#I’ve been staring at this on and off for hours💗

[elizakai]

«Honey, can I kiss you?»

«Thank you, милашка 💚»

today is your kissing day, honey, heh I’m not entirely sure that this could confuse you, but I hope that it will definitely please you. the word in Russian is a term of endearment, in English it seems to be (cutie/darling)

OHMYGAHBSISBSISBSKSDBDISBD

i…HELP.💗✨🫂

(this is peak 10/10.)

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH💛✨

You may always have kisses, Моя звезда 💫

[asapeveryday]

A LITTLE BREAK?★彡

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Academic Weapon Reader (as per request)

Warnings: smut (fingering)

Summary: You’ve been so focused on your work, and Paige thinks she needs to show you how to take a break.

A/n: thanku to the anon who requested this 💗 hope I did it sum justice

WHEN you felt her arms wrap around you the first thing you wanted to do was melt into her touch. That’s how it usually was with Paige, her words would make you stumble and the warmth of her body was an immediate distraction.

Not at the moment though. When it came to school, almost nothing could break your focus. Studying is the only thing you have full control over in your life, and as a college student going into a competitive field while dating an extremely sought after and socially successful basketball player there was already many things in your life that were beyond trying to control.

Paige usually understood how important your academics were to you. She was a good student too— perhaps not to the same extent, but she related to the value you put into results.

Her hands grip your body as she nuzzles her face into your neck, her crimped blonde hair tickling your face. She smelt like fresh laundry.

Leaning your head into hers, you sigh and force yourself to shrug her off.

“Not right now, Paigey.”

“Don’t shake me off.” She pouts, faking hurt. “You’ve been working for so fuckin’ long, I’m bored.”

You know the past week hasn’t been the best for the two of you. She’d always had a busy schedule but Paige had been managing sports, school and social life since she was little. You just weren’t on that level of time management yet, so Paige had been slightly neglected. “I know, I know. Just let me finish up and we can go get something to eat.” You mumble, not even thinking. You don’t look up from your work, but you can feel Paige’s cold eyes staring at your back.

“We’re not going out,” she says. “do you even know what time it is?”

When you don’t respond she physically spins you in your chair to face her, effectively breaking your concentration and annoying you. “Bro seriously just let me get this shit done. I already said we’d do something after. You know I need to do well on this.” You snap.

“Who’re you calling bro?” Paige sneers, crossing her arms. “Didn’t you hear me? We’re not doing shit after you study, it’s literally eleven already.”

Eleven? You turn to check the time on your phone and are unhappy to see that she’s right. The screen reads 11:05pm, meaning you’ve been working for hours thinking you’d have the evening free, but you lost track of time and now it was well past curfew. You don’t even bother to respond to Paige, who was looking at you now with an unreadable expression.

You just rest your face in your hands for a moment. You’re so, so tired and yet there’s still so much to be done. Plus, you honestly missed Paige’s company. You hadn’t been pressed against her in days.

“I’m sorry.” You finally say into your hands. “I just…I have so much to do.”

Paige pulls your hands away from your face and holds them in her own. You love when she stands over you like this, it’s never failed to send shivers down your spine at how you have to look up at her. She offers a soft smile.

“I know, baby. Don’t be sorry. I’ve been missing you, you know?”

“I know.” You respond, finally taking her in.

Paige had slept in braids the night before and taken them it before coming to see you, her light hair now beachy waves down her shoulders. She wore a black zip up and grey sweats that hung low on her hips, sometimes revealing the band of her boxer shorts.

“Oh, so you’re gonna ignore me all day and then check me out?” She quips, bring you back to reality.

“Shut up.” You laugh, getting up from the desk and wrapping your arms around her. “I guess I’ve just missed you too.”

“Want me to help you study for a bit?” She asks, stepping back and sitting on your bed.

“Sure.” You reply, but what you really want to say is “I don’t deserve you.”

-

“Ask me the fourth one again”

“Aight.” Paige says, getting out one of your flash cards and scrunching her face up as she reads what you’ve written.

“What are the traits of an organism with P-Pateu’s syndrome? The fuck is that?”

“It means they have an extra 13th autosomal chromosome.” You laugh. She just shakes her head. “You’re not even speaking English right now.”

Before you can even answer the question she whips out another card. “Wait, answer this one. Guess what Paige Bueckers thinks you should do right now?”

“You think you’re so funny.” You roll your eyes. “Paige c’mon, just finish the flash cards and then you have me all night.”

“Baby I think it’s time to take a break.” She says, tossing the cards away. Paige crawls towards you before slowly kissing your lips. Her chapstick is sweet and minty, you can’t help but chase her mouth after she pulls away. “Plus I don’t wanna wait anymore. I want you now.”

She’s eyeing you down so intensely, and suddenly you don’t care about biology right now. You want to see what she does when she wants you, it’s been so long you’ve almost forgotten.

“I guess I can take a little break.” You murmur, feeling your stomach tighten when her tongue darts out to wet her lips.

In a moment you’re caged under her arms, laughing as your head hits your soft pillows. Paige bares a smile so bright it warms your heart, her hair tickling your skin as she plants soft kisses to your face.

“Arms up.” She tuts, swiftly pulling your shirt over your head and letting out a satisfied noise at the sight of your bra-less torso. Her hands meet your breasts as she kisses you softly and you shiver at the feeling of her calloused palms against your skin. She’s usually rough when handling you, but today she is beautifully gentle.

You gasp when she pinches your nipples, which gives her easy access to slip her tongue in your mouth. Paige kisses languidly, her lips are soft and she smirks against your own every time you break from her.

Paige loves speed, aggression and pressure. Sex with her was always exhilarating and exhausting, by the end of nights with her you two were quick to pass out. You enjoyed this, she brought a different kind of rush into your life that way. This slower pace was new to you.

“What’s going on, P?” You manage to get out in between kisses. Maybe she wasn’t going to fuck you, maybe kissing and touching was all for tonight…though it usually wasn’t.

“Don’t wanna stress you out, baby.” She pulls away from you, lips pink and eyes hooded. You recognize the look on her face, it’s more then desire, it’s determination. “Lemme take your mind off of things for a bit.”

Her fingers graze your stomach as they play with the band of your pyjama shorts and she’s eyeing you with a questioning look. When you nod okay to her she slips them down your legs, leaving you topless with your cotton underwear on.

“You’re so cute.” She bites her lip as she unzips her sweater, leaving her in sweats and a black sports bra, her silver chain shining against her skin. You want to scoff at the comment but it ultimately makes you blush and hide your face, to which she lets out a chuckle.

Her fingers are agonizingly soft against the material of your underwear, rubbing the slowest, most teasing circles you’ve ever felt in your life. Her head is buried in your neck, sucking dark hickeys into your skin. “Paige.” You whine. “C’mon now, just touch me for real.”

“So impatient.” She quips, finally taking your last article of clothing off. “Look at you, all wet for me.”

“I missed you Paigey.” You say quietly, opening your legs for her. You can feel her smile against your neck, and you let out a sigh as her finger meets your clit.

You feel yourself melt into a world of pleasure as her hands please you, Paige knows exactly what to do to get you going, except this time with a softness that you’re starting to love. She’s so passionate as she praises you; licking your skin, kissing your lips and pressing her forehead to yours while subtly upping the pressure on your bud, before ultimately slipping her fingers inside of you.

“I love how focused you are all the time.” She murmurs, her hands slowly pumping in and out of you. “It’s so hard for me to stand back and let you do your thing, I just want to be on you all the time.”

You attempt to squeeze your legs shut but her hand roughly pries you open, though the moment of aggression is gone when when she continues to say “Do you know how many times I thought of you this week? So many times. Fuck, every night I thought of having you like this, spread wide open for me.”

“Oh, Paige, oh my god.” You whine, her fingers are quickening now. The noises from your slick and her loud kisses are so lewd it’s driving you insane. Her breath is warm on your skin as she whispers her heart out to you. Paige’s voice was low and almost raspy, almost enough to make you cum on its own.

“I just want you to take it easy when you’re with me, alright?” She says, meeting your eyes. You try your hardest to hold her gaze but it’s so hard when she’s in you like this, her blue eyes staring through you with intensity. You nod at her, but it’s not enough.

“Say it.” She tilts her head, curling her fingers inside of you. “Say you’ll take breaks baby.”

“I-I’ll take breaks P, I’ll take it easy.” You manage to get out, voice wavering. You’re feeling that familiar pressure in your abdomen now as her fingers passionately pump into you, your back arching and legs twitching.

“You promise?” Paige asks. Her hands are going fast now, the sight of her veiny arms between you, her digits disappearing inside of your pussy, it was driving you to the edge.

“I promise, Paige. Please, please.” You throw your head back with pleasure. She keeps up her pace while kissing you sweetly, taking your moans into her mouth and murmuring “yeah, just like that.” until you cum all over her fingers.

She sombrely pulls her hand out from you and presents it to your lips, and you eagerly suck on her fingers. Her gaze is tantalizing, she can’t look away from you even when you’re finished tasting yourself.

You bring your hands to your face and sigh, basking in the post-nut clarity. It felt so rejuvenating to be laying beneath her on your bed, lights low and warm and body buzzing from climax. You weren’t even tired, you just felt amazingly clear headed.

Paige allows her self to put her body weight on you, laying her head on your chest and wrapping her muscular arms around you. “How was that?” She asks, and her tone almost makes you laugh. She’s confident, but always giddy to please you.

“So good.” You smile. “Different, but good. Exactly what I needed.”

Paige just laughs and squeezes you. The feeling of her heart beating by yours, her eyelashes blinking against your skin. You can’t help but feel like this is all you’ll ever truly need.

“You’re not still planning on studying…right?” Paige grumbles, and you let out a heartily chuckle.

“Fuck no, that’s done for the day. I’m all yours.”

[knavesflames]

hiii I really really love your writing and i just read your post about insecure reader x arlecchino ! 🫶 i was wondering if you would be willing to write something similar but with a reader insecure about the opposite, being too feminine/curvy like having wide hips, a tummy and big thighs, it's ok if not tho, thank you for reading 💗

Of course!! As a curvy gal myself I can resonate with this HARD. There aren’t super many who write curvy reader (and the ones who do slay, btw) so I am more than happy to write this. I’ve actually been excited for this ever since I received this ask.

Contents: insecure curvy reader, arlecchino being arlecchino, fluff with a hint of sadness sprinkled in

Word count: 1120

Writing utc!

Having dragged Arlecchino along to a lunch with your friends, you’d think you’d be happier than you are right now. Arlecchino is not like your friends in the slightest, them laughing and talking loudly with playful slaps on each other's arm as they melt in hysterical laughter. You suppose that is why Arlecchino zeroes in you and your behaviour now. Arlecchino is usually the quiet one, cracking a small smirk at a joke or huffing in laughter occasionally, you being the bridge between hysterically happy and Arlecchino’s level of calm. And yet, there you sit, poking the small salad leaves with your fork, a miserable expression on your face.

She frowns, glancing over at the plates of your friends. Pasta, focaccia, a burger.. why on earth do you have a salad? One that doesn’t even look good, of all things. Her foot moves to nudge you under the table.

“Eat. There is almost nothing on your plate and you look miserable. Shall I go and order more for you?”

You’re quick to deny her offer, a little too quick for Arlecchino’s liking, if she’s honest. She watches you for the rest of the lunch, watching how you smile and say you’re too stuffed to get dessert. She gives you a pointed look when you say that. She says nothing, but somehow you know that she’s not about to let this go.

You both walk home at a leisurely pace in comfortable silence. Feeling the slightest of breezes against your skin and listening to the afternoon birds chirping relaxes you, and it’s always a pleasure to walk through the town. Arlecchino’s arm snakes around you, resting gently on your hip. A silent gesture, but one she does often, one you usually enjoy.

“Don’t.”

The word pierces through the air as you shrug her arm off, continuing to walk in silence. Her eyes focus on you again, your face holding the same miserable look, like you’re about to burst into tears. Her brow creases and she folds her arms over her chest, her tone almost accusatory. Almost.

“What has gotten into you, love? You do not wish for my touch, you did not eat, you lied to your friends.”

“No—“

“If you say “nothing”, I swear to the Tsaritsa I will sit you down and not let you move until you tell me.”

You both walk the rest of the way home in tense silence, her words simmering. You know she isn’t joking, she would. She has done it once before, and it was the longest hour of your life. Of course, she only means well, but sometimes her ways of showing it can be a little.. tricky. You’re home before long, sliding the keys into the door and shutting it with a small click. You know you have approximately five seconds before—

“Tell me. You have not eaten except about five salad leaves, it is 4pm, your clothes are unusually baggy for your taste. Unless you plan on turning into a rabbit, you will tell me what is going on inside that pretty little head of yours.”

Her stare is unwavering, piercing through you in a way that would make anyone shudder and run away. You are not afraid, you know how soft she really is, at least around you, but you know you can’t put off telling her any longer.

“They are smaller than I am.”

“What? You are slightly taller than them, yes. What is wrong with that?”

“No. Not like that. They’re just.. smaller. Smaller breasts, smaller hips, smaller thighs. I don’t understand why I have to be this way.”

You mutter, gesturing to your body, hidden under the clothes. They are indeed baggy, chosen quickly when you glanced at yourself in the mirror this morning. She is silent for a while, clearly pondering. Arlecchino has a tendency to be blunt, a little too blunt, and it’s obvious she’s trying to soften her words.

“That is true. That does not make you any less beautiful. You are very feminine. I enjoy that.”

You stare at the floor, sniffling a little. It takes her a few seconds to realise you are crying, albeit trying to hide it to the best of your ability. But she is vigilant, she knows. She always knows.

“It is not a bad thing to have the body you have. You are healthy, you just have curves. Many people have surgery to get what you have naturally.”

“They can have it. I don’t want them.”

“Stop. I do not want to hear this nonsense. It is ridiculous. You..”

She walks behind you, pressing her lips to the nape of her neck. You swat her hand away when it brushes your arm, but she tuts and brings it back, gently caressing the skin.

“You are stunning. Your breasts are perfect. They are full and I can hold them in my hands just right. If I must admit, they are good to lay on. They are soft, and they move with your breathing.”

Her hands move, tracing the outline of your breasts through the baggy shirt. She traces a heart before she moves downwards.

“Your hips are beautiful. They are wonderful to hold, both when I come up behind you while you back, and while you are on top of me doing things only we speak about. And, they will be perfect, should we have a child.”

“Your stomach is wonderful. I enjoy massaging it, kissing it, and it may or may not be a weakness of mine when you wear those lovely dresses I know you own.”

Arlecchino’s hands gently knead the skin of your stomach as your tears slowly come to a stop. You can’t help but feel a little better knowing that the person you love finds you just as attractive as you hope she would.

“Your thighs, my god. They are so plush and you know how I love nipping at them, leaving pretty marks only you can see. I love feeling them next to either side of my head, feeling them clench around my head when.. well, you are aware, are you not? Having curves does not make you any more or less of a woman than someone with less curves than you. You are perfect the way you are.”

A small smile graces your face, a smile that always makes her warm inside, though not once will she admit it. She returns a smile of her own. Rare, but genuine.

“I will make you pasta. You will eat it. There is no argument.”

You groan, following her to the kitchen, though you attempt to hold back a giggle when you speak.

“Arlecchino, you.. you lack in the cooking area.”

“Did I ask?”

[norrizzandpia]

Let Me Love You (OP81)

Summary: A friendship where the lines are incredibly blurred is risky, but it’s even more risky to fall in love with a girl who won’t let anyone in romantically.

Trigger Warnings: Anxiety, mentions of depression, trauma, mentions of psychological abuse, toxic family household (lmk if i missed any 💗)

Laughing, Oscar leaned into Y/n’s side as his arm laid lazily over her shoulders. Nights like this were his favorite. Just the two of them on the couch in his living room, cuddled together as they watched a wide variety of movies for hours. The way she would curl further into him whenever a part in the movie was unnerving made his heart warm as she showed him she felt safe with him.

His hand came up to stroke her hair as she laid against his shoulder, “What are you doing tomorrow morning?” He whispered into her ear.

He felt her hand trail up and down his stomach absentmindedly, “Nothing, why?”

He smiled, “Sleepover?”

She giggled as she shook her head, “Sounds good.”

Oscar furrowed his eyebrows at her laughing, “What’s so funny?”

Y/n turned her head to look up at him, his brain faltering at her stare, “I haven’t been home to see my roommates in days. I’ve literally just been here.”

His confusion only deepened, “Why’s that a bad thing? That’s how I like it.”

The two smiled at each other as the movie went on in the background, “Me too.”

—

Oscar only realized how late it was when he noted the way Y/n’s chest rose and fell slowly. He had been so caught up in his mind as to not notice that the time was creeping close to 3 AM and, while the two of them had nothing to do the next morning, they needed proper sleep.

Shutting off the TV and scooping her up in his arms, he moved them into his bedroom. She had slept over multiple times and each time they slept together in his bed, something that never got easier for him. He moved to take off her shirt, but hands stopped him.

“I can do it.” Y/n groggily said as she pushed his fingers away and motioned for him to turn around.

“Y/n, I’ve seen you naked before.” It was true, he had. Whether it was walking in on the other changing or having to help the other get on a piece of clothing, both friends had seen the other half dressed and bare.

She tilted her head, “Seriously, Oscar. Turn around.”

Putting his hands up in surrender, he fulfilled her demands. With shuffling and rustling, she stepped out of her clothing and slipped into his shirt, her pajamas.

“Okay, you’re good.” She signaled to the Australian before he was spinning around and smiling at the picture of her in his clothes.

For a second too long, his eyes lingered over her body and the realization dawned on him that she was very clearly only wearing underwear beneath the fabric. Suddenly, his pants were growing tight and his need to take a shower was dire.

“I’m going to go get ready for bed. I have to take a shower and all that, so don’t wait up for me.” He scurried out of the room before she could even remind him he had taken one just a few hours ago.

—

Y/n didn’t know why, but the second she heard the door to the bathroom click open, she closed her eyes and played the part of a sleeping person. Her ears listened to the shuffling across the room and the rustling of the sheets before Oscar’s body was sliding under the covers. His arms instinctively wrapped around her waist and his body fit behind hers as his head stuffed into her neck, breathing in her scent. She would’ve fallen asleep then, but the words spoken next kept her awake for hours.

Whispering, Oscar thought she was unconscious, “I wish you could sleep in my bed as more then a friend.”

—

A week after the sleepover, and Oscar’s words were still being obsessed over in Y/n’s mind. She knew what he meant by it and all the insinuations that came with such a statement, and she knew that she loved Oscar. However, she also knew she would never ever be able to let him in that way. It was something she had struggled with her whole life. From the beginning of her childhood, it was clear her home life wasn’t like mosts. From screaming matches and things being thrown to the fear her dad or mom was going to hit her in a fight, Y/n had learned that love was a war zone. It didn’t matter that she knew that statement was irrational or that it would prevent her from experiencing one of life’s greatest treasures, it was one of her biggest fears and it would always stay that way. She never expected anyone to stick around long after they found out about all the problems and trauma responses she had developed from years of psychological abuse, and didn’t want to make herself hopeful for someone to now.

Y/n had never experienced unconditional love, never understood it or how someone could love another enough through every up and down that life came with. She thought it was a myth, a writing strategy used in romcoms and disney princess movies, not in real life and most definitely not with Oscar.

“Y/n?” Celia shouted throughout the house as she entered.

“In here!” The girl shouted from the kitchen

Celia, one of Y/n’s roommates, came traipsing into the room moments later with a tired smile.

“How was class?” Y/n asked as the girl walked behind her in search of snacks to gorge on.

Nodding, Celia groaned, “It was fine, just horrifying with a hangover and stuff.”

Y/n laughed as much as she could considering all that was taking place in her mind, “Yeah, I get it.”

There was a silence from Celia before she was moving closer to her best friend and rubbing her back, “You okay? That laugh sounded a little forced.”

She was prepared to deny it, but one look in the red headed girl’s eyes crushed the defensive army ready to cover up Y/n’s feelings again.

“I think Oscar has feelings for me.” She got out.

Celia smiled, “I knew that, but I’m glad you’ve come to your senses now! Why would we be sad about this?”

That was the part Y/n really didn’t want to get into. Sure, Celia knew all about her childhood, or lack thereof, but it wasn’t something Y/n just brought up comfortably. The conversation almost always ended in tears as Y/n relived some of the worst moments of her life in a place that should’ve been nurturing and warm.

Noticing her shut down, Celia realized why Oscar and Y/n’s family situation were tied.

Sighing, Celia leaned her head on the girl’s shoulder, “Oh, babe.”

Y/n didn’t say anything, so Celia continued, “Talk to him. Give him a chance. Y/n, Oscar would never bring you back there.”

“It’s not a problem of if he’s going to trigger, it’s that I won’t allow myself to love someone so much that I’ll beg for their forgiveness and love, and give them all the power to shun me like my parents did.” That was the worst part. For years during her adolescence, Y/n had learned the telling signs that her mom was angry with her. It could’ve been one small thing that was misinterpreted or misunderstood, but it would set her mother off and into a tailspin of bitter coldness and isolation. Y/n had begun to plead with her mom for forgiveness over something that was so small and yet, the poor girl would always be left with a broken heart and no returned love from her mother.

Celia broke for the unloved child clearly still hurting within Y/n, “But, Oscar loves you. He has for years. He would never out you in that position.”

Turning away and shutting down, Y/n moved toward her room, “I won’t risk it.”

—

His hand held hers under the table. He knew she didn’t want to be here, in this house with all its broken memories. Oscar knew that, as she sit across from the mother who didn’t love her enough and the father who was never there, Y/n was struggling. He could see it in the way her eyes glossed and her voice trembled slightly when addressed by her parents. He saw it in the way that when she looked at certain photographs or revisited certain rooms, flashbacks of things she shouldn’t have seen so young appeared in her mind. He knew there wasn’t much he could do except stand strongly by her side and hold her up when she fell.

“So, Oscar, how’s F1?” Y/n’s dad spoke to the blonde man who was currently too preoccupied in his own mind to give a detailed answer.

“It’s good.” He said and the silence hung as the family waited for him to continue. He didn’t.

“You two still in love with each other?” Her mother snickered from beside her husband as she eyed the duo. Oscar laughed because it was true, but Y/n stayed silent, staring off as she ripped her hands out of Oscar’s grasp and standing up.

“We should really get going. Oscar has an early morning.” She stated before moving around the table to gather her bag and make a beeline toward her front door.

“Oh… okay?” He followed her lead, understanding that something had set her off to the point of no return.

He couldn’t catch up with her as he closed the door behind him and ran after her into the street.

“Y/n! Slow down!” He shouted as she yanked open his car door and got in.

Finally, once in the driver’s seat, he looked at her and addressed her behavior, “What happened?”

His question was innocent, but her response was pure malice, “I think we should stop seeing each other as much.”

To say he was shocked would be an understatement, “What do you mean? Why?”

She shook her head, “I just need to spend more time with my friends and, in order to do that, I need to lay off on how much I’m seeing you.”

He started the car and pulled out of the driveway, “You can still see your friends and me at the same time? You have enough free time with the amount of time we spend together to also hangout with your roommates and stuff.”

She shook her head as the drive to her place continued, “No. I have school I have to focus on and work and… I just can’t do it all with how much I see you.”

Oscar glanced at her, “But, I don’t understand? You’ve never mentioned hanging out with me has strained your schedule. If you had, we would have fixed it.”

She shrugged, “Well, I’m telling you now.”.

He couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something more going on, “Y/n, this is too out of the blue. What’s going on?”

Finally, her frustration boiled over and she raised her voice, “Jesus, Oscar! You don’t know when to stop, do you? Just leave me alone, that’s all I’m asking.”

He shook his head immediately, “No! Not when something’s clearly going on with you!” He shouted back.

They turned onto her street, “Nothing’s going on with me! It’s you! I know you want more then what we have already! I know you want more then just friends! I’m not doing that, Oscar! I don’t love you that way!”

While her words hurt as they pulled into her driveway, he saw the shimmer in her eyes which told him everything. Told him what she was saying was the trauma talking, what she was saying was the trust issues, the abandonment issues, the self-preservation, and fear talking. He hated the way she couldn’t let him in the way he knew she wanted to and he absolutely loathed the way no matter how hard he loved her, she would never understand. Yet, even with all that, he knew he would never stop trying.

His voice grew quiet, “Do you want me to tell you that I’m in love with you? Because I will. Technically, I already have with all the times I’ve told you how I need you as more while you slept next to me. But, those times you didn’t hear me, and now you will. So, listen, please, when I say that I am not your parents. I am not your childhood. I am not your pain, or your trauma, or your fear. I’m just your best friend who’s deeply in love with you. Y/n, I’m a person you can trust with that part of you. I won’t break it like they did.”

Her tears flowed like a river down her cheeks as she willed herself to give in, to see what happiness really felt like. But, every time she came close to letting him see even the slightest bit of the person she had tried so hard to shove away into the depths of her mind, she freaked out. She couldn’t do it.

She wouldn’t do this.

Shaking her head and opening the car door, she leaped out, “No, Oscar. I’m sorry. I won’t ever get there with you.”

He got out of his car as he chased her up the stairs to her door before reaching her and grabbing her arm, forcing her to turn around and look at him, “You say that, but I don’t care. I’m too far gone, too in love with you, to give up now. If it happens tomorrow or never, I will always be waiting for you to let me love you.”

With that, he spun around and retreated back to his car, head low and tears in his eyes. He wasn’t angry at her, but angry at them. Her parents had stripped her of the ability to see life for what it actually was. Full of love.

—

A year ago, a call from her parents would have sent her anxiety sky rocketing, but, now, as she stares down at the buzzing phone, she feels nothing, but peace. Realizing the ability to cut them off was freeing when her therapist suggested it. After that night with Oscar, she had been utterly ruined, noticing that her efforts to keep herself away from pain because of love had done nothing. She had been completely destroyed by love and she hadn’t even had the luxury of basking in it, experiencing it with him. So, dialing her friend’s recommended psychiatrist, she began booking sessions and understanding the deeply rooted wounds that had manifested themselves within her from such a young age. The topic of Oscar hadn’t come up until 6 months in and Y/n hadn’t gotten the nerve to call him until 4 months after. She hung onto his words from that night since the moment he said them, “If it happens tomorrow or never, I will always be waiting for you to let me love you.”

Something she had worked through with her therapist was the fear that those words were no longer true, but the second the doctor made her realize that Y/n would never know unless she reached out was worse.

So, that’s how she found herself on his doorstep, nervously tapping her foot as her fingers hovered over the doorbell.

‘Fuck it’ She thought before reaching out and colliding with the button. Distant ringing echoed throughout the house before she heard footsteps and then the door was opening.

“Hi, how can I he-“ His head was down before he made eye contact and his brain processed the person standing in front of him. He wouldn’t lie, she looked better. The clear signs of depression having disappeared from her appearance while the nervous smile he loved so much stayed put.

“Y/n…” He said breathlessly as he continued to stare at her while Y/n did the same. Her eyes trailed over his body, noting how muscular he had gotten, until she saw his face and saw the way it didn’t light up like it used to, his teeth not showing in any smile he tried to give.

“A year ago, you told you would always be waiting for me to-“ He cut her off as he stepped forward and wrapped her in his arms.

“Let me love you.” He squeezed her tightly, one arm around her waist as the other cradled her face to his chest.

She smiled, he felt it, “Yeah, will you still?”

“Will I what?” He asked even though he wasn’t confused by her question at all, just wanting her to say it.

“Will you love me?” She squeezed him back, her arms tightly around his torso.

Oscar kissed her head as he smiled, “Always, my love. Always.”

[iluvcarmzatto]

Catching His Eye

Mikey Berzatto x female!reader

Warnings: cursing, fluff kinda sorta, flirting, drinking, one drug used (weed)

Summary: Mikey and Richie go out to a bar to hang out and then Mikey sees the reader and tries to make a move.

A/n: HEY GUYS!! I have a couple of pretty cool ideas for Mikey fics! This one is going to be relatively short since the Mikey series I’m working on needs some extra work. anyway I just wanted to do something different and I thought this was a perfect idea so I hope you like it! LOVE YA💗 THIS DOES NOT CONNECT TO THE SERIES! ITS JUST A ONE SHOT YALL!! <= FYI

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“Hey Mike, you tryna head over to the bar?” Richie said over the phone hoping that his best friend would say yes. “Cousin, of course. It’s fuckin Friday night.” said Mikey said and with just that sentence alone he knew it would be a fun night.

“Hey Tiff! I’m gone for a few hours.” Richie said as he headed out the door with his car keys. “Ok! Love you.” “Don’t do anything fuckin’ stupid.” She said sternly at Richie while looking at him. He chuckled, “Of course not.” “Love you too. Call me if you need anything.” She nodded and with that he was gone.

Mikey left his house and grabbed the keys. He got there a little earlier than Richie since he lived a bit closer to the bar than him. He waited in his car until Richie showed up.

Richie’s car pulled up in right next to him in the parking lot. Mikey smiled and got out the car. “Hey what’s up man?” They dapped up as they walked towards each other. “Feels like it’s been fuckin’ ages.” Mikey said while sighing. “Mike, it’s been three weeks since I took off.”

“Oh shit yeah! How’s Tiff?” Mikey asked while his eyebrows pulled together. “Shes good man she’s good.” They both walked to up to the bar and conversed more about best friend shit.

They ordered a couple of drinks and were laughing their asses off. “HAHA! Fak almost failing the fuckin’ inspection is probably one of the funniest things I’ve ever heard.” Richie said obviously the loudest one in the bar, and that bar was pretty loud.

Mikey and Richie weren’t too drunk but they were definitely feeling the kick of it.

You walked into the bar tired of work that day and a drink was all you wanted. The dress you wore was god awfully tight which you liked since you liked showing off your body that you worked so hard in the gym for.

You didn’t work out for the approval of men, you worked out for yourself because of it became almost a stress reliever but also was a way you could look into the mirror and be confident.

You had to admit that today you looked amazing in that dress.

As you walked closer to the bartender you asked for one tequila shot. The chair on the bar was just what you needed right now. Sitting down felt like a relief. You sighed and pulled your phone out of your purse.

You caught Mikey’s eye fast. As soon as you sat down he noticed you, not sitting too far away from him and Richie. “Cousin, look at her god damn.” Richie turned around and saw her. “Damn, she’s beautiful.” “Tiff wouldn’t even be mad at me sayin that, hell, she would fuckin agree!” He said laughing.

Mikey chuckled at him. He kept staring at you while you were taking your shots and scrolling on your phone. Richie noticed him looking at you and said, “Mike, go over there and just talk to her.” If she catches you staring at her she’s gonna think you’re a fuckin’ creep.”

“You’re fuckin’ right man.” Mikey said conflicted on what he should do.

You got up and asked the bartender where the restroom was. Since this was the first time you had been to this bar, you didn’t know the way around it at all. He told you where it was and you walked over there quickly. When you were walking, Mikey saw your ass move in the dress. “Oh my god, she’s fuckin’ perfect!” Mikey said with that image permanently implemented into his mind.

Richie laughed and said, “Starin at ass all night ain’t gonna get ya too far.” He said. Mikey laughed, “Yeah, yeah I know but I haven’t been in the game for a while.” “What if I fuck it up?” He said and looked at Richie, his brown hair falling into his face a little.

Richie looked at Mikey and said, “Cousin, you won’t fuck it up, you’re Michael fuckin’ Berzatto you always find your way man.” He patted Mikey’s shoulder. Mikey chuckled, “Yeah yeah I guess you’re right.”

“I know I am” said Richie confidently. Richie started laughing, “what?” Mikey said smiling. “I don’t know it’s just crazy to me after all these years of being best friends, you would be the one asking me for advice about this type of shit” Richie smiled. “Shut the fuck up dude” Mikey said while laughing.

You came out the restroom and turned around the corner. Richie saw you and said, “There she goes” fuckin’ opportunity of a lifetime right there.” He shrugged. “Your choice” Mikey rolled his eyes and finally got up. He walked over to where you were originally sitting.

You approached closer to your seat and saw this man with brown hair and brown eyes. He was extremely attractive and you were wondering why he was going closer to where you were.

You sat down at your seat and turned your head to look at the man. “Can I help you sir?” You said politely, while doing a half smile. He looked into your eyes. “Can I buy you a drink?” He said smoothly but on the inside he was nervous. You intimidated him so badly. You were the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid his eyes upon so of course you would make him nervous.

“Depends on what you get me.” You said in a voice that you didn’t use often until you saw attractive men. He leaned in, not too uncomfortably close but was still being smooth with it, “whatever you want” you smiled.

“I like you. You’re fuckin’ awesome.” You said. You weren’t drunk but you still felt a little tipsy. He laughed, “Appreciate the words of affirmation.” He said and smiled at you. Richie saw you guys from his seat and smiled. “I’m so glad I talked him into this shit.” He thought to himself.

“Two shots of tequila please.” You said to the bar tender. “Coming right up ma’am.” He said. “So what is a beautiful woman like you doing here in a shitty bar?” Mikey said. You shrugged, “I had a long day and this was my closest way to let go of all that shit for today and relax.”

“No shit, we have the exact same reason.” He said. You laughed, “A lot of people come here to do that so I dont think we’re special for that.” “Here you go ma’am” the bar tender said while sliding your drinks to you.

“Thank you.”

“Cheers” you said while raising ur glass up before swallowing it all down. “Cheers” Mikey said while staring into your eyes. He put the cup on the bar. “Shit! That’s strong.” Mikey said while closing his eyes tight.

“What? Mr big strong guy can’t handle a shot of tequila?” You said laughing and touching his arm that was very built. He chuckled and looked at his arm after you touched it. “Oh my god” you said embarrassed I’m so sorry I usually am not this bold I swear like I’m a quiet type of pers-“ he cut you off, “it’s ok sweetheart I don’t mind.”

“Sweetheart” my god you could’ve melted into your chair right there. Sure guys would try and get at you but none like this. He was funny, chill, handsome, and easy to talk to.

He smiled at you and you smiled back. “So does this tequila shot master have a name?” He said while looking at you. “Oh shit! Yeah I forgot to introduce myself, usually I’m much better at this, I’m just drunk as shit” you laughed at yourself. “I’m y/n” “what’s yours?” “Michael but everyone calls me Mikey.”

“Mikey is a good name. You said trying to keep conversation since you wanted to talk to him more. “Thank you sweetheart.” He said while putting his hand on his chest.

“Hey uh you wanna come over to my seat, my cousin Richie is over there and I forgot he was over there.” “I love talkin’ to ya doll but I don’t wanna leave him there by himself.” You completely understood and having nothing else to do you said, “sure! I’ll follow you Mikey.”

You saying his name was all he wanted to hear. He walked back to where Richie was sitting. Richie looked up and saw Mikey followed by you. “Let’s go Mike! He better thank me for this later.” Richie thought as you guys got closer to the stools.

“Y/n, this is my best friend Richie, Richie nodded and stuck out his hand for you to shake it. “Nice to meet ya sweetheart.” You smiled at him, “Likewise” you said. I thought you said he was your cousin?” Mikey looked at him, and said, “Nah, we’re not blood related but I’ve known him for so fuckin’ long we basically are cousins.”

Richie laughed, drunker than he was before, “I can’t believe Mikey has finally managed to find someone that is actually nice.”

Mikey looked at him embarrassed that he even said that. “Thanks Richie!” “For that comment!” You chuckled, not really knowing what to say. You sat down and just felt like you belonged with those two.

You vented about your job and they did too and just talked about life and where you were from. All night long everybody was laughing and having a good time. Then Richie checked his phone for the time, “Fuck! Tiff! She’s gonna be so mad when she realized I stayed later than I told her.”

Mikey looked genuinely concerned for him. “Well man go ahead, I’ll see ya soon cousin.” He stood up and hugged him. “Nice to meet ya Y/n!” He said running off to his car. “You too Richie!” Mikey yelled, “Drive safe fuckin’ idiot!”

Richie laughed and got into his car, “you know I will!” You couldn’t help but laugh at their conversation. You loved their relationship and wished you had a best friend like that.

You and Mikey walked out of the bar and sat on a bench just outside of it next to a tree. When you sat down you let out this big sigh, “I need to get out of the dress.” You said kind of getting annoyed by it at this point in the night. He looked at you, “You look amazing in it.” He said while looking at you with his brown eyes that felt special and important.

You didn’t know how to explain it. Like he admired you.

“Thank you.” You said smiling. You pulled out a blunt and your lighter from your purse. He looked over, “You smoke?” You nodded, “The best stress reliever to exist because you just fuckin’ forget everything.” He nodded “I think need that shit right now too.”

“Oh yeah?” You said lighting up the joint. You put it to your lips, inhaled, and blew out. You handed it to him. “What could you be anxious about? You got a girl waitin’ at your house too?” He inhaled it and blew out. “Fuck no” “I’m not good with relationships.”

“She gotta be real special for me to actually try and not fuck it up. Other than that, it just adds more drama in my life.” You nodded and internally was disappointed that you may not get to know him further.

You both sat in silence for a few minutes passing the blunt back and forth. Watching cars go way past their speed limit on the street.

It was never an uncomfortable silence, it was actually pretty calming.

“You know something, my whole life is just a fuckin’ mess” you turned your head slowly to him and continued listening. “I feel like everyone has these high expectations of what they want me to do with my life but in reality I don’t know what I’m fuckin’ doing.”

“Shit is scary dude.” You continued nodding and listening. You finally chimed in, “Yeah well, life is a fuckin bitch.” You ever heard someone say if you ever want god to laugh you should tell him your plans.” He shook his head. “Nah I never heard of that one but that shit makes sense.”

“Well whatever you do in life, I know you’ll figure it out and be great at it.” “Even though I just met you, it feels like we’ve been friends for a very long time.” He smiled, “I was thinkin the same thing sweetheart.”

You guys talked some more about life. “One question Mikey” “Shoot” he said. “Will you potentially maybe want to see me again?” “Like a date.” “You would get the real y/n and not this version who’s tired and out of it.”

“I would be a fool to say no darlin’” he said while getting closer to you. You had never felt safer being close to anybody in your life. “And by the way, this version of y/n is perfect.” He said reassuringly.

You smiled back at him and laid your head on his shoulder. He couldn’t believe he had a beautiful woman laying her head on his shoulder. He was definitely going to tell Richie about this tomorrow.

He was glad he saw you from across the bar because he got to have this moment.

That’s how you and Mikey Berzatto met and the rest became history.

A/n:

LMFAO YALL SORRY THIS WAS ACTUALLY NOT AS LONG AS I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE BUT I HOPED U LIKED IT AND IF THE ENDING FELT PRETTY RUSHED TO YOU IM SRY IM JUST TRAVELING RN BUT LMK WHAT U THINK! x 💗



[drakestwin]

hi sweetie! i wanted to request anything with aj honestly, maybe like him struggling to confess his feelings or something like that? tysm in advance, feel free to add whatever you want 💗 no pressure 🤚

“Let me love you”

Summary: Aj wants you to love him but hes not sure how to tell you....

Warnings: None :0

a/n: like i said you guys are the absolute sweetest. if you send me a request or like any of my shit i love you with all my heart 😭 also whoever sent this request is the best cause theres not enough stories of aj and i’m in love with him!

Ajs pov:

I was sitting on a chair during set waiting for the rest of the beta squad to get here. i was waiting for a little bit but i was also waiting for y/n and filly to get here since they also were gonna be in our vid.

i had known y/n since i first started youtube and making vids with chunkz. she was in our videos and was well known by everyone. i had liked her back then and i feel the feelings coming back. i know people can tell since they always have to open their mouths and say something in the comments.

when everyone finally got there we got sorted into teams. basically the video we were filming was guessing the police officer. we all got situated and obviously i sat next to her. (😝)

your pov:

i was on set to film a beta squad video. i’ve been in some videos and the past and ofc ppl love me. one small thing i noticed were the comments about me and aj so i want to keep my eye on him. i do like him and i figured he liked me too by the comments 🤷‍♀️.

i arrived on set and gave everyone a hug. lastly, i went up to aj and surprisingly he let me hug him so that suddenly made me remember the comments and keep an eye out. i sat down and waited for everyone to get their stuff on so we could start!

when the video started i took a quick glance at aj and noticed him staring at me but i ignored it and decided to ask the people in front of us questions.

time skip..

ajs pov:

we just finished filming the video and i was lowkey exhausted but since i didn’t have a license i had to wait till sharky was done since i came with him. (let’s pretend they all live together still cause i miss when they did😓)

while i was sitting on a chair, y/n came up to me. “hey you want me to take you home i’m already taking niko?” she said. i sat there for a minute but finally snapped out of it. “yeah sure ofc” i said and shot up. i looked next to me and saw chunkz snickering at me. i flipped him off and followed her and niko to the car.

niko lets me sit in the front so i sat there and played music i knew y/n likes 😝. i looked at her for a sec and wanted to tell her right then and there that i liked her but niko was in the back and i was very very nervous.

your pov:

i was driving both niko and aj back to our house (btw you guys also live there pretend ur close with one of the best squad members and they let you live there 😘) i pulled up and waited till both of them got out so i could lock the door. while they were both getting out i made eye contact with aj and lowkey got butterflies cause he’s such a cutie.

i always wanted to know if aj really did like me based off the comments i read and the videos i see. i mean who wouldn’t (jk unlesssssss) he seemed like he did but i wasn’t gonna make the first move. if he initiated it i would obviously say yes.

ajs pov:

it’s been like two hours and all i’ve been doing in my room is debating on whether or not i wanna tell y/n how i feel about her. it’s taken me a couple of weeks to to even acknowledge the feelings i had towards her and now i think i finally made my decision.

i got up out of my bed and finally decided to go and walk to her room. when i made it to her door i knocked on it and quietly stood there waiting for an answer. when she finally opened the door she looked at me and said “hey aj, what’s up?” i quickly answered back “uhm… i wanna tell you something that’s been on my mind for a little while.”

she let me in her room and told me to sit on her bed and sat next to me. “so what’s up” she asked me curiously. “i don’t really know how to say this , i’m not rlly good at it but i’ve had feeling for you for a while and i just wanted to get that of my chest it’s fine if you don’t like me back-“ i ranted but quickly got cut off by a pair of lips on mine.

“who said i didn’t like you back” she giggled at me. i blushed and said “sooooo” i said nervously. “ofc ill be ur gf 😝” she said and i hugged her while she went to lay down with me.

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HEY GUYS THIS IS ANOTHER FIC BUT I LOWKEY THINK ITS BUTT. anyways idk if this is good or not i really rushed cause i knew j had to get a knew fic out but here it is for you guys 🙏🙏🙏

i rlly do hope you guys like it and ignore how many times i used emojis okay. some parts are sarcastic too 🥲🥲

[slashv1xen]

Hi! I wonder, how will Otis comfort his crying s/o?

AH I MISSED YOUR REQUESTS TYY FOR THIS I LOVE WRITING HURT/COMFORT

otis is NOT good at comforting at all. however he’ll try (in his own way). otis would unintentionally be offensive, but just know it’s just the way his personality is and he doesn’t mean it (and if you guys are really close, he’ll apologise for it).

he would hesitate to say anything and give you affection, but he would let you rant for HOURS (he rants all the time too, so he understands).

following off that, he makes a much better listener than comforter (ex. words of aff. or physical touch). i also think that he wouldn’t judge you for the reason you were balling your eyes out (unless it’s something small in his eyes, like you getting an injury he deems as “small”)

one shot 💗

you were on the bathroom floor, sobbing. you were in a depressive mood and you were experiencing body image issues. you tried holding in your cries as good as you could, but that attempt was futile as soft knocking was heard on the door.

“baby? what’s wrong?” otis’s voice was very gentle, which was surprising as this man was far from it.

you sniffled, wiping your tears from your face, and mustered with all your strength a reply. “it’s nothing, i’m okay.” you obviously weren’t as your voice broke halfway through that sentence, and otis heard it clear as day.

“can i come in?” he didn’t wait for an answer and pushed the door open slightly, his face falling a little when he saw you with your knees to your chest and your eyes bloodshot red.

now embarrassed, you looked away, avoiding eye contact. it didn’t help that otis just kinda stood there, taking in this sight. this was the first time he’d seen you in such a vulnerable state (or anyone for that matter), so he wasn’t sure how to help and comfort you.

he sighed and approached you, sitting down on the dirty floor in front of you. he gently lifted your head and inspected your face, his expression turning slightly sad. “darlin’, what’s got you so down?”

you were quiet, and didn’t want to say what got you feeling like this. you were quite shy now, and you would rather have him just forget about this moment. “it’s nothing.”

otis chuckled, oddly amused. “nothin’? honey it ain’t nothing if you cryin’ a damn ocean. now tell me what’s wrong so i can help you.” his intense eyes stared into yours, and you suddenly felt nervous.

“i’ve just been so insecure of my body lately, that’s all.” you looked down as you admitted this, not wanting to see his reaction.

otis however, was dumbfounded. in his eyes, you were the most beautiful person in the world, and you were crying because you didn’t feel that way?

he let out a short laugh out of surprise, and your head perked up. why was he laughing? “is that it?” otis started, looking slightly relieved but his eyes showed hints of annoyance. “oh, i thought it was something serious, like you hurt yourself bad.”

you didn’t appreciate this, he wasn’t taking your feelings serious. you felt your eyes water up again and otis must’ve seen this, because his face fell for the second time and his smile faded.

he cupped your face, and took a deep breath. it was obvious that whatever he was gonna say would take all his strength.

“i’m…shit…i’m sorry, alright? look, you don’t need to feel insecure okay? you’re so damn gorgeous, i was just shocked that you. didn’t feel like that. but listen, tell me as soon as you feel like this again, and i’ll make sure you will never even have a thought like that.” his voice was soft and kind.

you gave him a small smile and he began doing something very out of character for him. he peppered light kisses all over your face, and he traced all along you back. his touch soothed you, and both of you were now basking in the embrace of one another.

[pancakes4two]

baby please come home

happy holidays everyone! i wanted to write something short for @watchmegetobsessed​‘s fanficmas to close out the year. i’ve had the best time writing a bunch of concepts these last few months so... here is an ode to the first harry i wrote this year & the most recent 💗 enjoy!

preview: Harry disappears from public view until January, wanting to close out the year in private. He does, however, decide to share a photo of the three of you sitting under the tree on Christmas. You’re grinning at the camera, leaning close to Harry. Beau is sitting in your lap, fuzzy antlers sitting atop his head. His entire body is turned towards Harry, big brown eyes glittering as he stares as his dad and reaches for him with tiny hands. Harry’s smiling so wide his eyes may as well be closed, his face flush with nothing but pure joy.

He captions the photo: Christmas Morning. Harry’s House. December, 2022. It gets 10 million likes in 24 hours.

MASTERLIST | TALK TO ME

1. christmas with dadrry (from this blurb!)

Harry is playing his last show of 2022 when he decides to have a little fun. He’s been in Brazil for the past couple of days, closing out the Latin American leg of Love on Tour. Three stops ago in Argentina, he’d sent you and your son off on a plane home to London. With the two of you now being 5,000 miles away, he can’t help but ache for home a little more than usual, despite the fact that he’ll be joining you at home soon. A sign at the barricade reminds him of this fact, as he prepares to give a speech to lead into his encore.

“So…” Harry says, popping out his hip dramatically, “Before we move on to our last couple of songs, there’s a sign up at the front here that I want to address.”

The arena explodes in chatter as a spotlight comes down from above, searching for the flashy poster board. Harry squints and twists his microphone cord between his fingers, (he mentally notes that next year will be the year he finally starts using a wireless mic) and points when he manages to spot the sign he had noticed earlier.

“Right, this sign says,” Harry pauses as a cameraman beside him zooms in on the sign, projecting it onto the large screens behind the stage. “We came here for Y/N and no-one else.”

The crowd bursts into collective laughter and hoots, and Harry sees a few phone shoot up in the front row, eager to capture the obvious fan interaction that’s about to take place. He walks closer to the edge of the stage, and kneels down directly in front of the two fans that had brought the sign.

“Let me just start by saying how could you,” Harry brings a hand to his chest, squeezing his fist and trying his best to school his expression into one of dramatic anguish. One of the fans belly-laughs, while the other takes his reaction more to heart, waving her hands in the air and trying to rationalize the statement that had been written on their sign. “Only joking! But I am a bit hurt. It’s my name that’s attached to the tour, the posters, the merch, after all...”

“Sadly, I do have to inform you that Y/N has left with our son to go back home,” Harry squints out at the audience. The crowd groans loudly at that, and the sound of Mitch’s laughter comes through his in-ear monitors.

“Soooo, you’ll have to deal with it just being me up here!” Harry points a thumb at himself, turning around to give Mitch the finger with his other hand. “It is, however, close to Christmas, and I must admit I’m missing my family too. So we’ll see if we can do something about that.”

Harry gestures for the production lead then, and the fans that make up the first couple of rows in the stadium look to each other curiously, wondering why Harry’s suddenly gone off-script. While they whisper amongst themselves, the production lead runs up on stage and hands Harry his phone. He wiggles it in the air, brandishing it in front of the crowd. They cheer in anticipation for what he’s about to do next. The screen on Harry’s phone turns on in response to all his movement, and the stadium unexpectedly gets a glimpse of his wallpaper. It’s a picture of you and Beau, taken not more than a month ago, posing in front of Foro Sol in Mexico City. Beau’s wearing a Love on Tour shirt that’s comically large on his tiny body, sucking on a pacifier as you hold him to your chest, pointing at the massive screen displaying Harry’s name behind you. The entire crowd coos upon seeing the image, and even more phones shoot up to record the moment. Harry smirks knowingly, as if to say: adorable, isn’t it?

He holds his phone to his chest then, hiding it from view as he types in his passcode and swipes through his apps. He opens up your contact card and presses the FaceTime button, shushing the crowd when the call goes through. It’s late enough at night back home in London that he’s sure Beau’s asleep already, but you’re still awake and will be able to pick up his calls without disturbing the sleeping baby. The screen takes a moment to load before your face pops up, slightly pixellated and makeup-less, but beautiful nonetheless. Harry turns his phone back towards the crowd, and they can’t hold in their excitement when they see your face projected onto the stadium screens.

“Say hi everyone!” Harry waves at his phone, grinning at how the crowd has welcomed you. “Y/N, everyone’s been missing you, and now that I’ve got you here, it only seems fitting that I sing something special tonight...”

You give Harry a confused look through the phone, and he says nothing in response, just smiles and cues Pauli in. Pauli twirls a set of mallets between their fingers and begins to play a xylophone in front of them. They count themself in, and the starting notes to Mariah Carey’s All I Want For Christmas Is You sound through the stadium. 

Harry can’t hear you over the noise of the crowd, but he sees you shake your head at him and swears you yell out, “Shut the fuck up!!!” as he starts to sing.

“I don’t want a lot for Christmas, there is just one thing I need. I don’t care about the presents underneath the Christmas tree. I just want you for my own, more than you could ever know, make my wish come true... all I want for Christmas is you!”

Harry prances around the stage with you on his phone, directing the lyrics to your smiling face on the screen. The crowd dances along and Sarah points and laughs when Harry passes by, fondly admiring just how much of a hopeless romantic he is. As the song continues, Harry decides to leap across the catwalk, determined to make this performance as extra as humanly possible. The crowd reaches for him, but in this moment he only has eyes for you. He brings his phone out in front of him as he shimmies in front of the camera, reminding you that, “Baby, all I want for Christmas is you.”

When Harry launches into the bridge, he points up at the sky. A loud pop sounds through the venue as cannons that had been rigged onto the stage release tiny pieces of confetti that had been shaped into snowflakes. The paper rains down onto the crowd, blanketing the entire stage and floor into a sea of white. The pretend-snowflakes continue to cascade through the sky, glistening under all the stage lights, and Harry ends the song by running back towards the main stage and collapsing backwards onto it. He moves his limbs up and down through the confetti that now covers the surface as if to make a snow angel. He looks up at your smiling face, still watching him sing through his phone, and it’s almost as if you’re there with him. It’s only been a few days and yet he still misses you like crazy. Harry gets lost in the moment for a second, before the crowd drags him back down into reality. He sits up, brushing the confetti out of his hair, and smiles at the sea of people looking at him adoringly.

“Hope you didn’t mind that little switch-up, there,” Harry beams, “just felt like singing a Christmas song tonight.”

“Now, we’re gonna say bye to Y/N,” he continues, placing his microphone behind his back so he can speak to you privately. The crowd boos in response, and you laugh. 

“Let me talk to your fans!” you say, wagging a disapproving finger at Harry.

“You’re a demanding bunch!” Harry jokes, putting his microphone back under his phone speaker. Your voice comes through over the venue speakers, a little tinny, but understandable. 

“Goodnight everyone! Hope you had lots of fun tonight, and thank you so much for the surprise. Take care of H for me so he comes back home all in one piece,” you blow a kiss to your phone and Harry catches it, keeping it in his back pocket.

“That was for the fans, you idiot!” You laugh, and Harry throws his hands up at the crowd when they start to laugh at him.

“Okay, no more listening privileges for you lot if you’re just going to make fun of me,” he sighs jokingly, hiding his mic behind his back again. He brings the speaker up to his mouth so you can hear him properly.

“Be home soon,” he says, “love you so much. Sleep well and text me when you’re up.”

“Love you too, goodnight, H,” you smile, hanging up the call. Harry turns back around and sees his crowd looking disappointed at the fact that they weren’t able to hear the last bit of your conversation.

“Don’t look at me like that! Some conversations are better left private,” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, and Mitch throws a guitar pick at him, having heard the conversation and knowing that it had not gone at all like what Harry was implying. “Anyways, onto the encore...”

LONDON, A FEW DAYS LATER

Christmas morning arrives in a blur. Harry’s finally sufficiently rested after battling with jet lag, though he still finds himself waking up slightly earlier than usual. The sun is only starting to rise, and it had snowed the night before. He looks outside the window to see the landscape painted in a winter glow. The Christmas lights that you’d put up after coming home are wrapped around the trees and shrubs outside, providing some warmth to the otherwise blue atmosphere.

Harry makes his way into the living room, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He finds you awake already in the kitchen, with Beau on your side, heating up a pot of tea. Beau is looking determined, sucking on a baby bottle with force as he clings onto his mother. You both notice Harry at the same time—you look up at him and your features soften, while Beau drops his bottle on the counter and reaches for Harry, babbling for his dad.

“Alright, alright; there’s more than enough me to go around,” Harry laughs, taking Beau from you. “Good morning. Happy Christmas.”

“Mm,” you hum while Harry kisses you. You pour two cups of tea, putting milk in sugar in one mug for you and just milk in the other for Harry. You hand his mug to him, and the two of you head over to the tree. It’s placed right in front of the largest window in the living room so it catches the most light. In the early morning, the entire space fills with a cozy light, the ornaments shining softly under twinkling lights. Both of you had decided on not giving each other gifts this year, preferring to absolutely spoil Beau rotten instead.

“Let’s open your presents now, Beau-bear,” Harry coos, bouncing the infant gently in his arms. It’s crazy, how much his life has changed in the last year. He looks at Beau, who’s looking curiously at the box in Harry’s hand, and you, quietly sipping on your morning tea. Harry’s chest swells with a whole host of emotions that he doesn’t necessarily know what to do with—but he does know that this is exactly where he belongs. He’s spent the better half of the year away from home and written an entire record exploring the idea of home. But he knows now that this is it. This is home: Christmas morning spent with the love of his life and his child. The presents that fill the entire space underneath the tree, a Christmas album playing over the sound system in the living room, Beau in a reindeer onesie, you wrapped up in a wool scarf, the snow that’ll decorate your lashes later when the three of you go out in the snow.

Harry disappears from public view until January, wanting to close out the year in private. He does, however, decide to share a photo of the three of you sitting under the tree on Christmas. You’re grinning at the camera, leaning close to Harry. Beau is sitting in your lap, fuzzy antlers sitting atop his head. His entire body is turned towards Harry, big brown eyes glittering as he stares as his dad and reaches for him with tiny hands. Harry’s smiling so wide his eyes may as well be closed, his face flush with nothing but pure joy.

He captions the photo: Christmas Morning. Harry’s House. December, 2022. It gets 10 million likes in 24 hours.

2. christmas with young harry (from this blurb!)

“Y/N!” You hear someone call out distantly from your bedroom window. “Y/N!”

The voice gets closer, and you realize it belongs to Harry. Abandoning the notebook you were currently writing in, you cap your pen and run down the stairs. Once you’ve turned the corner into your living room, though, you see that your parents have already let him in. Harry waves at you from the front door, pulling off his shoes and dusting snow off of the knit beanie resting atop his head. He hands a tin of what could only be Christmas cookies to your mom, and she pulls him into a hug.

“Happy Christmas,” Harry grins, “Mum said she liked the cookies best plain, but I think they’re better with warm milk.”

“We’ll have to try them both ways, then,” your dad responds, clapping Harry on the back. “Happy Christmas, H. Did you bike here?”

“Yeah,” Harry responds a little breathlessly. You notice that his cheeks are more pink than usual due to the cold, and the parts of his hair that weren’t covered by his hat were curling in all different directions, blown out of place by the wind. “Wanted to give Y/N her present before dinner.”

“How lovely!” Your mom coos in response, “We’ll leave you to it. Don’t forget to keep your door open, Y/N!”

Harry laughs while you roll your eyes exasperatedly at your mom. The two of you head upstairs, him trailing slightly behind you with a careful hand on your waist. You hadn’t realized earlier, but he’s wearing a backpack. It looks rather full, like the zippers are about to burst from the size of whatever he’s stuffed inside it.

“What are you planning on giving me, a bomb?!” You joke, poking at the bag’s exterior.

“Shut up!” Harry groans, “of course not! I couldn��t bring a bigger bag with me on the bike, so like, I had to make do.”

“Only joking,” you giggle, opening the door to your bedroom. Harry takes off his jacket and hangs it on the back of your desk chair before flopping onto your bed. He’s wearing a navy-colored crewneck that’s too big for him, and the sleeves go past his hands. His skin is still flushed from the temperature outside, and you think he looks absolutely adorable like this, all cozy in your room. You sit across from him and tangle your legs together. The two of you have been together for almost four months now, thanks to your friends leaving you in a room alone and basically forcing you to confess your feelings to one another at the end of the summer, but you can’t help but still be a little awkward. Harry’s your first boyfriend, and you’re still trying to make sense of the magnitude of what you feel for him. It scares you a little, how much you’ve started to care for him and how you find yourself wanting to know more about him always, from the big things down to the tiny mundane details of his life. But it also brings you comfort, knowing that you can hold so much fondness for someone else, and have those same feelings be reciprocated.

The two of you have been looking forward to Christmas—you got together too late in the year for Harry to be able give you what he had called a proper, boyfriend birthday gift, and Harry has yet to celebrate his own in February. Both of you were excited to exchange gifts as a couple for the first time, somehow, they just meant so much more to you now that your relationship had evolved beyond just friendship. October had barely ended before you started thinking about his gift. You wanted it to be absolutely perfect.

“Were you doing homework before you came?” Harry asks incredulously. He must’ve caught a glimpse of your notebook when he set his backpack down. “How do you still have work left to do?”

“It’s for next term,” you reply sheepishly, “I got bored and wanted to plan out the classes I’m taking starting January... I figured I might as well get a head start while I’m home...”

“Ever the bookworm,” Harry looks at you fondly, reaching over to ruffle your hair. You loved that about him, the fact that he never made you feel badly about anything you did. Between the two of you, you were definitely the more academically-inclined one. While you sat diligently at the front of class taking notes, your boyfriend preferred to sit near the back, cracking jokes until your teacher got annoyed and focusing more on making the setlist for his band’s latest gig, instead of his assignments.

“Wonder if I can convince you to do my homework for a month as a gift,” Harry pulls you closer to him, cupping your face in his hands. He’s about to kiss you when you turn around suddenly, forcing his lips to meet only your cheek.

“No can do,” you smirk when he pouts at you, obviously disappointed that his act of affection didn’t go as originally planned. “We both know you’re meant for bigger things than school, H, but you just need to stick it through for a few more months and before you know it, you’ll be all done with GSCEs.”

“I suppose,” Harry huffs childishly, crossing his arms over his chest and frowning up at you. You kick at his arm with a socked foot, giggling at him. He reaches for your hand and unzips his backpack, pulling out a large, misshapen object that’s been tied together with ribbon. You’re not sure what the gift is meant to be—the Christmas tree-patterned wrapping paper is folded and bent in ways you didn’t know were physically possible, and there’s several pieces of tape stuck to the sides of it, patched on in an attempt to cover places where the gift wrap had ripped.

“I wanted to wrap it myself,” Harry explains, pulling at a non-existent thread on his sleeve, “but it obviously didn’t go too well.”

You laugh as he hands the gift to you, looking sufficiently deflated. “You get full marks for effort.”

“Before you open it,” Harry adds, watching you pull at one end of the ribbon. “I tried my best to get you something you really wanted, but I didn’t know if, like, someone else had already bought it for you, or anything... so there’s a receipt in there for you to exchange it for something else if you’d like.”

“Don’t be silly,” you reassure him, taking extra care to tear the paper carefully. The gift feels delicate in your hands, as if the item inside were made of something soft and pliable. You pause on opening the present for a moment to press a gentle kiss to your boyfriend’s knuckles: the last thing you’d want is to make him think you’d ever be disappointed in anything he gifted to you.

You finally manage to pull away at the gift wrap and tape, and your hands land on a cream-colored cardigan. You gasp and look at Harry, who’s looking between you and the object in your hands fondly, like he’d known exactly how you’d react all this time.

“There’s no way...” you say, turning the cardigan over in your hands, running your fingers along the careful stitches and admiring the tortoiseshell buttons. “But this is so... it costs so much... how?!”

Harry smiles at you, watching you unbutton the sweater carefully. “Well, I remember how much you liked it when you tried it on in the shop, so I worked some extra shifts at the bakery at the beginning of Christmas hols. I made Gem drive me down to the city yesterday and got it for you. It took a lot of convincing. She’s making me do her laundry for the next month.”

“It’s so perfect,” you say sincerely, enveloping Harry in a hug. You wish you could stay like this forever, safe in the embrace of a boy who makes you feel so massively, his arms locked behind your waist and his heartbeat steady against your chest. “I love it so much. You’re just the best.”

“Glad you love it,” Harry says softly, kissing your forehead and tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. He watches you intently as you reach under your bed and procure a holiday-themed bag. You hand it to him, tapping on his knee while he plays with the tissue paper inside.

“Your turn.”

“Did you gift me a bomb?” Harry jokes, weighing the bag in his hand and pretending to drop it because of how heavy it is.

“Like I’d kill you off after that incredible present you just got me,” you retort, kicking at him impatiently. “Enough stalling. Open it!”

Harry pulls away at the tissue paper and pulls out a large vinyl record, covered in plastic wrap. He shakes his head and looks at you with wide eyes. “Y/N. You didn’t.”

“I did,” you reply, grinning at him as he continues staring at you in amazement. Over the summer, Harry’s parents had accidentally donated his copy of Fleetwood Mac’s Rumours to a charity shop along with a box of his old clothes. You knew how much that record meant to him, so you’d gone to a small record shop the last time you were in the city and picked up a replacement.

“Y/NNNNN,” he drags out your name dramatically, peppering your face with chaste kisses.

“Come on, look at the bottom of the bag, there’s more,” you say, playing with his hair. Somehow, the two of you had ended up shifting closer and closer to each other in your excitement, and now you’re basically sitting on top of Harry, eagerly waiting for him to finish opening his gift.

“No way, two gifts?” Harry clutches his chest dramatically, “you must really like me.”

He pulls out a book from the bag, checking to make sure there’s nothing else inside that he’d accidentally overlooked. The cover is made of linen and bound together with ribbon. Stuck to the front is a polaroid of the two of you on Harry’s bike, you sitting behind him as he poses for the camera, both of you brandishing massive scoops of mint chocolate ice cream.

“What is this?” Harry whispers, flipping through the pages. Each page is covered in memories of the two of you, filled with pictures and tiny souvenirs from places you’d gone together.

A picture your mom had taken of the two of you asleep on the living room couch, your head enveloped in Harry’s chest. There’s a blanket covering the two of you, and in the distance, a TV is playing the ending of The Notebook--you’d obviously fallen asleep before getting to the best part.

A ticket stub from the first concert you’d gone to together. You still remember how you felt that night, colorful lights streaming down from above as music filled your ears, Harry dancing and singing loudly from right next to you.

A picture you took on your computer when the two of you were meant to be studying together in the school library, Harry sticking his tongue out at you while you flip him off playfully.

A picture your friends took of the two of you holding hands on the bus. The two of you dancing in Harry’s garden. The two of you running through a corn maze at the local farm. Harry waving at you from outside your bedroom window. A photobooth strip of the two of you: a vignette of him looking at you, a vignette of him turning your chin towards him, a vignette of your lips meeting.

“I figured, next year, when you’re off to the X-Factor and you get all big and famous, you can keep this with you when you’re away and it’ll remind you that I’m always thinking of you,” you say shyly. “You know, so you don’t forget me while you’re away.”

“How could I ever forget you?” Harry asks, and his voice is so sincere that it cuts straight to your heart. “I’d never get big or famous enough to forget about you. But this book, Y/N, it’s amazing. It means so much to me that you made this for me. Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

“Mhm,” you respond, smiling at him.

“Of course, you’re going to feel silly when they send me home right after auditions, and it’s back to me being your average boyfriend.”

“That’s not going to happen,” you say, and you mean every word of it. “Whole country’s gonna know your name soon.”

“Well, then I couldn’t be more grateful that you were the first one to know,” Harry says, pulling his phone out from his pocket. “Let me take a picture of us and tweet it to my two fans.”

You laugh then, and run your fingers through your hair to tame it. You pull yourself into Harry’s chest and he brings his phone out in front of the two of you. He kisses the top of your head, smiling through the action, and the digital camera clicks. You watch as he attaches the photo to a tweet and begins to type up a caption.

Christmas with my number one fan. Lucky she doesn’t know I’m her biggest fan, too. 

Harry presses send on the tweet and locks his phone. For now, no one sees it except for his sister, and the four other friends who actually follow his Twitter account. But twelve years later, when the whole world knows his name, a fan will find the tweet on his account, buried under thousands of other messages, and tag him in it. He’ll open it in the morning, with you asleep still beside him, and smile to himself as he remembers your first Christmas together. He’ll pull you a little closer as snow falls silently outside, brush your hair aside and listen to you breath steadily in his arms. He’ll lean in and whisper, Told you I could never forget you, and count himself lucky for all the holidays he’ll get to spend for the rest of his life with you right there beside him.

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𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐘 (𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐑) 𝐗 𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐁 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍

PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF I NEED TO EDIT AS THIS IS UNEDITED 💗

Warnings: angst, smut,stomach bulge,choking,praise, p in v, inner release,oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex (please use contraceptives)

Summary: Jake finds you alone inside an abandoned aircraft after you have been thinking badly of yourself, so he helps u feel better w some good old fashioned fuckin 😻🤞🏻

❤︎︎ 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦 | 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 | 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ❤︎︎

You had slipped off from the lab, it had been a long day and you needed some time to relax. Your head was pounding “fuck” a tear rolled down your cheek, your thoughts were running a million miles an hour.

You had found an abandoned army plane from the war last week and had been using it as a hangout spot, you and Jake usually chill out up there when you want to mess around but sometimes you just use it as a spot to be alone.

You decided that this would be the best place to go since you didn’t want to be back in your room, the labs were just to close.

Laying still on the floor of the aircraft, tears flowing, when all of a sudden you heard a loud crash outside “Y/N are you in there” you recognised the voice, sitting up wiping your face as jake entered the ship “yeah sorry hi” you say with puffy eyes. He walked over to you, his body towering over you, he stretched his large hand out to you helping to pull you up.

Once standing, he bent down so he was face to face with you only so you didn’t have to strain your neck trying to look up at him. He cupped your face with his hand staring into you “are you okay” he asked concerned, you turned your head away from him groaning a little. “What was that?” He said sternly as he rose above you again belittling you, “I’m sorry I’m just not in the best mood right now, today was hard” you say tilting your head to the floor. “Now why’s that, did something happen in the lab today?” Jake said placing his hands on your shoulders in an almost protective way “no I just haven’t been feeling great about my body, It’s been affecting the way I’ve been doing my work”

Jakes tail whipped at what you had said as he slipped his hands under your arms lifting you onto the old machinery bench behind you so you were sat facing him, “let me make you feel better about yourself?” He said smirking slightly, you let out a small giggle nodding as he placing his hands on either side of your face, pulling you in as your lips collided. As you both fought for dominance over the kiss, Jake gave your lower lip a small lick with you allowing entry he plunged his tongue into your gob, messy gasps surrounding you both as your mouths danced in unison. As he slowly pulled away both your lips agape with a thin line of shining saliva holding you both together.

Jake gave you a smile “can you take these off for me?” He said tugging at your clothes, only a small nod was given in response but that was all Jake needed. He grabbed the bottom of your shit lifting it over your head and then allowed you to unbuckle your bra.

He stepped back for a second before smiling and then came forward leaning over before kissing your neck, as you moved your head up his head moved down, kissing a trail down from your neck to your nipple. He placed his right hand on your back wrapping around to your side before taking your tit in his mouth, your head rolled back in bliss. There was a POP when he let go of your tit

Jake pecked your cheek before he implanted his hands to your knees parting them immediately. You gasped feeling the cool evening air hitting your wet core, “I can’t believe you don’t feel like a god with a body like this” he says kneeling between your thighs, you look down at him smiling with a red tint glowing on your cheeks. He gave a small peck to your inner thigh causing you to shiver, he licks a fat stripe up your slit, his tongue covered the entire space between your thighs. Using his fingers to spread you open, he began to slowly suck on your clit allowing his teeth to brush against it lightly, you threw your head back in pleasure lightly moaning at the way jake is making you feel.

“I-I’m close jake” you moan out in a breathy manner, as he heard this his finger came down to take over from his tounge circling your clit in a fast paced motion, he moved his mouth slightly downwards to your hole, and began to tongue fuck you. The feeling became overwhelming, “Fuck I’m gonna cum!” You screamed out, “go ahead babygirl” you felt the knot in your stomach unwind as you squirt onto his face and neck while flickering into an orgasm, your body spasming in pleasure.

“You did so good” Jake lifted himself up and placed his lips on yours allowing you to taste yourself, the kiss didn’t last long, just enough for you to feel yourself re-energise for the second half.

As your lips parted he placed his left hand on your chest pushing you down against the bench top so you were only leaning on your elbows, all while using his right hand to untie the cloth covering his member. You gawked at the size of him, he had to be at least thirteen inches, you started to think about whether you would be able to handle it.

“Are you sure your still up for this” he said tilting his head to the side endearingly, “I’ll be fine, just take your time with me please, I’ve never been with someone this big before” you say still in awe of his manhood. He convulsed at your remark, finding it adorable that you were stunned at his size.

He dragged his tip over your clit causing you to squirm impatiently, he pet your head assuring you that you were going to be okay. He lined himself up with your entrance and slowly pushed inwards causing you to whimper, he continued deeper until his tip was engorged.

“Just go all the way in I can’t wait any longer” you said annoyed at how long it was going to take, “are you sure?” Jake tilted his head furrowing his eyebrows “yes even if I seem like I’m in pain just keep going I’ll get used to it” you looked into his eyes with a nervous smile but it was enough to get Jake started again.

You hissed at the pain as he pushed half of his length into you, he stopped briefly noticing you scrunching your face, but once your faces softened you nodded up at him and he may have got a bit too exited because without missing a beat he ploughed into you causing you to scream.

He stay in that position for a moment while you caught your breath, you placed your hands on your abdomen and sure enough there he was, bulging out of you, you looked down in awe feeling him from the outside of your stomach tissue. “Do u want me to move now or do you want me to stay out for a while” jake questioned you, you had to think for a minute before laying into your back “you can move”.

Slowly but surely he pulled his member almost all of the out before slamming back into you, causing a loud pornstar like moan to erupt from you, “fuck I don’t care anymore just do whatever you want, go as fast as you want, be as rough with me as you want I don’t care as long as I get to feel that again” you say desperately.

Without missing a beat jake grabbed your feet in one of his hands pulling them together above you as he pounded back into you groaning aggressively causing you to moan again. Feeling him pushing in and out over and over hitting places you didn’t even know could be reached.

You arched your back in bliss, angelic noises surrounding the both of you, jake took one of his hands and snaked it around the front of your throat squeezing slightly, your eyes rolled back into your skull your body filling to the brim with pleasure.

Jakes pace began to rise, fucking you with all he had. the grip he had around your throat began to loosen as you felt that knot in your stomach twist itself back up again, “fuck keep going” you said sloppily, he groaned tilting his ,head back just to bring it back down to look directly into your eyes.

The whole aircraft felt hot, “I’m close” jake said said quickening his rhythm, the knot in your stomach about to burst for the second time, “so am I”. As jake fucked into you harder and faster than before you felt yourself unwind, moaning in a shaky mess, “fuck, can I cum in you babygirl?” You nodded still shaking from your orgasm, Jake pounded into you one last time before groaning as he released himself inside you, filling you up.

“You did so good baby” Jake said bringing his hand up to your face, cupping your cheek before giving a soft kiss to your forehead. “Are you okay if I pull out now?” He asked, you let out a small sigh before nodding. You whimpered as Jake withdrew himself from you, a tear escaping your eye from the feeling of being empty again.

As he wiped the tear from your cheek Jake leant down kissing where your tear had fallen, “let’s go get you cleaned up” he said standing up again, “mhmm” you slid yourself forward and off the bench before you and him both dressed each other exchanging small glances.

𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 😭💞

[diazheartsbuckley]

In the line of love 💕

Hi angel 💕

I’ve answered that one here

But here’s another snippet 💋

(For context, Adam is Eddie’s partner at the precinct and Molly is Buck’s friend and coworker who he has known for years)

TW: mentions of blood and gun violence

There had been something off about this particular day. Eddie had been late to work for the first time in years, rushing out of Buck’s bed without kissing him goodbye. Then he had spilled scorching hot water down his body while doing the dishes in the break room.

He was in the patrol car with Adam, his hands tightly gripping the steering wheel as he stared blankly ahead of him, completely unaware of the fact that Adam had been talking to him for the past five minutes about some girl that he had met recently.

“You with me?” His partner questioned, sensing that there was something off about Eddie.

“Sorry, bad morning” Eddie chuckled and released the steering wheel a little, allowing blood flow back to his hands.

Adam was about to make a snarky comment about how Buck had probably kept him up all night when an eerie call came in over the radio.

“Attention all units. We have an active shooter situation at UCLA Medical Center, proceed with caution. I repeat, active shooter at UCLA Medical Center”

“Isn’t that-…”

“Where Buck works” Eddie’s mind can’t stop spinning yet he has to remain focused, his heart pounding against his ribs.

“Dispatch, this is Unit 12. Show us going” Adam spoke into the radio, Eddie’s foot already on the gas, swerving in and out of traffic, lights and sirens paving the way for him.

“Copy, Unit 12”

As Eddie navigated the tense drive, his phone buzzed urgently in the cup holder next to him. Relief washed over him when he saw Buck’s name and picture on the screen. Adam grabbed the phone and put it on speaker.

“Buck, are you alright? Are you at the hospital? Are you safe?” Eddie asked quickly. Buck wasn’t supposed to be at work today. He had worked nearly 72 hours straight this week and he needed to be at home, resting.

But the phone call from him would soon indicate that something else entirely was going on. At first, Buck didn’t speak and when he did, his voice was barely above a whisper and with every word that he spoke, his voice sounded like it was going to break.

“I don’t know what happened, Eddie. They just-just came in and-and-and started to shoot people. I’m-.. I’m-..”

Buck’s breathing was strained and panicked as he spoke, clearly trying to calm himself down before continuing to speak. Eddie could tell that someone else was with him, whimpering in pain. “-… with Molly. She’s been shot. It’s really bad, Eddie. I don’t-… I don’t think I can save her. There’s blood everywhere”

Despite Buck used to the stress and the tense atmosphere of the ER, this was nothing compared to that. Right now, it didn’t feel like he was a doctor. It didn’t feel like he was anything at all. Except scared to die.

“I can’t stop it, Eddie. He-…he shot her twice in the stomach”

Eddie's heart sank, adrenaline surging as he pushed the gas pedal harder. Before he could respond, Buck’s voice trembled again

"I have to go. We need to stay quiet. It’s okay, Molly. We’re going to be okay”

The line went silent, and then a muffled thud echoed through the phone. Eddie's pulse quickened as gunshots erupted in the background, only seeming to come closer with every single shot.

Using this as my Fuck It Friday 🫢

It’s a very rough draft of both action and dialogue but I’m so excited to write and wanted to share 🥹

Tagged by @disasterbuckdiaz @jamespearce9-1-1 and you @daffi-990 💋

Tagging!! @jesuisici33 @cal-daisies-and-briars @callmenewbie @butraura @giddyupbuck @honestlydarkprincess @thewolvesof1998 @theotherbuckley @watchyourbuck @knightlywonders @fionaswhvre @wikiangela @athenagranted 💗🦋

[vicsnook]

Come Back…Be Here | Bob Floyd x Reader

word count: 1230

warnings: deployment, sad, fluff

song pairing: Come Back… Be Here - Taylor Swift

notes: Hey y’all!! Hope everyone is doing well! I know I’ve been away for a little while but no worries I am back ☺️ and ready to write. This one is a sad one so forgive me for that. Please if you don’t mind, like and reblog that way more people can read this too. Thank you for all the likes and reblogs on my other works. Hope everyone is having a great week!!!! 💗

The sound of thunder startled you awake. Looking at your bedside table the alarm clock read 3:00AM in bright red letters. Bob snored peacefully beside you, he could sleep through anything.

The morning came too soon and as you got ready for work you noticed Bob was unusually chatty. He only did that when he was keeping something. Not wanting to pry you went along with it but as everyone headed off the tarmac that afternoon him and Nat got called into Cyclone’s office.

“I wonder what that’s about.”Jake said, raising his eyebrows at you.

“Me too, he’s been really chatty lately so maybe it has to do with that.”

“Yeah, I noticed that. He ain’t real good at keeping secrets” He chuckled as you both headed to the vending machines.

Usually you’d get a snack with Bob after flying exercises were completed but today your appetite was absent. The weird feeling that you’d had in your stomach when you woke up last night only intensified more as you waited for Bob. Jake tried making you laugh by showing you pictures of his new pup but your mind was elsewhere.

“Hey Peach, can we talk?” whispered Bob from behind you, breaking you away from your thoughts. You followed him quietly to your car grateful that you’d all been dismissed earlier today since Maverick was sick.

He started the car and looked over at you smiling weakly. You felt the knot in your throat as he headed towards the beach. This wasn’t going to be a good talk.

He grabbed your hand as you both found a spot to sit in the sand. Both of you stared at the beautiful California ocean when he finally broke the silence. “Nat and I were called up for a mission in Europe. We’ll be gone for a few months.”

“How long?”

“9 months but it can extend to a year. We leave in 2 days”

“Oh” you replied, trying to hold back the tears. Both of you knew this could happen anytime but you were not prepared for it to happen so soon. You’d only been together 8 months and now he was being sent off to the other side of the world.

He pulled you into his chest as you let the tears fall. He smelled of pines and jet oil. A weird combination that you’d come to adore. His fingers lifted your chin to look at him and he kissed you softly.

“We’re going to be okay.” he whispered as you both started to head towards the car. You nodded in response.

That night you helped him pack his seabag between dancing in the kitchen and eating leftover pizza. Tomorrow night the squad wanted to meet up at the Hard Deck for a small goodbye party.

—

Work flew by and before you knew it you were at the Hard Deck. Bob was off playing pool with Fanboy when Nat pulled you aside.

“Hey, you call me if you need anything. You’ve got nothing to worry about. I’ll keep this one in check.” she said, taking a swig of her beer.

“I’ll try to keep Rooster in check but no promises.” You raised your hands as you both laughed and she pulled you into a hug. In a few hours your best friend and boyfriend would be gone and tonight only seemed to fly by.

Bob and you said goodbye to everyone around midnight. Him and Nat had to be at the airport by 4:00AM. You cuddled up to him that night but as the alarm went off at 3:00AM you felt you’d only slept 10 minutes.

You said it in a simple way

4:00 a.m. the second day

Everyone gathered at the airport saying their final goodbyes. Bob pulled you in for one last hug and whispered “I love you” as he pulled away and kissed your forehead. A few tears escaped your eyes as you both had yet to say those 3 words.

“I love you too, Robby.”

Stumbled through the long goodbye

One last kiss, then catch your flight

“Time to go.” said Nat as Bob kissed you one last time and headed to security.

You followed the squad out to the parking lot politely declining their invitation to get breakfast. All you wanted to do was go home.

Getting ready for work you scanned the room for your dog tags and that’s when you saw it. A red gift box on your bed. Opening it you pulled out a necklace with a heart locket and in it was a picture of you and Bob from your first date. The note in the box read “So you always have me with you. Love, Bob.”

And this is when the feeling sinks in

I don't wanna miss you like this

Come back, be here

You put it on and finished getting ready as quickly as you could so you wouldn’t be late for work. Holding back tears as you headed out the door missing Bob more than anything.

—

Bob had left Wednesday and it was now Friday. Calls were short as he and Nat were settling in and the time difference didn’t help. He mentioned you should go see your sister to help not feel so lonely. So here you were boarding a plane to NY for the weekend.

Taxi cabs and busy streets

That never bring you back to me

I can't help but wish you took me with you

The breeze was cold as you stepped out of the airport. Raising your arm you hailed a taxi and then you were off to your sister’s. That night after a long day of retail therapy you were able to facetime Bob.

His sweet smile filled the screen as you showed him your purchases. “I got you something so once you know your mailing address let me know.” you said, eying the box on the floor. He nodded, raising his eyebrows at you making you laugh.

You got him a watch he’d been wanting according to Mickey. On the back it had the word fearless engraved, a nod to when you both danced in the rain a couple months back.

He was getting ready for work while you were ready for bed. He said he was happy that you liked his gift and couldn’t wait to get his.

“I’ve got to go baby but just know I love you and I’m thinking of you. Sweet dreams.” he said quietly as Nat knocked on his door.

“I love you Robby.” you replied as he smiled and ended the call.

This is falling in love in the cruelest way

This is falling for you and you are worlds away

In New York, be here

But you're in London, and I break down

'Cause it's not fair that you're not around

You shed a few tears after the call ended. Missing him hurt so much. Your chest aching as you tossed and turned that night. Wishing time would fly by the next couple of months.

—

Central park felt lonely the next day since your sister was called into work. She loved being a doctor but being on call sucked. You watched the birds from the bench you were sitting at wishing that Bob was with you. That he could Come back, be here.

[chelseachilly]

king of my heart - pt 6

my baby’s fit like a daydream walking with his head down i’m the one he’s walking to

pairing: reader x ben chilwell summary: a new season for chelsea means an exciting new chapter for ben and for your relationship warnings: chelsea winning a game 🫢, smut :) (18+) word count: 2.6k

author’s note: hi! i’m currently on vaca for a week in the carribean (this was prewritten) so i prob won’t post again for a week or so, enjoy this bit of fluff and smut in the meantime 💗

You’re practically bursting at the seams with excitement as you sit on Ben’s couch, waiting for him to return home.

The Chelsea jet landed almost an hour ago and you know he’ll be back any time now. He’s been gone for two weeks for the summer USA tour, officially the longest you’ve been apart since you began seeing each other, and it’s been torture.

You tried to FaceTime as much as possible, but the time difference and your busy schedules made it challenging, so you feel like you’ve hardly even talked to him since you kissed him goodbye two weeks ago.

You stayed at Ben’s while he was away to watch his dog Oscar and water the plants. He would typically hire people for that, but you were happy to do it, and staying at Ben’s huge house was hardly a burden for you.

There was also the advantage of being able to raid Ben’s wardrobe - more specifically, his dirty laundry basket - for hoodies smelled like him. One of which you’re currently wearing as you sit on the couch, curled up with Oscar, watching The Office reruns.

It’s getting pretty late, and you had a long work day, so you feel your eyelids getting heavier by the moment as you wait for your boyfriend to get home.

Eventually, you’re unable to stop yourself from drifting off on the couch. You don’t know how long you’re out for, but when you wake up, you feel a gentle hand caressing your face.

“Hey there, sleepyhead.”

“Ben?” you yawn, eyes still shut.

It takes you a moment to come to your senses, but when you open your eyes and see Ben’s bright blue-green ones staring back at you, you fling yourself at him. He’s crouched on the floor next to you, and he shifts back onto his bum so he can pull you into his lap and hold you close.

“Hey, gorgeous,” he mumbles into your neck, his low voice and breathy whisper completely intoxicating you. “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too,” you say, your hands clutching at the material of his t-shirt. “You have no idea how long those two weeks felt.”

“Oh, trust me, I do,” Ben says, pulling back so he can take your face in his hands and kiss you firmly.

You missed his kisses like crazy, how his lips feel like a drug as they capture yours. You can’t get enough of him, especially after all these days apart.

You’re interrupted by Oscar joining the two of you on the floor, nuzzling Ben for some attention. You really can’t blame the dog - you know he missed him too.

“There’s my boy,” Ben says with a smile, petting Oscar. “Thanks again for watching him, Y/N.”

“Of course, babe.”

You smile, moving to stand up, but Ben swiftly wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you down to the couch, covering your face and neck with more kisses as you laugh loudly.

“I love you wearing my clothes,” Ben murmurs, slipping his hand under the hoodie to caress your bare back. “But I also really wanna take this off you right now, if you’re not too tired.”

“Please, I’ve been thinking about this for two weeks straight, and those Instagram photos of you training the other day drove me mad,” you say, watching him grin for a moment before pulling him in for another searing kiss. “Take me upstairs, Chilly.”

Ben happily complies, scooping you up by your thighs so you can wrap your legs around his waist and beginning to carry you to his bedroom.

-

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You only have a couple of days to enjoy your little bubble of reunion bliss before Ben is back into the thick of training at Cobham.

His first match of the season is a home game at Stamford Bridge, and you can’t wait to see him playing for the club again after a couple months off.

The morning of the game, you and Charlotte get ready in your matching Chelsea shirts - yours with Chilwell on the back, hers with Mount.

It’s a different experience entirely being at the Bridge now that your relationship is known to the public. You can feel many eyes on you and Charlotte as you make your way to your seats.

It’s an exciting match against Leeds, with the score tied 1-1 at halftime. You’re happy to see Ben is playing very well, among one of the best performances you’ve ever seen from him, and even assisted a goal for Conor in the first fifteen minutes.

You’ve always cared about football, about your club winning, but never like this. You’re so invested that it’s like you’re on the pitch yourself, wincing at every bad pass and jumping up in your seat every time the ball reaches the penalty area.

Your brother texts you during the break, and you can’t help but chuckle at his message.

Max - 3:48PM Your boy’s on fire 🔥

You - 3:49PM Yeppppp 💙

Max - 3:50PM You’re whipped sis 😉

Although you roll your eyes and ignore your brother’s message, he isn’t wrong. It’s almost frightening how much Ben consumes your every thought, how you have to force yourself to concentrate on work throughout the day rather than the way he touched you the night before or the sweet texts he sends you while he’s at training.

You’ve almost told him you love him a couple times now, but you keep chickening out at the last minute. You know it’s true from the very bottom of your heart and the depths of your soul, but you’re terrified of saying it.

Things are getting pretty serious between you two, there’s no denying that. You definitely get the vibe that Ben feels the same way you do, but he’s still a twenty-something and a professional athlete and, frankly, a super fit guy.

Despite how it may seem, you can’t help but feel a bit worried that it will all end, that he’ll get sick of you and move on to the next girl or decide he needs to focus on football.

“You alright?” Charlotte asks you as the second half begins.

You quickly snap out of your train of thought and nod, focusing once again on the match.

Things remain heated as the game continues, with Chelsea playing a strong defense but struggling to move forward. As they move into added time, it’s looking like it’s going to be a draw - not the result you hoped for, but a point nonetheless.

It happens so quickly you barely have time to react, but one moment the Leeds defender has possession and a second later, Ben has the ball and is running quickly toward the goal. The other team tries to stop him, but he deftly avoids their efforts to tackle him and kicks the ball toward the net.

Your breath catches in your throat as you wait to see if it went in, and then the stadium erupts with cheers.

You and Charlotte both jump up and down and hug each other tightly, overwhelmed with excitement at such an incredible goal in the final moments.

“Shit, I think I might actually like football now,” Charlotte laughs as you settle down a bit.

The both of you run down to the tunnels, trying to beat the foot traffic of the many fans exiting the stadium and get to your boys as quickly as possible.

There’s an electric atmosphere in the changing room when you get down there, one of the assistant coaches recognizing you and letting you in. The boys are blaring music and passing beers around, obviously happy with this great start to the season after struggling in the last one.

Ben thrusts his beer bottle into Reece’s hand when he sees you and runs over to you. You meet him halfway and jump into his arms. The excitement has both of you a bit carried away, as you immediately start kissing passionately in front of all his mates.

A few of the lads - and Charlotte - wolf whistle as you kiss him, running your fingers through his sweaty hair, but you couldn’t care less.

“Oi, Chilly, get a room!”

Ben breaks the kiss, probably to tell the guys to bugger off, but another thought seems to occur to him as he takes your hand and leads you down the hall and into an empty physio room.

He dives in to kiss you again, and after a few quick pecks, you pull back and hold his face in both hands.

“What is it, love?” Ben asks you, a smile still on his face.

You admire his bright eyes, his winning grin and contagious energy for a moment, moving your hands to his biceps and squeezing softly.

“It’s just…you,” you admit shyly, your cheeks a bit rosy. “You were so incredible today, and I always love watching you play, but this match was really something else. You’re so special, Ben, both on and off the pitch, and I just-“

“I love you,” Ben exhales, his wide eyes staring into yours.

You stare back at him from a moment, trying to process his words. “You…”

“I love you, Y/N,” he repeats, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

The grin on your face is blinding as you wrap your arms tighter around his neck, replying those words over and over again in your mind.

Ben loves you, and everything is perfect.

“I love you too, Ben,” you say softly, brushing your nose against his.

He smiles just as bright as he leans in to kiss you again, this time holding your waist tightly and bringing you flush against his body.

It’s a bit of a challenge to kiss at first with how much you’re both smiling, but then Ben starts to trail kisses down your neck and your breath hitches.

Without a second thought, you instinctively reach down to tug his shirt off, wanting to feel every inch of his skin against yours.

“Is the door locked?” you mumble as he helps you remove his shirt and then reaches for yours.

“Yeah,” Ben breathes against your lips, squeezing your waist. “Are you sure? I don’t have much time, I need to shower and go do press-“

“We’d better be quick then,” you grin, pulling the shirt with his name on the back up and over your head.

Ben stares at you in complete awe for a few seconds before reaching out and hoisting you up into his arms, carefully setting you down on the physio table.

He helps you out of your jeans quickly before pulling down his shorts, and you can see how hard he already is for you. You know you’re ready for him, too, feeling the familiar ache between your thighs as his strong arms maneuver you so you’re at his entrance.

“You ready, love?” he mumbles against your lips as he pulls your knickers down.

You nod once and he slides into you, both of you inhaling sharply at the contact. He begins to quickly thrust into you as you cling to his shoulders.

“You feel so good, baby,” Ben moans into your neck. “Can’t believe - can’t believe you’re mine-“

“I’m all yours, Ben,” you say, cutting yourself off with a high-pitched moan as he hits a particularly sensitive spot inside you. “You looked so good out there today, I couldn’t wait to have you inside me…”

“Fuck, Y/N,” Ben groans, your words obviously encouraging him as he begins to thrust harder and faster into you. “I’m not gonna last long-“

“And when you scored that goal…you made me so proud, Ben,” you continue, kissing his shoulder. “I love you so much-“

“Babe, I’m gonna-“

Ben lets out a low moan as he comes, his face buried in your neck. You run your fingers through his hair as he rides it out, him leaving little kisses on your collarbone before eventually pulling out of you and grabbing a couple tissues to clean both of you up.

“Sorry, baby, couldn’t help it,” Ben laughs softly, leaning in to kiss you on the lips before tugging his underwear back on. “You talking about the match like that, and telling me you love me…”

He stares at you in disbelief for another moment, and you pull him back into your arms to rest your forehead against his.

“It’s alright,” you smile. “You deserved a little reward for that goal. And because I love you.”

“I love you too,” Ben says again, a massive grin on his face.

He begins to trail kisses down your breasts and toward your stomach, and as much as you don’t want it to stop, you place a hand on his shoulder and gently push him away.

“I can’t leave you hanging, babe!” Ben protests, and you just lovingly roll your eyes.

“You’ve got interviews, and you really need a shower first,” you tease him, making Ben furrow his eyebrows in response. “You can finish me off later.”

“Oh, I intend to,” Ben smiles. “Many, many times.”

With the anticipation of that happening when you get home, you rush to get dressed and get Ben back into the changing room as soon as possible so he can get any press he has to do over with.

“There’s our man of the match,” Kai chuckles as you walk back in, clapping Ben’s shoulder.

Ben is still holding your hand, and Charlotte and Mason rush over to you guys, Charlotte discreetly reaching out to fix your hair. You realize it must still be visibly messy from your little rendezvous, meaning it’s probably fairly obvious what you and Ben just did - if it wasn’t already.

“Looks like Chilly scored twice today,” Mason jokes, only loud enough for the four of you to hear, and you elbow him in the ribs as Ben glares at him and Charlotte laughs.

“Shut it, Mount,” you roll your eyes before turning back to Ben. “Go shower, I’ll see you after the interviews.”

“Okay,” Ben smiles, jogging off to the showers.

You watch him go before turning around to chat with Charlotte and Mason, trying to tame the blush arising on your cheeks. You’re not really that embarrassed, though - you and Ben have been together for months now, and you’re not ashamed to reward your man for such a performance.

As you’re asking Mason a question about the game, you feel a hand grab your waist, and before you can react you’re being pulled into one more kiss.

“Ben,” you chuckle against his lips, “what’s gotten into you?”

“Nothing, I just love you,” he says casually but loud enough for everyone to hear, planting one more kiss on your lips before running away again.

All the boys laugh and cheer as Ben disappears once again into the showers, leaving you standing there completely smitten and totally overwhelmed by how much you love this man.

You feel like you’re floating on a cloud, and at this moment, you don’t think there’s anything that could bring you down.

-

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[reclusiverisottonero]

it's so hard to just pick one but can I ask for melone + i'm not staring at you, i'm admiring you. please

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Pairing: Melone/Reader, gn pronouns; sfw fluff!

To say you’re stressed would be an understatement. You feel like you’ve been reading the same page of this organic chemistry textbook for hours now, trying to understand the homework for even longer, and something about it is just not clicking in your brain like it should be this evening.

Before you’re able to put the book (and your head) through the wall a soft knock snaps you out of the urge. Turning to the sound you see Melone enter your room with a tray of your favorite snacks and some drinks, wearing a smug grin that falters slightly when he sees your grumpy expression.

“Looks like I’ve arrived just in time! You look like you could use a break, darling.” He recovers the mood quickly, placing the tray right on top of your open textbook to make it clear this suggestion is non-negotiable. 

You resolve to navigate your way out of this regardless and give your most apologetic smile, “I wish I could, babe, but I really need to get this stuff done and I can barely understand it as it is!” 

“Well, what is it you’re working on exactly?” Melone asks without missing a beat as he grabs one of the snacks and settles on the bed across from you. He rips open the bag and lets you take a handful of chips that you stuff in your mouth before you begin to go off about the specifics on what you’ve been trying to study for the last few hours.

It takes you longer than you’d care to admit to realize the little scheme he’s trapped you in, and you freeze while halfway through this mini lecture on your own lesson to glare at him. Melone is lying on the bed on his front now, his legs up in the air and kicking his feet like an enraptured school girl as he looks at you with a face you could only describe as love struck. Heat floods your cheeks and you have to look away from it before the terrifying ordeal of being perceived makes you do anything stupid. 

“Don’t stare at me like that, Mel. I know what you’re up to now.” You resist the urge to hide your face and as much as you want to pout about being tricked, you end up laughing at the poor display of innocence your boyfriend tries to maintain through your accusation. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I'm not staring at you, I'm admiring you. There’s a big difference, and you happen to look very cute when you’re talking about your interests, you know.” He shoots back, a huge grin blooming across his face, “So, do you think you have a better understanding of your work now?” 

That earns a pillow shoved into his face, but he laughs along with you as you make the attempt. Melone counters the attack by dragging you onto the bed for a kiss, and for a little while at least, you can focus on more pleasant things that don’t involve textbooks or losing your sanity to deadlines.

[cupidsdescendant]

Hey! Can I request medic with a teen!reader who wants to be a doctor when they get a job and is studying biology (platonic :D!!!) (Also sorry your account got deleted D:)

Yes yes yes! I’d love to💗💗💗💗💗💗 that’s such a cute idea I love it so much! Thank you again for the requests <3



“Apprentice” Medic x Teen Reader!

Y/N was a young teenager when they joined the fort to medics requests. Medic was close friends with Y/N’s parents and when he found out Y/N also had a fascination with medical research and biology he was ecstatic! Y/N has spent 6 months already in the fort and it’s gotten stressful but Medic was always there to lead them through it. Today was Y/N’s first day of learning anatomy and biology with Medic but it seems like someone forgot about the day..



Beep..beep..beep..

“Mng….” Y/N’s eyes felt sore to the sight of the blaring sun and hearing their alarm clock beep angrily it irritated them. They moved their body over to turn their clock off and went back to hugging their pillow tightly. A relaxation came upon the silence up until a big slam of their door shook them up



“JA, Y/N! ARE YOU READY?!!” Medic yells out with the biggest smile on his face. He wasn’t wearing his usual outfit today, instead he head a white button up long sleeve (that he bunched up to his shoulders), a brown argyle vest and dark brown slacks with black jarmen shoes.

Y/N bounced out of bed despite having their pajamas on and nervously shimmied around “DOC-! AH-! Hey-h-hey im ye- IM NOT READY!!!” They said panicking over to their dresser “JUST GIVE ME 5 MINUTES-!!” Medic walks backwards and closes the door with a chuckle “I told jou to always try and be 5 minutes before anyzhing~“.



Y/N scarfed down their cereal and Medic watched as he sipped his coffee. “I’ve never understood Americans and zheir love for cereal.” “Ifts tasty!” Y/N blurted out with their face stuffed. “Vell if you say so.”

“Alright!” Medic said as he gripped his gloves tightly and put them on “today will be learning about the anatomy of ze frog!” Y/N took a double glance in confusion “frog?! Doc shouldn’t we use real people!” You straightened your hands and pointed at the small dead frog on this huge operating table just. Laying there. “I mean cmon what’s a frog gonna help me with when it comes to surgery?!”



“Hm…you could always know if you become a veterinarian!” That excuse ain’t going to make it “Medic I wanna work on a real body!!” Y/N whined. “You’re not ready, Y/N. We must take small steps to get to zhe goal. Now, focus.” Medic took out his clip board with a printed on photo of a frog and for the rest of the session they poked and prodded the body, learning about the nerve systems and the organs.



Y/N went to bed that night unsatisfied, they wanted to work on a human body and examine it, they wanted to find more and more things about it then work on some frog. They went to bed twisting and turning in frustration barely getting any sleep.



Day after that and lesson after lesson it’s gotten more and more boring with just working on small animals and it was obvious to Medic. Y/N became more sloppy, their writing less professional, not really listening and zoning out and coming late more often. Medic was displeased and felt bad about it so he decided to take matters in his own hands.

“Zhat will be all for today.” He said, he was looking down and all you could see was the reflection of light on his glasses. “Medic we just stared-?” Y/N said confusingly but they were happy knowing they could now leave early. “Ja, but I decided to cut zhis one short. It’s okay, Y/N I zhink you should leave.” His voice was neutral. It showed know emotion. Medic walked out the door, blood on his hands still and left Y/N alone with the light flickering.



The next day Y/N was awoken up at around 3 am, 5 hours earlier than they’ve ever been awoken and was shook. “Doc, what the hell are- ow!” Medic clicked the light switch on and basically blinded Y/N “the fuck!!? Doc turn that down it’s like 2 am-..” Y/N grumbled.



“Nein! Y/N I have something very special for our lesson.” He pulled Y/N out of their bed like a corpse, Y/N was half awake in their pajamas limp with their eyes shut tight from the intense light of the hallway.



A few minutes later Y/N knew they were in the Medibay because of the cold atmosphere and the chill that crept under their spine. “Doc are we really gonna work right now? Ugh.”

“It’ll be okay Y/N just trust me.” Medic said giggling to himself a little. Medic put Y/N down “alright, keep jour eyes closed!”

“Medic my eyes are already closed-.” Y/N sighed and crossed their arms upset that they were awaken from their beauty sleep. Medic ran away to god knows where and it gave Y/N the time to think to themselves. They knew Medic was crazy but he must be really going looney right now because it’s not like him to do this.



Y/N kept their eyes shut for a few minutes and heard medics familiar clicking of his boots enter the room.

“look who’s back.” They could hear medic grunting and carrying something heavy, all at the same time someones shoes shuffling and fabric rubbing against the marble flooring. “Uh. Doc?.” No response. Y/N hesitated opening their eyes but they decided not to, yet still getting nervous with the sounds surrounding them. “Hey…what’s going on-“ A big thud fell on the operation table and there was a faint sound of liquid dropping. “MEDIC!” Y/N stood up and opened their eyes



In horror they found a BLU Scout’s body, his head was shot in by a Sniper and there was blood everywhere. His eyes were lifeless and his body was pale, the blood spilling out of his body got all over the floor and became a puddle. Y/N was shook and Medic realized they saw it. He rearranged his glasses on his nose getting blood on them and paused. “Uh. TA da-!” Medic flared his bloody hands around in excitement “surprise Y/N!”



“W-wh-wh…” Y/N’s face was still completely stiff and still was in shock with what was in front of them. “You’ve been doing good and vell, I wanted to surprise you but you OPENED JOUR EYES DUMMKOPF!” Medic said raising his voice. He paused again and cleared his throat “and so, I found Zhis Scout for jour anatomy practice!” Even though this was completely and utterly disgusting and gross, Y/N appreciated the fact that they were thought of and smiled sheepishly “Medic..this is-. I’m-!” They ran over to him and hugged him tightly “I’M SO HAPPY!” They blurted out



The rest of the morning was them working on the BLU Scouts body with no knowledge from the BLU mercs. It was a nice morning to start the day off and the bond between Y/N and Medic grew stronger <3





Hi y’all! I took a break from writing for a few days since I was pretty burnt out and this one took a while! Thank you for the support and supporting my work! I appreciate it a ton <3 mwah!

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Okay! That’s really kind of you! Take your time - you can even just do this whenever you next open up ship requests, I’m in no hurry 😊 Can I request a Stranger Things ship? 💗

I’m 5’2 with wavy ombré hair, blue eyes. I’ve always loved vintage/1920s avante garde style. I never got into makeup personally but I love doing hair, especially my Gran’s hair (usually too lazy to do my own hair, though, lol).. 

My pronouns; She/Her, I’m straight and I’m 19.

My personality is pretty relaxed. Somewhere between an introvert and extrovert cause while I like to be alone, I can rant and tell stories for hours. 

Hotheaded but I sometimes deny it, and pretty tough, adaptable. Fiery.

While I can talk about stuff I heard about/saw for hours, I’m pretty private when it comes to myself and don’t open up unless I’m comfortable with the person. 

I’ve never been academic and prefer to do things with my hands. 

Love spending time with my family and friends. Love music, especially rhythmic music. I like to just relax and eat good food, and I cook a ton.

My love languages probably acts of service and gift-giving from me but I love physical touch, and I’m a big hugger.  I’ve no idea what kinda vibe I give off or who I’ll be shipped with, lol.

No rush at all 💛 I love your writing sm, btw! So many cool fandoms!

Thank you so much for requesting the matchup! Haven't done a Stranger Things one in a long while! I hope you enjoy it! <3333

Stranger Things;

Steve Harrington:

🍦 You met Steve when you were wondering the StarCourt Mall after doing some shopping for new cassettes, but now you were hungry and that's when you spotted Scoops Ahoy

🍦 Looking at the menu above the counter of ice cream, you didn't notice Steve until he turned around and said his line, "Ahoy there, my lady, what can I get ya?"; all you could think about was how cute the guy in front of you was

🍦 You ordered your favorite flavor, trying not to stare too long at Steve, finding him pretty attractive, and funny, as he skillfully scooped the ice cream in a cone for you; you tried to pay but Steve said it was on the house

🍦 For the next couple of weeks, you went over and got your usual at Scoops, chatting with Steve before having to leave because you were holding up the line; after a while of visiting and getting to know each other slightly, Steve asked for your number

🍦 And that's how you met Steve, now a year into your friendship/relationship, you and Steve are attached to the hip; your first date with Steve 'The Hair' Harrington, was actually during his break at Scoops, where the two of you ate ice cream and sat in a booth in the corner, just chatting and enjoy each other's company

🍦 Steve really, really liked you, a lot really, he hadn't felt like this since Nancy, so that's saying something; though, Steve made a promise to himself, that he'd make the relationship with you work, he didn't want to lose you

🍦 Steve found you brilliant, funny, strong, a bit hot-headed (but you deny it), and he really likes you, he might even love you; you always bring a smile to his face, not matter how he's feeling, you really changed him and his life for the better

🍦 You found Steve incredibly handsome, funny, charming, smart, and such a gentleman, him always opening doors for you and offering his jacket to you if it's cold out; he never even stopped your ranting when you did rant, he didn't seemed bored when you spoke of your many interests, and seemed like he was really paying attention and listening; it made your heart swoon

🍦 Once the two of you got more used to each other and more comfortable, the two of you would do anything and everything together, going to places to eat good foods, listening and dancing to music together, cooking together, cuddling while watching a movie, and Steve even let you do his hair one time, which says a lot

🍦 You and Steve are certainly the most perfect match, you both bring out the best in one another, and not even the Upside Down can tear the two of you apart

[aprylynn]

You know how it works!!! 😂🥰💗

Of course not. Despite your observation, you know that he’d right any wrongs if you were truly hurt. It’s quite considerate of him to still ask in the first place.

He’s so thoughtful and considerate and soft for them 😭😭😭

Your fingers come up to play with one of his necklaces, and you tenderly rub each link, one after the next. As your knuckles brush against his skin, you find yourself the utmost content. The most at home. 

Ahhhh I love this image so much 🥰🥰🥰

You move to the side when he opens the cabinet behind you, but his stray kiss on your cheek before he gathers towels sets all the butterflies in your belly into a frenzy. 

The domesticness of it all!!! 

“Besides,” you add, observing bangs that are not entirely wet but sticking to his forehead regardless. “I like this being the first time instead.” 

OMG Now my heart is fluttering!!!

When he looks away, he states the most matter-of-factly, “I’m still charging you for all the water we use.”

He is such a brat I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

His movements are gentle, yet thorough; soft, yet determined. Whenever you think you’re clean, he keeps going, as if this is something he needs to get absolutely perfect. 

Is he scrubbing more than just today off your skin?

Your lower back is held flush against his front before he pins your shoulders against chilled shower tile, and you won’t realize why he did that until hours later—not without a flutter of your chest. 

He is being so gentle with them. It’s not the first word you’d think of when you think of this Yoongi, but it makes so much sense. He takes care of his things and he is so loyal to his friends and even his original offer to reader to let him know if they need anything from him. He cares about the things that are important to him and reader is very important to him. I’m sure he’s not just being aware of the bruise on their back but also all the turmoil the two of them have been through that night.

His kiss is so deep it’s reaching into your soul, and you hear a large hand smack the wall next to you before it curls into a hard fist. 

OMG He did that in the first 3tan. He hit the door and made a fist right before he gave in

“I just.” He takes his fist from the wall to slide along your jaw. And you probably look so, so silly with your head half-full of suds. But he doesn’t care in the slightest, only staring right into your eyes under water flecked lashes. “I’ll be there.” 

I’m just thinking about all the ways he says I love you without saying I love you and this is definitely one of them!!! 

His touch to your forehead makes you melt, but the soft press of lips to your nose is what ends you completely.

SO GENTLE

“Yeah,” he responds low as you both put his clothes on. “I keep telling him he doesn’t need to get me anything, but. He never listens.” 

I’m falling in love with Jimin (like that’s new information)

Yoongi only brushes past you to go to his nightstand, and your face and heart sear all the way through when he takes off his chains only to put on other ones.

So. He’s only gonna wear the—with those— 

No. No. 

How are you supposed to be normal!

HOW ARE ANY OF US SUPPOSED TO BE NORMAL WE ARE WAY PAST NORMAL

You literally just showered with him. 

And yet, this look is the one that makes you ache.

FOR REAL 😭😭😭

“I got what I wanted,” he murmurs to your lips, and your breath does that pesky thing where it stops completely. “I’m good.”

“Is there anything you need?” 

He subtly shakes his head once before going to kiss your nose again. “Got that, too.”

I stopped breathing too and I’ve never been happier!!!

This night has undoubtedly become one of your favorites. You aren’t on a balcony, but the flutter and pops in your stomach remain just as memorable. Just as comfortable.

Just as terrifying.

OMG THE WAY THEY BOTH SAID THEY LOVE FIREWORKS EVEN THOUGH THEY’RE SCARED

Your eyes snap to Yoongi as he fills his doorway, food in both hands and his body stilling. 

What’s he pausing for?

At this, you giggle. “What?”

Is he literally stunned by the sight of them on the bed??? 

He takes one of your hands in his, and you feel like you’d melt the whole ice pack with how hot you burn. “I’ll figure something out.” 

“I can, too.” 

His gaze flickers to yours.

“I figured tonight out, right?” 

Yoongi’s lips curve upward, and he brings your hand up to press into them. “You did.”

The hand holding!!!! And we’ve heard him say over and over that his favorite thing about reader is their mind. He wants to figure this out for them but when reader says they can too and pointing out that they figured out tonight???? OMG That smile. He’s so proud of them and knows their capable of anything and that makes him so happy!!!

“Show me your damn cat.” 

Yoongi’s reaction is more than you ever wanted: eyes sparkling curves and teeth all shining as they block his laugh from expelling all the way out. “God,” he groans, raking his strands and pushing himself up to stand. “Fine.”

He’s dying to show them. He wants that cat to be their cat 😭😭😭

When he pulls away, you search his face—wondering what the hell has gotten into him and loving it so cautiously. Not because you’re scared, but because you feel like he’s finally being… 

Himself. 

And you can get used to this. 

“You okay?”

Your first response is to grin. “Maybe too okay,” you admit, lowering your gaze to his lips. Fuck, his body feels incredible against yours and you already want a round two, but you really wanna witness whatever he’s been keeping at his door.

I love seeing more of their walls come down. Like now that they’ve been completely honest with each other they’re not holding back.

You don’t normally thank yourself, but maybe you should start. Because that person was brave as fuck for not walking out, and they deserve more than you can ever say.

SO SO BRAVE. I said in my response to Forfeit that when reader refused to leave at first I thought it was out of spite (because that would be me!) but it wasn’t that at all. It was so bold of them to just not give up when it seemed hopeless. And wow, did it ever pay off!!!

After a second, you straighten and regard Yoongi over your shoulder, wondering if he had been looking at you that entire time.

I love love love moments like this. When it’s reader’s perspective and I’m dying to know what Yoongi’s thinking (even though I’m pretty sure I already know!!!)

His bare skin feels amazing on your arms, and you want to feel the rest of him on the rest of you, too. But he keeps kissing you and leading you somewhere that you—

Oh you’re spread across the couch now. 

Oh he’s got your lips again holy hell you’ve never felt like this in your life. So engulfed. So wanted.

…So wanted. 

“I want all of it.”

I don’t have the words. This is so so beautiful and I wish I had more words!!!

“Tell me what it’d be like. If you were really mine.”

“I am.”

Your heart flutters when you amend, “I meant, um. If we didn’t have to hide.”

“It’d be just like this.” He kisses your shoulder. “Except we’d be leaving now.” 

“What? Why?”

“To go to the store,” he continues, placing light kisses on your neck that have you damn near purring. “Get whatever you want for that house.”

OMG HE JUST WANTS TO GIVE THEM WHATEVER THEY WANT 😭😭😭 YOU WANT TO BUILD A HOUSE FOR A CAT? LETS GO BUILD A HOUSE FOR A CAT!!! LETS GO FIND AN ALL NIGHT CAT HOUSE SUPPLY STORE LETS GOOOO!!!!!

Yoongi leans into your fingers before shifting his face to kiss them. When you watch in silence, he murmurs, 

“We got time.” 

Butterflies spring forth. 

“We’ll get you there.” 

THIS IS JUST SO 😭😭😭😭😭😭 Kissing their hand and saying we got time and basically making plans for their future together 😭😭😭😭😂

But neither of you care. Destruction is welcome when at the mercy of each others’ wants, and you want to think that this will certainly not be the last time you see yourself breaking on his furniture.

IT ABSOFUCKINGLUTELY WILL NOT BE

If you weren’t one slow blink away from rest, you’d wipe that smug look off of his face. But it gets to live another night.

I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOOOOOOOVE THIS

Peaceful as you’ve ever been, you nestle your head against his chest, breath soft when you finally drift to sleep. 

Not even knowing what you’re about to admit. 

“I want all of it, too.”

EXCUSE ME WHILE I SOB FOREVER

All these mentions of home and all these comforting soft feelings and all this fluffiness…. it nearly took me out. I daydream a lot about these characters and one of the hopes I have for them is a day when Yoongi’s home will truly be their home together. When they can cook for each other every day, when they can fall asleep together, when they can curl up on the couch together, when they can invite their friends over to hang out (definitely including reader’s brother)! This made me really hopeful for all those possibilities. I felt really good about where Forfeit left us and now I feel even better about it. I know they still have obstacles to work out, but they made it through a pretty big one: being honest about their feelings and what they want. I don’t see any going back for these two. They are completely done for and they both know it and nothing can change that now :))))))))

Ryen, you are amazing. I’ve run out of ways to tell you that. Thank you for sharing this. Now, seriously. For real this time. Take a damn break 😂😂😂

flutter (3tan) (m) | myg

title: flutter (m)   pairing: 3tan!yoongi x reader(f)   series: masterlist | three tangerines | fireworks | house party | basketball | stay | sidewalk talk | friends | dalo | like that | anytime | sundress season | yoongi’s interlude | forfeit rating/genre: m (18+) ; fluff , smut ; brother’s best friend au, implied age gap au   summary: the aftermath of a night of confessions and relief.   note: this takes place in a timeskip in forfeit :D note 2: i said this already but it still stands - apparently 300 for a goal post is way too easy now🥴 good luck if we end up with another one!! but anyway, hope y’all enjoy the exact content i said i would be taking a break from! LMAO but seriously, i’m resting fr fr after this. also.. i still cannot believe the timing🧍‍♀️ warnings: language, yoongi being yoongi, kisses are a warning again, so is the kitchen, shower moments<33, oral (f rec), fluff as fuuuc my god lol who am i??, yoongi’s chosen fit🧍‍♀️, uhhhh chains but wbk, it’s just a bunch of fluff to heal us after forfeit idk what else to say!! drop date:november 20th, 2022, 5pm est word count: 6.3k🦋

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