#I forgot how much of a distraction that game offers

[moonsun2010]

If there's one thing I've seen over and over again in the Dracula Daily + Re: Dracula fandom, it's the desire for an animated adaptation. Not of media-inspired-by, but of Dracula itself. And so, I've made:

...something that is decidedly not animated.

Yet.

I'm hoping to get Dracula Reanimated (tentative name) in exactly 1 year from now, by the end of DracDaily's 2025 run, perhaps even the beginning of it if I'm really good. But in all honesty, it could take till 2026 given the teeny complication that 1) I've no animation skills whatsoever 2) fulltime job.

So, I hope you'll stay around for the next 2 years at least to see this completed.

In the meanwhile, if you'd like to support a project by actual professionals, try @theholmwoodfoundation . It's a found footage horror fiction podcast by @georgiacooked and @fiotrethewey set in a time long after the events of Dracula, and yet the characters find themselves haunted (literally) by vestiges of the past.

Goodnight, stay safe, and rest well.

[nebuladreamerrr]

Chicken wings| Kylian Mbappé x Fem Reader

Summary: A small forgetfulness forces you to have to turn to Kylian to buy you some things, without knowing the confusion it will create.

Warnings: English is not my first language, and I got the inspiration through various TikToks that had been in my fyp. 

You had been grappling with menstrual cramps for weeks, but recent stress had sidelined them from your attention. At work, tensions were high with the onset of the new summer season and negotiations with prominent designers to boost sales. Additionally, your impending departure from the country with Kylian had triggered a flurry of packing at home, as you prepared to store away memories and swiftly transform your new residence into a comfortable haven. Despite your financial ease, you couldn't avoid the tedious task of deciding which items should remain in Paris until the season's end – your computer and attire for scheduled advertising campaigns – and what to leave behind until you settled into your new abode.

The flurry of events had caused you to overlook purchasing a box of pads and tampons. Since childhood, your periods have been lengthy but thankfully not too painful. Knowing the possibility of your period's imminent arrival, you understood the importance of being prepared to prevent any unwanted mishaps.

As you woke up this morning and felt something slick between your legs, you immediately grasped what had occurred. Hastily, you rose to prevent any further mess, relieved to find the pristine white linen sheets on your bed untouched. Seizing the opportunity while Kylian was at training, you swiftly changed them and tossed them into the washing machine. Despite their cleanliness, the lingering discomfort prompted you to make the switch.

After completing all these tasks, you made your way determinedly to the bathroom within the master bedroom, only to gasp at the realization of your oversight. You had forgotten to purchase your feminine hygiene products, leaving you feeling almost resigned to waiting until Kylian returned from training and noticed the situation. Yet, barely fifteen minutes had elapsed before you acknowledged the impossibility of remaining idle for so long.

You reached for your phone in an attempt to reach out to some friends, but they were all occupied with work or away from Paris. You even tried contacting your mother-in-law, attempting to downplay the situation due to the embarrassment it caused. However, Fayza had to inform you that she couldn't assist you, as she was attending Ethan's match. Despite her willingness to come over if necessary, you didn't want her to miss her youngest son's game. Grateful for her offer, you politely declined before ending the call and opting to message your partner instead.

You were aware that he likely wouldn't check his phone until an hour later, once training was over, especially if they had an early session that day. So you began composing the message, struggling with how to phrase it, as every attempt seemed too embarrassing. You and Kylian were quite close, but you had never asked him to purchase a box of sanitary pads for you. You were almost certain he hardly knew the model or brand you preferred, as you kept them tucked away in the same cupboard where various soaps and spare shampoos were stored, along with his beard shaver—items he typically paid little attention to. After much contemplation, you settled on this message:

"Hey baby, I forgot there were no pads and tampons left. Can you stop by the supermarket after training to buy tampons and pads with wings. Thank you so much, je t'aime".

You waited anxiously, attempting to distract yourself by experimenting with various nail polishes that had been sent to you for collaboration—an opportunity you hadn't yet had time to explore. "Make the most of the time" you reminded yourself, striving to find a silver lining in the situation. However, your thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a notification from your partner: "Perfect, darling, I've just finished. I'll be there as soon as I can."

Fifteen minutes later, the sound of the door opening and footsteps ascending the stairs caught your attention. Yet, it was the soothing tone of your boyfriend's voice that truly lifted your spirits, pulling you from your reverie. Politely, he sought permission to enter before gently presenting you with the pads and tampons he had purchased, his greeting marked by a tender kiss. With a considerate gesture, he then exited the bathroom, affording you some privacy. Though accustomed to seeing each other unclothed countless times before, he intuited your desire for a moment to freshen up and alleviate the mild discomfort you were experiencing.

You were surprised to find wingless pads, but you guessed that Kylian might not have been able to find them and felt too awkward to inquire about their whereabouts or your preferred brand. After a lengthy, soothing shower and making yourself comfortable, you made your way to the living room, relieved to finally stand up. There, you found your boyfriend flipping through TV channels in search of something engaging to watch. His expression suggested he was having trouble finding anything appealing, so your arrival seemed to brighten his mood.

"Everything alright, mon amour?" asked your boyfriend as he tried to decipher your expression.

"Yes, thank you very much, darling," you replied as you settled down next to him on the couch.

"I was surprised you asked for wings, as you usually hate greasy food when you have your period. But I left the bag defrosting, assuming that's what my girl would like for lunch," he explained as he snuggled into your arms.

You tried not to laugh, but you couldn't help it when you realized how confused Kylian had been. Your sudden startled reaction prompted him to ask, "What's wrong, sweetie? You're scaring me."

You felt embarrassed, knowing that Kylian wouldn't let the topic go until you explained. So, reluctantly, you decided to address it.

"Sweetheart, I didn't ask for chicken wings, I asked for pads with wings. But it's okay, honey, the wingless pads worked just the same," you explained, trying to downplay the situation.

"What? I'm so sorry, I thought you were asking me for three things, I wasn't quite sure where..." But you interrupted him with a kiss because you knew it wasn't either of your faults.

"It's all right, Kyky. Let's look on the bright side - we already have food for today."

OMGGG THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE SUPPORT. I know that this story is shorter than usual but it was the best I could do in the amount of time I had. Remember that requests are open in case you want to send any ideas but dw cuz I got a lot of ideas written down for when I have more time.

❤️❤️❤️

[abarbaricyalp]

Sequel to this

When AJ went running by with a real lit candle, Bucky snagged him and the wick at the same time, extinguishing the flame and saving little hands in the process.

"Where did you even find this?" he asked, giving AJ one of the fake candles piled up on the breakfast bar instead.

AJ's mouth twisted to one side in a pout, but he switched all the decorations from the real candle to the fake one without arguing. Even the wax catch tray. "I live here," he pointed out, surly at being caught. "I know where the candles are."

"Uh-huh," Bucky agreed unimpressedly. He didn't ask the natural follow up of 'why do you need a real candle?' "Well, come help me with something," he offered instead. "I need you to grab that mistletoe from above the door."

AJ looked at him askance. "I can't reach that!" he objected. He jumped as high as he could to make his point. He was still a little bit away from the door frame, but how close he got made Bucky's chest ache with the passage of time.

Bucky heaved out a dramatic sigh and kneeled down by AJ. "That's why you're gonna get on my shoulders. Let me see the candle."

He put the fake candle in his pocket and helped (tried to help, but AJ was faster than him) get AJ into his shoulders. He was just about too big to keep doing this, but it made him cackle in delight every time, and he still put his hands over Bucky's eyes no matter how often Bucky pretended to walk into a wall, so until Bucky busted a muscle, he was going to keep letting AJ onto his shoulders.

"Grab me that mistletoe," he said. "Be careful, there's a thumbtack. There you go. Alright, you got it? Don't drop it. Coming back down now."

AJ climbed off of Bucky's shoulders and held out the mistletoe as Bucky stood again. "You don't have to hide it to make everyone stop trynin' to kiss you, y’know," he said. "Just move."

"I'm not trying to hide it," Bucky said. "I'm going to move it."

"But Titi Rina wanted it right there!"

"And Ms. Rina has gotten what she wanted out of it," Bucky assured. At AJ's confused face, he pushed on. "I'll bring it back, I promise. I just need to borrow it."

AJ looked a little skeptical, but he just said, "I'll help you put it back. Don't ask Cass."

Bucky gave him a playful salute and passed back the fake candle. AJ melted back into the crowd, off in search of his friends again.

Bucky turned too, scanning the crowd. The party had been going on long enough that most people had settled down where they wanted to be for the remainder of the time. Half of everybody had gone outside to enjoy the brisk air, and a few, typically much younger or older, people had curled up on various chairs to nap off the meal and festivities.

He caught sight of the back of Sam's shoulders as he ducked around the half wall that blocked the kitchen to the hallway. He had a black bag of something in his hand.

Bucky followed him quickly, dodging people trying to stop him for a conversation or another cookie taste. It was even more intense than trying to tail someone on a busy street.

Bucky went right first, to glance out the side door to see if Sam had taken the trash out, but he wasn't among the group of old guys shooting the shit and smoking. So he went left instead, towards the extra rooms where Sam stayed in Sarah's house. He let himself into Sam's room without knocking, which may have been a little presumptuous, but Bucky kind of forgot this wasn't his home too sometimes.

Sam was standing on the other side of the bed with the bag and its contents spread before him. He jumped a little as Bucky walked in, but relaxed when he saw it was him. "Shut that already before someone follows you in," he said. "I'm packing up some gift bags for Sarah while she distracts all of our nosy family."

Bucky did as he was told and moved Sam's wing pack in front of the door for good measure. "Have you sat down once all day?" he asked.

"Old Matthews got me roped into a mancala game a little while ago. Those guys take that way too seriously. You'd fit right in."

Bucky rolled his eyes. Sarah had already made a similar joke, but it hadn't involved mancala. She's said something about him pulling out an anecdote about being older than bread so they'd stop doing it to everyone else. He had not done that.

"Well do you--" he started to ask, but Sam straightened suddenly, eyes bright as he looked at Bucky.

"How're you liking the party?" he asked pointedly. Bucky knew him well enough to know when he was being pointed. "Talk to anyone interesting?"

"Mrs. Owens asked if I could help take down the church decorations after Epiphany?" he offered. "She doesn't think I can get electrocuted by any bad light strings."

Sam snorted. "Does she think you're immune at this point?"

"Are you talking about Hydra or how many times we got zapped putting them up?" Bucky asked wryly.

"Both," Sam laughed. "Come hold this shut for me, will you?"

"I told you not to use the wings," Bucky pointed out. He held either side of a paper bag closed while Sam tied a complicated knot around the opening with twine. A vine bottle of whiskey disappeared from view.

"It was not my wings," Sam said for the umpteenth time since December 1st. "It was the fact those lights are the same ones my daddy used to make me put up when I was a kid." He glanced up at Bucky curiously. "You didn't have any other fun though? Seemed like you were waiting on someone under that mistletoe."

Bucky's stomach did a funny little jolt and summersault. "I was," Bucky admitted. "He never came over."

Sam frowned and sat back, arms crossing. "You're into David?" he asked in confusion. "Why?"

Bucky frowned back. "No. Why would you think I was into David?" David was some distant relation of Sam's and he was always telling Bucky he was cooking things wrong. He'd said it about hotdogs on a grill once. Bucky was not into him.

"He's the only other gay guy here. I thought you were waiting on one of the ladies."

Bucky frowned harder. "What? No. Why would I be waiting on them either?"

"Well, man, I hate to tell you, but Sarah's not into you."

Bucky rolled his eyes, pushed Sam back against the wall, and stabbed the mistletoe into the wall above them. "I wasn't waiting on Sarah."

Sam stared at the mistletoe for a second before his eyes widened. "Oh!" he said. Then he brought his hands up to his face to hide. "I'm never going to hear the end of this."

"No," Bucky agreed. "You're not." He gently pulled Sam's hands down by the wrists. He got both in one of his hands and used the other to tilt Sam's face up. "Hey, Sammy, you found yourself under the mistletoe," he said softly.

"I was tricked," Sam answered, just as soft.

"Rules are rules," Bucky said sympathetically.

Sam nodded and then leaned forward to catch Bucky's mouth before he could offer another smart comment. The surprised noise Bucky let out and the way he pressed into the kiss immediately was going to live in Sam's head on a loop.

He waited until Bucky's tongue found his lower lip to pull back and drop his head against the wall. "Sorry for making you wait, sweetheart. Was it worth it?"

"It was a long wait," Bucky pointed out. "I don't know if I'm totally satisfied yet."

Sam grinned and let Bucky find his mouth again, freed his hands so he could curl them in the hem of Bucky's sweater and hold him close. Bucky brought his hands up to either side of Sam's jaw and held him like Sam was breakable and precious.

"Sam, are you done with--" Sarah called, already halfway into his room. "Oh, unbelievable," she sigh-snapped, coming up short in the doorway.

Bucky jumped back from Sam and looked like a sheepish kid. Sam pointed up to the mistletoe.

"Rules are rules, Sarah," he said with a shrug.

"The rules are you don't move the mistletoe," Sarah corrected as she snatched the two completed gift bags from the bed. "You don't get to hide away with your beau."

"Well, sometimes the mistletoe needs a little bit of extra-judicial help. Sometimes a beau is kind of blind."

"You better control that blush before you walk back out," Sarah said to Bucky. "Else everyone is gonna know what you've been up to."

This did not curb the blush any. "Sorry, Sarah. We'll get the rest of the bags done."

Sarah narrowed her eyes a little, how she did when she was trying not to smile. "It's about time." And then she was gone.

"We haven't taken that long on these," Bucky mumbled as he stepped towards the bed again.

Sam stepped next to him and pretended to be paying attention to the gifts. But it didn't take long for him to set them aside. "She wasn't talking about the gift bags," he said.

And then he kissed Bucky again. It was definitely worth the wait.

[7ndipity]

"I'd make a great boyfriend!"

Jungkook x Reader

Summary: A typically chaotic evening with your best friend leads to a slightly unexpected conversation.

Warnings: swearing, a few suggestive jokes, not proofread

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this! I don't quite know where this was going, it kinda feels like the setup for a F2L, but idk, I hope you like it anyway.

Masterlist

Requests are open

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Friday nights with Jungkook were one of your favorite things, no more stress about work or school, just you and your best friend trying to beat each other’s high scores at video games or karaoke and marathoning whatever film or shows you were both obsessed with at the moment.

Tonight was no different, you and Jungkook were three rounds into a Smash bros tournament when he slumped back on the sofa next to you after losing to you yet again.

“Agh, screw this, I’m hungry.” Jungkook whined.

“How is that my problem?” You asked.

“You distracted me and I forgot to eat.” He said, pouting at you.

“Your adhd is not my fault.” You replied, getting up anyway with a groan. “What do you want to eat?”

“Hmm,” He thought for a moment before smirking up at you. “You wanna have ramen?”

You shot him an unamused look. “If this is like when you asked me about meeting your cat, I will kick your ass.”

“I’ll just stick with the ramen then.” He replied, also getting to his feet.

Which is how you ended up in your current predicament of cooking ramen at twelve thirty at night, which wouldn’t be that bad if you didn’t have Jungkook who insisted on trying to teach you one of his ‘famous’ ramen recipes.

“This is way too many steps! I thought the whole point of ramen was that it’s easy!” You complained, watching as he chopped veggies for the soup.

“That’s cause you don’t have the creative vision I have.” He insisted, nodding to the pantry. “Can you grab one of the spicy noodle packs for me?”

“Fine.” You responded, familiar enough with his kitchen at this point that you could find them almost without looking.

When you turned back around, he had removed his hoodie, leaving him in a t-shirt that showed off his impressive collection of tattoos.

“Stop staring.” He remarked, catching your eyes on him.

“You should get a tattoo of the Buldak bird.” You suggested, poking his arm as you rejoined him at the stove.

“First of all, his name is Hochi, and secondly, no.” He responded, taking the packet from you.

“Why not? Think of the brand deal, we could get so much free ramen!” You said.

“That’s not how brand deals work. Also who is ‘we’?!” He asked, struggling to open the sauce packet.

“Well, it was my idea, so I should get a percentage of the royalties.” You explained, leaning over to help at the exact moment he finally managed to tear it open with slightly too much force, resulting in a small splatter of the bright red mix to land on your shirt.

“Kook!”

“Shit, I’m sorry!” He apologized, scrambling to clean you up. “Here, if I put it in the wash quickly, it shouldn’t stain, let me get you something else to wear.” He said, grabbing his previously discarded hoodie and offering it to you.

You thanked him and quickly ducked into the bathroom to change, tossing your sweater out the door to him before pulling the dark material of his hoodie over yourself, the fabric absolutely swamping you, the lingering scent of his cologne mildly comforting.

By the time he returned to the kitchen, you were already dividing the food out into bowls.

He paused, studying you for a moment before coming to slump against your back in what almost resembled a hug, looping his arms loosely around your middle.

“What are you doing?” You asked, bumping your elbow back against him.

“Giving you affection?” He replied, propping his chin on your shoulder.

“Eww, why?”

“I dunno, you just look cute in my clothes and I wanted to.” He shrugged.

“I didn’t look cute before?” You questioned, side eyeing him.

He groaned. “Will you let me have my moment, I’m trying to like you.”

“Excuse me?!” You asked incredulously.

“I was just testing it out.” He muttered, following you as you moved about the kitchen, tightening his grip to ensure no separation between the two of you.

“Why though?”

“I wanted to see what it felt like.”

“And?”

“I think you ask too many questions. Ack!” He teased, earning a pinch that made him jump back, releasing his hold on you.

“Just eat your food and leave me out of your weird little fantasies.” You remarked, handing him a bowl before moving to sit at the counter.

“They’re not weird!”

“Sure.” You said sarcastically.

“They’re not! What, you never thought about what it would be like to date me?” He asked.

“Nope.”

“Liar.”

“Why would I lie about that?” You exclaimed.

“Because Jimin told me you used to think I was cute.”

“That motherf-'' You gritted your teeth.

“So?” He tilted his head at you.

“So what? Thinking you’re cute is different than considering dating you.” You pointed out.

“I’d make a great boyfriend though!” He insisted.

“I’m sure you would be, but not for me!” You said sharply.

“Okay, fine!” He said, copying your tone.

For a few minutes, that seemed to be the end of it as you both ate in silence.

“How’re the noodles?” He asked quietly.

“Really good, actually.” You admitted.

“Imagine having a boyfriend who’s a good cook.” He mumbled, making you drop your fork in the dish with a loud clang.

“Would you stop?!” You whined, making him snicker.

“Oh c’mon, that was a little funny.” He said between laughs.

“When are you gonna let this go?”

“Probably never.” He said with a smug grin.

You rolled your eyes. “Then I’ll just have to start using some of the dirt Jimin told me about you.”

His laughter stopped almost instantly, eyes going wide. “Why, what’d he tell you?”

“I think it’s more fun if I keep you in suspense.” You smirked.

“Y/n!”

In truth, you didn’t have anything on him, but he didn’t need to know that.

Not yet anyway.

[just-jordie-things]

indulge me for a second here (at ur own time ofc)

megumi breaks up w reader for reasons (wants to focus on training or sum) but reader starts acting a lill crazy especially when she thinks he might be seeing other women. She's txting him, sending suggestive pics, flirting, cockblocking other women- just the usual, you know?

Then she stops.

Leaving megumi with a whole crisis. Didn't he want this? Why is he missing all her attention? Why is she giving *his* attention to other guys?

I just want that toji and gojo side of him to flare up and chase the reader all over again 😇😇😇😇

AAAHHH YES i need to add more toxicity to my fics bc lets be real we'd all behave like this to get him back :3

kinda feel like this could be a prequel to the blurb i wrote about ex bf!megumi cockblocking you n trying to win you back

suggestive content under the cut but no smut ___

you're a good girl, definitely better than this, but to be honest he left you no choice, didn't he?

how else were you supposed to get his attention? it's not like those other girls had anything to offer him, so you just had to... give him a reminder of what he had, and that he could have it again if he stopped being a man slut and crawled right back to you where he belonged.

(was he really being a man slut? you couldn't actually know... all you knew was what you heard from rumors. but that was enough to warrant all of this... wasn't it?)

you didn't care how much money you spent on pretty lacey sets, or how much time you spent draping yourself in the most inviting poses you could come up until your my eyes only album was overflowing with tasteful nudes. and every single one of them was sent to him.

there wasn't an ounce of humiliation in your body, sending nudes and other suggestive photos/videos to your ex-boyfriend. you were sure that eventually he would be swayed... if it wasn't by baby pink then maybe an angelic white... or classic red.... to you, this was just a means to an end. eventually he'd understand what he was missing and he'd come back begging to get back together.

when he doesn't realize his mistake after a month of spamming his phone... you lose interest. naturally, of course. if he could look at all those photos, watch all those videos to completion, and still not want you back? well, that was his loss.

truthfully, you got bored. and at some point you came to the realization that there were other hot, single, desperate guys out there who would love a glimpse of what was wasted on megumi. so you steered your attention in another direction and almost forgot about your ex completely.

well, you forgot about him until he started showing up around you all the time.

at first it was the bars, anywhere you spent your time with nightlife, he was bound to show up there. whether you were drinking or dancing, or just sitting in a booth wrapped up in the company of someone else, megumi was there to see it.

you might've moved on, but you weren't oblivious. you saw him. you just didn't seem to care. never giving him more than a passing glance before your attention was returned to whoever was lucky enough to get it tonight. megumi's not sure he ever saw you with the same guy twice

even when he moved on to stalking your other hangouts. like the coffee shop you frequented most days of the week. once he started seeing your distraction of the night coming in with you on their arm in the mornings, too, megumi started to lose his mind.

what was the point of all those messages you sent? all the photos with your body on display for him attached with 'thinking of you' or a little kiss emoji- those were all just for him, weren't they? and now you're parading around with every willing guy you find?

megumi's in denial. this wasn't like you, you didn't play games, you weren't a slut, so what was your goal here?

if it was to drive him crazy, you most definitely had the upper hand. but he was determined that it wouldn't last for long.

you wanted to play shitty games? fine, megumi could play shitty games. he'll make sure you come to regret getting over him so easily.

[five-hxrgreeves]

Two Positives Equal a Negative (Or Something Like That)

PAIRING: adam warlock & fem! quill’s sister!reader

WC: 2.8k (again, a long one. I just can’t seem to write anything short!) 

SUMMARY: you’ve always had trouble sleeping thanks your numerous (unfortunate) life experiences. While he hasn’t lived as long as you have, Adam has a similar problem. Fortunately, a Terran phrase that your brother taught you might have the solution that you seek.

WARNINGS: slight gotg three spoilers, fluff, angst if you squint.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: okay, so I accidentally lied and I realized that my last one-shot wasn’t my first official one; I wrote a Natasha x reader several years ago. I just don’t post on here that often so I forgot about it, lol. Anyway, Adam Warlock currently has a chokehold on me so here’s another one-shot for him- the sequel that I mentioned on the last one. I’m tempted to write a Gally one/two-shot, but I’m not familiar with the TMR universe so I’m worried that I’d mess it up.

Also, I know that the phrase is actually ‘two negatives equal a positive,’ but I was drawing on the fact that non-Terrans wouldn’t really remember/understand Peter’s references, and since ‘you’ had only been to Earth during Endgame, you it mixed up.

Part 0 , Part 1

You’d always had trouble sleeping, especially on your father’s planet. There had just been a sense of. . . wrongness that you didn’t need Mantis’ empath powers to feel. It had made you on edge most of the time, alert for the unseen danger that you felt. While this might’ve just been your role as Ego’s protector speaking, you knew that your sister felt similarly. Mantis had once offered to put you to sleep using her powers, which you’d agreed to. Although it had worked, you hadn’t liked the feeling of your emotions being messed with, or the vulnerability that came with sleep. Even though you trusted that your sister wouldn’t hurt you, Ego was a different story entirely.

So, that meant that you were up most of the time with only catnaps and snatches of sleep when absolutely necessary. (Luckily your enhanced stamina helped in this case so it wasn’t terribly detrimental to your wellbeing.) It was hard to hide your unusual sleep patterns on the Milano with your new friends since there wasn’t space to walk around like there had been on Ego’s planet. But the Guardians all had various traumas of their own, so they understood the difficulty of getting peaceful rest. Some nights had even been better than others as Peter would teach you how to play Terran card games, which would then include the rest of the Guardians once you’d learned.

You also liked to sit in the pilot’s chair late at night and watch the darkness of space light up around you. It was funny, really; everyone expected space to be a dark, black vacuum of nothing when it was actually just the opposite. Sure, there was no physical form of life, but space was alive in its own way. As the Milano sailed aimlessly through the stars, you’d pass the orange-red clouds of dust and gas— nebulas. Or the brilliant white-blue of a dying star, or the different hues of blue-black that surrounded you. Space was truly beautiful, which was something that you never tried to take for granted.

But now you were stuck on Knowhere. There were no brilliant colors of space to distract you or friends to play card games with. Mantis was gone— your only source of comfort on those long nights when you’d served your father. You were alone, with nothing but a Zune to distract you as you sat, bored, in the kitchen late into the night. You’d decided on some calmer tunes and were currently listening to the Frank Sinatra playlist you’d curated. A warm mug of tea— which Peter had also introduced you to— sat between your hands as your eyes glazed over, getting lost in your music.

--

As it turned out, Adam wasn’t that great of a sleeper, either. It always felt like there was too much energy running through him to be properly restful— not to mention that, whenever he closed his eyes, he saw his mother waiting for him as he flew desperately towards her. And then the explosion would come, jolting him out of sleep as a reminder of his failure.

With a sigh, he pushed back his covers and stood. Since he was already dressed (his mother had always told him to be ready for anything), he made his way to the kitchen where he’d baked cookies with you. It hadn’t been that long ago, but he already missed the comfortable, homey feeling he’d gotten as he formed the batter into spheres with you standing at his side. You had yet to talk to Rocket about how his comments made you feel, but he knew it was because you respected your teammate and didn’t like making a big deal out of things. Thinking about you now, he sort of hoped that he would see you in the kitchen when he got there— but that was a crazy thought; it was the middle of the night! Any normal person would be in a deep sleep by now.

So, it was definitely a pleasant surprise when he came upon you, sitting at the head of the table. Your earbuds were in your ears, as usual, and you seemed to be deep in thought as you absentmindedly traced the rim of your mug with your finger. He was comfortable enough with you to approach you without hesitation, so he took the chair next to yours and nudged you gently to get your attention.

You jumped, startled by the unexpected presence of someone else in the room. At first you had a wild thought that it might be Peter, who came to keep you company as he often had. You were only mildly disappointed to see that it was Adam instead (and this was just because you missed your brother; you were actually quite happy to see the golden boy.) You took out your earbuds and paused your music. “You’re up late. Or early.”

His golden eyes met yours— something you noticed that he did often; it seemed that eye contact was his way of showing that he was listening to you, which always made your stomach flutter pleasantly. “So are you,” he replied. “Can’t sleep?”

“Nah,” you said with a shrug. “You?”

“Me either,” he agreed.

You sat in a comfortable silence together, one so long that you were almost tempted to  put your earbuds back in. Maybe this was a one-off thing; you’d never seen him before on your sleepless nights. Maybe he wasn’t used to being up at this hour and just wasn’t as talkative as he normally was with you. But you were also curious; what could a supposedly perfect being be troubled with at night? So, you sighed, and against your better judgement (as you hated to talk about your feelings), you asked, “wanna talk about it?”

But Adam also knew how you were, and he shook his head. “No, it’s okay. I don’t mind just sitting here.” He got to enjoy your company, after all, so he considered tonight to be better than most.

You let out another sigh. As much as you hated getting touchy-feely, the night was already very boring; sitting and not talking would only make it worse. “I don’t mind, actually. I’m used to being around other people when I’m up like this. Talking would make the time pass faster.” You studied his expression for a moment, which was unusually unreadable; it always seemed like he had a kind smile or glance to send your way. “We can start off easy, if you want. Are you up like this every night?”

His expression softened at your willingness to go outside your comfort zone, so he answered honestly. (He had nothing that he wanted to hide from you, anyway.) “Most nights, yeah. What about you?”

“Same,” you agreed. You played with the rubber protective tip on your earbud. “Can’t get to sleep or bad dreams?”

“Both,” Adam admitted. “Although it’s usually the first one.”

You nodded. “Same, again, but for me it’s mostly the latter. You remember when I said that you weren’t the first person to try and kill me?” At his confirmation (because how could he have forgotten that?), you continued, “yeah. It’s mostly that. My father was a great parent,” you finished sarcastically.

When you’d first become friends, you’d shared stories about the Guardians’ adventures— even the ones that had happened before you’d joined the team— although they’d mostly been lighthearted in tone. You’d acted like they hadn’t really affected you and had laughed at the fact that your father’s planet had tried to swallow you whole. Adam sort of wished that your father was still alive so he could fight him for you. While his mother had had her moments of parenting issues, he’d never doubted that she did love him; it was clear that this wasn’t the case with your father.

“I’m sorry,” he said, not really sure what else he could say. Despite everything that had happened to you, you were still a good person; you hadn’t fought the Guardians on your first meeting like he had, which already made you better than him. He wished that there was something he could do (such as getting revenge for you) to help ease whatever burden you were feeling as you often had for him, but there didn’t seem like there was anything that he could do.

“Don’t worry about it,” you replied in a blasé tone, already moving on from your heavy things. “Want to talk about your stuff?”

He shifted in his seat, a little uncomfortable to admit his failure to you. He wanted to prove that he was just as capable as you were, and this was one of his worst moments. “I. . . keep thinking about my mother.” His gaze dropped to where his hands were folded on the table, unable to watch your reaction in case you thought worse of him. “How I. . . wasn’t able to save her. I was so close, too. If only I’d been faster—”

You reached out a hand to put it on top of both of his, cutting him off. Yours was much smaller in comparison, barely covering even one of his hands. He looked up at you with surprise, feeling his face heat up at the contact. Your usually jovial expression was uncharacteristically serious as you chided him gently, “stop. Thinking like that never helps, you know. You’ll drive yourself mad if you keep wondering ‘what if.’ I should know.”

While he was relieved that his fears about your reaction were unfounded, he frowned at your last words. “What do you mean?”

You pretended not to notice that your hands were still holding his as you answered, “remember what I told you about the Snap?” At his nod, you continued, “Peter and I were the only ones who weren’t trying to subdue Thanos. My powers are mostly defensive, so they would only anger him, which was the opposite of what we were trying to do. Peter got— understandably— distraught at the news of Gamora’s death and he was practically solely responsible for the Snap.” You sighed heavily, dropping your gaze from him. “As the only other person not doing anything on that planet, I could’ve stopped him, but he was my brother; I couldn’t hurt him. But if I had. . . everything could’ve been so much different. In a way, I was responsible for the Snap, too.”

While he understood your reasoning, he didn’t completely agree with it. You’d filled him in with great detail about the Infinity War, which you’d only learned the missing parts after you’d been brought back. So, he insisted quietly, “Thor could’ve also gone for Thanos’ head, but he didn’t.”

“But Thanos wouldn’t have even gotten to the Terran planet if we’d stopped him on Titan. You see what I mean? These what-ifs really messed with my head— still do. You eventually just have to accept the fact that the situation can’t be changed and learn from your mistakes.” In a lighter tone you added, “I promised myself that the next time I needed to sock it to Peter, I wouldn’t hesitate. Maybe a good hit to the head would knock some common sense back into him.”

Adam chuckled at this, his serious expression lifting. Sensing that you didn’t want to talk about such emotional topics anymore, he changed the subject slightly. “So you’re up every night because of these thoughts? Don’t you need sleep?”

“Yeah, but I’ve got enhanced stamina, so not as much as a regular person,” you said, relieved that he picked up on your hint. “What about you? You’re practically a god yourself.”

He felt his face flush with (pleased) embarrassment at your indirect compliment, even if it was truthful. “That’s part of the problem, I think,” he explained. “All this power. . . it gives me too much energy and. . . I can’t sleep.”

You frowned thoughtfully at your similar predicaments, an idea (admittedly, a stupid enough one that Peter could’ve come up with it) forming in your mind. “Y’know,” you began slowly, “Peter taught me a Terran phrase awhile back. I can’t exactly remember how it goes— it’s like two positives equal a negative, or something like that— and it means that when there’s two good things, it cancels out the bad one. We could try and apply it here.”

He gave you a curious look. “Really? How?”

“Well, since we both can’t sleep— that’s the negative— maybe. . . maybe if we slept. . .” You felt your face burning at your suggestion. “If we slept. . . tog— well, not together-together, I mean— with each— does that sound worse? I—” you struggled to find the right wording that wouldn’t come off as suggestive. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” you added hastily, misunderstanding his bemused expression.

“Little Quill,” he teased you lightly, “you haven’t even gotten the question out.”

Oh. You only felt even more embarrassed. “Do you want to sleep in my room?” you finally managed to blurt out, burying your face in your hands, unable to look at the boy across from you.

Instead of taking offense or making fun of you as you’d expected, Adam seemed to actually consider your offer. “Do you think it would work?”

At his question, you dropped your hands to your lap and shrugged, though your face was still very red. He seemed remarkably unflustered, not that you could tell if he was (damn his beautiful golden skin— wait, what?) “I don’t know,” you mumbled, still refusing to look at him. “I can only sleep if I feel safe, and there’s only one person I ever felt that way with— Mantis. But. . . now I think that includes you, too.”

Adam couldn’t help the bright smile that formed on his face at your words, the thought that you felt safe with him (especially after everything that he’d done to you and your friends) meant more than he could say. The thought that you would willingly be vulnerable in his presence made his stomach feel enjoyably— and inexplicably— nauseous. “I feel safe around you too,” he replied without hesitation. “And. . . I wouldn’t mind trying it.”

--

Not long after, the two of you returned to the room you were renting in the dorm-style building. Since neither you nor Adam had family to speak of (and were also short on funds), you’d both found rooms in a tenant building that had lots of other people, many of whom had lost their homes during the Guardians’ most recent adventures. Luckily you’d gotten a room to yourself, though you had to share basic facilities with everyone else.

“You can sleep in the bed since this was my idea,” you offered. You were still in what you considered your pajamas, so you just had to gather some spare blankets and pillows.

Adam shook his head, against the thought of you making accommodations for him. “I can sleep on the floor. You shouldn’t have to give up your bed.”

“It’s not like I use it much anyway,” you joke, pulling the covers back. “But if you’re seriously against me sleeping on the floor, I guess we could. . . share?”

He seemed not to mind your proposal as he agreed readily, and after taking off his shoes, he made to get in when you spoke again with a confused look on your face. “You. . . sleep in your clothes? No wonder why you can’t get comfortable!”

Adam seemed to not understand your comment. “You sleep in your clothes.”

You laughed a little at his observation. “These are sleep clothes, not everyday clothes. At least take off your jacket,” you reasoned.

But as he did so, you realized why he hadn’t gotten more comfortable: there was nothing except chiseled chest under his clothes. You blushed and tried (but failed) not to stare as he got into bed next to you, admiring the way his muscles flexed with his movement. Luckily he seemed to not notice your attention as he settled next to you. There was a sizeable gap between you two despite the bed not being very big, one that you wished you had the guts to close. (Wait— again, what?)

You wondered how you’d ever get to sleep with all that muscle right behind you (okay, this one you could admit freely), but somehow, in the quiet stillness of your dark room, the safe, peaceful feeling lulled you into the first restful slumber that you’d had since your siblings had left months ago.

--

And if you woke up the next morning, curled up against Adam’s chest with his arm wrapped around you protectively, neither of you bothered to say anything about it.

[brighter-by-the-daly]

Rachel Daly x Reader

Distracted

AN: A follow on fic to my original RD x R series - a look at where the couple is now. (If you want timeline consistency, just imagine that last years FA Cup run was this years).

Feeling a pair of arms wrap around your neck from behind you leant down to rest your cheek on the soft dressing gown being worn by your fiancée. “Come to bed baby” whispered into your ear as kisses were placed on your cheek. “I’ve gotta finish this before midnight” you sounded exhausted, “I can’t believe I forgot about this review, I’m so sorry” you whimpered, longing for forgiveness that you weren’t joining Rachel in bed tonight. Plopping herself on your lap to block your vision and forcing your eyes to look away from the gleaming screen of your laptop, she asked how much more you had left to do. “Too much” you whined, wrapping your arms around her stomach and resting your head in her chest, “if I stop now , I won’t be able to start again” mumbling into her dressing gown, reluctant to let go of her. “Can I help?” she asked optimistically, like she had any idea what your report was on, she just wanted to feel useful; her fingers slowly stroked through your hair, untangling the knots as she went, “you already are” lifting your sleepy but hopeful head for kisses. “I’ll put the kettle on” she said and made her way to the kitchen, “can’t you ask for an extension?” she suggested while dropping teabags into mugs. “This is the extension” you began whining again, placing your head in your hands. Life had been so crazy lately that you forgot that you actually had a job to get back to! Working from home isn’t working for you as there are so many distractions - you found yourself choosing to watch Rachel’s games or hang out with her and her teammates instead of doing your work. It was a much more exciting prospect than paperwork but now you’re so far behind. Rachel placed a cup of tea in front of you and sat herself on the chair opposite, “babe you need to sleep, you have a big game tomorrow” looking up at her with adoring eyes. Thankful that she was here with you but knowing she’ll regret the late night in the morning. “I’m not going without you!” she said folding her arms staging a protest. “That’s not fair” you pouted, she knew how much you’d rather be doing anything other than this but you couldn’t afford to lose this job. “Life’s not fair” she smiled angelically. “If I want to go to your game tomorrow I need to get this done now. I can hyperfocus on this and get it done in an hour, pleeease go to bed” you begged. “If you’re not up in an hour, I’m coming to get you” was her final offer, you smiled and nodded as she leant in for a kiss, holding out her pinky to promise her then shuffled back up the stairs to bed.

You managed to smash out the review and finally crawled into bed with 5 minutes to spare, you tried to creep into the bedroom quietly but Rachel felt the dip in the mattress as you sunk into bed and rolled over to snuggle into you, it didn’t take you long to fall asleep when the love of your life was wrapped around you.

Starting to stir awake when you heard your girl showering you kept your eyes closed to desperately cling onto the extra few minutes of sleep. Feeling the puff of clean, warm air burst out of the ensuite when she opened the door made your eyes squint open to see if she had got dressed in the bathroom or was still wrapped in a towel that doesn’t quite cover everything. Your first sight of the morning being your future wife in her sporty lingerie looking for clothes in the wardrobe. “Well, that’s a nice view to wake up to” you admired, sitting up in bed to get a better look at her. Turning around as she pulled on her joggers she smiled cheekily at you then nodded at the bedside table, “there’s a tea there for you.” Turning to look at the freshly brewed cuppa and sighed, “you are so perfect” you said gazing back at her. You loved Rach in her joggers, probably more than when she’s all dressed up so when she launched herself onto the bed announcing you have an hour to get ready you couldn’t help but try your luck. “Enough time to turn you on then” smirking as you climbed on top of her and slid your hand into her pants. Rachel laid there with her tattooed arms behind her head receiving cockily until she was done and you jumped off, “hey, what about you?” she pined, reaching over to try and grab the little clothing you were wearing. “You can make it up to me later” you winked as you undressed to get in the shower. “But you forgot your...” the bathroom door shut behind you, “tea”, Rachel rolled her eyes and shrugged her shoulders, not wanting to let it go to waste she drank it herself before packing a bag for you while you got ready to leave.

“Aren’t you missing something?” she said watching you slip your trainers on, she hated how you never undo the laces. Standing up straight after forcing your feet into the shoes you looked puzzled, “errr, my shirt?” her eyes opened wider with a little shake of her head like ‘helloooo, are are you dumb?’. “Do I really have to wear it every game?” you sighed, looking at her holding the shirt out to you and already knowing the answer. “I like knowing you’re there wearing my name” she pouted, knowing you can never resist her exaggerated sad little face. “I know, but does it really matter?” you pushed back, “yes! You know what I’m like for my superstitions!” trying her puppy dog eyes once more. “Fineee” you laughed and pulled her shirt over your head. “You’re so needy!” shoving her lightly in a playful way, “and what?” she retorted, squaring up to you. Taking her wrist and kissing her tattoo of your initials, “I suppose it’s the least I can do when I’m on you permanently” backing down and letting her win, you were never gonna not wear it anyway! Rachel hummed in agreement, her lips vibrating against yours as she kissed you lightly which turned into something much more passionate.

Tumbling into the car together you swung through Costa for tea and coffee seeing as you didn’t drink yours earlier, then headed for Villa Park where the girls were playing their FA Cup quarter final game against Man City today. During the drive Rachel threw around the idea of moving closer to your work and family, originally you objected as that would affect her commute to work and said you’ll figure something out but Rachel insisted. She said it was only fair if we wanted the relationship to work out and started listing off places that are in the middle of both of your bases. Rachel tried her best to sell her ideas to you during the drive, you were starting to come around to the idea of owning your own home and living together in a place that wasn’t just hers. At the moment you are so far away from your family and friends that it makes you feel guilty for not seeing them as often as you used to. Your whole world has become Rachel and although it’s been fun, it’s not sustainable for the future.

Arriving at the stadium, the atmosphere felt electrifying as the crowd shuffled in to fill seats, you said goodbye and good luck to your future wife and went to sit with the other partners of players. This was one of the biggest crowds you had seen show up for Villa and the excitement was contagious. Watching the team take their places, Rachel looked determined and focused as she prepared for kick off, you couldn't help but feel proud of her and crossed your fingers for a win. Watching the game unfold, your mind wandered to the conversation you had in the car about moving closer to your work and family. The idea of owning a home together and creating a life that was a blend of both your worlds started to feel more appealing. You realized that while your relationship with Rachel had been amazing, it was important to find a balance that worked for both of you in the long run.

After a thrilling match that ended in a victory for the underdogs, Rachel climbed into the stands to celebrate with high-fives for the crowd and tightly squeezed hugs for you. Beating Man City was a huge feat for the team, everyone was on cloud 9 and who was to thank for winning? None other than your girl who scored the winner in the 96th minute! As you walked back to the car, Rachel took your hand and looked at you with a soft smile, "I think we can make it work, you know," she said, squeezing your hand gently. "I want us to have a home where we both feel connected and close to the things that matter to us." You nodded, feeling a sense of excitement and possibility for the future. As you drove back home, you couldn't help but imagine the adventures and memories you would create together in your own place, where both of you could thrive and grow. As the sun began to set over the horizon it cast a warm glow over the road in front of you, you knew that this was just the beginning of a new chapter in your lives, filled with love, support, and endless possibilities.

[foreverisntenough]

-YOU’RE MINE -

Summary: While you daydreamed about his face an ocean apart, he had no idea what yours was about to do to him. With a twist of fate and the heat of summer, a new relationship would completely ransack his heart - Everyday heavy with the thought of one another, neither of you were going to let the unexpected love of your life go. You were going to be his, you were his, and you were going to stay his.

Warnings: This series will contain fluff, suggestions, smut love bombing, little sad, and kind of angst- not sure what else really… if i miss anything please lmk!

Note: I hope you like it! There will definitely be more parts (don’t know how many just yet though.)

INDEX

Chapter 18 - ‘You’re Mine’

Trent was leaving for the Euros tomorrow and you were not thrilled. The whole country was itching for the tournament to start and you couldn’t wait for it to end. You were going on a holiday after with him and friends regardless of the result and that sounded much better. Of course, this was a silent desire. You were there to support him no matter how much it meant you were apart. You were so proud of him. Reaching accolades like this was everything he worked so hard for and it felt special you got to experience it with him.

With him going to be gone for a couple weeks you just wanted to be with him today. From the moment you woke up you were glued to his side. You clung to him all day. Your hands on him constantly, your lips always close to his skin. He didn’t mind. He wanted you there so he played into your neediness. You laid on him till he complained about the heat, you followed him to the shower, you made his breakfast, you sat on a yoga mat while he worked out in the gym downstairs, you showered again, you drove with him to pick something up from AXA, you helped him pack, and now your were cuddling in the cinema. Trent’s friend, George, was coming over to watch a game they both cared about in a little. George was always super nice to you, he was on the summer holiday in New York so you met early on in your relationship. You liked him a lot. He was just really kind and wholesome. He’d take you and Trent on double dates with him if he was nervous, you’d sit with him at matches, he always offered to help you clean up after parties, in general he was so lovely.

You were laying on Trent and felt your tiredness wash over you. You were so comfortable, so warm, so happy. You nuzzled your head on his chest, your leg thrown over his body, his hand rubbing from under your knee around your ass and back. He'd get a little distracted and just squeeze and massage your ass every once in a while. On the umpteenth time he did, you kissed at his neck slowly. Suddenly things escalated and he was at your core, eating you out. It all happened so fast by the time you came a few times you hardly knew what happened. He had you swifty back laying on him exhausted from your day in the life as Trent and the many orgasms he just gave you. You were completely knocked out by the time George arrived. Trent texted him letting him know the garage door was open for him and he was in the cinema but couldn’t get up right now.

“I figured this was the reason you wouldn’t move. Y/N, how we doing?” George spoke walking into the room coming around the seats.

“Sorry, she’s out brother” he laughed a little, looking down at you. “How are you?” Trent stuck his arm for a fist bump.

“Yeah, all good mate.” George said sitting on another chaise lounge in the room. Trent leaned over to see if you were still asleep before he kept talking.

“Baby?” He whispered, tucking a piece of your hair that had fallen behind your ear. You didn’t move at all. You were fast asleep. They sat catching up, discussing the upcoming tournament, the game they were watching. The conversation had lulled a little when the two dogs (sorry forgot to mention! Trent had two dogs, they are cute, you love them. Trent says they love you now more than him which was true but you liked to make him feel better and lie and say they still loved him the most.) came sniffing around in the room.

“What’s up lad!” Trent’s friend cooed laughing at one of the dogs coming up to his hand dangling off the couch before coming over to sit on the floor by you. The other one jumped up and found himself a little spot tucked close to Trent i.e. also you. Trent didn’t acknowledge their arrival and stayed focused on the game. George laughed looking at you laying on Trent, him and your two dogs. He could believe his friend from Year 2 had become a professional footballer but was shocked that in the last two years was living in a house he shared with a serious girlfriend. He took a photo of your little family posting it on his Instagram story and waited patiently for Trent to see it organically.

‘Pre-Euros rest with the TAA fam’

“Come on...” Trent rolled his eyes and then his head to look at George when he finally saw the post clicking through his Instagram stories.

“It’s actually mad…” George said, shaking his head at the fact that you and Trent had managed to go from the New York pavement to a house in the greater Manchester area. Trent confirmed looking down at you with a smile. He just stared at you inspecting the intricacies of your face. He stroked the back of his knuckle over your cheek.

“Knowing her now… You think if you were not like…” George paused and gestured around the room at the football shirts, the house, his life. “All this that she would’ve made the effort?” Trent picked his head up from his analysis of your face to look at George. “I don’t mean it as a knock.. just curious” he muttered out trying to not offend Trent. George and Trent had a friendship that was really genuine. If he needed to be serious or wanted advice from someone who wasn’t a part of his family, it was always George and it worked both ways.

“Erm…yeah.” Trent wasn’t offended but it made him think. He spit out his initial response but started to look down at you again to really consider it. “No… she definitely would’ve. I think out the gate something was there. I think her knowing me kind of freaked her out at first which made her more hesitant if anything. She would’ve though.” He confirmed it to himself and his friend. George nodded at the answer. “I think like being me maybe made it possible, I don’t know the flights and all that, when I think about it…just being on the holiday in general. I think we both would’ve tried to work something out. There were feelings early, you know?” Trent tried to further explain not particularly happy with only getting a nod.

“Oh yeah, definitely. Wanted to know if you ever questioned it, that’s all. You shouldn’t have.” George clarified.

“Did you?” Trent sat up a little but made sure you were still sleeping as he turned to really talk with him.

“I mean, as your friend… of course we all questioned it. We didn’t know her. I don’t think I ever assumed there was mal intent, she always was lovely but you never know. Didn’t want anything to happen, just trying to look out for you but obviously any of our, or my hesitancy was proven wrong. You guys are good together. End game right?” George babbled a little bit not wanting to dig himself into a hole but Trent wasn’t focused on the sentiment anymore, he wondered who this ‘we’ George referred to was.

“Yeah, that’s how I feel… end game.” Trent paused and turned back to watch the game but spoke again. “Who’s the ‘we’ ?” He now needed to know.

“I don’t want to speak for anyone else. I meant it was just my thoughts but guess talking about the lads who were on the holiday.” George calmly explained. Trent returned a nodded answer. He didn’t love the idea of his friends and brothers sitting around discussing you but he understood. The boys went quiet in the room, you were sleeping soundly.

“You think you’ll get married?” Trent asked the currently single George so naturally his friend laughed. He opened up his Instagram story again re-reading the phrase ‘TAA fam.’

“I mean, I’m not against it. I’m pretty far away from it though bro” George said laughing. Trent wanted to know if his friend thought it would be a good idea but was beating around the bush. “You? I mean, you essentially are just without the papers.” He asked.

“I want to.” Trent said laughing at George’s paper remark. “She’s an absolute dream. My whole world.” He got lost for a moment, cooing looking more at you asleep than his friend asking the question. George watched Trent’s focus shift to you and couldn’t help but smile a little at how happy you made Trent.

“You guys would be really good. If you did, would you want her to take your last name?”

“I’d like her to. Would mean a lot to me but whatever she wants. It’s her name so I’d understand either way.” Trent answered but lost focus a little a bit again at what was even coming out of his mouth as he was repeating your name paired with his over and over in his head.

“Whatever she wants” George repeated teasing him about how that was often his response. They started talking about the game but then fell into a comfortable silence. Trent pressed a kiss to your temple. He looked over your chest rising and falling and felt a calmness take over until he instinctively placed his hand on your stomach caressing it. His heart rate spiked at the action thinking about you making him a daddy. He slid his hand down further more to your hip and quickly looked if George had noticed his brief moment of panic. He looked back at you and sighed to himself silently.

“Can I ask you something?” Trent said, grabbing George’s attention away from the game, cutting the silence.

“Course.” He said, returning his gaze back to the screen. Trent was mildly thankful he wasn’t looking at him because he suddenly wasn’t sure he wanted to ask any more but ultimately did.

“I’m trying to work out something with her. I don’t know if I’m supposed to say something or not. We recently had this like weird…” Trent puffed some air.

“Weird what exactly?” George was quick to turn back to him making a face confused about where this conversation was headed.

“I’m getting there! Relax.” Trent hushed at him. “Like this weird…I don’t know, you could call it a conversation maybe” continuing with his story.

“Where did this conversation happen?” George smiled cheekily, catching on to his inflection.

“Yeah.. you get it. We were having sex and I don’t know, she brought something up and I reacted and then we both said some stuff and we both know we said it, like I know she knows, but neither of us have said anything after the fact.

“Is this going to be like an overshare?” George made a feigned grossed out face.

“Bro! I’m serious. I need to know what to do.” Trent looked back annoyed.

“Alright, alright, give me some more context. What was said?”

“Ugh” Trent groaned, rubbing his hand over his face slightly embarrassed. “Yeah, so, it’s not like this kind of stuff hasn’t been said here or there but not seriously. This felt like a proper ask. She…” Trent couldn’t look at George. He leaned over to make sure you actually were asleep. “Fuck… the word ‘daddy’ was used.” He muttered out.

“Oh… wow.” A cheeky smile grew on George’s face. “What did you say… or do?” He shifted his head to also check if you were asleep. It was very obvious you were knocked out so they continued.

“I mean…” Trent rolled his head back onto the cushion behind him gesturing to your body. “What do you think I did? Like obviously I played into it but…”

George couldn’t hold in his laughter. “Bro” he had to pause because he couldn’t stop laughing so he pinched the bridge of his nose. “I get it” he gestured to you, “respectfully obviously.” He continued his laughs leaning back into the couch trying to gather himself. Trent couldn’t fight the smile on his face at his friend's reaction, he began rubbing his hands over it trying to wipe it.

“But mate... the problem is. When I heard her talk like that. Like when I said shit back. I meant it. I still mean it right now. I genuinely think I want that with her but I have no idea if she just said it to like get me off or like if she wants to start a fucking family. It’s such a serious thing I can’t fuck it up. Whatever I say it has to be right either way.” Trent rambled quietly, making sure you were asleep still. George sat there a little stunned so there was a moment of silence.

“I mean… okay.” He paused looking around the room and then at your face, then back to Trent. “Didn’t expect this turn but I think that’s a good thing right?”

“I don’t fucking know…” Trent sighed.

“Have you had sex since?” George was asking for some clarity on the situation.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah tons.” Trent confirmed

“Okay, relax, don't rub it in, Jesus.” George joked to lighten the mood. “I really think at some point you have to talk to her and be honest about what you want.”

“We’ve talked about kids before but it’s all been so hypothetical and I’m worried if she says no then I’ll be… I don’t know, let down.” Trent sighed a little at the thought.

“I don’t think she’ll say no considering you aren’t the most careful couple if I remember correctly…” he was recalling the play by play Trent gave of your first few times and a Plan B purchase that was once made early on. “but that’s just my guess ” George watched Trent move his hand back over your stomach unintentionally. He really cared about you and everyone knew that. The problem he was worried about was that he would give up what he wanted for whatever you wanted. That felt wrong to George but he didn’t want to make Trent more nervous.

“Maybe…” Trents attention went back to the game and the boys dropped the conversation entirely. George needed to head out so Trent shuffled out from under you, waking you up but gave you a kiss and told you he’d be right back. George and Trent walked through the house talking about the game’s result before getting to the door. George grabbed Trent’s shoulder and stopped them.

“You gotta talk to her brother, it could be a really good thing. You have really good instincts. It’ll work out the way it’s supposed to. Yeah?” He spoke honestly.

“Yeah, mate. Thanks so much. I’ll see you in a few weeks.” George walking out the door to his car as Trent stood in the doorway before closing it.

“It’s coming hooome” George yelled getting into his car. Trent could only laugh and shut the door. George was really nice. He was right. Trent needed to talk to you but now wasn’t the right time he was leaving for weeks. Trent walked back to the cinema and you laid awkwardly almost upside down scrolling on your phone.

“What you doing laying like that, pretty girl?” Trent asked, starting to laugh at you. The big smile on his face pulled one from you.

“Don’t know. Just woke up all alone. Didn’t know what to do.” You pouted your lips sitting up right now.

“You didn’t wake up alone. I woke you up and gave you a kiss.” Trent leaned in and gave you another one. “I walked George out and now we’re here.” Despite being in the room with them, you were oblivious to the deep conversation Trent just had. Completely unaware. “You want some dinner, baby?” He cooed.

“No” you said simply looking up at him with doe eyes standing in front of you.

“No?” Trent’s smile only grew as he grabbed your cheeks with both his hands and placed a gross wet kiss on your lips. He pressed sloppy kisses all over your neck and chest before he picked you up.

“Baby!” you whined before wrapping your legs around him, your arms coming around his neck to hold on. “Where are we going?” You asked with a kiss to his cheek.

“Dinner. I’m hungry. I know you’ll be hungry so I’m making dinner.” Walking out of the cinema room through the house.

“You mean I’m making dinner. You can’t cook, T.” You said, muddied in giggles. As you walked through the living room, suddenly, Trent plopped you over the couch like you would drop someone in a pool.

“Oh my god! Wha-what! Hey! Come back.” You yelled after Trent after he kept walking ignoring you before getting up off the couch and running to chase him into the kitchen.

“Nah, I’m a great cook alright?” He feigned annoyance, very aware that was not the case.

“Yeah, yeah yeah,” you sarcastically said, coming in and rounding the kitchen island to open the refrigerator. “Okay then chef, what are we making?” Spinning around on your heel to face him.

“Mmm. Pasta would be good?” He questioned at you.

“Because that’s all you can make…” you teased. Trent sat at the island as you dug around in the cupboard. “You can’t just sit! You have to help!” Gesturing to the ingredients you were pulling up. To be honest, you didn’t need his help. You made the food for you two almost everyday when his chef wasn’t there. You loved to cook, you were good at it too. You had started making pasta on the stove when Trent came over to ‘help’ but really just stood behind you holding you, pressing kisses to your neck. You hummed at his assistance. He wasn’t a very good sous chef but he looked good in the kitchen and that was enough for you to keep him there. When you were finally done you placed the finished dinner on plates and looked at Trent to show off the completed meal for his approval.

“Yeah, looks perfect as usual, baby.” He cooed with a nod.

“You wanna eat right here, pretty boy?” You asked sliding a plate over to him but Trent stood up picking both dishes up.

“Nah, let’s have a proper dinner, yeah?” Coming to press a kiss to your cheek.

“You mean actually use our dining room?” You started laughing. You had built a gorgeous dinner room you rarely touched. It was beautiful, a long table ran the length of the room but you and Trent settled to sit close together at an end corner.

“I like this, little date for me and you” he said leaning over to hold your hand. You talked for a long time, a candle between you had almost burned down to its wick, he was picking at remaining pieces of pasta you’d left on your plate with his fork.

“Gonna miss you my T. Not particularly keen on being apart for so long but I guess for the sake of the country…” you teased.

“It’s work, baby. For club and country doesn’t mean I love you any less.” He reassured you something you never really doubted. If there was a word to describe Trent it was committed. He was always going to be 100% committed to you and his teams.

“I know I know but T… it’s a long time apart. What am I going to do in bed every night all alone?” You finished your plate and pushed it further in front of you before your hand slid up his thigh.

“Baby…” he sighed trying to keep his cock at bay.

“Don’t you want dessert, T?” Your hand moved higher up his leg. His leg pushed your chair out from the table. He stood up, your hand dropping from his thigh. Trent moved in front of you. He picked you up from under your arms, your legs wrapped around him again instinctively. He turned around and put you on the table. He leaned into your ear placing kisses around it.

“What’s for dessert, pretty girl?” He whispered slowly in your ear. Tingles ran up your spine as your legs subconsciously opened wider for him. A grin came over his face, one that you knew all too well. He was going to tease you, you had stepped into a trap you had set. You could feel your wetness pool on the table beneath you. He dragged your hand with his into your sweats. You let him push your fingers into your slit quickly from how wet you were. You whined wanting him to do the work but he wasn’t having that.

“C’mon keep moving your fingers.” He teased stoking his cock at the same pace. His other hand came back and covered yours over your core again, his fingers sliding in with yours. You gasped when he curled his fingers with yours, the added pressure was so overstimulating.

“T…” you begged for him, you knew you were close to cumming. You wanted to mess around with him not fall apart on his fingers in your dining room. “I’m gonna cum..” you moaned trying to slow Trent’s hand with yours, he laughed at your poor attempt. He increased his pace of his hand on his cock.

“Cum then…” he cooed, feeling his own cock twitch when you released around his and your fingers. You felt embarrassed a little at the turn of events. You were so submissive to him. You pushed his wrist from your core. You couldn’t make eye contact yet, your chest heaved as you shook your head. Trent could only giggle. When you finally composed yourself you looked up at him and rolled your bottom lip instinctively to pout.

“Baby, I wanted to do that on your cock, not your fingers.” You were bashfully honest.

“C’mere baby” pressing a kiss to your neck as he picked you up and carried you upstairs to your bedroom. You whimpered as he laid you on the bed and began torturously pulling off your clothes incredibly slowly. “What do you want? Who do you want?” He knew you were weak, he was in charge.

“Only your cock, only you.” You meekly begged for him. He gave you just that. It was so good, you could barely stand after so he held you to his chest in the shower before cleaning you up for bed.

You fell asleep, freshly showered tucked in his embrace, cuddled to his chest, your heartbeats syncing. He tried to stay awake just to make sure you were okay. He was going to miss you. Miss the domesticity of living with you. He was just as sad as you were but tried to keep up a strong front until he knew you had successfully drifted off. He kept you close. He nuzzled kisses into your hair whispering how much he loved you. All the things he babbled the other night repeated. How he envisioned your little family, redoing the spare bedroom into a nursery, having little babies, bringing them to his games, getting married, taking his last name. He felt he’d gone delirious saying this shit out loud but you were fast asleep unaware of what he was saying, wishing, wanting for.

“Baby, I’m gonna take care of you forever. Going to give you absolutely everything.” With another kiss, he fell asleep not long after.

The sun seeped into your bedroom the next morning. A line of light cast directly across your face caused you to stir, wiggling your body closer to Trent’s under the covers. He had to get up soon but you liked being in his arms too much so you waited for his alarm to wake him. As his phone blared an annoying tone you only held onto him tighter.

“I gotta go, beautiful. I’m sorry.” He cooed, kissing your lips, starting to sit up. You whined and rolled your lips to pout like a little kid which only caused him to laugh. “I know, I know but I’m gonna see you so soon.” He said with another kiss. You slumped off the bed to follow him into the bathroom and he let you get into the shower with him. You weren’t really awake enough to clean yourself let alone him so he just held you close and moved around you to do what you needed. He wrapped you in a towel and sat you on the counter while he brushed his teeth and put all his toiletries in his wash kit. He carried you back to your bed and tucked you under the covers and gave you a t-shirt of his, you snuggled back in and attempted to pull him with you. “You’re very very pretty and very convincing but I can’t, sweet girl, you know that. I love you, baby.” Placing a final kiss on your lips.

“I love you so much ,T.” You shuffled under the blankets for some comfort as he left.

“I know you were asleep but I meant every word last night, yeah?” He mumbled walking out of your bedroom. Upu questioned what the hell he said? You were trying to remember. Think if you maybe had been slightly awake you’d remember a word or two but you didn’t. You heard him close the front door and your heart sank. You cuddled further into the bed grabbing his pillows missing him already. You stayed there for ages just trying to remember what he possibly could’ve said. He texted you teasing you making sure you actually left the bed today knowing you’d plan on trying to stay there.

‘Left you a little something downstairs, so you’ll have to get up eventually to go see, baby. Miss you so much already. Call me anytime xx’

It made your heart break a little that you ever had to miss him. You hate when he left and international breaks were just terrible. The house felt giant. You walked down stairs and felt like you were somewhere foreign without him there. The blanket on the couch wasn’t bunched up, it was folded nicely, his Ugg slippers weren’t somewhere astray they were tucked away in his closet, there weren’t empty water bottles on every surface, his keys weren’t by the door, it all made you incredibly sad. Your little dogs trailed behind you lost with your Trent. No one was there to wind them up and cause a ruckus. You went to the kitchen and nothing was there. You were a little confused because the island was usually your space for notes and gifts for the other so you continued on your quest to find the ‘little something.’ You went to the living room and on the coffee table was an absolutely breathtaking amount of flowers. Just tons. Loads. They filled the whole surface and it made you giggle how ridiculous it was. You walked over to the literal garden only to find a few more things tucked in between them but it only took one to make you start to cry. There was a fluffy white teddy bear from Dior holding a little note in its lap.

‘Don’t want you to get too lonely in bed without me so hopefully this little T-eddy bear can hold you over till you're back in my arms, baby. I love you so so much. Forever your T xx’

He was so cute it just made your heart melt you hardly even could process the other gift he left. There was a white box with a big bow also from Dior. A gorgeous navy Saddle bag with gold hardware you were completely giddy over but you just sat more content on the couch holding the little bear beaming. You couldn’t wait to go see him. Your world revolved around him. His sweet compliments, his cute jokes, god, you just missed hearing his laugh. The holiday planned for after the euros regardless of result was keeping you sane. The thought of being nestled up on the beach together soon was a relief but until then you would have to wait for your trip with Dianne to go to the tournament to see him again.

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Thank you for continuing reading! Little shorter piece. Sorry! Comment or message what you think of the chapter / series … 🤍

Next part - Chapter 19 xx

[juiceedapplee]

Con-Artists and You: It’s hard being so rich.

Sampo x rich!male reader

“I'd like to order any type of Sampo for with a male reader.”

Your order is ready 🛐 anon!

— Sampo is a man of many talents, scamming people, running away, earning money, scamming people, did I mention running away? Having a boyfriend has its perks, especially if they’re rich.

—It’s a good thing you have cameras and trackers so you can prepare for something like this. It’s how you knew he was coming to penacony and put his name under your reservation as well.

Your boyfriend doesn’t mean to come to your hotel room in the middle of the night during his one night stay in penacony. And it’s not like he purposely brought up your name to the hotel staff in order to get the key card to your room and access to the vvip facilities. It’s not like you mind though, you love him, though some might say a little too much. You constantly bail him out of monetary trouble and provide him a place to stay when he doesn’t have his own sometimes. And honestly, it’s better he stay with you then some rando, he could get hurt! :(

Opening the door you’re faced with Sampo, and he looks tired, like he’s been running. “You wouldn’t mind if I came in would ya?” He walks in the room and takes a seat on the couch, “When did you get here love? I didn’t know you were coming to penacony.” You ask, making your way towards the couch. And technically you didn’t, it was just an…educated guess. “I thought I’d visit you is all, wouldn’t wanna leave my beloved boyfriend all alone right?” Of course you know he came here for work related purposes but that’s not important right now. You let out a little chuckle and say “I guess not, but are you alright?” While you could track him it’s not like you had cameras on him, that wouldn’t give him any privacy which isn’t what you want at all. “I ran into a bit of trouble with a few folks but nothing your dear old Sampo couldn’t handle.” And noticing the worried expression coming onto your face he decides to put his head in your lap, not wanting to answer any questions right now. Did I mention he knows he’s your weakness? No? Well now I did.

—You and Sampo spent the next few days checking out the dreamscape and spending copious amounts of money. Mostly buying Sampo gifts and food. Sitting in the hotel room Sampo said he wanted to go out to say hello to a friend. After asking more than a few questions you had let him go, telling him to be quick. Though it’s a bit weird that his gps said he was leaving penacony, don’t you think?

—You almost forgot, the reason you came to penacony was to make more money. Like your mother always said, you can never have too much money.

“We should go gambling! It’ll be fun don’t you think?” You asked, you had been in the dreamscape for a while and noticed the casino. Unfortunately Sampo declined your offer, saying he saw a few friends of his. (Thank god this wasn’t your Sampo, or else you would’ve lost it.) Looking around there were many fun characters and games to bet your money, however one in particular caught your eye.

As you got closer to the table you were able to hear the whispers of the people watching. “How does he keep winning?” “He must be cheating!” “What incredible luck.” Pushing past people to get to the front you noticed a man with yellow hair and a peacock like color palette, and as you watched, you witnessed him win again and again. Only deciding after the third win, that you had to join in.

Here’s your receipt!

A medium cash grab: $10.00

A bomb shaped ice cube: ¢.25

Marshmallow topping: ¢.25

Service fee: ¢.25

Discount: $5.00

Total: $5.75

Card accepted! Enjoy!

I got distracted so this took waaaay longer than it should’ve. I’m sorry! I hope you like the little cameo, and yes this does take place a little bit before the penacony story line and sparkle and Sampo do switch places while he’s “saying hello to a friend”. A tracker really does come in handy. And Sampo is aware of your not so normal slightly yan tendencies.

[angelofthenight]

hey listen yk how Yan polite reader *USE* to be together with reader right! right what if reader started dating another person

(new follower also I only have crumbs of this guy

Purge Leader x Reader: Yan!Headcanons Pt.2

Warnings: Yandere, Dark themes, Paranoia, Stalking/Spying, Jealousy/Possessiveness, Emotional cruelty, Murder/Gore, Non-Con, Kidnapping, The Purge being its own warning

Word Count: 1.9k

( BRO SORRY THIS TOOK LIKE YEARS???😭😭 )

Part 1

Requested: @narcozmx-blog @iskamr

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♡ You genuinely didn’t expect to fall in love again after everything you’ve been through

♡ You thought your emotions were far too distracted and invested in fear to ever feel feelings like that ever again, especially since last time you indulged in attraction it cost lives

♡ But then someone just came around at the right place and right time while you were at your lowest and told you all the things you wanted to hear

♡ They were so selflessly honest. You didn’t have to read in between the lines, there was no guessing game about what they really meant, and no mind games. All things you had to suffer through in your past relationship with him

♡ You didn’t want to put their life in danger just because of your selfishness. You even warned them off your predicament with the purge after their pursuing flirting never seemed to falter

♡ They didn’t care. In fact, they said they would dedicate their life to protecting you if you’d have them and let them be yours and let yourself be theirs

♡ So for multiple months, you felt true happiness again and peaceful bliss. They made you feel safe and secure and you never looked over your shoulder when you were in their presence. In fact, sometimes it felt like your life was normal and nothing bad ever happened to you. As if you didn’t spend every night thrashing and whimpering in your sleep. You forgot how cruel the world really was when staring into their eyes, angel orbs staring right back at you

♡ They told you that you both would save up money to move to a country where the purge doesn’t occur at all. Any country you wanted

♡ That proposal made you so happy, beaming over the edge with joy and sentimental tears

♡ But as Purge Day grew closer and closer, a deep pit slowly began to rot in your stomach, pinching your insides every once in awhile. And when the date was just a month away it grew clear to you and your lover that you did not have enough money to run away just yet. Enough for the plane and a hotel for a couple days. But not enough to make a safe start in a brand new country

♡ You had to stay in America for Purge night. You had to survive one last purge

♡ Your lover had never seen you as such a mess of a person before as you became obsessed with the countdown to the dreadful night. You had so many panic attacks, mental breakdowns, hyperventilating meltdowns, and sobbing sessions

♡ They had told you of many sanctuaries you could hide, wealthy families who were generous enough to offer safety in their homes, bomb shelters, places no one would think to hide in

♡ They didn’t understand that you’ve hidden in those places before. And he found you every single time. No matter what building you hide in, no matter what state you ran to, he would find you

♡ They reminded you that all you had to do was survive for only twelve hours

♡ Why didn’t they understand how much can happen in twelve hours? How much mental pain and irreversible trauma you’ve been forced to endure every single purge

♡ They tried to comfort you by mentioning that you’ve survived every purge so far and you are still a free individual

♡ They didn’t understand that it’s not about you surviving, it’s about whoever is standing in his way surviving. You wanted to break up right there and then to spare their life, but they refused to leave your side

♡ All you had to do was make it through one purge night then you can run away across the ocean

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♡ You whore. You bitch. What the hell did you think you were doing?

♡ You really thought you could be with some other person and he wouldn’t know?

♡ You had to know he was watching you. You were just trying to piss him off. You’re like a child rebelling. That had to be the answer. Why else would you lower your standards, and yourself, to the level of dating some lowlife nobody

♡ You were his. His only and his forever

♡ Outside of the Purge, he was always watching you. Watching you go about your everyday life. Stalking you. Spying on you. Following you

♡ He used to approach you many times, just to mess with you and mentally antagonize you, knowing you couldn’t do anything about it other than running away. As if that did anything. Even some of his purge friends, ones you’ve grown familiar with on Purge night through the years, would wave ‘hi’ to you in public. He knew it drove you mad, and he loved that

♡ He loved how sensitive and reactive his toy was. He loved his fragile little plaything

♡ But when he sees you with some walking piece of shit, his anger boils underneath his skin so hot he wants to claw his own skin off

♡ He was most furious at the observations of little quirks you also did when you were officially his

♡ Like rubbing your fingers over their knuckles, always pulling them by their neck to get closer during make outs, needing to take a bite out of their food first before digging into yours claiming it was to make sure theirs wasn’t poisoned, softly bumping your nose against theirs before you kissed them

♡ You did all of that stuff with him. And now you were repeating all your little quirks for them

♡ They didn’t deserve you. No one on the face of the planet, both dead and alive, did. He was the only one for you

♡ He was going to make you realize that. No matter what. And he didn’t care how many lives he had to brutally slaughter or casually destroy to do it

♡ But just like with your old best friends and everyone else who stood in his way, he had to wait till Purge night to butcher that scum

♡ He daydreamed about how he would do it. He loved when he axed your friends but he thought this specific person deserved a special death. He fantasized about killing them in front of you, imagining all the different ways he could do it. All those thoughts made him smile to himself

♡ He fantasized chopping off their limbs one by one so they would die slowly, drilling out their eyes, slamming a chainsaw right down their head, stabbing every inch of their skin so their corpse would be unrecognizable, gutting them open in front of you. All of this as you would cry rivers from your eyes, begging him to stop

♡ And once the execution was carried out, he would immediately go down on you right on that floor, right next to their body

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♡ He was coming for you. Him and all of his friends

♡ Even from the far corner in the small kiln room of the abandoned middle school your lover had found, you still heard the distant, almost muffled, sounds of their laughter

♡ How did they find you? How did he find you?

♡ Your courageous lover held their gun tightly in their hands, having it concentratedly aimed at the locked and barricaded door. You hugged their arm as your eyes never once left the door, your heart pounding so loud and heavy you feared it would give away your location

♡ What two hours felt like two minutes, they were closer than ever. You heard them roam the art room just outside your door as they giggled to each other, none of them bothered being quiet

♡ Suddenly they were slamming a battering ram against the door, two swings broke the lock and four more swings tumbled your barricade down. You fearfully and shakingly whispered your lovers name repeatedly in their ear, needing to know they were getting ready to shoot even though they’ve never killed anyone before

♡ The barricade had fallen and the door opened without anything else in the way. Your lover fired five bullets as soon as they saw someone in the doorframe. You witnessed the first two people in line fall backwards. When more people stepped in, your lover’s shooting never stopped

♡ Your heart coldly stopped at the haunting sound of the clicking of the gun. It was empty

♡ Your fate had been sealed into doom

♡ Your lips quivered uncontrollably as your masked ex boyfriend suavely stepped into the room, carelessly stepping over his fallen friends. He slid off his mask to reveal his malicious smile and cocky gaze. “Smart of me to let them go first.” He said with a humored snicker. It made you nauseated

♡ “Thank you for keeping them warm for me, but I’ll take it from here.” He said as he positioned his axe in both hands, his cheshire cat smile widening down at the two of you. The very same axe he used on your highschool best friends, the very same axe that started it all. How fitting it would be the one to end it

♡ It all happened so fast, your lover bolting up to try to wrestle the axe of his hands, and then you heard a sickening sound of a swing and a slush

♡ You were paralyzed from your spot on the ground, your mouth only parted but shaking as if you’ve been splashed with freezing water. Your eyes wide open as if you had no eyelids, your waterlines overflowing like pitchers, never ceasing the ongoing streams of tears down your cheeks. Your fingers were clutching onto the hair closest to your scalp

♡ You were frozen in absolute terror and traumatizing grief. Watching him hack the one you were going to run away with apart from their stomach, crimson blood and entrails spilling out like cutting open an egg sack

♡ He chopped away until their torso was mutilated and their body was now in two. He took heaving breaths as he ran a hand through his hair to smooth out the locks that fell in his face

♡ He turned to you with that Cheshire grin and eyes that were the embodiment of a danger sign, fresh beads of blood vaguely dripping down his long face. His expensive clothes were stained with splatters of blood. Their blood

“Happy Purge, my dear.”

♡ And then he intended to do exactly what he had been fantasizing about for the past months. To fuck you right on that ground, right next to your bloodily mangled ex lover

♡ And that’s exactly what he did. Unbuckling his pants as he stalked toward you with strides and a taunting smile. You whimpered with terribly shaky sobs as you tried to scramble away backwards while still on the ground

♡ He grabbed your ankle and tugged you closer to him, lunging down at you to forcibly pry open your thighs and force his arousal into you

♡ After the deed was done and he buckled his pants back up, he hurdled your torso up to make your red puffy, exhausted eyes look into his excitedly dilated ones

“Our games have been much fun, but I think it’s now time for you to come home.”

[onboardsorasora]

ahh i love your deaged daniel series!

do max and daniel ever have a get together or play date with sebastian and/or jenson's families? just to give daniel a chance to play with kids his own age and get some energy out

but maybe he's also shy at first and scared to talk to all the new people!

been kinda offline all day, but i had this in the drafts

De-Aged Daniel | De-Aged Daniel Part 11

Max didn’t realize how many drivers had kids. It wasn’t something he went around asking honestly and it also wasn’t any of his business. But after the twitch fiasco, he’d been added to no less than three driver dad group chats.

He’d tried to explain in each one that he wasn’t a father, but Daniel had exchanged bodies. And that, itself caused a whole different level of chaos.

This is how he found himself and Little Daniel walking into a park looking dubiously at the group of men chatting in a circle while their children ran around them.

“Max! You made it!” Seb’s grin was wide as Max settled near to them.

“Well, it's within walking distance of my flat so…” Max shrugged. Little Daniel looked at everyone with wide eyes before shyly tucking his face into Max’s neck.

“Daniel, these are some friends of ours. Do you want to say hi?” Max asked softly.

“Hi…” Daniel whispered into Max’s neck, clutching at his tshirt strongly so Max didn’t get the idea to put him down. He hadn’t been allowed to carry the Max pillow and Daniel had made his objections known with big, watery honey eyes and a wobbly bottom lip. Max had bargained that he could wear his race suit instead and that had soothed the savage badger.

“I forgot how shy he used to be. You’d never know now.” Seb mused, Jenson nodded along, clearly remembering how awkward the knobby kneed young Aussie used to be in the paddock.

“Kid was fast though.” Nico pointed out which caused the older drivers to nod again, clearly remembering.

“You hear that Daniel, you were the fastest.” Max said, gaining Little Daniel’s attention. The boy looked at him curiously, tilting his head when Max nodded to the men. “This is Seb, Nico and Jenson. You raced against them and won.”

“Yenshen.” Daniel repeated, looking curiously at the men and biting his fingers. His mouth dropped open when he looked at Seb, as if in recognition.

“Hello old friend. Remember how we stopped biting our fingers?” Seb said softly, reaching to pluck Little Daniel’s fingers from his mouth. Daniel let him, staring into Seb’s bright blue eyes in wonder.

“Do we think he’ll spring back up to normal or will it be another exchange?” Nico asked while Seb kept Little Daniel busy.

“I’m not sure. Grace thinks he’ll exchange his way up.” Max offered with a slight shrug, being careful not to jostle. 

“She must remember then.” Seb murmured, fluffing Little Daniel’s hair.

“Seb!” Little Daniel cried out, grabbing at the older man’s palm to keep it from his hair.

“You said he did this before, right?” Jenson asked, grabbing his own son and swinging him on his hip. Little Daniel’s attention latched onto the other boy.

“Yeah, he got overwhelmed after Canada in ‘14. It never lasted this long though.”

Jenson put his son down after his wiggling got too wild and Little Daniel started tapping Max’s shoulder with his ring finger until the older man got the hint. The three drivers watched as Little Daniel clutched at Max’s shirt hem for a second before walking off to the playground with the other kids. 

Later that afternoon, it took all of their efforts to corral all the children who had started a game of tag just as the decision to go home had been made. Little Daniel kept running towards Max then away when Max reached down to grab him, laughing his honking giggle and screaming that he was faster. Jenson was able to distract him enough for Max to scoop him up, tickling his belly. They laughed as he squirmed breathlessly.

Little Daniel kept up a running commentary on the walk home, chattering away and telling Max about what he did and how much fun he had. He started flagging once they got to their building and Max was barely able to get him showered, and fed before he was snoozing on the couch. Max smiled at his soft face, slack in sleep. He laid on his stomach, clutching his Max pillow in one hand and hanging the other off the side of the comfortable cushion.

[shadowtriovibes]

the polyjuice plot

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x Ominis Gaunt x f!MC

Word Count: 900

Rating: PG

Summary: just a quick little shadow trio drabble that addresses one of my favorite game conspiracies, which is that sebastian could tell when “professor black” was an imposter but ominis couldn’t 🤭

“Truly!” Ominis insists. “He stopped me in the middle of the hall and demanded where I was going, and then he started to go on about how one could mix dittany and bubotuber pus to create mustache paste, of all things.” You immediately go red, and Sebastian bursts into laughter. "Ominis, that wasn't Black, that was her!" he exclaims.

It’s common knowledge that you, Sebastian, and Ominis are a package deal.

Ever since the events of the boys’ fifth year (and your first), the three of you had practically been joined at the hip. Your peers have long since gotten used to seeing your little trio jammed onto one small couch in the Slytherin common room to study for your upcoming N.E.W.T.s or read your latest letter from Anne.

One evening toward the middle of term, you and Sebastian decide to curl up next to each other with Ominis sprawled across both your laps. The latter is content as could be while you quietly read your potions notes aloud to him and mindlessly play with his hair.

(He always makes you promise to put his hair back the way it was when you’re done running your fingers through it, but you know he enjoys the feeling too much to resist altogether.)

Sebastian, on the other hand, was working himself into a foul mood.

“Merlin, he’s awful,” he groans as he reads over Professor Black’s latest round of announcements that he’d snatched off the common room’s bulletin board. “Can you believe some of these policies? Who does he think he is, the Minister of Magic?”

“At least Quidditch is back,” you offer, momentarily distracting yourself with the thought of Sebastian in his Slytherin team robes, cheeks red from the cool fall air and his hair even more windswept than it usually is.

Ominis asks, “Has he said anything yet about when we’ll sit for our exams?”

“Of course not, but there’s a whole paragraph on acceptable trouser lengths,” Sebastian sighs. “Why did we have to end up with the least competent headmaster in Hogwarts history?”

You counter, “To be fair, there’s no way we could’ve gotten away with half of what happened last year if he was any more observant.”

“I don’t know,” Ominis says, a teasing lilt to his voice that lets you know he knows something. “I’ve heard that it isn’t his lack of omniscience that’s the problem.”

“Do tell, love,” you ask interestedly.

You stroke your fingers down his sharp cheekbones to encourage him to spill his secrets – but knowing Ominis, who routinely sources the most scandalous gossip in the entire school, he’ll need little convincing.

“You know, I don’t believe I’ve ever told you about this,” Ominis starts to tell you with a smirk. “But last winter, I was on my way to the library when I ran into Professor Black, and I could have sworn he was drunk.”

“What?” you gasp, and Sebastian raises an eyebrow.

“Truly!” Ominis insists. “He stopped me in the middle of the hall and demanded where I was going, and then he started to go on about how one could mix dittany and bubotuber pus to create mustache paste, of all things.”

You immediately go red, and Sebastian bursts into laughter.

“Ominis, that wasn’t Black, that was her!” he exclaims.

“...What?” Ominis asks hesitantly.

“She’d taken Polyjuice Potion to sneak into the headmaster’s office for one of those trials of hers,” Sebastian drawls. “Honestly, I can’t believe you didn’t know about this already.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Ominis demands, sitting up on his elbows and glaring accusingly in your direction.

“I forgot I hadn’t!” you tell him, and it’s mostly the truth.

But Ominis can tell you’re holding back. “What aren’t you saying?”

“Well… I guess I forgot I hadn’t told you because I assumed you could tell it was me the whole time,” you admit sheepishly. “But then once I realized you didn’t know, I couldn’t resist messing with you a little.”

Ominis scoffs, mock-offended. Then he hears Sebastian snort and rounds on him.

“And why exactly do you know about this?” he asks. “Did you help her?”

“No, I just caught her,” Sebastian says proudly. “I was walking by Fig’s classroom when ‘Professor Black’ came running out and it wouldn’t have taken a genius to find out that it was an imposter.”

“I thought I did a fairly good job,” you counter, pouting.

“Love, Black does not run,” Sebastian reminds you. “If you’d spent less time bounding around the Highlands all autumn and actually observing the slick git at work, you would’ve known that too.”

You grumble quietly – you know now that he’s correct, Black never runs.

“Plus, when you ran past me, you still smelled like you,” he adds casually, leaning in to nudge his nose along your jawline to treat himself to a reminder. “Rosewater, and citrus.”

“Why didn’t I catch that?” Ominis asks himself under his breath.

“Had to be suspicious, I suppose,” Sebastian answers, patting Ominis’ knee reassuringly. “Don’t worry, she’s promised to avoid Polyjuice potion for the foreseeable future.”

“I don’t recall making any such promise,” you say cheekily. “In fact, if any of us want to pass our Potions N.E.W.T. exam, we all have to learn how to make it correctly, which means testing it.”

“I’m not testing anything Ominis makes, he’s dreadful at potions,” Sebastian teases.

“Fair point,” Ominis agrees. “We can just make Hobhouse do it.”

“You’re incorrigible,” you giggle, leaning down to press a soft kiss to Ominis’ lips. “Why can’t you leave that poor boy alone?”

“He knows what he did,” Sebastian simply says, gently gripping your chin to pull you up so he can steal a kiss as well.

[aquagirl1978]

Fall On Me - Chevalier Michel x Reader (Ikemen Prince)

A/N: Much delayed birthday fic for Chevalier Michel

Pairing: Chevalier Michel x Reader

Prompt: Third Birthday Card (I have not read the story yet, so any similarities are mere coincidences)

Word Count: 832

Tags: fluff; sharing food; mention of pregnancy; female-bodied reader (no pronouns used, "mama" said once)

It was one of those nights – fall had only just come, but summer wasn’t ready yet to say its goodbye. The air was the perfect temperature – not too hot and not too cold – as you stood on the balcony waiting for Chevalier to return.

The stars twinkled high in the sky, their backdrop getting darker earlier and earlier each day, blurring how early it really was. Your hands gripped the railing as you gazed up at the stars, enjoying the quiet peace, knowing nights like these would soon end. 

His steps were silent as he approached; so silent, that you didn't know he was there until the scent of roses filled your lungs. Wrapping  his arms clumsily around your waist, your hands immediately searching for his, threading your fingers with his. His head rested in the crook of your shoulder, his blonde bangs barely brushing your skin. 

You let out a soft sigh as he tightened his embrace, pulling you closer against his chest.

“You’re wearing my shirt again,” he observed, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

Twisting in his arms, you looked up at him, into his brilliant blue eyes. “I can’t help it, your shirt is so comfortable.”

He let out a small huff of laughter, charmed by your response. Taking you by the hand, he led you back into the warmth of his bedroom. 

Removing his cloak, he began to get dressed for bed.

“Oh!” you called out. “I almost forgot.” Chevalier looked at you curiously as he finished removing his shirt, his bare chest distracting you for a moment. Walking over to his desk, you picked up a plate and held it up. “I made a cake.”

Smiling, you proudly brought the treat over to him. Chevalier, seated at the edge of the bed, pulled you in with one long arm, perching you in his lap.

“No beignets?” he asked, mock-disappointed.

“I was in the mood to make a cake,” you replied with a soft smile.

“I like cake.” 

As his gaze met yours, heat warmed your cheeks knowing what he really meant was - I like your cake. Chevalier was always interested in tasting whatever treats you made; you couldn’t explain why, but all of a sudden you felt so nervous.

You let out a soft sigh as you realized you forgot to bring the fork from the desk. At your first movement to leave the comfort of his lap, he tightened his grip around your waist, ensuring you stayed right where you were. 

There was only one thing left for you to do.

Holding the plate carefully in one hand, with your other hand, you dipped your finger along the top of the cake, gently scooping a small bit of the smooth vanilla mousse onto your fingertip. His pink lips parted, patiently awaiting the taste of your creation.  

Tracing the outline of his lips, you wiped some of the mousse in your wake before sliding your finger into his mouth. Your core flooded with warmth as you watched him, his eyes lidded as his gaze dropped to the pale marks on your collarbone peeking out from under his shirt, your finger deep in his mouth. His tongue swirled around your fingertip, lapping the sweetness off your skin, a tantalizing tease of things to come, perhaps. 

You removed your finger from his mouth, every bit of cream licked clean. Without a word, he dipped his finger in the cake and held his finger before your mouth, offering you a taste. 

Inching closer, your tongue darted out, eager to taste the treat you made. But he pulled his finger away at the last moment, a sly smirk spread on his lips.

“You must be faster,” he chided, “if you wish to get a bite.”

Your lips wrapped around his finger. Soft. Sensual. Your teeth lightly nipped his skin – it was only right after he played such games. Your tongue tasted the vanilla mousse; not too sweet, the soft creme melted on your warm tongue, your throat enrobed in its delicate taste as you gently swallowed the bite. 

Sighing, your brows knitted together as you were determined to be faster and get your bite. The cat and mouse game went on for a few more rounds until you finally won.

Removing his finger from your mouth, he eyed you playfully.  His gaze then dropped, lingering on your belly. He lifted his hand, and clumsily rested his palm on your belly.

“You liked mama’s cake, too, didn’t you?” he asked, his voice unusually soft. 

His touch sent warm straight to your heart; chaste, yet intimate, this touch was something you never wanted to let go of. Disappointed when he removed his hand, that emotion fled when he took the plate from your hand and placed it on the nearby nightstand.

With a smile and a gentle guiding hand, your bodies fell onto the bed, his hand soon returning to your torso, where it remained until well after you both fell asleep.

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[steeltwigz]

UGHHH Had such a good idea for a Taco x Marsh fic.... And I FORGOT.... It was smth like

"... I look up to you, y'know." Taco said suddenly. Marshmallow choked on her Cherry Fizz, coughing softly. Taco jumped and lifted her hand awkwardly and it hovered behind Marshmallow's shoulder. It wavered slightly, then Taco pulled back and Marsh inhaled deeply. She smiled, laughing once she had control on her breathing again, and turned, incredulous, towards Taco.

"What? C'mon, don't make me laugh while I'm drinking! I don't think Apple would appreciate it." She smirked, though it was more to hide her surprise than anything.

Taco just steeled her brow, nodding seriously. "I mean it. You're so powerful, Marshmallow, more than-" she paused, swallowing, and turned away. There was a soft blush on her cheeks and Marshmallow stared, captivated. Taco turned to look back at her and Marsh forced her gaze back to meet Taco's eyes.

"More than...?" Marsh prompted.

Taco shook her head, smiling softly. "More than anyone," she said, voice hushed and wistful, "You never liked the game, even when you were supposed to. You were never his..." She waved her hand, in lieu of saying anything, but Marsh understood. She sighed quickly and turned away, swirling her bottle of soda. The reminder was still a little too fresh, but Taco pushed on. "You've always been someone. You've always been you." She paused too, turning to swirl her drink. Soda wasn't really her style Marsh noticed, and Taco had spent most of their time together staring at it distastefully, not even opening the bottle. Unlike Silver Spoon, she had been working on her manners, and politely didn't say anything, but she was easy to read. Or maybe Marshmallow just got the rare honest version of Taco. The thought made Marsh almost giddy. Taco shrugged. "It's more than some others can say..." She mumbled. Marsh's giddiness left her and she turned to Taco suddenly, resting her hand on Taco's shoulder.

"Don't-" She tried, but Taco flinched at the touch and Marshmallow's voice caught in her surprise. She lifted her hand, eyes wide. "Sorry- sorry, I didn't mean to- I didn't think- You hang out with Apple too much and you kind of forget about- I mean, she always needs-" Marsh shut her mouth tightly before she revealed anything too personal. She exhaled slowly. "Sorry," she finished. Taco just chuckled behind her hand, sending Marsh's head spinning.

"It's fine," She said, smiling. "Just... surprised."

"I get it," Marsh said, shrugging a shoulder, "Bow went through something like that, too. You don't have a physical form to feel stimulation in and it makes touching things again... weird..."

Taco hummed. Marsh waved her hands suddenly. "Oh but don't try to distract me! Taco, you're not-" She huffed, searching for the proper words. "You did lie. And it hurt. But that's not all you are. It's never been all you are, Taco."

Taco turned away, huffing a self-deprecating laugh. Marsh narrowed her eyes. "You wouldn't get it," She said, quietly, "You've never had to-" Marshmallow cleared her throat and Taco looked up, closing her mouth with a click. Marshmallow had one brow raised and her eyes narrowed dangerously and Taco looked away, rubbing her cheek awkwardly.

"I had my own problems, too. But I'm not going to play that game with you."

Taco smiled awkwardly. "You never had any patience for games anyway."

"No," Marshmallow confirmed, smiling herself. She took a deep breath in. "Look, Taco, I won't lie to you and say that I know how to fix this. But you know what worked for me. And I want to offer that chance to you, too."

Taco laughed again, more genuine this time. She shook her head fondly.

"You're the best of us, you know that?" She said in between laughing, "Don't think I haven't heard. Suitcase, Pepper. Apple becoming too dull? I wouldn't mind borrowing her, she'd be cute if she wasn't so damn-"

"Taco..." Marsh interrupted dangerously. Taco cleared her throat.

"Joking! But seriously, I... I couldn't. I can't keep running, Marshmallow. I envy you, but that doesn't mean I can emulate you. Besides, I have Mic. And she's so dreadfully clingy."

Marshmallow rolls her eyes. "Mh-hmm..." She says suspiciously. She sighs, then shrugs. "Well, let me know if you change your mind. My door's always open."

Taco nods. "I will," she says. Her voice is hushed and soft, and when Marsh's eyes meet hers, Taco has to glance down at the table bashfully. She turns away then, clearing her throat and hopping off the bar stool.

"Well, then, I'm off. It was... nice, catching up. I missed talking to someone who's 'down to earth', relatively speaking."

"Oh, har har." Marsh replied, rolling her eyes. "Keep that up, and I'll start telling Mic all those embarrassing stories about you from season one."

"You wouldn't-!"

Marshmallow narrowed her eyes playfully. "Try me."

Taco stared, eyes wide in surprise, then she smiled widely. "I knew there was a reason I liked you. You're bad. Absolutely diabolical, and hidden behind such a cute facade. I'm impressed."

Marsh blushed then turned away, scoffing. "Don't hurt yourself." She said dryly, taking a sip of her soda as Taco laughed behind her, then cleared her throat.

"Ok, but seriously, I should-"

Marshmallow waved her off. "I get it. Don't worry about me, really. And uh- tell Mic I said 'hi'. And for the record, the offer stands for her, too. If she, y'know. Ever needs somewhere else to stay."

Marshmallow turned to face Taco and watched as she gulped.

"Right. I will. Um..." Something stuck in Taco's throat, and Marshmallow watched her, following the way her eyes shifted and her jaw stiffened, as if fighting to say something but not sure how to, torn between wanting to leave and wanting to stay.

"'Good night'?" Marshmallow offered.

Taco paused, recognizing the escape opportunity, and nodded. "Yes! Good night. I um... I'll see you around."

"Good night," Marshmallow echoed. She smiled at Taco, who smiled back briefly, then turned and hurried up the stairs back to her room. Marshmallow shook her head fondly.

[atths--twice]

Passing the Time

While waiting for labs at the hospital, Scully helps Mulder pass the time.

Fictober day 6. Prompt: That's All? Easy.

For my dear friend Ingrid. 💓

February 7, 2018 George Washington Memorial Hospital 

“How much longer did they say?” Mulder asked Scully as she closed the door and rejoined him in the hospital’s waiting area. 

“Twenty minutes at least,” she replied and he sighed heavily.

“We’ve already been waiting for two hours.” 

“Lab work takes time. You know that.” 

“I do,” he said with a nod. “I also know that we’ve been out of the game for a while. Maybe there were advancements while we were away.” 

“Excuse me?” she asked, picking up a random magazine as she sat down. “We haven’t been away from anything. You have. I worked in a hospital until very recently, remember? I am aware how long labs can take.” 

“You know what I meant,” he said, rolling his eyes and she hummed. Glancing at the pages before her, but not finding much interest in them. “I guess I just forgot about the waiting part.” 

“No, you’ve never been good at waiting,” she said, turning the pages with a sigh. 

“In regard to some things,” he said and she turned her head to look at him. He shrugged and gave her a small smile. 

“Hmm,” she hummed again, her attention back on the magazine. His leg bumped hers as he began to bounce it and she pressed into him, silently telling him to stop. “Don’t you have something you can do on your phone? A game to play or something you can read?” 

“Not really.” 

“You had that one game you were playing. Just do that and the time will go by faster,” she said, feeling as though she was speaking to a large child. 

“But it’s boringgggg,” he said, dragging the word out dramatically while he bumped his leg into hers. 

“Mulder,” she said, huffing out a laugh. “Twenty minutes is hardly any time at all. You’ll be fine.” 

“At least twenty minutes. That’s what you said they said, right? So it could be more.” 

“You wanna find a supply closet and make out?” she asked, turning her head and looking at him as he immediately stilled. 

“You… you’re… seriously?” 

“Of course not,” she said, looking back at the magazine and shaking her head. “We’re working.” 

“If that’s the only hold up, I’ll take a rain check.” 

“Sure,” she said, turning another page and not giving it much thought. 

“I’m gonna hold you to it,” he said, his voice lower and she fought back a smile, enjoying teasing him. 

“With or without clothing?” she asked, her voice also low. 

“Definitely without,” he answered quickly and this time she was unable to hold back her smile. “Or whatever you prefer.” 

She turned her head and held his eyes, seeing the desire within them. Leaning closer, she grazed his cheek with her own as she brought her lips close to his ear. 

“I prefer without as well,” she whispered, brushing a kiss to his cheek as she pulled away. 

He groaned softly and she smiled as her attention turned back to the magazine. 

“Christ, Scully,” he breathed, putting his arm along the back of her chair and looking around the room. 

“You gonna make it?” she teased and he laughed as he shifted in his seat. 

“Honestly? Sometimes I don’t know, Scully.” 

“I do enjoy keeping you on your toes. Or your back.” 

“Fuck,” he breathed, shaking his head. She bit her lip to keep from laughing. 

“Can I offer any help to alleviate any discomfort you’re presently experiencing?”

“Yeah, you can stop talking,” he nearly growled. 

“Or I could offer a distraction.” 

“No, that’s how we ended up here.” 

“A different kind of distraction,” she said with a laugh. 

“I’ll be the judge. Let me hear  it.” 

“You consider yourself an intelligent man,” she stated, looking at the magazine. Pausing on a page, she considered the pair of pants the model was wearing.

“I do indeed, but I’m not sure I’m liking where this is heading.” 

“You have an incredible memory. Some might say it's too incredible.” 

“It’s definitely served me well,” he said, stretching out his legs and crossing the left foot over the right. “In more ways than one.” 

“Hmm,” she said, trying not to let her mind wander too far, knowing how well his memory had served in their sex life. Even from the very beginning, it was as though he had memorized every spot that made her cry out and beg him for more.  

“So what did you have in mind?” he asked and she shook her head, pushing away those thoughts. 

Later, she told herself. Definitely later. 

“Make a list of all fifty states,” she said and he looked at her. 

“A list of all the states? That’s your grand plan to help me pass the time?” he asked, moving his arm and sitting up, his brow furrowed even as he smiled. “List the states? That’s all? Easy.” 

“And the capitals,” she said as he stood up, patting his suit jacket, most likely looking for a pen. 

“What?” he asked, stopping and staring at her. “The capitals too?” 

“You said listing the states was easy. We’ve got time to kill so… capitals too,” she said, turning a page and raising an eyebrow at him. 

“Oh… you’re going to regret this. I’ll be done way before the labs are.” 

“So you say,” she said, looking at the magazine. “Yet there you stand, writing nothing down.” 

“Oh, you… you…” He shook his head, waving his finger at her. “I’m gonna find some paper and then… be prepared to be amazed.” 

“I’m all a tingle,” she said with an exaggerated shiver. 

“You… ha ha ha,” he said, walking out of the room to hunt down some paper. 

She smiled as she put the magazine down and reached for another. 

He was back quickly, heading to the small table in the corner of the waiting area, when she stood up and stopped him. 

“Give me your phone.” 

“You don’t trust me?” 

“No,” she laughed. “Not for things like this. Gimme it.” 

“I can’t believe you don’t trust me,” he said, taking his phone from his pocket and handing it to her. “I would never-”

“Dyspareunia,” she said, putting his phone in her pocket. “Thought of that word on your own to build off of your previous word spare?” She raised her eyebrows and he shrugged with his palms up, a guilty smile on his face. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. I’ll be holding onto your phone. Go on.” 

“Bossy,” he said, as he continued past her. 

“You love it,” she stated and he nodded, grinning at her. 

“I absolutely do. Especially when-”

“Nope,” she said, pointing at the paper. “Get to writing.” He saluted as he sat down as she shook her head as she also sat down. 

Quiet fell over the room and she was surprised when she realized ten minutes had passed without any interruptions. Looking over at him, she smiled as she saw how focused he was as he wrote. Suddenly feeling sleepy, she set the magazine beside her, crossed her arms, and closed her eyes. 

“Hey,” Mulder said softly and she opened her eyes. “It always amazes me how you can fall asleep anywhere.” 

“Are you done?” she asked, sitting up and looking at the paper in his hand. 

“Why yes, Miss Scully. I got all my homework done,” he said in a southern drawl, handing the paper to her. She took it with a smile, her eyes running over his words. 

“You know,” he said as he sat down. “That was actually harder than I thought it would be.” 

“Hmm,” she hummed. “That’s not surprising.” 

“What are you trying to say?” he asked and she laughed quietly.

“Nothing about you in particular. It’s just not something we think about in our normal day to day life, so it’s not surprising that it proved to be somewhat difficult.” 

“As long as it wasn’t a dig at my intelligence,” he said, sticking out his lower lip. 

“I would never. Did I not call you an intelligent man earlier?” 

“No. You stated that I considered myself an intelligent man.” 

“Did I?” she asked, tapping her finger against the paper as she read. 

Juneau, Alaska. Austin, Texas. Olympia, Washington.    “You did. Find any mistakes?” 

“Not yet,” she said, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. 

“You won’t. Because, I have a fantastic memory, as I believe you said.” 

“Ohhh. You were so close,” she said, closing her eyes briefly and shaking her head. “I said you had an incredible memory, but it looks like I was wrong.” 

“Fantastic… incredible. One would say they’re interchangeable,” he said, moving his hands as though weighing the words on a scale. 

“Hmm,” she hummed, nodding in agreement. 

Columbus, Ohio. Montpelier, Vermont. Bismarck, North Dakota. 

“So what’s the word, Teach?” he asked as she folded the paper in half. 

“All correct. One hundred percent,” she said, smiling as she turned her head to look at him. 

“A hundred percent. That should get a gold star,” he stated and she sighed. 

“Unfortunately, I’m all out of gold stars at the moment.” 

“Huh…” he said, rubbing his fingers across his chin. “No gold stars? You got anything else of value? I mean… a perfect paper achieved by my incredibly fantastic memory… it deserves something.” 

Smiling again as she leaned closer to him, she placed a hand on his cheek and kissed him softly. Then again. Then once more, her lips lingering on his. 

“Better than a gold star?” she whispered and he hummed as he kissed her before pulling back slightly. 

“Much better,” he whispered back, bumping his nose gently against hers. 

She pulled back further, smiling at him, her fingers scratching lightly at the stubble upon his cheek. He smiled and she dropped her hand with a sigh just as the door to the waiting area opened and the lab technician stepped inside. 

“Agents, I have the results you’ve been waiting for,” he said and they both stood to their feet and followed the technician down the hall. 

Though her focus was on the case and the new evidence they now had, her mind kept drifting to the softness of Mulder’s lips and how she wanted to feel them on hers again. 

Without clothing this time, she thought. Most assuredly without clothing. 

[destinygoldenstar]

🍀Money Isn't The Only Victory🍀 - Total Drama Viewer Reacts to Disventure Camp Season 2 Episode 7 “Not As Easy As It Seems”

Hi.

So you may not have expected this because of... what happened...

But I wanted to react to this show and keep doing it. As a way to... you know... distract, from recent events...

Anyway, let's just go right ahead and jump into it.

"I'm putting together the platforms for today's challenge. Can't you see?"

Oh I don't like the sound of that...

"Didn't you have an intern to take care of these things?"

"Ever since Nina was kidnapped, I swore that I would never let her go for a second."

What exactly is your relationship with this puppet... demon... thing?

"That means this is our chance to get Riya's perfume back."

Oh yeah I forgot about that!

"I used her personal bathroom awhile ago and she didn't even notice."

OKAY LAKE, YOU REBEL.

"Okay, let's split up. That way it will be faster."

That doesn't look like splitting up to be chief.

"I must thank you again. What you are doing for me, I really appreciate it."

Awww

I am liking this Best Girls Alliance.

"Now I see why it is important. Those perfumes are really expensive."

"'Passion Of The Red Lady'. Mom and all her friends use that same fragrance."

Oho. Riya's fancy.

I know she got it from Connor. But she gonna be fancy rich with a million dollars.

"With a million dollars, I will always have the smell of my friends!"

I mean I don't want to THINK that, but think about it. Riya's a broke-ass actress who can't get a role, and is outside of her country with no relationships. And she's in a reality show where the value is money.

"If I was rich and famous, I'd have lots more friends and be lots happier!"

"Well, some people connect so well that when they separate, they feel empty. It's not common, but it's real."

Yeah, I know people like that.

Empty HOW, exactly?

"This brought back some memories."

Oh?

"When I was really stressed out with my homework and started losing my hair... mom took me to the wig shop. When I arrived, I saw a beautiful wig with red hair... but they didn't let me choose it. Mom was very upset with me because of my baldness. So she bought me this... she said it made me look like a good girl."

Awwwww

WEAR IT.

BECOME A REDHEAD. COME ON.

I WANT REDHEADED LAKE NOW.

YEEESSS!! REDHEADED LAKE! LET'S GOOO!!!!

I'm gonna have to get used to it. BUT LET'S GOOO!!!!

"First, you will have to play the classic dodgeball."

DODGEBRAWL.

At least NOW there's an in story reason for it, as she's Chris McLean's daughter and Total Drama is canon.

NUT SHOT!!

WE HAVE A NUT SHOT!!!

"Oops! I'm sorry!"

Oh, Rosa, don't apologize! You're too nice!!

NO ROSA!

OH GEEZ I THINK YOU CONCUSSED HIM.

"What kind of a bum can't blow up a ball properly?"

James, you can say asshole. It's fine.

Even a six year old has more guts to cuss than you.

"Actually, mine works."

"Forget it."

😂

OH MY GOD

THAT HAD NO RIGHT BEING AS FUNNY AS THAT WAS

😂

I'm SORRY

"Team A wins by default!"

That doesn't sound fair at all. You don't want to let Tess cook?

"That's not fair."

Even she agrees.

"Player 2? Who's Player 1?"

Oh I didn't think of it like that.

"He was my grandfather... everything I know about video games, he taught me."

Aw.

An ELDER teaching the YOUNGER generation about VIDEO GAMES? WHAT IS THIS NONSENSE?

"Until three months ago, when he died of lung cancer."

Aw...

YOU AND JAKE WOULD BE BEST FRIENDS!!

"I was super close with my grandparent, and they died."

"OMG ME TOO!!"

"I didn't leave the house for a long time and I cried every day... that's why I decided to audition for this show."

OH GEE, A CHARACTER WHO CAME TO THIS SHOW FOR THEIR GRANDPARENT.

WHERE HAVE I SEEN THIS BEFORE?

If Allyson and Jake aren't friends, I'll probably sue someone.

"Life can be crap, right?"

Tell me about it.

"It's enough to take a step forward to see that life has much to offer."

That an AWKWARD way she said that line.

Oh welp. That was easy.

"You see, he's been very good to me these last few days... but I'm worried about trusting him and that he will disappoint me again."

Fair.

I mean just because a guy is sweet in the tent ONCE doesn't mean you can negate all the toxic behavior before.

I mean, I know there's such thing as redemption. I need to see it and be proven it first.

"What he did to Yul, it didn't seem like it was part of a strategy."

Oh no, THAT was different. THAT was personal.

That was just bias against Yul right there.

"Rather, I would say that he was protecting you."

Yeah, that too.

But mostly bias against Yul.

"If what he wants is an alliance, wasn't Yul a better option?"

HELL NO.

IN WHAT WORLD WOULD YUL BE A GOOD OPTION FOR AN ALLY?

"Maybe he likes you."

"You mean like... he's in love with me?"

I mean... DUH.

But I think LUST is a better word than LOVE. You know what I'm saying?

"The way he kissed you, the tone of his voice, his body movements when he is around you..."

Yeah, lust. That's just proving my point.

COME ON LAKE! YOU CAN DO IT!!

YUS LAKE! GET IT GIRL!!

XD

OUCH. That looked like it hurt.

YEEESS!!

OH COME ON THAT'S BULLSHIT

THAT WAS ON THE POLE!

"Congratulations Hunter! You have won the challenge and immunity."

OH THAT'S BULLSHIT!!

"I mean that we can be friends again and even vote together."

When were you guys friends in the first place?

"But if you have any plans or something, no matter what, I'd like you to tell me and keep me in mind."

I can work with that.

If James is gonna keep his word on that.

"So can we take pictures together again?"

Oh geez, so THAT'S what he was worried about XD

"Hey gang! Me and my boyfriend got back together! Hashtag reunion!"

"I think we should vote for Tess or Ally."

Oh, so we're strategizing.

Yeah I kinda felt like one of them had to leave at some point.

"Hunter's alliance has dominated the game since day one. The only loss they've had was because I set Yul to your team."

That's fair logic.

"So bow down to ME! I saved y'all from the bigger threats here! I am a QUEEN! SHOW RESPECT!"

OOP. BUSTED.

SHE'S GONNA SPILL.

"There's still a long way to go before tonight's elimination. So we can spend the afternoon relaxing and playing video games."

Wow. You guys are ASS strategists, aren't ya?

"Guys, there's something I want to tell you."

"We are SCREWED. Nice knowing ya."

"I just want to say... thank you."

Oh? Awww...

"Thank you for not giving up on me. Thank you for insisting on reaching out to me, even though I'm a mess. I was horrible to you, and yet you treated me with kindness, patience, and love. I... I am very, very happy that I came to this camp. Despite many horrible things I've been through.... meeting you two has been on of the best things that's ever happened to me."

AWWWWWW. HONEY. OH MY GOSH...

I'm actually touched. SWEETHEART.

"Yeah, I could have told them that I was sure Ally or myself would be voted out at the end of the night. But what for? I... I prefer to spend these last few hours together without worries."

Awwww...

So she's just deciding to quietly accept her fate.

I get it. Honestly? I do get it.

For THIS character specifically, I get it.

Well, we know the outcome here.

'James'

Huh. I thought they'd vote Lake. Since, you know, she was the closest to winning immunity.

'Tess'

Op. I knew it.

'Ally'

Wait what?

I thought y'all were voting together. Why'd you split?

'James'

'Tess'

'James'

'Tess'

I knew it.

She accepted her fate.

What I'm wondering is who the fuck threw their vote on Ally?

"Damn! I knew that if Yul left, attention would fall on us!"

XD

I love that his response is to blame Yul.

It's YUL'S fault that Tess got eliminated here.

I don't care what everyone says. Hunter said it. BLAME YUL FOR TESS GOING HOME.

"We must have thought of a plan or something!"

I mean that's on you guys. YOU'RE the ones that said 'nah, let's party!'

At least Tess CHOSE to let it happen.

"At the end of all this, we will meet again and we will be together."

As a polycule!

It goes full circle!

Awwwwww

Bye, Tess! Have a good one!

That's a good end for that character. I will give her that.

Could Tess have strategized to save herself? Maybe???

I don't know, honestly. I don't know what she COULD have done in that situation. Those five were pretty sound in their logic against her and her alliance, so it's not like she could've persuaded them to flip.

And they didn't have any blasted idols, so yeah, that was inevitable.

And if not in that episode, then at some point it would've happened anyway.

So I'm actually okay with it, because you know what?

TESS WON.

Okay? SHE WON.

I said this in a post about Total Drama before. NOT EVERY CHARACTER GOES ON THESE SHOWS TO WIN.

Some of them came here for the experience. Or to get away from bad life circumstances.

TESS IS AN EXAMPLE OF THIS.

There was nothing in her character that read to me that she was on the show to win the money.

If she won? Great. The money is a bonus.

But what she was REALLY after was to be on that show for a fulfilling experience. Which she NEEDED due to her depression.

AND SHE GOT IT. SHE MADE FRIENDS. SHE GOT A LIFE-FILLED EXPERIENCE. SHE GOT TO BE HAPPY.

THAT IS THE VICTORY THERE.

TESS WON.

So it didn't matter to her that she gets eliminated. As long as she gets to keep her friends by the end. That's what matters to her.

GOOD FOR YOU, TESS.👏