turn to look and gasp.

There are words spray painted on my front door. ‘You went to the cops?’

“Oh my god! How…..what….why?” I can’t form a complete thought let alone a whole sentence. My body is shaking as I read and re-read the words. 

“Stay here,” Beau commands before he opens his door and jumps out. I watch as he canvasses the front side of my house and steps up to the door. He pulls a handkerchief from his pocket, bending over and picking something up. It looks like a piece of paper.

Beau  carefully carries the item back to his truck and gets in.

“You’re not staying here,” he says with an authoritative tone that tells me there will be no discussion about it. “I’m taking you to my place. You can stay with me.”

We head back to the station and Beau rushes in, handing the new evidence to Poppernak. “Dust that for fingerprints and get a handwriting expert in here. This just upped the ante.”

I look at the paper and gasp. ‘Bitch you will pay for that’

Beau wraps his arms around me and pulls me in close. “Don’t work darlin’. I ain’t gonna let nothin’ happen to you,” he whispers and peeks a kiss on top of my head. 

“Pop, I’m taking Ms. Y/L/N to my trailer. Keep me updated. I don’t care what time it is. If something comes in, call me. Understand?”

Officer Poppernak nodded and looked at me, sincerely. “Don’t worry. We’ll get whoever it is.”

Beau ushers me back out to his vehicle and holds the door as I climb in. Once he is sure I am secure he closes the door and saunters around the front of it. 

As he shuts his door, he sighs. “Well this isn’t exactly how I was hoping to spend time with you. My place-” he pauses as he sighs again. “-it ain’t much. Not a lot of room but I cannot keep you safe anywhere else. You trust me, right?”

Beau looks over at me solemnly. My heart breaks. “I trust you immensely Beau. We will figure it out. I’m not opposed to sharing your space, if you’re not.”

Beau half-smiles and turns the key, igniting the engine. “Darlin’ we’re going to be sharing more than just space.” 

Much to my surprise, Beau’s trailer is actually a camper set up on the outskirts of town, near the boundary edge of the forest that borders the town. I never knew people actually lived out here but I’ve only been a resident myself for five weeks so I can’t really say I’d given it much thought. 

Beau parks in front of the makeshift porch and turns the engine off, casting us in almost complete darkness and an absolute stillness. It’s peaceful and tranquil but my nerves are frazzled and I cannot seem to appreciate it. 

What if my so-called secret admirer finds out where I am and decides to make good on his threat? There’s not a lot out here to stop him; no way to defend myself. Then I look over at Beau. His features are illuminated by the dim light of the dash. 

If there is anything I’m sure of, it’s that Sheriff Beau Arlen will protect me and keep me safe. 

My hero doesn’t wear a cape; he wears Wranglers and a Stetson.

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Light in the Darkness (4)

Abby Anderson X Fem!Reader, College AU, Part 4

Since part three was so short I am double posting, so when there is a small journal entry or “thought” chapter then there will usually be a double post because the content was so short.

But I’m not promising anything.

TW: Anxiety, overthinking.

PT. 3 PT. 5

Chapter 4–> Line Without a Hook, Ricky Montgomery, Week 12

Lyrics: “All my emotions feel like explosions when you are around

And I’ve found a way to kill the sound.”

Fuck Max, Tatum, and Bailey. Not literally, but figuratively. Why? Because now you’re in a small club with way too loud music, way too many flashing lights, and way too much of the smell of alcohol induced vomit that could very well be touching every nook and cranny of this hell hole. Of course, you did say yes, so it was partly your fault.

But you were still overstimulated, about ready to explode with anxiety. Tatum was already on the dance floor, dragging Max along behind her. Max was Tatum’s designated ‘gay’ best friend. They’ve always clicked, it’s like they share the same brain.

Bailey was with you, sitting at the bar. She wasn’t drinking, having been the next designated driver in the trio’s rotation. You offered to drive, but they all declined. Maybe it’s because you never went to bars or clubs with them, which was fine. They’ve never been your scene. But Max begged you to go, he felt bad because he thought you felt left out. Even though you explained that you didn’t feel left out, you said you’d go with them tonight.

“You good?” Bailey asked, leaning close to you so you could hear her over the music. Shrugging, you turn to look at the dance floor. There were a lot of people pressed close together, grinding, making out. You couldn’t find Max or Tatum anymore, but someone else caught your eye.

Owen, Abby’s ex-boyfriend. He was making his way through the crowd, stopping to grind on an unsuspecting woman. It was weird, maybe disgusting. Definitely disgusting. You had a weird feeling about him, even when you were bitching at him because of the Red Bull.

“I’m going out onto the floor,” Bailey said, catching your attention.

Nodding, you watch Bailey blend into the crowd. Turning back to the bar, you pulled out your phone. Pinterest seemed to be a good app to get your mind off of the club, cats being your choice of obsession.

“Hey, you’re Abby’s lab partner, right?” A voice too close to your ear caused you to flinch, scaring you from looking at a bright orange picture of a cat.

Turning your head, you saw a dark-skinned girl sitting on the stool next to you. Her body faced the crowd of sweaty college students, but her face was towards you.

“Yeah,” You frown, “Why?” Does Abby talk about you? You would probably be brought up because of her project, but hopefully nothing else would be brought up.

Abby’s friend widened her eyes, “Oh, she didn’t say anything bad, I promise.” She looked as if she let out some horrible secret, her deep brown eyes shifting away. “I’m Nora, I’d like to say I’m Abby’s best friend.”

You raised an eyebrow, not sure why she would approach you out of nowhere. Let alone at a club, and without Abby near. She already knew your name, which was weird considering Abby barely talked about her friends.

“Nice to meet you, is Abby here with you?” You ask, not trying to show your suspicion. It seemed to work, Nora visibly relaxing as she hummed, looking around the crowd.

“She is,” Nora said, “ She arrived a couple hours ago.”

Nodding, you bit your lip, “You brought Owen too?” You couldn’t hide the slight disgust tinting your voice.

Nora sighed, “He’s like the Scott Disick of our group.”

“God he looks like it.”

Nora smirked at your comment, then she pointed at the crowd, “There she is.” You follow the direction of her finger to see Abby. She was dancing with Owen, not seductively, more like she was trying to get away. Nora turned towards you, “I’m going to join them, hope to see you again.” She hopped off the stool, slightly jogging over to her two friends.

After Nora left, the music seemed to have gotten louder. It pounded through your skull, causing a fog in your brain. Looking around for a bathroom, you sighed in relief when you found one. It wasn’t too far away, just on the other side of the bar.

Making your way over, you cupped your hands over your ears to try to muffle the bass. You pushed the door open, surprised at how small the bathroom was. There were two small stalls on your right, a dingy light bulb flickering above your head. Both stalls were occupied, so you walked to the far side of the room, leaning your back against the wall.

As cramped as the room felt, it did muffle the music enough for you to gather our thoughts. You pulled your phone out again, going back to the pictures of cats to distract you from your anxiety. One of the stall doors opened, and you glanced up to see a woman with smeared lipstick and disheveled hair stagger out. She glanced at you, but then turned to pull the door open.

As she pulled the door, she kind of stumbled backwards. Someone was on the other side, pushing the door open. The girl caught herself, cussing as she held onto the stall door behind her. The other girl, who was pushing the door open, apologized, appearing as she walked in.

Abby was the other girl, peering at the drunken one hanging onto the stall door. The drunk girl stood up, glaring up at Abby. She pushed her way past the blonde, calling her a “sightless whore,” as the door closed behind her.

The blonde shook her head, turning away from the door to see you. Her hair was in her signature braid, some stands having fallen out, they were framing her face. Her cheeks were flushed, probably from the hot air from the outside, probably from the alcohol she’s consumed. Her blue eyes were blown wide, pupils almost overtaking her irises. She was wearing a cut-off black tee paired with green cargo pants and brown combat boots.

“Hey,” Abby murmured, a slur hinting at how drunk she may be. If she was blacked out, she definitely hid it well in front of you.

Giving a half-wave, you smile, “Didn’t think I’d see you here.”

“In the bathroom?”

“Sure, we could say that,” You laugh, noticing the light dust of pink overshadowing the flushness of her cheeks.

Abby frowned, looking around the dingy bathroom. “Do you want to get out of here?” She asked, placing a hand on the back of her head.

“I didn’t drive.”

The blonde pulled out a set of keys, “I did, but I need a driver.”

With a quick text to Max, you decided to drive Abby to your dorm. You didn’t really have a choice, Abby, having been more drunk than you anticipated, passed out in the passenger's seat as soon as you both got into her car.

The drive back to your dorm was brief. What wasn’t easy was trying to get Abby to stand up to get to the building’s elevator.

The girl was heavy, leaning on you as the elevator rose to the third floor. Abby didn’t smell entirely of alcohol, hints of cedar coming through. Her hair smelled of Pantene, which made some sense. Abby seems like the type to stare at the shampoos, remember Selena liked Pantene, and decide to go with that one.

The elevator doors opened, forcing you to hoist Abby further onto your shoulder as you practically dragged her.

“For how muscular you are, you sure as hell ain’t using any of them,” You grumble, half-dragging the blonde. Thankfully, your dorm wasn’t too far from the elevator, and you made it with minimal casualties. The only one being Abby’s hair tie, which you decided to hate as you vowed never to go back to save it.

Sliding your key card, you push the door open. Abby seemed to have gained a bit of control of her legs, kind of helping you out as you made your way to the couch. Your energy was depleting quickly at the sight of the couch, running on fumes as you dropped her onto it. She landed face first, and if anything hurt, she didn’t show it. Your muscles that were previously screaming at you, seemed relieved as you hunched over.

Turning, you went back to close your door and turn on the main lights. You and Max bought nightlights for the dorm, having both not liking how dark the rooms could get.

Abby grumbled, catching your attention as you made your way back to the couch. She turned over onto her back, blinking languidly. You crouch, taking her boots off.

“Where am I?” She asked as you finished getting her boots off.

You sat on the floor, leaning your back against the couch. Abby dragged herself into a sitting position, rubbing her eyes. She looked confused as she looked around, when her eyes met your face she seemed to have realized where she was. Her name left your lips, but nothing else.

“What?” You ask, staring at her ruffled hair that was quickly falling out of its braid.

Drearily, Abby patted the cushion beside her, “Sit with me.”

Standing up, you sat beside her, turning to face her. She was looking at you, back slightly hunched. You leaned forward, propping your elbows up onto your knees as you rested your head onto your hands.

“You’re so pretty,” Abby murmured, a hand slowly reaching up to touch your cheek.

She was drunk, she didn't know what she was doing. The heat that rose to your cheeks was embarrassing, a direct reaction to her touching you and her compliment. She was drunk, she couldn't be in the right state of mind. Abby leaned forward though, and you didn’t lean away. She was a couple inches now from your face. She had to be able to hear your heart racing, the loud thumping pounding in your ears.

“I mean it,” Abby whispered. “You’re so pretty.” Time slowed down as she leaned closer, her lips bridging the gap as she kissed you. Her lips weren’t chapped, having a minty taste to them. Abby kissed lightly, as if questioning you.

The blonde pulled away, suddenly looking sick. She leaned forward again, but this time not to kiss you. Instead, she puked onto your lap.

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WC: 1,732

[alexiavettel]

chapter three

pairing: charles leclerc x fem¡stroll!reader

word count: 1.8k+

warnings: kinda toxic!reader, mentions of Charles’ father, overthinking

disclaimer: any photo used is not supposed to represent the reader, are all Pinterest pics that match the context

⇦⇦⇦ previous part

Y/n Stroll POV:

There’s only one week left to the pre-season testing and they want us to go in a yacht and play cute happy couple while we could be training. I tried to fight my father and he just said “You signed the contract, honey. You knew what you were doing”. When I go to another team I promise I’m going to only see this old fucking man at Christmas!

And that’s how I ended up in this situation: sitting alone at the dock waiting for this asshole.

When I was about to go back home the bastard I was waiting for finally arrived.

“Please don’t shout at m-“

“I have waited for you for 45 minutes you asshole! Explain yourself!”

“Okay, first of all stop stomping like a kid” I might look a bit childish but can you blame me? “Second, I had something important to solve”

“What is so fucking important that you couldn’t even take 2 seconds to text me to tell you were going to be late or that you couldn’t come?!”

“I had a meeting with the team about some new updates they are looking for-“ he helped me get in the boat.

“I don’t need to know your bullshit. The fact is that you didn’t care enough to send me a simple fucking text and kept me waiting while I could be doing something better and more important than spending shitty time with you!”

“God okay, I am sorry! Is that what you so desperately want to hear?”

“Fuck you, Leclerc!” I marched to the farthest place from him, which happens to be the front of the yacht.

He can’t understand that I need every single minute I have to practice, obviously he needs it too but it’s so much easier for him, a man, a man in a dominant car specially. It’s so fucking frustrating pushing the car to the maximum and it still doesn’t give you what you want, what you need. And when you lose control what they will blame? The fact that I pushed the car too much until it almost exploded in my hands? Absolutely no. It’s surely because I’m a woman.

“You know Phill, Y/n is an incredible driver but I think sometimes the cars aren’t just made for women. I don’t think they can handle that much pressure, you got me?!”

“Y/n how much of the car Aston Martin had to adapt for your female body?” that’s not even close to the worst one but I would never get those if I were a man.

“Is it harder to drive when you are on your period?” “You have to do the underwear FIA check too?” “Come on, is it hard to handle yourself being around 19 men, right?”

My thoughts were interrupted when I heard the boat engine starting. Yes, now I have no way out…

•••

“I bring lunch, you’re coming?” I was just getting my things back inside after putting my bikini on when I heard his hesitant voice.

“Y-Yeah sure” I shouldn’t have screamed at him, he didn’t deserved it. At least not this time.

“We are going to eat outside, all right?” when I finally found him he was shirtless at the kitchen (one of the prettiest I must admit, all clear tones and marble).

“Hmhm” I humm as I helped him with the trays.

“Pretty bikini” I paralysed in the moment I sat down next to the food “What? Am I getting the silence treatment now?! I know I fucked up earlier but I’m sorry okay? I just got caught up in the moment I forgot to call you”

“It wasn’t a silence treatment, I am just shocked that you can actually complement me” I couldn’t and help but let out a scoff “but I’m sorry too, to be honest. I shouldn’t have screamed at you, I got carried away by my disappointment towards somethings that doesn’t involve you specifically. So I shouldn’t have done it…”

“Oh my God, you can actually apologise!” he almost screamed.

“Fuck you, Leclerc”

“Yep, that’s the Y/n I know!” he messed with my hair getting an arm smack in return “Soo we got fruits, salad, loaves of breads, juice, jams and some slices of ham, cheese and salami”

“Oh God! I love salami!”

“Me too! By the way, fancy a swim after? I want to use the new jet skis”

“Yeah why not? But we have to wait a little after eating y’know because-“ I say while doing a sandwich for me.

“Don’t mom me, I know why”

“I don’t mom you!?”

“Whatever you say, darling. Gonna be back in a sec!” and he leaves. After calling me darling with the biggest smirk on his face and with a weird naturally…

“What is that?” I asked after he came back with a pot of something red.

“Cherry jam, I didn’t bring with the rest because-“

“I am allergic to cherries”

“Yeah and I know how you eat everything that’s red, thinking it is strawberries”

“Can you blame me? Strawberry is the best fruit, boy” I can’t help but think why he actually remembers I’m allergic to cherries… Whatever, it’s probably from eating together at restaurants so many times.

“Nah peaches are superior”

•••

“Charles Marc Hervé Perceval Leclerc I’m going to kill you!” I screamed from the top of my lungs as he splashed water all over me with his jet ski after I clearly had told him that I didn’t want to wet my hair.

“Not like you can catch me, darling” he speed away laughing… I want to drown him.

When I got by his side my desire was to crash the fast machine into his but I just took a turn and wet him all. Meeting with his face dropping water, eyebrows frowned but the biggest smile in his face as him try to dry his face. That made me smile.

Then he pointed the boat as a sign to come back. “Last to come to the boat have to do what the other wants for a whole day” I offered him, who wore a wicked smile agreeing with it. There’s no way he could beat me.

He actually could beat me. But only because my jet ski stopped midway, the engine has gone completely off.

“I’m going to help you but with one condition…” he proposed coming at me after seeing I apparently got a problem “I can choose when you’re going to obey me all day”

“You know this is literally your problem right? Your jet ski, not mine. And I’m not going to obey you, I’ll do you favours. But I’m not in the mood to swim my way to the yacht so it’s okay, you can choose when. But that can’t include race stuff” it was part of the challenge since the beginning but I think I forgot to mention it, so points to me!

“Whatever you say, sweetheart” he made me go behind him in his own machine to try to fix it “By the way, I had never seen you in one these how are you fast?”

“Well it’s not too different than bikes, and I am completely in love with my bikes”

“You ride??? You mean like motorcyclettes?” He stopped doing whatever he was doing to look shocked at me.

“Yeah I can show you the pics of my babies when we came back to the boat”

“Babies? Oh dear god! But anyway that would be soon since we are coming back right now, darling!” he needs to stop calling me that...

“How do you fixed it?”

“It’s the battery, I can’t fix it. The man who sold me that one probably didn’t use it in a very long time and didn’t switch the battery to sell it. I am going to call him after, but now you have to sit still here” he explained while tying a rope to connect the two jets.

•

“So yeah that’s it, my babies. They’re probably my most precious possessions” I gave my phone to him see the bikes while we sit together waiting for the sunset, shivering below a sharing blanket.

“I didn’t take you as a bike type… Why your ‘most precious possession’ isn’t a f1 car?”

“I’ve got last year’s, but once I leave Aston Martin I think it will be the only one I’ll keep”

“Are you planning to leave?” apparently the sun doesn’t want to go down, now would be an amazing moment huh?

“Maybe-“

“But then why would you agree with this deal?” He seems anxious…

“I still need a seat this season, ferrari boy”

“Oh…” an awkward silence took place after this and the sun finally started to set down.

“Even the moon it’s here too, so pretty” I said after asking for a pic in the wonderful mix of blue, pink, orange, yellow and purple in the sky.

“My dad used to say that the moon and the sun are a couple and when they’re in the sky at the same time, it's the only moment they can properly see each other and the closest they can ever be”

“My best friend used to tell me a story about how they fell in love with each other, and how the moon always try to hide her feelings from the sun ‘cause she knew they could never work out. But the sun being so shiny, warm and radiant, couldn’t hold himself and tried every single solar eclipse to ask the moon out, even receiving a ‘no’ every time he never took it as a real answer because he knew about moon’s real feelings”

“Your friend is no fun, is a sad story with a sad ending”

“It’s not sad, Leclerc! It’s an analogy of real life situations, sometimes life is sad and we can’t do anything besides watch it burn”

“But they could try! They would still see each other in the sky like now, they would still see the beauty left behind from the other, they could see each other properly in eclipses and all! If the moon really loved the sun she would’ve tried”

“Maybe it’s not that easy. What about the earth in that situation? And they could never touch each other! The sun would burn the moon down and he didn’t even think about that, the sun would be the end of the moon and even knowing that she still loves him… Being all destructive. Sometimes love can be like this”

The silence where this story belongs came to us, in a now dark sky where only the moon could be saw. Two bodies laying down in a boat in the middle of the ocean, looking at the sky and thinking about whole different things.

“But why the sun is a male and the moon a female?” he frowned.

“Me and my mate used to see it like that, the moon passes me this feminine energy”

“Still like my story better”

“You’re a kid who doesn’t understand the complicity of it” I got up and offer him my hand.

“I am not a kid!” He slapped my hand and got up himself

“See, kid’s behaviour”

“You-“

“I’m gonna get dressed and we can come back right?! I believe some people saw us today and we are probably being shipped in twitter”

“Yeah, I’m turning the boat back…”

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[locker42]

Hey there! I was wondering if you could maybe do a jj maybank angst? Reader and jj fight and he get real aggressive and all and reader flinches and he notices? Thx ;)

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Warnings: swearing, mentions of abuse, mentions of drugs, blood.

Word count: 1420

Pairing: JJ Maybank x reader.

I am really proud of this one, I hope you’ll like it! There will be a part two.

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You leaned your hands on the kitchen counter, throwing your head forward to try and calm yourself, breathing deep. You gripped the edge of the counter stronger as you heard his foot steps getting closer to you.

“So what you’re just going to walk away? Like nothing happened?” He asked, hoping to get some response from you. But you didn’t look up. You knew better than to fight JJ when he was mad and slightly drunk. The stupid fight started two days ago after he found out that you had been staying with Barry for the last week. After you finally ran from your dad after 10 years of abuse, you had no choice but to stay with him. Yes, you could’ve stayed at the Chateau but running to your childhood friend, the one who knew everything about you and what you were dealing with, who would let you stay for a few days without asking anything. It made it the easier option that night you ran, and it was closer. You had a stab wound and didn’t want any prying questions so you rushed into making a decision. You didn’t regret it, but as soon as Luke saw you at the caravan and told JJ he saw ‘his son’s pretty little thing in the wrong hood’, let’s just say the blonde was furious.

“Nothing did happen, I just stayed at his place for a few days.” You said and rolled your eyes.

“Are you serious right now?” He said in disbelief. “You expect me to just be okay with you staying with my dad’s drug-“

“I’m not expecting anything from you,” you cut him off, “I just want you to take a second and think rationally.”

“‘Think rationally’? Who the fuck are you playing, huh? Because it sure as hell isn’t me.”

“I just needed some place to stay-“

“Why?!” He yelled, making you jump. He noticed it but acted like he didn’t, letting his anger and curiosity get the best of him.

“Because I had a huge fight with my dad and I didn’t want to be there anymore.” You said in a stiff voice. He sighed and ran his hand through his hair.

“Why didn’t you come to the Chateau, there’s plenty of space here. And you know John B wouldn’t mind. Hell, you could’ve came to me, Y/N, your fucking boyfriend!”

You stayed quiet although your heart was beating so fast you thought it was going to explode. Flashbacks of your dad coming to you. You shook your head and tried to clear your mind.

“I know, JJ, I know but I just-“ you couldn’t say it, no matter how much you loved and trusted him you just couldn’t get the words out.

“You just what?” He snapped, making you look up at him and meet his eyes. You wanted to tell him, make him understand. You knew he would. But you felt like a liability. He already had his shit to deal with, he didn’t need yours as well. You wanted to tell him but the only words that came out were, “I can’t do this anymore.” Your voice was so weak you didn’t recognise it.

“You can’t do what?”

“This-this thing, I-I just-“ in your head, you saw your father, yelling at you and feeling the pain of his hands on you. But in your eyes, you saw the guy you loved the most, the one you always counted on after not trusting anyone. It’s pity your mind has more power than your vision.

“So you’re just going to walk out on me, not even explaining to me why? You’re going to leave me after not even talking to me? After you spent seven fuck days with him?!” You saw his veins on his neck popping. “Tell me!” He yelled and slapped him hand on the counter with force, making a loud bang ran through the Chateau. You flinched, badly. Usually, you hid your flinches, already used to it. But you couldn’t hide that one, not when you were this afraid. He, of course, saw you flinch and immediately stepped back, a confused yet heartbroken expression on his face, tears already falling down on his cheeks.

“I’m sorry.” You voice broke, you looked down and gulped, knowing what was coming next.

“I-“ he couldn’t find the words, he wasn’t sure if there was something to say. That flinch, the terrified look on your face, the shaking, he knew it too well.

“Y/N-“ he stepped forward, wanting to get you close to him, to assure you he was never going to hurt you. Christ, even the fact that you thought he was going to put his hands on you made him want to punch himself.

“Don’t.” You said, clearing your throat. “I just need to breath for a second.” And you tried to, taking deep breaths but you couldn’t get any oxygen into your lungs. You couldn’t breath, the dizziness making you almost fall, but he caught you, holding you to his chest. And even though you didn’t want him to, you wished to be held by him for an eternity.

You sobbed to his chest, holding his shoulders for your dear life, nails scratching his arms. But he didn’t mind, he couldn’t even feel the pain. The only pain he felt was yours. Hearing your sobs, feeling your whole body shaking, that was enough for him to visibly wince.

Eventually, you managed to calm down a little. He moved you to the pull out and laid with you, still holding your body to his chest, refusing to leave you. He ran his hand through your hair, twisting the ends of it. Running his fingers down your arm, lifting the short sleeve of your shirt to reach your shoulder. Softly touching the skin of your waist that was exposed due to your shirt riding up. Leaving feather kisses on your forehead. Your clothed legs tangled with his. He needed to touch you to remind himself you were still here. He knew there was an explanation, there always was. He wanted to find out who did this to you, who damaged you like that, and kill them. But he didn’t want to push you, knowing you needed your time.

The other part of him told him to leave you. Not from hate or the will to leave you, but from fear and knowledge. The knowledge that you didn’t deserve him, that he could have hurt you today. You, Y/N, the person he would do anything and beyond for, who he loved more than he loved his own mother. He could have hurt you. And the thought it self made him shake from fear. Fear of his own actions, of his own anger. He knew he carried his father’s anger issues, he knew that once he was angry, he was violent. And his worst fear was that someday, he would be violent towards you. And he knew wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he did that.

He listened to your heartbeat, to your breathing, feeling your chest moving against him. And took in the small your sigh as you finally fell asleep. He closed his eyes, trying to relax himself and fall asleep beside you, but his thoughts kept on running. He opened his eyes and ran his free hand down his face, wiping the tears that have fallen. He felt his breathing starting to unease, knowing well he was going to have a panic attack.

Careful not to wake you as he slipped from underneath you, sitting on the edge of the bed, putting his face in his hands, looking down. He couldn’t close his eyes because when he did all he saw was your terrified face, flinching away from him. He eyes fell apon a dark stain on the lower side of his shirt, barely visible in the dark. He got up and walked to the bathroom, switching on the light. In the mirror he saw the color of the stain, red. He instantly lifted up his shirt to make sure he wasn’t bleeding, but found no source for the blood. His mind clicked with understanding as he marched to you. He slowly lifted your shirt, noticing a stain on your shirt as well, he examined your stomach. His eyes went wide and his face went pale as he saw a big bandage on your stomach, stained with blood as well. Your blood.

What the fuck?

[jamespotterthefirst]

Snow Wars (Ethan x MC)

Book: Open Heart, beyond Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Lilac Allende-Ramsey) Word count: 1K Rating/ Warning: T/ Reference to adult situations

Premise: The Ramseys face off against the Carricks and Lahelas in an epic snowball fight. 

Context: My MC’s sister (Laurel) ends up married to Tobias. They have a daughter together (Daisy). Diego is Laurel’s son from a previous relationship. Bryce marries a fellow surgeon (Ximena) and has twin girls. 

The silence ringing through the lonely, snow-covered field was almost eerie. The vast, snowy expanse held no signs of the metaphorical carnage that had taken place there only minutes ago. At one end, behind an impressive barrier of snow, hid the Ramseys. They huddled together, whispering in hushed tones.

“... We'll have the element of surprise.” Ethan was saying, his tone very serious.

Lilac, meanwhile, struggled to contain her amusement.

“What?”

“Babe, that wall you and Jonah built is not nearly tall enough to cover you. You're too tall. The Carricks can definitely see us.”

As she spoke, their son busied himself with packing even more snow atop the barrier. He took a step back, admiring his work. His sister, Dolores, watched with interest, prodding the base with a branch.

“Jonah insisted on building the snow wall,” Ethan explained. “I'm supposed to be the shield.”

Lilac's expression melted, thoroughly moved.

“That is so sweet,” she cooed.

Before he could wave off the comment, she pulled him in for a brief but fiery kiss. When they separated, she flashed him a meaningful look that was all promise and fluttering lashes. It made Ethan suddenly hot in his snow jacket.

“Alright, let's beat them already so we can go inside and drink hot cocoa,” Lilac announced with newfound determination.

Both of her children perked up at that.

“Mommy, can I help you make it?” Dolores asked.

“Of course, baby. After we beat Aunt Laurel and Uncle Tobias, okay?”

“How about Diego and Daisy?” Jonah asked.

“If we win, they can drink hot cocoa, too.”

“They shouldn't have to pay for the sins of their parents,” Ethan added, much to the confusion of his children.

Lilac laughed, patting her husband's forearm. "Alright, let's get this over with.”

From the opposite end of the field, Tobias watched. He chuckled, returning to his spot behind their shelter. They had chosen Naveen's car, which was parked nearest to the forest entrance.

“I don't know who Ethan thinks he's fooling. They built a three foot wall for a six foot five giant. Pathetic.”

Laurel snorted.

“Maybe Ethan's the wall.”

Tobias scoffed.

“You’re right. It'd be on brand for Ethan to be ridiculously noble.”

His wife arched a dark brow at him. “Are you saying you wouldn't shield us?”

Tobias chuckled. “I would in a heartbeat, baby. But the thing is that I don't have to because I plan to win.”

From beside him, his step-son, Diego, and his daughter, Daisy, diligently formed snowballs. They were surrounded by more than they'd ever need. Tobias chuckled as he surveyed the ammunition.

“Excellent job, you two. The Ramseys don't stand a chance.”

“What's the plan?” Laurel asked.

“We're sending Daisy out to the middle of the field as a distraction—”

“Your plan is to sacrifice our daughter?”

“Lilac and Ethan would never hurt a hair on her head. By the time they even realize what's happening, though, Diego and I will have gone around the cabin. We'll sneak up behind them while they're distracted and attack.”

“What am I doing?”

“You're staying here to get them as they try to run away.”

“That's…” Laurel trailed off, thinking of the words.

“...Genius,” Diego supplied.

“Hot,” Laurel finished when neither of her children were listening.

Tobias winked at her.

Before anyone could move, however, a snowball exploded against the car.

“Hey! It's supposed to be a ceasefire!”

From across the field, the Ramseys huddled close as a snowball hit Jonah's wall.

“I thought we said ceasefire?” Lilac asked.

“When has Tobias ever followed the rules?”

More snowballs rained around them.

“It's Uncle Bryce!”

Lilac glanced up in time to see Bryce entering the middle of the field, flanked by his own family. They wasted no time, forming snowballs at impressive speed and chucking them at the hiding families. The Lahelas laughed at the stunned looks their arrival had evoked.

“Cheater!” Lilac and Tobias yelled in unison from their respective hiding places.

Bryce, clad in polarized sunglasses, grinned his signature smile. He opened his mouth, no doubt to say something smug, but the words were cut off by the snowball that exploded against his chest, courtesy of Ethan. It was the surgeon’s turn to stare agape at the Ramseys.

“What? I thought we were fr—”

“There are no friends here,” Ethan said calmly. He threw another snowball, this time hitting Bryce’s shoulder.

“Babe!” Lilac said through her laughter. “It’s just a game.”

“A game I intend to win.”

And with that, all hell broke loose. Chunks of snow flew in all directions accompanied by shrieks of laughter. Everyone scattered around the field, all semblance of teams and family forgotten. Bryce shouted something about every man, woman, and child for themselves before hitting his wife with snow.

“You'll pay for that, Lahela!” she vowed.

This betrayal earned her the support of Lilac and Laurel. All three chased a laughing Bryce, their daughters joining their mothers in solidarity. Soon, the battle became girls versus boys.

“Got you right where I want you, Ramsey!” Lilac declared from above Ethan.

She had impressively knocked him over during a surprise attack and now she straddled him. He didn't oppose his predicament at all.

“I don't mind,” he told her in a whisper. “I like you on top.”

Lilac smirked.

“I know that by the way you always beg me—”

Her words were cut off by a snowball hitting her back.

“Seducing the enemy is against the rules,” Tobias shouted.

Lilac threw him a glare. “You're just saying that because your flirting didn't stop your wife from hitting you on the head.”

Just then, a snowball hit Tobias squarely on the back of the head. It was thrown, not by his wife, but by Lilac's daughter. It was retaliation for Tobias hitting her mother only minutes before.

“You'll pay for that, Lolly,” Tobias laughed, chasing the laughing little girl around.

The battle then shifted to children versus adults. This time, however, the parents made a show of surrendering quite dramatically at the feet of their laughing children. By the time it was finally over, everyone was sopping wet and exhausted.

“So much for winning,” Lilac said an hour later. 

They gathered inside Naveen's cabin, clutching steaming cups of hot cocoa. 

Ethan shrugged, glancing over at his children. They huddled with their cousins by the fire, recounting the events of their snow fight. The group laughed after an exaggerated retelling of the finale.

“I’ll take losing to our children over losing to Tobias or Bryce.”

Note: Just a little something I’ve been wanting to write since last year lol

Thank you so much for reading! 

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Hi! 😳 👉🏻👈🏻 I saw your writing prompt post and was wondering if you could do Mammon and “I could cry, that’s how much I love you” BC HONESTLY SAME 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 I love Mammom so much honestly 👀

Also it’s completely up to you too! No pressure if you don’t want to 😳👉🏻👈🏻

SORRY, THIS TOOK SO LONG! I got a little busy with some art and work, but I finally put something together! Thank you so much for the ask! I hope you enjoy it!

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"I could cry, that's how much I love you." Mammon x GN!Reader

Words Count: 1139

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Mammon wasn’t the greatest when it came to speaking his mind. It was hard for him to really tell you just how much he loved you. Especially when he loved you so fucking much. He was afraid that saying it would just ruin everything with you. It was getting so much harder and harder every day though. He was so close to just exploding with wanting to tell you.

Here you found yourself hanging out in the room of your “first”, the Avatar of Greed. He was teaching you how to play poker so you could go to the casino with him that night.

“Are you sure this is how you play poker?” You asked with a raised eyebrow and a small smile on your face. Knowing Mammon, this is not the right way.

“It’s the way to play if you want to win!” He explains to you with confidence in his voice and posture. “Just listen to me, I know what I’m doing!”

“Are you sure? Aren’t you like in debt with the casino-”

“Shhh, we don’t talk about that! Just a small detail we can brush aside!” He kept the confidence in how voice, though this time he seemed to rush through the sentence. “Changing the topic now,” He ignored the question. “After the casino, do you maybe want to like go to Hell’s Kitchen or something with me?”

Mammon tried to continue with the confidence but as soon as the words left his mouth, he felt the need to backtrack again. Especially with that look on your face. You’re totally thinking the wrong way, that’s not what he meant obviously. “Not like a date or anything! I would never go on a date with you! I just get hungry after gambling!”

When he said those words he somewhat felt sad. And he can kind of tell in your expression that maybe you felt sad too?

“You would never go on a date with me?”

Of course not, I would love to go on a date with you! Always, I wanna be with you, and hold you, and make you mine! But of course he couldn’t say that out loud. Only in his head and heart.

“Never! I mean, you’re just a human. I am THE Great Mammon! Why would I ever go on a date with someone so weak?” He hurt himself with his own words. No, no, no, why are you saying this you idiot? Damn you!

Your frown quickly became more prominent. So did the gloss in your eyes that he hated to see. He wanted to hold you so bad. “Yeah, okay I guess,” You spoke meakly, sinking into your chair. “I don’t know if I’m in the mood to go to the casino anymore.” Your voice cracked through your sentence, standing up quickly as soon as you finished.

“Hey, wait!” Mammon stood up quickly and went after you as you headed towards the door to leave his room. “Where are you going?”

“My room,” You answered immediately, knowing you just wanted to be anywhere but there.

“Wait, but,” Mammon started to stutter trying to find an excuse, but he couldn’t find anything. So, he spat out the words that lived in his brain. “I don’t want you to go. I want you here. With me.” He blushed, not only from the fear of making a mistake but almost pride in finally being able to say the words he’s been wanting to say for so long.

“Why would you want me here? I’m just a human,” You rolled your eyes, ignoring him trying his best to get you to stay.

When you reached for the doorknob of his room, he rushed to stand in front of it to block any way to let you out.

“I love you!” He shouted at you.

What? Did I just say that? He thought to himself.

“What?” You asked in a volume that almost could not be heard by any living creature. Yet, the world went completely silent for Mammon and the only voice he could hear clearly was yours. His favorite sound.

“I, I,” He stuttered, trying to find the courage to say the words he’s been wanting to say for so long. “I love you, damn it! I love you! I want to spend time with you, but I’m afraid that if I say these things you’ll run away from me! So I say the exact opposite! Okay?”

It almost sounded like he was scolding you, but you knew that was just him using everything in him to fight the urge to not say the words he’s been wanting to say. “Really?”

“Yes! Really! I really, really love you!” He continued to shout, not even thinking about the fact that you two were next to his door out of his room so if anyone was nearby they could hear him loud and clear. “I just want to be next to you all the time, I want to take you on dates, and treat you to dinner, and hold you, and watch movies with you, all of those romantic things you see in those stupid romance movies! I want to do them with you!”

“I love you so much that I would sell every single object in this room if it made you happy, that I would move to human world with you, I would follow you to the end of all three realms!”

“I could cry, that’s how much I love you.” Mammon rambled on and on until he finally finished with those words.

By the time he finished, you already found yourself in tears with a wide smile on your face. Then you started to chuckle. “Why are you laughing, I just poured my heart out to you!” He complained, a blush prominent on his face.

“Because, you said you could cry from how much you love me,” You said with a giggle. “But Mammon, you’re already crying.”

“I am?” 

“Yes.”

Mammon raised a hand to his cheek and funnily enough, you were right. His cheeks were wet with tears. “Oh,” He looked at his wet hand, then back up to you. “Well I could keep crying, that’s how much I love you!”

You continued to laugh through your tears at how much of an idiot he was. But he was the idiot you loved. He was your idiot.

You both started to laugh at each other, finding the situation funny. The both of you just crying and laughing in a moment where it felt like all three worlds only revolved around you two. Through the smiles, you finally closed the gap between you two to give him the kiss you both were oh so wanting for the longest time. 

He loved you and you loved him. What more could a demon ask for?

[6rookie-writer0110]

Greek holidays

Galatea x Male Reader

Request - Galatea x Son of Wonder Woman Male reader where Galatea modifies her costume to go to a hero themed party. (It now looks like power girl) She runs into R, who has Ares armory on, and they have a fluffy moments where they have fun as young adult instead of powerful beings. Later R says that she should keep the costume and join him. A months later, the daily planet is talking about a new league and gf to H/N, Power Girl. (Literally the difference between Tea and PG is a cape)

Galatea and Y/n got invited to a party and the theme is heroes. Galatea thought about going and Y/n will go with her now they are talking about what to wear.

“Wait, you will go right?” Galatea asked.

“Yeah, I will go. I think it will be fun. It's time for us to be normal and just have fun” Y/n said.

“Yeah, you are right. We need to have fun. Oh, you should be Batman!” Galatea said.

“I don't know if I should be Batman. What about you?” Y/n said.

“I don't know yet. The party is this weekend” Galatea said.

“Don’t worry, will we think of something else” Y/n said.

“Yeah,” Galatea said.

The Joker is robbing a bank, and Y/n and Galatea left the apartment to go stop The Joker. They start to fight Joker’s gang while Joker is laughing.

“I would love to stay and chat, but daddy has to buy new jewelry” Joker laughed.

“You won't get away from us” Y/n said.

“Catch,” Joker said.

Joker threw a doll and Y/n caught it. He looked at the Joker confused, then the doll exploded and Joker starts to laugh. Because of the explosion, Y/n almost hit the wall. But Diana catches her son Y/n, then he looks up.

“Mom!” Y/n smiled.

“Are you okay, son?” Diana asked.

He stands up and hugged her.

“I’m fine. We were going to stop them” Y/n said.

“Let me help,” Diana said.

Diana and Y/n start to fight the Joker, while Galatea destroyed Joker’s van. Diana used her rope to tie up the joker and the cops took him away. Y/n introduced Diana to Galatea. Later, Diana takes Y/n and Galatea out to eat, Diana wants to get to know Galatea. Diana knows they are dating and they are serious, and she can see that she makes Y/n happy.

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It's almost time, for the party, and Galatea, hasn't thought about what to wear. She looks at her old outfit seconds later, she gets an idea. She cuts on the top of the suit to show cleavage, puts on a gold belt, then puts on blue gloves and boots and the final piece is a red cape. Now, Galatea starts to love the new suit, she fixed her hair and made sure her make-up is perfect. She left the apartment and she will meet Y/n at the party. While waiting for Y/n to arrive, she starts to talk with some friends and they like her new outfit.

“Babe!” Galatea smiled.

She kissed him on the lips.

“Wow, you look great!” Y/n said.

“Thanks. Wait, are you dressed up as Ares?” Galatea said.

“Yea, I am,” Y/n said then he starts to flex and she is laughing.

Y/n and Galatea start to play darts with other people, and they got competitive and won the game. Later, Galatea started to dance with Y/n.

“Looks like you are having fun,” Y/n said.

“Yeah, I'm having so much fun. Are you having fun?” Galatea said.

“Yeah, I'm having fun too. Let's get something to drink” Y/n said.

“Sure,” Galatea said.

They head to the kitchen to get something to drink. They took selfies with their friends and everyone is smiling.

“Let’s play beer pong,” Y/n said.

“I don't know how to play that, babe,” Galatea said.

He starts to explain the rules of how to play beer pong. Galatea and Y/n lost the first round but by the second round, they start to win. Some people start to cheer for Galatea and Y/n.

Much later, Galatea and Y/n eat pizza and just talked for a while. They sit down and Y/n put his arm around Galatea.

“Best night” Galatea smiled.

She gave him a peck on the lips.

“Stating the night at my place?” Y/n asked.

“Yeah, I will” Galatea smiled.

“Babe, you should keep this outfit, it looks good on you as a superhero. I think you should join the team LHS, they will happy to have you” Y/n said.

“Really, babe?” Galatea said.

“Yes, I mean it” Y/n smiled.

Y/n is part of a hero group called The Legion of Super-Heroes and he is part of the Justice League.

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Diana hired someone to make new suits for her son and Galatea. Y/n comes out of the room and he is loving the suit.

“I’m loving the suit and the boots are awesome,” Y/n said.

“Galatea, do you like the upgrades on your suit?” Diana asked.

“Yeah, the upgrades are much better. And the cape feels so soft” Galatea smiled.

Y/n starts to touch the cape with his face and his mom laughed.

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Since Galatea and Y/n got the new suits, they have been saving more people. Now, Y/n is sitting on the roof next to his girlfriend.

“Babe, look at this we are on the front page of the Daily Planet,” Galatea said.

He grabbed the newspaper and started to read it...

“Power Girl and Y/H/N, showing off their new suits while fighting Mr. Freeze. Rumors are going around that Y/H/N will marry Power girl. Sources say that Power girl is a part of the hero group called Legion of Super-Heroes,” Y/n said.

“I had no idea, you proposal to me and I don't see a ring,” Galatea said.

“Oh, you don't remember?” Y/n asked.

“No, I don't remember,” Galatea said.

“You were sleeping and I asked you to marry, and you said let me sleep or else” Y/n joked.

Y/n and Galatea started to laugh. Later, they meet up with Diana to have dinner together.

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Galatea cuddles in bed with Y/n, they didn't finish watching the show because they started to make out.