#and everyone else is just watching you two fight going “yeah when are they gonna just fucking kiss already

[brattyvox]

★ BETTER OFF GONE — MxF.

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Post-apocalypse. You're scared; Daryl is scared but is too proud to admit it. And upon seeing Rick and the others come back without Merle, when you two are alone, he breaks down.

GENRE ★ Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

PAIRING ★ Fem reader x Daryl Dixon

WARNINGS ★ Established relationship, Mentions of death, Age gap [age of reader not specified, but definitely over 21 at least], Sad Daryl :(

Word Count — 1.73k

"It ate my damn deer!" Daryl yelled, repeatedly kicking the headless walker. Everyone else took it seriously, while you were covering your mouth and giggling. The tension of the day had been thick, and you couldn't help but find a little bit of humor in the absurdity of it all.

"Daryl, that's not gonna help." you laugh. "It doesn't even have a head anymore. You're not gonna get your deer back."

"What she said." Shane chimed in, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Y'know how much time I spent lookin' for that deer?" Daryl grumbled, finally stopping his assault on the lifeless corpse. His eyes stared at the deer on the ground.

"Daryl, cmon." you grab his arm. "It's not worth it." Your voice is soothing, trying to calm him down. His muscles tense under your touch, but he doesn't shake you off. Instead, he takes a deep breath and looks up, meeting your eyes.

"Whatever," he walked off toward the camp. "Merle!"

You followed Daryl closely, feeling the weight of his mood. You understood why he was so upset about the deer, but it really wasn't the one thing he should even be worrying about. And once he finds out about what the new guy did to Merle, it's going to be so much worse.

"Merle! Get your ass out here!" Daryl's call echoed through the dense foliage as you both approached the camp. The group had returned earlier, except…without Merle. You hadn't asked what happened, but knew Merle probably deserved it.

"Uh," Rick wipes the underside of his nose. "Merle's not here."

Daryl froze. You felt his entire body tense up as he spun around to face the sheriff. "What?"

You stood behind Daryl, hugging yourself and furrowing your eyebrows. All hell was about to break loose.

"Where is he?" Daryl blinked, glancing at Shane. "Is- Is he dead?"

"…We're not sure." Shane said, his eyes flicking to the ground. "He was on the roof, handcuffed. We had to leave him."

"Who the hell handcuffed Merle to the roof?" you butted in. "How did anyone manage to wrangle him and get ahold of his wrist anyway?"

Daryl's eyes searched each of their faces, his jaw clenching tightly. "It was that new guy, wasn't it?" He spat out the words like they were a mouthful of nails.

Rick looked like a deer in headlights. He inhaled sharply and nodded. "Yeah. Look, he was a danger to us- to everyone. I handcuffed him to that roof so that he wouldn't be."

Daryl's eyes narrowed, his fists clenching. "And you just left him there?" His voice was eerily calm.

You grabbed Daryl's shoulder and he moved away from you, stepping closer to Rick. "You handcuffed my goddamn brother to a roof all by himself and left him there?! He can't even defend himself!"

Rick raised his hands in a peaceful gesture. "Look, we had to. We didn't have a choice. Those walkers-"

"There were walkers too?! You left him to be food for them?!" Daryl's voice grew louder, his anger palpable. You felt your own heart sink, knowing that even in this harsh world, no one deserved such a fate. He went silent for a minute and dropped his crossbow, grabbing a knife from his pocket and moving closer.

"Daryl-" you whispered, fearfully reaching out to him, but he didn't stop.

"You had a choice!" he roared, pointing the knife at Rick. "You always had a choice! And you chose to leave him to die!"

Within seconds he swung and a fight broke out. Shane and Rick had to wrestle him to the ground just to get him to stop. You watched, horrified, as the knife clattered to the earth, just barely missing its intended target. Daryl's fury was something you'd never seen before, and you couldn't blame him.

"Alright! Let him go!" you shouted over the chaos, pushing through the group. Shane and Rick's grips on Daryl loosened and he sprang up, his eyes wild with anger and pain.

"Daryl!" you screamed his name, trying to get through to him. The fight had stopped, but the air was thick with the scent of rage and fear. His eyes snapped to yours, searching for understanding, but finding none. You stepped closer, your voice steady despite your trembling hands. "Come here."

You grab his arm, dragging him toward the RV. "We need to talk." You're firm, but your voice is laced with a gentle concern that you hope reaches through his anger.

He didn't even try to fight your grip, which was unusual for Daryl. Normally, he'd resist like a feral animal. But today, his usual fiery spirit was replaced with something darker, something that scared you. Once inside the RV, you shut the door and turned to face him. His eyes were red and swollen, and you could see the grief etched into every line of his face.

"Sit down." You guide Daryl to the bed, his boots scraping against the floor. The RV felt suffocatingly small with the weight of his anger, and the tension was palpable as you both sat down, the metal frame squeaking under your combined weight.

"Daryl," you began, placing a hand on his shoulder. His muscles were as tight as a bowstring. "I know you're hurting right now-"

Tears. Tears started falling down his cheeks. Big, salty drops that rolled down the contours of his face, leaving trails in the grime and sweat. You'd never seen Daryl cry before. Sure, you've seen him sad, even devastated, but this was something else. It was raw, and it was breaking your heart to witness it.

"…Daryl?" you whispered, your voice cracking. You'd never seen him like this. So vulnerable, so utterly broken.

"Merle's gone," he choked out, his voice hoarse and tight. "They just left him there to… to die." He buried his face in his hands, his shoulders heaving with sobs.

You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace. Daryl was never one for physical affection, but in this moment, he seemed to crave it. He leaned into you, letting you hold the weight of his pain.

"I'm sorry," you murmured into his ear. "We'll find him." It was a lie, you weren't sure you believed it yourself, but you had to say something to comfort him. The truth was, you were scared too. Merle might have been a handful, in fact he was a douche a good portion of the time, but he was part of their makeshift family. And now, he was out there alone.

"And now we're stuck fightin' those goddamn walkers!" Daryl's voice was muffled by his hands, but you heard the anguish in every syllable. You rubbed his back in slow, soothing circles, hoping it would offer some comfort.

The RV felt like it was closing in on you both, the silence only broken by his painful sobs. You took a deep breath and leaned back, gently taking his face in your hands to force him to look at you. "We'll get through this, okay?"

"No we won't!"

"Daryl, I've known you for a long time. You're tougher than this." You spoke softly but firmly, trying to be the rock he needed in this tumultuous moment. His eyes searched yours, looking for a glimmer of hope, but all he found was a reflection of his own despair.

He sniffed, wiping at his nose with the back of his hand. "I ain't tough. Not anymore." His words were barely a whisper. "Merle was the only family I had left."

"Daryl," you began, "you still have me, and everyone out there. We're your family now."

"The hell they ain't." Daryl's voice was gruff, the anger and sadness melding into something that sounded almost like a challenge. "Merle's all I had left. My blood."

Your hands dropped slightly, but you didn't let go of his face. "Daryl, you're wrong." You spoke with a calmness that surprised even yourself. "You're not alone anymore. They may not be your family but they're all you got. Whether you like them or not, they're going to be the main ones protecting you out there."

He looked away, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "They ain't Merle."

"I know. But still, they care about you," you said, trying to keep your voice steady. Daryl's eyes searched yours, looking for any hint of dishonesty, but all he found was earnest concern.

"Merle's gone," Daryl murmured, his voice cracking. "What if I'm next?"

"You're not." You say firmly, your voice cutting through the dense fog of Daryl's grief. You take a deep breath, trying to steady your own racing heart. "I'd die before letting any of those walkers get to you."

He snorts, a sad smile playing on his lips. "Yeah, I know you would."

You sit with him for a long time, the silence stretching out between you like a tightrope. You can feel the sadness in the air, thick and heavy, and you're not sure how to cut through it. You just hold onto him, letting him cry, letting him feel. It's all you can do.

"I love you, Daryl." The words slipped out, unplanned but true, and you watched as he stiffened in your arms. It wasn't something you said often, and certainly not in a moment like this, but it felt right.

He took a shaky breath, his eyes flicking to yours. "You do?" His voice was quiet, almost hopeful.

You nodded. "Yeah, I do." It was strange, but in the middle of all this horror, your feelings for him had only grown stronger. You'd been too afraid to say it out loud, but now, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world.

Daryl looked at you, his eyes searching your face. For a moment, you saw a glimmer of something in them that you hadn't seen in a while: hope. It was as if your words had reached into the darkest part of his soul and lit a candle.

"You do?" he whispered again, his voice cracking with emotion.

"Oh god, c'mere." Daryl's arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a crushing embrace. You could feel the warmth of his body, the way his chest rose and fell with each ragged breath. It was a stark contrast to the cold, hard exterior he usually wore like armor.

"I won't let anybody hurt you, Dar."

[fruitsoxs]

this is long so i'm putting some under read more

BUT- Thinking about Astarion with a generally good tav/reader. I’m thinking it’s sort of an enemies to lovers type deal, where the two of you start off the adventure by bickering constantly over what to do. You always want to do the right thing, and it absolutely infuriates Astarion. He pushes back whenever he can, because your little rag tag group has other matters that are much more important than saving children, or rescuing girls from some hag. But of course, he’s always outvoted. You are easily annoyed by his constant complaining whenever you want to do something good, and so of course the two of you are almost always at each other's throats.

“Oh I’m sorry that I actually have a heart.” “You should be- we have other matters to attend to. Like, well I don't know, the thing inside our heads!”

However, there are moments where Astarion comes to learn that he genuinely likes your kind heart. When you easily forgive him for…hiding what he truly is. Or how you lie when a hunter is out and about. There are moments where you tend to his wounds in complete silence, gently wrapping a bandage around his arm. And when he says a quiet thank you, you simply nod and move on. 

He’d never say this out loud, and of course continues to act as if you are nothing but a nuisance, but he starts to appreciate you little by little. You are not just some naïve adventurer who will drop dead if someone were to ask. You are the strongest person he knows, someone he could depend on if needed. He watches you fuss over the group, solving everyone’s problems. He sees how much work you put into making everyone comfortable, and how little you ask for in return. And while he thinks you’re a little stupid for it, he also recognizes that most of his disdain comes from the fact that he wishes he had someone like you to save him when he was at his lowest. If good people like you exist, then why did nobody come to his aid? 

So maybe he gets less snippy. He doesn’t roll his eyes every time you put the mission on hold to do favors for others. Maybe he starts to fall for you little by little.

And maybe it all becomes clear to him when you get hurt.

It was supposed to be an easy little mission. A peaceful meeting that you were sure you could talk your way out of (it always surprised him how easily you could lie your way out of fights). And of course, Astarion and you just had to get in a little spat beforehand, so he stays at the campsite while you’re off bringing peace to the world. He doesn’t expect to see the others come rushing into camp, dragging your weak body along. He doesn’t expect to see you so pale, fighting for your very life-

He rushes to your side, demanding to know what happened. Something went wrong, and somehow you ended up stabbed with a poisoned dagger in the midst of a fight. He feels his insides churn when they lay you down on a bed roll, and he watches as you give him a weak smile.

“Hey fangs.” you manage to get out, entering a coughing fit shortly after. Your smile almost fades when you notice how scared Astarion looks. It isn’t like him to be so worried. You don’t like seeing him like that so you whisper. “It’s gonna be okay-” And gods does it infuriate Astarion that you’re still trying to help others, help him, when you’re basically dying by his side. So he snaps a bit.

“And how do you know that?” He bites at you, pain and anger in his voice. You flinch a bit, letting a silence take over for a second. You slowly reach out to grab his shaking hand, your grip so weak. “Just trust me.”

He sits by your side, barking orders at everyone else- demanding someone heal you. He’s a bit of a prick as Shadowheart kneels down to tend to your wounds. He seems so angry, but everyone can see the way he’s clinging to your hand. Everyone knows what’s going on. And after you’re healed, and left to recover, he stays by your side. 

When the rest of the camp is asleep, he gently pushes your hair out of your face while looking you over. He’s just now realized how hard he’s fallen. While you’re protecting everyone else someone has to protect you. He may as well be that person.

[nigtmarcz]

⎯⎯ bf!hamzah headcanons

— whenever hamzah plays a game with voice chat, he’ll make you wear his headset and talk into the mic as if you’re playing, just to troll the randoms (and also to show off how good he is at the game)

— if hamzah was streaming on twitch, he'd try to pull you into the frame to show you off, even if you didn’t want to show your face right after waking up

— if hamzah’s tired from editing videos, he’ll beg you to finish it for him. you always say no, so he ends up doing it himself anyway, muttering, "just say you hate me…"

— he’d always refer to you as "mom" or "mama" whenever talking to red and blue

— would send you instagram reels, and you’d hear him laughing from the other room.

"you know you can just show me in person, right?"

— before hamzah would put on his glasses, he’d always make you wear them first and admire how cute you looked in them, even though you had perfect eyesight

— every month, you two would create a new Spotify collab playlist and try to make them have a similar vibe

"okay, why did it transition from bladee to lily chou-chou?"

— you two would definitely have matching discord profile pictures, but not the typical anime couple ones—more like sonic the hedgehog and mario kissing

— he’s not really into pda, but if you were hanging out with friends and everyone stepped out of the room, he’d start hugging you, clinging onto you, and kissing your face everywhere. but if someone walked in, he’d quickly pull away acting all suspicious and shy

— before going to bed, he’d purposely pull all the blankets away and hog them for himself, leading to you two playfully fighting in bed

— his tiktok drafts are filled with you two doing couple trends or dances. you’d usually film them after getting high, then spend hours re-watching them and laughing your ass off

— if he was busy for the day, he'd text you every time he was doing something

"filming right now!"

"gonna get some food you want anything babe?"

"taking a massive shit rn.."

— you trained him to be the perfect photographer for you. even though him recording himself is his job, this man still has no clue how to take pictures for anyone else

— when you guys go shopping, hamzah actually pays attention and helps you pick things out

"do you think this top is cute babe?"

"ehh.. i like this one better."

— he’d always put you onto new music and give you the artist's backstory, sharing all the little details about them

— if either blue or red was laying on your lap, hamzah would playfully snatch them away from you

"don't touch my kid"

"you mean OUR kid??"

— he would always mention you during the podcast but in the most out of pocket way.

"yeah y/n loves to smell my farts. that's what i think true love is."

"dude? what are you saying?"

[domoriu]

perv bsf!bonedo

req - could you imagine bonedo as your bestfriend and theyre lowk freaky and a perv for you

warnings: the boys are kinda (really) icky, 18+ mdni !! panty stealing/sniffing, non consented recording, manipulation? idk… also ty @tsandoll for helping me w some of these 🫶🏽 the rest of the members under the cut !! <3

sungho

super subtle about it

youd never guess he was so pervy

everyone else around you guys would definitely know sungho had some sort of crush on you, but you’re oblivious to it and think its just him being a gentleman and good friend

buys you whatever you want, will even buy you clothes if you talk about needing some new outfits. ends up dressing you up the way he likes and gets turned on seeing you in the outfits he bought for you

“do you think this looks good?” and he’s nodding and trying his best to not pop a boner in front of you

you’re at a party? sungho is gonna be your plus one. he doesn’t even care about your complaints about him “scaring the hoes” cuz you get touchy when you get under the influence and he’s going to be there for you and enjoy the next few hours of you clinging to him

he even lowkey sabotages any relationship you could possibly have, tells people you two are dating/fucking and leaves you to wonder why none of the people you’ve been interested in ever pay you any mind.

when he comes to your house he has to fight the urge to sniff all of your clothes and your sheets. you just smell so good to him, and he knows if he gets a hard enough whiff he might get hard.

when he jerks off, he’s imagining its your hand, he’s imagining what your mouth would feel like wrapped around him, and he imagines how you’d look taking his cock.

goes through your messages together with his phone in hand while the other one is wrapped around his cock, playing back the voice messages you’ve sent him before to help him get off. then once he’s cum to the thought of you he’s calling you and talking to you like nothing happened.

riwoo

shy boy. its a little more obvious that he’s a little pervert, and you’re using that to your advantage.

he’s acting really innocent but he knows exactly what he’s doing. he just might be a little clumsy with it, which is ultimately how you figured out his perv agenda.

gets hard so fast, and you constantly touching him doesn’t help his case at all

you invite him over, he’s running to your bathroom to quickly jerk off. he tries to be quiet, but he fails miserably.

“riwoo? are you okay in there?” you’re smirking behind the door and he doesn’t even realize how obvious it is that he’s in there getting himself off, and by the way he stutters a weak “y-yeah im fine!” you know exactly what he’s doing.

he’s a bed/pillow humper. when you two have sleepovers, and you fall asleep before him, he’s putting a pillow over his dick and softly thrusting into it, even sometimes he’ll do that when you’re awake, just really slowly and subtly so you dont notice. but when you’re asleep, he’s more shameless. eagerly humping the pillow or even humping the mattress while he stares at your sleeping body.

sometimes he’ll just jerk off as fast as he can, staring at your figure while you sleep. he’s edging himself, each time your body twitches or you turn in your sleep he stops touching himself, so close to cumming but he doesn’t want to get caught. he cums quick the nights you wear something loose or something more revealing, because he can move the fabric to see exactly what he needs to get to his climax.

whatever he does while you’re asleep you’re not aware of, but you know that you catch him staring a little too hard at your cleavage sometimes or catch him looking at your ass

touchy with you and he tries to say its just friendly touching, but no friend keeps their hand right at the bottom of their friends back before the curve of their ass, or rests their hands or head on their friends tits when they watch movies.

jaehyun

a little shameless about it, but he’s always scared out of his mind that you’ll find him gross

the flirting he does with you is a bit more flirty than his usual, sometimes leaving you flustered but you mask it well.

“a little kissing never hurt a friendship” while he looks at you with his big puppy eyes. all you can do is stare at him and laugh because no way he’s serious.

“jaehyun… you’re staring at my tits again” “sorry! sorry… they’re just… so nice…” and he’s absolutely not sorry

dirty little panty sniffer. super scared of getting caught though, but he ends up snitching on himself

“definitely wasnt going through your stuff while you were in the bathroom” no one accused you of doing that but if you say so…

touchy as fuck. like youve never met someone as touchy as jaehyun. and you know he means no harm, so you let him cop a feel from time to time

back to the panty sniffing, also a pillow humper. will steal a different pair of your panties each week, ruin them completely and then return them like nothing happened (he’ll wash them first of course, he doesn’t want to get caught)

he even knows about the box you keep in your bedside drawer, the one with your toys in it. jerks off to the thought of you fucking yourself open with your dildo, wishes that he could be the one fucking you instead. wishes he could press your vibrator on your clit while he stretches you out on his cock.

taesan

also a shy perv

but he’s a lot bolder than youd think

thinks with his dick… once his dick twitches his mind goes blank

since he’s tall, he’s definitely using this to his advantage. its a lot easier for him to stare down your shirt with this angle

he might get a little bold sometimes and take a pic under your skirt

has a whole folder of “off guard” photos of you, every time he takes one you’re trying to grab his phone to see the pic but he refuses, telling you that its for his eyes only and that youll try to delete them - whole time he had taken various panty shots and other body pics

steals your panties, goes through your clothes bin and sniffs them until he feels dizzy and his cock is straining in his pants.

he tries to be subtle about everything and he’s mostly successful, never catching him doing anything out of the ordinary and anything he asks you to do for him doesn’t seem too off putting

if you’re complaining to him about a guy you’ve been talking to, he’s asking you what they do that gives you the ick and what they do that makes you like them a little more

he makes sure you’re comfortable with him always, there’s never been tmi between the both of you so you feel comfortable telling him about your sex stories - he listens super intensely, and at night he’s humping his mattress at the thought of fucking you just the way you like, because he knows he’d be better than any of the guys youve been fucking

he’s also cumming loudly with your name leaving his lips repeatedly. he wishes he could send you a pic of his stomach covered in his cum and tell you that you’re the reason he came so much

having trouble deciding what type of revealing pics to send to a guy? taesan is telling you that you should send it to him first, so he can tell you from a guys perspective if its good, and will definitely ask you for multiple pictures for “options”

he couldn’t care less what you sent to someone else, as long as he always got access to the pics first and he was definitely going to be jerking off to them later.

leehan

another shameless perv… but he’s really shameless - he’s touchy, he compliments you, he even purposely tries to get you flustered

once he gets the reaction he wants out of you he’s just laughing, and he’ll go back to doing the same thing over and over

lets you believe he’s just joking around with you, even though he’s so serious

“can i eat you out as a friend?” “leehan stop, you play around too much” and there was absolutely no hint of joking around in his voice

whenever you stay over at his place he tells you that you can leave your old clothes with him, that he’ll wash them for you so you have clothes when you come over

before he washes them he’s definitely jerking off with your panties, he might even put them in his mouth cuz he’s a sick freak like that….

and whenever you two are on the phone he’s most likely going to jerk off to the sound of your voice

“leehan, are you okay?” “m’fine, just keep telling me about your day” and he has to mute his mic when he cums - might be a little bold and let you hear it

with him being touchy, anyone would think you were a couple with how comfortable he was touching you however he pleased - seriously, why was he gripping your ass in the middle of the store?

pet names!! darling, princess, he’ll even call you a good girl sometimes just to gauge your reaction. might ask you to grab something for him and he’s like “such good girl for me” and you’re left feeling hot all over and confused about your feelings (even if leehan was insanely straightforward)

[yourlittlebunnyy]

tw: size kink, bit of dacryphilia, overall this is nastyyy

something about having you under him, squirming and helpless, makes azriel go feral.

it's the way you look so small compared to him, the way you are incapable of doing anything because he's just too strong and you can't fight back even if you want to.

the fact is, that no matter what size you are, he is big. all those hours passed in the illyrian camps training pay off. his hand alone could cover a good part of your back. and his cock... it's a struggle everytime, but oh man if he doesn't take pleasure in seeing you struggling.

the first time you two fucked, he had to strech you out with his fingers first. and when he saw how much you struggled with just one of his fingers, he knew it was going to be a tight fit. your walls barely capable of fitting one single finger, he couldn’t imagine how you could have taken his cock, but you did. you take it like a good girl every time.

"you can take it, baby. yeah..." he groans. "you can fucking take it. just like that..." the room is filled with the thick smell of sex, your little cries overpower the sound of skin against skin. you might almost feel embarrassed by the sounds coming out of your lips, but azriel's cock is fucking you so well it sends your brain to mush. zero thoughts behind your pretty eyes.

and azriel loves fucking you. loves watching as your face scrunches in a mixture of pain and pleasure, his cock stretching you out, breaking you in an half. he mutters praises under his breath, his eyes fixated on your tummy that bulges with every thrust, the line of his cock visible through your skin. "look at us, baby. fuck... look at us." he moans, forcing you to look at where your bodies meet. pretty tears stream down your eyes, overstimulation kicking in. you're so full you can feel him in your stomach.

he watches in wonder, completely intoxicated by you and amazed by how much of him you can take.

azriel is addicted to the power he has over you, too. the way he could throw you around like a toy, holding you in place just how he likes.

"c'mon baby, just a little more..." he whispers, supporting you with those strong arms. your back touches his chest, you can feel the wild rhythm of his heart against your back. your legs tremble, exhausted. "give me one more, just one more... i promise."

every time he says something, even tho your head is disconnected, your body can somehow still register his words, your walls clenching automatically around his girth, making him groan.

his hand presses against your tummy, feeling the bulge makes him twitch inside of you. the pressure causes his cock the hit even deeper, hitting spots that make you see stars. "keep clenching around my cock, sweet girl." you sniff, little incoherent prayers fall from your lips. you don't even know what you're begging for. "gods, gonna ruin you for everyone else. you're fucking mine."

main masterlist - azriel masterlist

[unluckiestmember]

how abt headcanons for the arcane women on a beach date? :0 feel free to add/remove anyone ^^

Coming right up!

Arcane X Beach Date with Reader!

Characters: Powder/Jinx, Violet "Vi", Caitlyn Kiramman, Ekko, Viktor, Jayce Talis, Mel Medarda, Sevika, Ran and Vander

Warning: Some slight suggestive themes and mild cursing. But pretty much SFW.

A/N: Aww, summer is practically over! I hope you guys had fun this summer and stayed safe! Whatever is next in the future, I hope we all have a great time and look forward to the rest of 2024! We only got three more months until Season Two guys, I know we can do it even if it feels so far. So let's hang in there!

Powder/Jinx

“Hey, hurry up and look over here, toots! I’m about to pull off the biggest cannonball!... Yeah, yeah, I’ll be fine- Now watch me!”

At the beach, Jinx is absolutely going to do everything under the sun, whether it be legal or illegal! She might not be the best swimmer, but she loves getting in the water, especially jumping in and getting her adrenaline going. And you better expect her to get you involved in a water fight! Just don’t expect her to play fair, girlie has a bunch of mechanisms she can make into weapons for your game and she’s not afraid to use them!

Sand castles are requested and being buried in sand is a must. A date at the beach with the Loose Cannon feels more like a hangout than a lovely day together in the sand, but don’t get it wrong. Jinx loves spending time with you at the beach and will sneak some kisses to your cheek or slam her lips on yours. She’s pretty sure your beach date is probably one of the best days of her life and it’s all thanks to you.

Violet “Vi”

“This is the perfect weather for a nice swim, babe. Hey- Race you to the other side. Last one there is buying ice cream!”

When you invited Violet to a date on the beach, she was more than ready, she was beyond excited! She is a perfect balance between playful and romantic, always flirting with you in regards to your swimsuit and even sneaking some seductive touches along your body. And right when she’s done or is about to kiss you, she’s quick to trick you by running away gleefully waiting for you to catch her or messing with you.

She’s not exactly the best of swimmers, but is willing to learn and get her feet wet just for you. If you both aren’t having fun talking to each other and exploring the beach side by side, then guests of the beach better expect to see a happy couple making out in the sand or getting affectionate. Peering eyes or none, a beach date with Violet is all you could ever ask for and more.

Caitlyn Kiramman

“Ahh, isn’t this absolute bliss, my love-... Did. Did you just splash me? Oh, you’re gonna pay royally for that.”

Caitlyn has been to the beach quite a lot in the summer with her family and always loved spending time on the coast. So when you asked her on a getaway there, she was immediately on board. During your date, she makes sure you are all okay, rubbing sunscreen on you and checking if all your equipment is accounted for. Caitlyn is more on the quieter side, having a picnic in the sand with you or laying in the shade and just catching the breeze.

But do not let this fool you; She can be playful and accept your requests to swim, especially since she’s a pro at it, or just play in general! She’ll always be open to exploring underwater with you or even making some sand castles together! When it’s time to go, Caitlyn almost doesn’t want to leave, but at least she has a sweet memory and new tradition to share with you.

Ekko

“You’re right, we all needed this vacation. Everyone’s happy and you’re happy, so I’m fine. Wanna take a swim with the others?”

Ekko has never been to the beach before. He’s only heard stories from Pilties that passed by the undercity and seen pictures of it, but has never set foot on one, and neither has the Firelights. Whenever he needed a swim or a getaway, he would just find a local lake or river to satisfy him and everyone else’s needs. So you can imagine his surprise when you set up a little vacation for him and his allies on the coast!

The leader of the firelights is beyond happy the entire time you’re by his side and showing off the beach to the firelights, engaging in small games of volleyball or tag with the young ones. Of course it’s still a date for you two, so he’s sure to give you all the love and care you could ask for when the kids or Scar aren’t taking up you two’s time. But even then, it is all in all a fun experience to share, whether alone or with the freedom fighters.

Viktor

“Aye! How is the water so cold? Maybe you should swim on without me… Don’t worry, I’ll keep watch-. H-Hey! Fine, I’ll join you, let’s just take it slow.”

It had been years since Viktor had stepped on a beach before you asked him on a date there. The once feeling of sand in his feet made him raise an eyebrow and the wind touching his skin had him a bit nervous with his body out. From the looks of it, you were sure at first that this would be a hard time to enjoy together…

But after a while and a bit of convincing to let loose with some encouragement, the scientist finally let loose a little and enjoyed all of the beach with you. He may not be able to swim, but walking in the water, holding your hand and feeling the small waves crash into his ankles? Now that was a piece of absolute heaven. And exploring uncharted territories with you to find the most beautiful of caves was beyond delightful. He would have to remind himself to come to the beach with you more often.

Jayce Talis

“What’s up? Are you admiring my muscles?... If you’re looking at them dry, I can’t wait to see how you’ll look at them wet. Now come on in!”

All it took was one date to find out that Jayce practically belonged on the beach with you! There he acted like such an excited child in his trunks running immediately into the water with your hand in his to feel the waves wash over you two. Don’t expect to do much outside of swimming unless you need something from your personal belongings, and even then Jayce will go grab it for you and head straight back in!

He isn’t much of a goofball swimming with you outside of small moments of teasing, but he does get quite handsy and flirtatious, holding your waist and pulling you close to kiss you. Everyone can practically put together that you are his with how affectionate he is around you. And he doesn’t care either because he doesn’t mind putting you on the pedestal where you belong. It’s a chill date, but a nice date regardless.

Mel Medarda

“Mmm, we needed this, sweetheart. A day away from the nagging, pointless fighting and having to meet expectations? It’s absolutely worth it.”

A beach date with Mel has got to be one of the calmest dates you’ll ever have in your life. Mel isn’t much of a swimmer, preferring to just walk down the coast with you. But even then, she spends most of her time sunbathing and simply taking in the ambiance around the both of you in relaxation. For some it may be boring, but for her just being near you and practically doing nothing is heavenly.

Of course she won’t be a prude though. Sometimes she’ll take a minute and collect seashells to take home with her as souvenirs. And if you do want to swim around or really utilize the beach, she will let you and simply watch you having fun lovingly from the sidelines. That is unless you want her to join you, then just ask and she’ll be right by your side enjoying every second with you.

Sevika

“Ran is challenging me to volleyball and I was wondering if you’d want to be my partner?... Thanks babydoll- Hey, Ran! Get ready to get your ass kicked!”

Sevika doesn’t go to the beach unless it’s with a group of friends. Only then with them and you as company is she gonna have the time of her life! Outside of work and in the sand, the muscular woman is a lot more relaxed and a bit playful with everyone, including yourself. She’ll do whatever you’d like as long as it means you both are enjoying yourself.

Want to play a few games? She’s all for it. Want to just kick back and take in the sun and the waves? She’s cool with that too! Nothing is off limits for the Right Hand of Zaun, and I mean nothing. Because if you feel it’s not exactly a date, then Sevika has no problem taking you somewhere a bit more secluded and showing you a great time~. At the end of the day, you’re sure to look back on your time with your girlfriend at the beach fondly and can’t wait for the next one!

Vander

“We should try and make this a tradition. You, me and the kids, come down to the beach every summer. They’d look forward to it every year. And so will I…”

Everytime you and Vander go to the beach, it is usually with the kids as an annual family outing. Yeah, the both of you have to babysit a bit and deal with the mindless teasing of the sumprats when you both get intimate, but you enjoy yourselves regardless. You love when the Hound of the Undercity plays tag with his adopted children, even dragging you in for the ride and getting a good adrenaline kick from it all.

You two always leave the beach excited for the next time around the following year with tired kids needing to be laid down. He makes sure to let you know how grateful he was to spend time with you and everyone else, nuzzling into you and whispering how much he loves you. Though you miss those days, you never broke that tradition, even when the world fell apart. No matter what, you always come back every summer to the beach to keep the memory alive…

If you got any requests for Arcane or X-Men '97, send them my way!

Likes and retweets are always appreciated! I love you all, stay hydrated and have a good day! <3

[lucydixon]

In your dreams

Masterlist 𐴱 Taglist 𐴱 Blog Navigation A/N: There will eventually be a part 2 for this one, I'll link it once it's up

Summary: You and Eric are constantly competing for bookings at the shop. There's always been a playful, flirty back-and-forth in between the cut-throat streaks of competition, but the air seems to shift when you get a little bold.

The bell above the door chimed, and your head snapped up at the same time as Erik’s. It was a woman who seemed only a little younger than the two of you, and she looked nervous and a bit pale.

“Hey, I want my lip pierced. Um- can anyone take a walk-in?” He was quick to nod and waved her over to his station, turning to give you a smug smirk for having beaten you to it. 

Only you didn’t look annoyed like you usually did. 

You looked perfectly calm and maybe even a little bit amused. 

Erik narrowed his eyes in suspicion and stood to grab the supplies he’d need while the woman fidgeted in the chair. 

“What's with you?” He asked lowly, pausing in front of your desk, “Your books are wide open all day, and you’re not gonna fight me on this?” 

“I’ve just got a feeling, is all.” You said, not looking up from your tablet, busy drawing out a design for an upcoming client. 

“A feeling?” He raised a brow 

“Yeah.” You shrugged. “Something good is coming, I just know it.” 

“It’s a Tuesday.” He reminded you. 

“Just go do your fucking piercing.” you waved him off dissmissively “Get out of my face, Campbell. Your bad vibes are fucking with my zen.” 

Erik huffed and went to gather what he needed before going back to his client. 

You let him take three walk-ins that day. 

Each time, he looked at you like you were crazy. 

You had yet to make a single dollar. If you kept this up, you’d be losing money, and he just didn’t understand why. 

He had a feeling that it had to do with you thinking that the universe was trying to tell you something. You were always going on about vibes and manifestation and he thought the whole thing was a crock of shit, which he didn’t hesitate to tell you every time you brought it up. 

Two hours before the shop closed, a very large, very muscular man walked in through the door, and you shot to your feet before Erik could even look up. 

“What can I do for ya, handsome?” 

“I can think of a thing or two,” The man looked you up and down and licked his lips. 

“Why don’t we start with why you’re here?” You shot back, eyes full of mirth. 

“Looking to get a chest piece.” He smirked, “Think you could handle that, sugar?” 

“Looks like I’d have a nice big canvas,” You winked, playing into it after seeing the way Erik stiffened out of the corner of your eye. “I’m sure I could manage, come on in.” 

Erik couldn’t deny the spark of annoyance he felt anytime he heard you flirting with customers, or anyone really. He was unwilling to admit to himself that it was jealousy deep in his chest.

For as long as the two of you had worked together, you’d had this constantly changing back and forth. Playful, then competitive and cutthroat, then back to flirting. He wouldn’t necessarily call you friends, but you weren’t just coworkers.

Right?

Sometimes, Erik found it hard to tell if there actually was something there or if you were being equally as flirtatious as you were with everyone else. He’d wonder sometimes if it was just your personality and that he was reading too far into the interactions you had that left him thinking about you for the rest of the night. 

He knew that he was going to have to stay late while you finished this juiced-up creep’s tattoo, and sighed to himself while watching from across the shop as you got set up.

He wasn’t about to leave you in there by yourself with him. 

Not after seeing the way he’d been leering at you the whole time. 

So, Erik settled in for what he was sure would be a few hours of gritting his teeth and listening to you flirt with your canvas while he tried to sketch out designs for the week ahead. 

He kept glancing over while you laughed at whatever the beefcake was saying to you. 

It was your fake laugh. 

He knew it well. 

Usually, you’d make a disgusted face in his direction when the customer wasn’t looking. 

But not today. 

For some reason, you didn’t glance in his direction even once. 

Weird. 

But then, your canvas started getting touchy with you. 

Rough, stubby fingers playing with your hair until you pulled away and offered a tight-lipped smile, a hand brushing over your shoulder while you sat there, hunched over his chest. He seemed far too comfortable touching you, and it had Erik white-knuckling the desk and gritting his teeth. 

Finally, you looked over at him. 

He mouthed a quick ‘what the fuck?’ while gesturing angrily to the man, silently offering to throw him out.

You were cool, calm, and collected, same as you always were when this kind of thing happened, and you shook your head tightly. 

Erik watched the man jerk in his seat, and you muttered something about the shading being the worst part. He knew that you were deliberately being heavy-handed and relaxed a little. 

The message was clear. You could take care of yourself. 

Still, he hung around waiting for you to finish. 

You’d stopped laughing, and he’d stopped joking. The slab of meat on your table was doing more wincing than he was breathing until you finished up and sat back in your seat, admiring your work. 

You wrapped him up and took his money without any pleasantries on either side, and he watched, amused, as the man rushed out of the shop with pink cheeks and bloodshot eyes. 

“It’s always the big ones that end up crying.” You shook your head with a soft smile as you counted out your money. “Feeling was right though, that four hundred in my pocket.” 

“Four hundred?” Erik squinted at you suspiciously. “No way. That was three hours, what about the chair for the day?” 

“Touchy assholes get the creep tax.” You shrugged, smirking mischievously. 

You tossed some bills in the register for rent and left a note for the owner. 

“Didn’t have to stick around.” 

“What?” He scoffed, gathering his belongings, looking almost offended. “You think I was gonna leave you in here alone with that guy?” 

“Most people would’ve.” You shrugged. 

“Yeah, well, most people are assholes.” He muttered. 

“You’re still an asshole.” You smiled sweetly, clearly teasing, “Careful, Campbell, or I might start thinking you’re sweet on me.” 

“In your dreams.” He rolled his eyes. 

“Oh, you’re in ‘em.” You winked while brushing past him. 

You loved watching him squirm when you said stuff like that. He always got a little flustered. 

“Yeah?” He chortled, “What am I doing in your dreams?” 

“Oh, you know.” You shrugged coyly, slinging your purse over your shoulder on your way to the door. “Wonderful things with your tongue, mostly.” 

He made a choking noise, but you were already out the door. 

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[juliettejwnewinesa]

please make a fanfic on Kim geonwoo ( bloodhounds ) x fem reader smut because he was jealous of her talking with woojin

omg yesss ive been waiting for a bloodhounds request yayayayayay love you anon😘

Title: Jealous Hands Pairing: Kim Geon-woo x Fem!Reader ft woojin Setting: After a boxing match, gym locker room > his place Tags: Jealousy, possessive sex, rough but loving, slight angst, dirty talk, aftercare

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Y/N didn’t mean to rile him up.

She had just been laughing at something Woojin said—something stupid, something harmless. The two of them always bickered like siblings, friendly jabs and sarcastic remarks flying across the gym like usual. But today, Kim Geon-woo was watching. And today, it felt different.

From the moment you smiled at Woojin and playfully shoved his arm, Geon-woo’s jaw had been clenched. He was usually patient, composed even in a fight. But not today. Today, jealousy burned hot in his chest like the aftermath of a body shot. You’d touched Woojin. You’d laughed at his joke. And Geon-woo didn’t like sharing what was his—even if you didn’t know you were his yet.

He waited.

Waited until everyone left. Until Woojin tossed a towel over his shoulder and walked out. Until the locker room fell quiet, the only sound the echo of the shower still running.

Then he cornered you.

“Y/N.”

You turned around, startled. “Oh, hey—didn’t know you were still here.”

He didn’t answer. Just looked at you. Breathing deep. His shirt was off—fresh from training—and sweat clung to the sharp lines of his chest. His fists flexed at his sides.

“Why do you let him touch you like that?”

The question landed heavy. “What?”

“You laugh with him. Touch his arm. Smile like that.”

“Geon-woo, it’s not like that. Woojin’s just—”

“I know what he is. I know what you look like when you want attention.”

You blinked, heart thudding. “Excuse me?”

He stepped forward, close enough that you backed into the lockers behind you.

“I train every day. Bleed in the ring. For you. And you go give your pretty little smiles to him?”

His hand reached for your chin, gripping gently but firmly, tilting your face up to meet his eyes. The fire in them was something you’d never seen before. Raw. Wild.

“Say you didn’t mean it.”

“I didn’t—Geon-woo, I swear—”

He kissed you.

Rough. Desperate. His lips crashed into yours like a punch thrown too hard, all teeth and heat and tongue. You gasped into it, and he groaned—like he’d been starving and you were finally in his hands.

“You don’t get to smile at him like that,” he growled against your lips. “You smile at me. Only me.”

You nodded, breathless. Dizzy.

“I’ll remind you who you belong to.”

You didn’t make it out of the locker room.

Your back hit the cold bench, legs spread, and Geon-woo’s hands were already tugging your shorts down. His mouth found your neck, your chest, teeth grazing your skin like he wanted to mark every inch.

“Gonna fuck the thought of him out of you,” he muttered as his fingers slid between your thighs, already soaked. “This wet for me, huh?”

“Y-Yeah,” you whimpered, grabbing at his shoulders, nails raking down his back.

He groaned when he pushed two fingers in, curling them just right. “You don’t need him. You don’t need anyone but me.”

“Geon-woo, please—”

You didn’t even have to finish. He pulled his sweats down just enough to free himself and slammed into you with one powerful thrust, making you cry out. He fucked like he fought—hard, focused, determined to win.

Each snap of his hips was possessive, deep, and perfect. He held your wrists above your head, body caging yours in, eyes dark with want.

“You’re mine. Say it.”

“I’m yours,” you gasped, hips arching to meet his every thrust. “Fuck, I’m yours, Geon-woo.”

“That’s right,” he hissed, lips brushing your ear. “No one else gets to touch you like this. No one else makes you cum like I do.”

You came around him fast and hard, trembling beneath him, breath catching in your throat. He didn’t stop. Not until he spilled inside you with a groan so deep it made your legs shake all over again.

Later, when the air was still and your body was sore in the best way, Geon-woo gathered you into his arms.

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said softly, lips brushing your hair. “Just... hate seeing you with someone else.”

You smiled faintly against his chest. “You could’ve just told me you were jealous.”

He chuckled, pulling the blanket over both of you. “I figured showing you would work better.”

It did.

Oh, it definitely did.

[midnite-c6]

i have so many different au ideas with namgyu and thanos

imagine frontman!namgyu and thanos (imagine there can be two) and timid!reader (who won a game before but wanted to stop it like Gi-hun)

frontman!namgyu and thanos who joins the game again to see their timid!reader, seeing how you’re just as shy as you were when you first played.

frontman!namgyu and thanos know you can protect yourself but they can’t help but be protective especially after seeing how shy you still are

ong the manipulation AND the mocking. foaming at the mouth, drooling. offtopic: 001 was hot asf, but this aint abt him.

frontman!thanos & nam-gyu x timid!reader imagine!! warnings: 18+, DARK content, noncon, sa, manipulation (please read at ur own risk guys D: !!!!)

god they were definitely laughing to themselves to see you try again in stopping their games, i mean, who tf r u anyway, but damn were you so cute for trying. like.. watching you last time, neither of them expected you to win, but theyre def pleased you did! and now that you joined again.. they decided to play with you and your feelings! omg you'll be saying your masterplan and they'd nod so sweetly like they trust you with all their heart :< & when you tell them to vote X, they vote X! you just can't help but be grateful since the two "sweetest" boys who seem pretty strong are on your team, (they're not, but they're definitely tag-teaming you)

ohhh you're so glad that there were truly good people in the world, or you were just too naive..and dumb.. so dumb for trusting them, trusting them SO much to let them give you one last sweet goodbye before fighting the guards during lights out..

nam-gyu wraps his arms around your waist securely, nuzzling against the crook of your neck, your back tightly pressed against his chest. thanos is on watch duty since you suggested that one person should always stay awake during lights out, they cleverly figured that one of them should keep you eeeeextra safe, and who are you to really decline the offer?

nsfw below!!-> (⁠っ⁠˘⁠з⁠(⁠˘⁠⌣⁠˘⁠ ⁠).

his warm breath tickles the exposed skin of your neck. he had always been the more 'physical' one from the two, he loves to just touch you everywhere, and you let him, i mean he's just so caring, and his past is so tragic you can't help but feel bad :<. his hand moves from your waist to your stomach, before going higher to lightly graze your chest. you squirm underneath his touch, lightly moving his hand, thinking it wasn't intentional. a few minutes later,, he'd move his hand again, this time underneath your shirt, lightly squeezing your chest, making you go wide awake! "nam-gyu.." "yeah?.." he whispers sleepily, "..i can't sleep, miss." he'd continue to tease your nipples, making them harden by his rough fingers :< "w..why are you touching me there?" you whispered so purely, you're gonna be the death of him, he hums, "why..? do you want me to touch you somewhere else?" you couldn't help but whine from the painful feeling, "n-nam-gyu.." he shushes you, "it's okay.. i'm gonna miss you. once we defeat whoever's behind these games, we might not see eachother again.." his hand quickly moved underneath your pants, slipping easily past the waistband of your panties, "but.. w.. we'll definitely see eachother again.." he groans "do you not want this?" "u-uhm.." you can't reply, distracted by his pointer finger hastily tickling your sensitive bud or how your skin feels warmer and warmer by his hot breath touching your skin everytime he exhales. "i just want to thank you, for guiding us, keeping everyone alive y'know?" you still couldn't reply. "its like..." his lips brush your skin, "..you are an angel sent from above." how could you decline??

"time's up bro- oh, shit, you actually did it." thanos looked in awe, but he'd quickly pull at player 124's jacket and take him away off of you, "fuck you." nam-gyu only replied as thanos takes his spot. he'd make you face him, seeing a "betrayed" look on your face. "oh what's wrong, baby..?" he pouted, a hand gently cupping your face. you'd stare right into his blue eyes. "don't.. don't worry, we're just both scared, like you.." you furrow your brows, what does he mean?? "i mean.. there's a chance we die tomorrow.. baby, i'll forever forget not getting a taste of you, you understand, right?" you nodded, only because you were being nice, not because you understood. he smiled.

"this'll be fast, angel." you were such an angel. really.

sorry i love nam-gyu somuch guys sorrh GETTING THRU MY DRAFTS ONE BY ONE!! WOOO!! thanos x namgyusgf!reader next!! :^

[kxsagi]

OMG REQS ARE OPEN!! could i possibly get a part 2 to the “she’s nothing like the girl you’ve ever seen before” (basically an extremely pretty reader) but with yukimiya, otoya and aiku? thank youuu :))

“𝐬𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐭. 𝟐”

a/n: yesss ofc!!! pt. 1 is here

also don’t know if anyone got the title reference but it’s a lyric from sexy bitch by david guetta LMAO (that song is fire)

ft. yukimiya kenyu, otoya eita, aiku oliver

yukimiya kenyu – “she’s beautiful and mine. please stop looking at her. please.” 

despite being a model himself, yukimiya is so painfully aware of how attractive you are. like, to a spiritual level. 

he’ll walk into a café with you and immediately sense it. the shift in energy. the glances. the triple-takes. 

“you saw that guy, right?” “which one?” “exactly.” 

he’s not jealous per se, but he does pull you a little closer by the waist and gives a few proud side-eyes like, yeah, look. she's mine. admire all you want, peasants. 

if someone dares approach you when he's not by your side, he'll suddenly appear out of nowhere like a protective spell. 

one time you were getting groceries and a guy tried to chat you up by the onions. yukimiya appeared like: “hi, angel. did you find the truffle oil?” you were shopping for rice. 

he’s dramatic. “you know, it’s hard being the boyfriend of the prettiest girl on earth. it’s emotionally taxing.” 

but the truth? every time someone stares at you, he gets a little smug. he knew you were a showstopper. the world’s just catching up. 

otoya eita – “damn you’re hot. what was i saying again? right. we’re in public.” 

otoya’s ego thrives off of your looks. like, yeah, you turn heads, but so does he. and together? you two are obnoxiously hot. 

it’s his favorite game to count how many people check you out during a date. “that’s five. six if you count the waiter. gosh, you’re unreal.” 

doesn’t get jealous at all. in fact, he loves watching you ignore everyone else because it feeds into his delusion that you’re obsessed with him. 

“they can look. but only i get to see your skincare routine up close. perks of being irresistible.” 

otoya will dramatically fan himself if you wear anything revealing. literally falls over the arm of the couch like, “babe, i can’t go out like this. i’ll fight someone. with my bare hands.” 

also won’t hesitate to wrap an arm around your shoulders with the most stupidly smug expression. 

if someone flirts with you in public, otoya will just grin and go, “thanks, i think she’s hot too. but she likes emotionally unstable pretty boys, so... better luck next time.” 

you're his favorite flex and he’s never subtle about it. 

aiku oliver – “you look hot. no, seriously. i need you to tone it down. people are staring and i’m gonna lose it.” 

oliver talks a big game, but the second you walk out in a cute outfit? he’s malfunctioning. 

one time you wore a red dress and he just stood there like: “... i need to sit down.” 

literally grits his teeth when he catches other guys checking you out. “he blinked at you. twice. that’s flirting in guy language.” 

gets all possessive out of nowhere. like you’re walking past a group of dudes and suddenly his hand is on your lower back. 

“damn, can you walk like... less sexier? it’s not safe.” 

acts super calm but is actually fuming inside if a guy even looks at you wrong. guy: “wow, your girlfriend’s gorgeous.” oliver, smiling: “she is. also i’m trained in three forms of combat. just so you know.” 

but! deep down, he’s proud. he knows you could have anyone, and yet you’re his. 

“can’t blame them for staring. i stare at you, too.” “that’s sweet.” “no i mean like. all the time. i barely get things done.” 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[holdmytesseract]

dad-to-be!Daryl absolutely pampering reader. She's just started experiencing Braxton Hicks contractions and she's scared about the real deal happening soon, so Daryl takes it upon himself to help her relieve some stress. Bathing her, making her food—or, well, trying to—painting her nails with some nail polish he got from Maggie or someone, etc. just sweet Daryl all around.

Love you if you write this, love you if you don't! Don't feel pressured at all, love 💜

In This Together

Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader

Summary: Starting to experience Braxton Hicks, your archer is more than adamant to be by your side.

Warnings: usual TWD stuff? fluff, pregnancy stuff, mentions of a injury and a fight, bit angst, protective!Daryl

Set in the beginning of Season 9!

Word Count: 3,3k

a/n: Here we are. Dad-to-be!Daryl! 🥰

Thank you SO much for sending me this, @dixons-sunshine ! I LOVED writing it! 🧡 I hope you don't mind that I, uh, drifted 'off-topic' a bit. The writing department in my brain just has its own mind... 🫣

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"So... This is nothing I have to be afraid of?" You asked hesitatingly; voice still thick with concern. Siddiq gave you a bright smile, which was a clear attempt to nip your worries in the bud. "No, Y/N, absolutely not. It's perfectly normal and important to experience Braxton Hicks. And besides it's an indication that my estimations are correct. You're about twenty-eight weeks along now, I'd say - in time frame for that to happen." You nodded; finding Siddiq's reassuring words truly helpful. "O-Okay... But there's nothing I can do about it, right?" "No, sorry. You just have to go through them." You gave the doctor another nod, "Alright..." and moved to sit up on the makeshift examination table; Siddiq immediately offering you a hand to help you up - which you gladly took. "Thanks." The man smiled at you once more and stood to his feet as well; placing a hand on your shoulder.

"Just remember, it's important for your body. It's practice." "Yeah," you answered; rubbing the back of your neck. "Won't change that Daryl's gonna be worried sick... Dunno if he knows what Braxton Hicks are." Siddiq chuckled; knowing exactly what you meant. He got to know the archer way better the past months, and knew what he was 'capable' of...

"Explain it to him like I did to you. He'll understand." "Mhm, yeah, gotta try." You offered the man opposite you a last smile, patting your thigh to gain the attention of your furry, four-legged friend and headed for the door; "Thanks, Siddiq!" Dog following close behind. "Sure thing, Y/N." The doctor watched you leave, before he returned to his work.

You made your way slowly back to the basement apartment you and the archer shared. It took you about two times longer now to head from the infirmary back home; due to the pregnancy and its side effects. Your feet were swollen and hurting, just like your back now and then. It could be quite frustrating from time to time, especially when your husband wasn't around to give you endless foot rubs and massages - just like at the moment. Daryl was stationed and working at the bridge since almost two weeks now... You missed him - a lot. The daily conversations over the walkie-talkie weren't just enough anymore.

Knowing he'd be away for at least a month, he left Dog with you; trusting the faithful canine to keep you safe. He did and seemed to understand exactly what his dad asked him to do. Dog was like glued to your side; never leaving. You thought it was adorable and utterly precious.

Closing the door of the basement behind yourself and Dog, you grabbed the walkie-talkie and plopped down on the sofa with a sigh. Since the sun had started to sink, you hoped that Daryl could spare some time for you now to talk. Sure, he always did, but you hated to keep him from important things. After all, he was an important figure in this whole construction Rick and everyone else had built over the years. Daryl wasn't 'just' a right-hand-man anymore... He was a leader - and you weren't just talking about the Sanctuary.

"Daryl?" You pressed the button of the radio and called out his name, before letting go of said button again; waiting for an answer. After a few moments of silence, you tried again. "Dar? You here?"

It took the archer another few moments to answer. "Yeah, 'm here," his slightly static voice suddenly sounded from the small device in your hands; giving you a little scare. "Sorry, sunshine. Been wantin' ta get away from that bridge first 'n into my tent." He paused for a short moment.

"Everything a'right with ya two?"

You smiled; already loving to hear his voice. Dog's ears perked up as well, before he quickly joined you on the sofa and snuggled against your left leg; head resting on your thigh. Your free hand immediately went to give the canine some well-deserved head scratches.

"Hey, baby. Yeah, we're good; just missing you..." An adorable grunt could be heard from the other end. "Don get me started on how much 'm missin' my girls."

Your heart clenched at his words; bottom lip wobbling dangerously. What you would give to curl up in his arms now...

Somewhat between a sob and a laugh was escaping your lips. "Baby, you gotta stop that, or you're gonna make me cry, what in return in going to make our munchkin even more sad." "Even more sad? Whaddaya mean?" Daryl asked; his attention falling on his unborn child in concern. You smiled sadly and started to absentmindedly caress your baby bump; letting go of Dog, who was dozing peacefully.

"She's very unsettled and... antsy. I can feel it. She kicks more than usually a-and well... I think it's because she misses her daddy. She's used to hear your voice, you know, and now it's not there. Over the radio isn't the real thing..."

All you could hear for quite a few moments from 'the other end of the line' was silence. You frowned and just opened your mouth to say something, when you heard his voice again. "'M comin' home," Daryl stated. Your eyes widened. That wasn't your intention... You knew that he had to stay. Rick needed him there, but his words were also so tempting... And the fact that he was willing to drop everything just to drive back to Alexandria in order to calm his unborn daughter caused your ovaries to explode.

But you knew better, unfortunately.

"No, Daryl. You gotta stay. Rick needs you." He scoffed. "But our munchkin needs me more..." Well, damn. That was actually the truth. Valid point. "I know, baby, but I got it, okay? It's only two more weeks..." "Yeah, 's two weeks too much," he grumbled in return. "I know, but look... After that is done you won't have to leave us again until the birth. Rick promised, remember?" Daryl sighed; remembering his brother's words.

You were sure you had convinced him with that; already celebrating your victory over his stubbornness internally, when your body decided to throw a wrench in the works... Hitting you with a Braxton Hicks contraction.

Of course, you didn't see it coming - how could you? And therefore left a loud hiss your lips, followed by a small, yet painful cry, before you were even able to stop it.

You knew right away that you were screwed now. That wasn't how you planned to tell him... Fuck.

"Y/N?!" His panicked voice instantly urged to your ears. And Daryl wasn't the only one worrying... Dog had woken from his sleep by your cry; ears perked. He was wincing and repeatedly nudging you with his wet snout.

"Y/N!" "I-I'm here, Daryl," you radioed back as soon as the mild contraction subsided. Taking a deep breath, your free hand returned to the canine curled up against your side; petting his fur. "I'm okay, Dog, I'm okay..." You reassured Daryl's animal companion.

"Wha' wrong?! Are ya in pain?! Please talk ta me, woman!" You swallowed; redirecting your attention back to your worried husband. "I'm good, don't worry. It's just... I, uh, started having Braxton Hicks..." "Braxton wha'?" "Braxton Hicks... Those are, um, mild contractions. It's something that occurs between the twentieth and thirty-fifth week of pregnancy. My body is, uh, practising for the birth," you explained; biting your lip, before quickly adding: "Siddiq says it's a good thing a-and perfectly normal."

There was silence on the other end for a long moment, before the click-clacking sound of the little device in your hand announced Daryl's voice again. "'M comin' home," he stated once more; now drop-dead serious. "Packin' my stuff right now."

Damnit...

"Baby..." "Nah. Ya ain't talkin' me outta this, Y/N. Yer in pain, havin' fuckin' contractions! 'M comin' home." You sighed; knowing that starting yet another 'discussion' would be most likely fruitless. You couldn't stop him. Not again. "Imma talk ta Rick first thing in the mornin' 'n leave as soon as I can." "I won't win another argument, will I?" "Nah, ya ain't."

You sighed again, but ultimately gave in. "Alright... I'll see you tomorrow then... Be safe and drive carefully, yes?" "Of course, sunshine. Don worry 'bout me. You stay safe, ya hear me?" "Promise." "Good. I love ya. Both 'a ya." "We love you, too."

With yet another sigh, you put the walkie-talkie aside; placing it on the small coffee table in front of you. You didn't want Daryl to cut this 'mission' short just because of a few cramps, but on the other hand, you couldn't deny that you looked forward now to see him again. Two weeks felt like ages.

You smiled; cupping your baby bump once more. "You heard that, munchkin? Daddy's coming home tomorrow."

Daryl had a hard time sleeping that night - naturally. He was way too worried, and therefore just decided to spend the rest of the night on watch; waiting for the sun to rise.

Once the other people in the camp had started their day as well and the place was literally bustling with members of all the various communities, the archer sought out his brother...

"Rick." Said man was currently talking to Cindy and Beatrice from Oceanside as Daryl approached. The former policeman's eyes travelled shortly to Daryl, before he ended his conversation with the two women and shifted his attention. Cindy and Beatrice passed Daryl by; giving the archer a nod, which he answered with a curt jut of his head.

"Mornin'," Rick greeted his brother; hands on his hips. "You good?" The leader was indirectly referring to the last remains of a fight his friend had with Justin - a Savior, few days prior. Daryl had clearly won that argument, but a very prominent cut above his upper lip was the price he had to pay.

The archer put Rick off; "'M fine." quickly dismissing the topic. "But we gotta talk." Rick nodded and gestured at the huge tent only a few yards away, in which everything else got usually discussed as well. Wordlessly, Daryl followed him; stepping through the flaps of the dark green tent.

"I gotta go back home." He didn't beat around the bush. Why should he? "Y/N's experiencin' those... fake contractions, 'n the baby's very restless; givin' 'er a hard time as well. She needs me," Daryl explained; biting the inside of his bottom lip. "I know ya need me 'ere too, 'n 'm sorry, but-" "Y/N and the baby are your priority, I know," Rick interrupted the archer and gave him a smile. "As it should be, Daryl. They're your family. Go home. We got this." He nodded; head lowered. "Thanks, man." Rick smiled once more and gave his brother a pat on the shoulder. "Be safe, yeah?" "Ya too."

Not even ten minutes later was Daryl kneeling beside his bike to strap his crossbow on the vehicle; ready to leave. The camp was bustling with people, and yet found him a specific pair of eyes...

"You're leaving?" Carol asked as she came to stand beside him; arms crossed over her chest. "Without saying goodbye? Shame on you." Daryl looked up, almost apologetically. "Yeah, 'm leavin'. Y/N needs me," he explained; getting to his feet. "But I was gonna say goodbye. I ain't jus' leavin' ya." A frown carved itself immediately in the woman's forehead. "Is everything alright? Y/N and the baby are fine, right?" The archer nodded. "Yeah, jus' some fake contractions 's all, but I wanna help 'er through this. 'Sides the lil' munchkin 's missin' me," he explained; shrugging his shoulders and moving to mount his bike.

Carol gave him a cheeky, yet happy smile. "I think you're the happiest I have ever seen you, you know that? It's good, pookie." "Pf," Daryl scoffed and grunted; couldn't stop his cheeks from reddening. "Stop." His best friend smiled even brighter. "No, 'cause it is a good thing. You deserve this. To be happy. You do." The smile he gave Carol then was nothing but sincere. He wasn't a man of much words, but the woman knew, of course.

Daryl started the engine and exchanged a last look with his best friend, before he drove off.

Since you knew that Daryl was returning sometime this morning, you decided to take on Michonne's watch. It took you all the convincing skills you had, but in the end gave your friend in. Some fresh air was always a good thing, right? And all you wanted was to see your husband approaching safely the gates.

You didn't know exactly how much time had passed, but you were pretty sure it had been a few hours, until you heard that familiar sound of an approaching motorcycle. Standing up from the comfortable camping chair Michonne had gotten up on the wooden tower only for you, you watched with a smile how Daryl drove up to the gates - which got immediately opened for him. The archer had seen you, of course. A short eye contact was enough to display the feelings exploding within the both of you. Especially happiness and love.

Well, it had been two long weeks...

Your husband drove past the gates; immediately turning off the engine and dismounting his beloved vehicle, while you moved to slowly climb down the wooden ladder - step after step. You were carrying precious cargo, after all. About halfway down, you suddenly felt two big palms settling firmly on your hips. "Careful, sunshine," the archer's deep, smokey voice urged to your ears. You smiled; his touch and voice sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. Planting both feet firmly on the ground again, you immediately turned to hug the man as tight as your baby bump allowed.

"Daryl...," you breathed; inhaling his scent and fighting the tears - kudos to your hormones. "Hey, sweetheart." He held you just as firm, before he pulled back to gaze concerningly in your eyes. "Wha' were ya doin' up there?" He nodded at the watch tower. "Waiting for you, of course." Daryl grunted in clear dislike. "Ya shouldn't be up there. 'S dangerous. 'Specially alone."

You appreciated and treasured his protectiveness, but in that very moment was the watch tower the last thing you thought about.

Rolling your eyes with a smile, you cupped your husband's cheek. "Shut up and kiss me." Daryl still wasn't entirely comfortable of displaying affection in public, even after all those years - what you didn't mind, of course, but in that very moment, he didn't give a fuck. The longing and the ache in his heart after having to be away from you for so long was taking over.

He grunted in fake annoyance, before he dipped his head to meet your lips halfway in a deep, longing kiss. "I missed you so much, Dar," you whispered against his lips and bestowed another sweet, short kiss upon them. "Missed ya, too, sunshine." You smiled; his cheeks still cupped by your hands, as your eyes roamed his handsome face. But your happy expression got quickly replaced by a frown as you noticed the small injury above his lips.

"Where did you get that cut, baby?" Daryl shook his head; hands squeezing your hips in a reassuring manner. "'S nothing, sweetheart. Jus' got in a fight a few days ago 's all." Your eyes darkened. "One of the Saviors?" He nodded. "Justin. He was bein' an asshole. Couldn't let tha' slip." You sighed; nodding. "Does it hurt?" Concern flamed up within you once again. "Nah. Not anymore."

You wanted to answer him, but another cramp shot through your lower abdomen; causing you to grimace. Daryl's grip tightened again on an instant. "Contraction?" "Y-Yeah..." You confirmed; luckily feeling the period cramp like pain subsiding again. "C'mon, sunshine. Let's getcha back home. 'M here fer ya two now. Ain't gonna leave again."

You weren't the only one being happy about Daryl's return. Dog was happy too; almost taking the bulky man off his feet with the force he threw himself on him; paws connecting with Daryl's broad chest. You only watched with a smile; hands supporting your baby bump.

Speaking of... The tiny girl living in your womb was ecstatic to hear her father's voice again. You could feel it. Once you had cuddled up with Daryl on the sofa, to catch up on the lost time of physical contact and conversations, you felt her move; recognising Daryl's voice and seemingly that the hands around her home weren't yours as well... Daryl was about to tell you about working at the bridge, when a tiny foot connected with the palm of his hand. "Was tha'...?" You giggled; nodding. "A foot, yep. She got super active within the last hour. She knows her daddy is back. Told you she missed you." A breathless laugh left your husband's mouth; his thumbs starting to caress the clothed skin of your stomach. "Hey in there, lil' munchkin. I missed ya too, ya know."

He received another strong kick in return.

"She's got bigger 'n stronger. I can tell." "Yeah? You think so?" You asked; turning your head to gaze at the archer over your shoulder. "Yeah. Can feel it. 'S different." You just smiled at him; loving how observing he was and cuddled further into his arms; enjoying every second of your reunion.

"Daryl?" You asked after a few minutes of pleasant silence. "Yeah?" You swallowed; picking at your nails. "Those Braxton Hicks I had the past days... They kinda, uh, gave me the creeps a little bit. I-I mean... I know now that the birth isn't very far away and that the real contractions will be way worse. That's... scaring." The archer nodded; biting the inside of his lower lip. "'M sorry 'bout that, sunshine.... Wish I could take tha' fear away, but... 'm afraid too. 'M scared of losin' ya or her, or hence even both 'a ya. But we gotta make this somehow, right? We're in this together. You 'n me. I ain't ever leavin' yer side."

To hear that Daryl had his fears as well was weirdly reassuring for you; knowing that you were truly not alone in this - in every aspect.

You laid your hands on top of Daryl's, which were still resting on your baby bump. "W-We gotta make it, yeah. You and me. Together." You felt Daryl nuzzling your neck; his goatee scratching your skin and his chapped lips aiming for a kiss. "Like we always do."

The following days and weeks were spent by the archer to help you through the Braxton Hicks contractions whenever you got hit by one, and through the pregnancy in general, of course. He was even more attentive and protective than in the beginning and was doing everything in his power to take away the stress and make you feel as comfortable as possible - which included pampering you. Endless foot rubs and back massages, running countless baths for you, getting you your latest craving - even in the middle of the night, and of course cooking food for you. The cooking wasn't always successful, but you loved the man for all the effort he put in. Daryl took you on walks around Alexandria regularly as well; making sure you'd get some fresh air. Certainly not outside the walls, but he'd accompany you everywhere you wished inside the walls.

Daryl even agreed on painting your nails, which ended in a mild disaster, but it definitely didn't fail to put a big smile on your face.

And when the tiny miracle inside you finally decided to see the light of the day and Daryl's hand was tightly locked with yours as you went through labour, you knew that everything would be alright, because you got Daryl and Daryl got you.

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𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 — dean finds out the real reason why you haven't been on a date since the two of you broke up. ۶ৎ

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 — jealousy . angst . ex-bf!dean . fighting (verbal + physical) . confrontation . est. relationship with sam . ۶ৎ

dean winchester had been stalking following you around for years—way beyond your breakup. the split that he had initiated. because he fell out of love with you. because he couldn't commit while holding down the same job you were doing alongside him and his younger brother.

but of course, it was all a lie. he never fell out of love with you, he'd be fucking insane to do that. no, the problem was that he loved you too much. so much that he himself couldn't handle it.

he'd been in love before—but not to this extent.

it was the way his heart physically ached when you were barely a few steps away from him. when he'd practically jump up at the echoes of your voice filling the bunker's empty halls. the silent need to have a hand on you at all times just to remind himself that you were real and you chose him to be with. he'd kiss your skin with a soft tenderness that he'd never shown to another woman before.

he loves you. because he never stopped. even when he scared himself to the point of letting you go. and he continues to live in fear, afraid that you'd find someone else, someone better than him. and he could never allow that.

which is what brings him to yet another bar, watching you slowly nurse a beer in the comfort of a booth across the dimly lit room. he had arrived and sat on a stool about a minute ago, sipping from his own beer bottle while he simply watched. his eyes zeroed in on the way you were absentmindedly tapping your fingers on the sticky dark wood of the table, the beat of the music blaring from the speakers matching your movements.

you were humming along to the lyrics, a sound he had missed so dearly. you'd hum in the mornings while you made him breakfast, always making a healthier meal for sam. you were always so thoughtful and caring. not only looking after him, but his brother, too. and he adored you for it.

but what he didn't adore was the shadow of a man walking up and taking the open spot in front of you, your eyes lighting up when you saw him.

the sight made dean's blood boil. who the fuck was this guy? why were you so excited to see him?

he tried to drown out the chaos that filled the bar, focusing on you and this mystery man. but oh, how he regretted that choice. because the voice he heard, he knew all too well. and he knew the nickname that fell from your lips in the same uncomfortable familiarity.

"sorry i took so long, i was texting dean back."

"aw, it's okay, sammy. no need to apologize."

no. fucking. way.

dean immediately shot out of his seat, grabbing his drink and walking to the other seating areas on his side of the bar, now getting a good head-on view of the two of you. you. his brother. making fucking heart-eyes at each other and giggling at the fact that sam had texted him back about how he was 'gonna keep doing research at the library' and to 'not wait up'.

which was true. dean's phone had vibrated in his pocket mere seconds before sam went back to your booth.

his hearing was now detecting only you and sam's voices, easily blocking out everything and everyone else with no problem.

"he's here, y'know," you took a sip, "dean." you set the bottle back on the table. sam nodded with a sigh, "yeah, i know. he told me he was gonna 'check out the local bar', but i knew he was coming to see you." he replied.

a small grin began to play on your lips, "and that's why you came to see me first?" you teased with a tilt of your head, making him laugh.

"no, baby," he dismissed with a laugh before reaching out for your hand, giving it a light squeeze when you reciprocated the hold. "i came to see you because i love you."

those three words and that stupid petname—oh, it set dean off.

rage quickly filled his veins at the sight of you murmuring the same words back to him, sealing it with a kiss. it was as if his ears had stopped working. the world went quiet except for an irritating buzz in his head. he watched you kiss his brother with the same admiration and excitement that would pool through when you used to kiss him.

sam had held onto your face with his other hand. and you leaned into his touch—nearly melting.

dean couldn't handle this. i mean, how could anyone? his brother was betraying him. you were betraying him. granted, you weren't his anymore. the two of you had every right to do this. but that doesn't make it any less hurtful.

dean felt sick to his stomach, contrasting the butterflies fluttering in yours and sam's. millions of questions ran through his head. the two of you knew he was here, that he'd follow you, but when did you both catch on? well, he wasn't the most subtle about it. he'd lead himself and sam to towns he knew you'd be at—whenever he was sure of it, which was a few times every other month.

but sam? oh, sam knew where you were every. single. time. and he let his own brother fall into a frenzy. all while he was charming you. loving you. just like dean did. hell, he still does.

when did you two even start talking? had the two of you always seen each other romantically? was sam better than him? is this relationship out of spite? or did dean fuck up so badly, that you went to his brother instead?

that was it. it had to be it.

and the guilt and anger began to eat at him.

he turned out of the bar, paying for his unfinished drink beforehand. he made his way to the impala, getting in and driving it across the parking lot to where your car sat. the two of you had intimate moments in his car, but what about you and sam in yours? it was seemingly the only place unless sam snuck all the way to your motel every time.

but god, if that thought didn't kill him. the fact that sam probably got to bend you in the same silly ways he used to, just in the girlier setting of your own vehicle instead of the sweaty-skin-sticking-to-leather of his own.

dean's mind was spinning. he just couldn't believe it. you and sam? after everything between you and himself? and the very messy, very loud breakup in the bunker—that sam had to deescalate from how terrible it was. had he been plotting since then? seeing how horrible his older brother treated you during it, and vowing to be a better man for you?

he scoffed at the thoughts that raced his mind.

sure, he yelled. but you were screaming. for good reason, too. a spontaneous breakup on top of recovering from an extremely difficult and brutal hunt? of course you'd be furious. but he was becoming frantic, erratic. his voice booming against the walls of the bunker, leading all the way to sam's room and alerting him immediately.

the taller and younger winchester had nearly broke dean's door off it's hinges just to get inside the room, panic zooming through his veins as you and dean had nearly never fought, especially like this. and sam had to restraint both of you apart from each other in the—incredibly impossible yet still manageable—chance that the verbal brawl could take a turn for the worst. which was a reach, as dean would never in a million years use his hands against you, and you with him. but sam wasn't taking any chances with the heated argument ahead of him.

but on the contrary, dean wasn't afraid to go at it with his little brother. especially with the current circumstances.

so he got out of his car and made his way over to yours, leaning against the back of it with his arms crossed. waiting.

he was waiting for you and sam to walk out of those doors. he wanted to confront both of you—although he knew he should likely leave you be, knowing he won't make this go as smoothly as he's pretending. he just couldn't sit there after what he saw, he had to say something. had to see you. had to cause a scene. had to punch his brother. just something.

the two of you eventually walked out of the bar, holding hands while matching smiles were plasted on your faces. you were still giggling at something sam had said while his smile faltered, slowly dropping completely at the sight of his brother.

you turned your head and immediately dropped all happiness from your face. what the fuck was he doing on your car?

you thought you had said it in your head, but the flare of dean's nostrils and slight panic in sam's eyes showed that you voiced the angry question out through the dense air.

"what the fuck are you doing with my brother?" dean retorted, trying to suppress his bubbling rage. he then turned to sam, his gaze turning into one more of hurt and sadness. "and you. the hell are you thinking, sammy? goin' around with my ex? kissin' her like i did? doin' shit you watched us do together? i thought we said no more lies." his tone got angrier towards the end, his brows furrowing in frustration.

you squeezed your boyfriend's hand, opening your mouth to speak before he cut in, stopping you from cussing out his brother.

"i'm thinking that you need to go back to the motel, get some rest and clear your head. this isn't gonna go well like this." sam spoke softly yet sternly, trying to deescalate the situation yet again before it could get bad. and dean wasn't having it.

"no. no, i won't." dean got off your car and began to walk closer, "because you lied about research. you lied about not talking to her. you lied about not having a girlfriend." he scoffed, "hell, you probably lied about the damn case we're on!" he threw his arms out while you rolled your eyes.

"you don't need to know if sam has a girlfriend or not. especially when you hid me from him for almost two damn years, dean!" you shouted, sam holding you back from charging at the older winchester.

"that was to protect you!" dean pointed a finger. "protect me from what?! sam?!" you scoffed as your boyfriend in question gently rubbed your back. "you weren't trying to protect her from me, dean. you were just scared she'd leave you for me." sam spoke.

and that was the catalyst that sent dean off the edge.

he charged at his brother, sam pushing you out of the way. dean threw a punch, sam dodged it smoothly. sam landed a hit to the side of dean's face, making dean swing back.

you were screaming at them to stop. your voice was cracking, quickly going hoarse from the strain of your vocal chords. you were panicking, and they were trying to kill each other. sounds of attacks being successful, clothes rustling, pained and furious grunts, some blood here and there, and the sheer terror in your tone filled the parking lot.

"sam! sammy!" you wailed, tears spilling down your face. "dean! dean, please!" you pleaded. you ran up to the heaving, fighting winchesters, sweat and blood mixed on their skin. you used all of your strength to pull whoever was on top off the other, the task being difficult as they were now rolling on the ground. you eventually got sam off of dean, a sigh of relief from successfully stopping the flying punches.

"you okay, sammy?" you asked your boyfriend, sucking in a breath through your teeth at the bruise and gash on his face. "m'fine, honey." he huffed, his broad chest puffing up and down in time with his breathing. sam stared at his beaten older brother, trying to get up to fight him more.

"enough, dean!" you held a hand out in his direction. "no," dean spit out some blood as he stood up, "no, this isn't over. you're supposed to be mine! not his!" he gurgled due to the amount of blood coming from his mouth.

"i'm not supposed to be anyone's! yes, at one point i was yours, but now i'm choosing to be sam's. because you're the one that left. you broke up with me, remember? and sam was there for me when i needed you! he helped and took care of me!" your chest heaved, your lungs desperately trying to get air. you let out a sniffle as you stared at your ex-boyfriend, your gaze changing into a soft showing of guilt.

"it's over, de, it's been over for years," you sighed. the nickname fell from your lips as if it had never left, and it shattered both yours and dean's hearts. "i'm sorry. but please just go. let me go. please." you backed up a few steps, your head making contact with sam's chest as he held your shoulders.

dean was shutting down. tears were flowing down his face, mixing with the bloody sweat over his new bruises. all he could do was stare. stare at you with sam. a picture perfect couple—more than you and himself had ever been. his lip quivered as he forced himself into acceptance, giving a simple nod to you both before walking to the impala.

he got in and began to drive away, his vision and mind both completely clouded. you and sam watched as he zoomed by, presumably leaving all the way back to the bunker. you looked up at sam, him down on you. small smiles of regret, sadness, and love made their way onto your faces.

it was over. you two could be happy. well, as happy as you could get with sam losing his brother over you. but you both wanted to forget it, just for a little bit. or until dean calls.

𝘨𝘢𝘣𝘴 𝘺𝘢𝘱𝘴 — saw the gif and felt compelled to write this idk why. but the reader is lowkey me bc if i lost one of them i'd definitely go for the other immediately LMFAO. likes, comments, + reblogs are very appreciated!! ۶ৎ

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SUMMARY : Naruto’s head is spinning — he likes you, but Sasuke seems to have caught your attention too. Feeling like the underdog has never been this hard. | the request

CONTENT WARNINGS : None ( This story is soft, wholesome, and fluff-centered. Only slight angst, violence, or triggering content.)

Naruto knew he wasn’t subtle. Not even close.

When you walked into the room, his whole face lit up like a sunrise and every other thought in his brain disappeared like a puff of smoke. He’d go quiet for maybe two seconds — a miracle in itself — before he started talking way too fast, way too loud, and laughing at jokes that weren’t even funny.

He liked you. A lot. That part was obvious to literally everyone but you.

But lately… something had changed.

It started with the way Sasuke had started standing next to you more often. Nothing dramatic. Just little things. He handed you your scroll before anyone else. Sparred with you a little longer during training. Even gave you a rare, genuine compliment after that mission with the rogue mist ninja. (“That genjutsu counter you used… it was smart. Effective.”)

And Naruto saw it all.

He saw the way you smiled after Sasuke spoke, the way your expression softened like you were letting your guard down. And every time, Naruto felt like someone had punched a hole right through his chest.

“Oi, Naruto,” Kiba said during lunch one day. “You good?”

Naruto’s chopsticks hovered over his bowl of ramen. He didn’t even realize he’d stopped eating.

“Huh? Yeah. I’m fine,” he said quickly, forcing a grin. “Just thinking.”

That was a lie. He hated thinking lately.

Because no matter how many times he tried to tell himself it was fine — that you were just being polite, that Sasuke didn’t like you like that — deep down, he knew better.

Sasuke was cool. Strong. Quiet in that mysterious, brooding way people liked for some reason. Girls had always liked Sasuke. Naruto had seen it since the Academy. And you… you were amazing. Kind and funny and crazy smart and always two steps ahead during missions. You were out of his league — and now you and Sasuke were spending more time together than ever.

Naruto jabbed at his ramen again.

“Hey,” Shikamaru muttered from across the table. “You’re gonna break your bowl if you keep stabbing it.”

Naruto scowled and mumbled, “I’m not stabbing it.”

But he was. Kind of.

౨ৎ

The worst moment came during sparring practice.

It was a warm afternoon. Sun overhead. Birds chirping like they didn’t know Naruto’s world was collapsing.

You were up next. Paired with Sasuke.

Of course.

He stood across from you, calm as ever, his eyes already analyzing your stance before you even moved. You smiled — that soft, unreadable smile you gave only when you were focused — and nodded at him once.

Naruto stood at the edge of the training field, arms crossed, trying really hard not to sulk. But he couldn’t stop watching. Couldn’t stop comparing.

Your fight was so smooth. No yelling. No clumsy punches or flashy jutsu. Just two skilled shinobi moving like you’d known each other for years. You even paused once mid-combo to dodge a kunai Sasuke had thrown behind you — and he smirked, clearly impressed.

Naruto felt like throwing up.

By the end of the match, Sasuke extended a hand to help you up from the dirt. And you took it. Smiling. Laughing.

Naruto turned away.

“They’ll never pick me,” he muttered under his breath, fists clenched at his sides. “Sasuke’s so much cooler than me.”

That night, he didn’t sleep. Just lay on the roof of his apartment, staring at the stars, wondering what it would’ve been like if he were someone else — someone quieter, smoother, someone you could actually like.

He didn’t know that everything was about to change.

౨ৎ

You found him two days later, sitting under a tree behind the training grounds, legs sprawled out in front of him and his hands behind his head.

“Oi,” you said gently, “you’ve been quiet lately.”

Naruto startled and sat up fast, like he’d been caught stealing.

“W-what? Me? Nah. I’m fine.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You’ve been avoiding me.”

“What? No way!” He scratched the back of his head, clearly lying. “I’ve just been… training. Y’know. Getting stronger. Gotta beat Sasuke one day, right?”

He grinned, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

You didn’t smile either.

“Speaking of Sasuke,” you said carefully, “he asked me something yesterday.”

Naruto blinked. “He—he what?”

You sat down next to him, and his heart practically launched out of his chest. You were close. Too close. Your shoulder barely touched his.

“He asked if I wanted to get tea with him. You know. Like… a date.”

Naruto’s stomach dropped to the floor.

He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. His throat was dry. His brain stopped working.

You glanced over at him, watching the way his jaw tightened, the way his eyes darted away.

“I said no.”

Silence.

Naruto turned back slowly. “Wait. You—what?”

You smiled — a real smile this time — and shrugged like it wasn’t that big of a deal. But there was a faint blush on your cheeks now.

“I said no. I told him I wasn’t interested.”

Naruto stared at you like you’d grown a second head.

“But… but it’s Sasuke,” he said, baffled. “He’s, like… cool. And serious. And strong. Why would you—?”

You turned to face him fully now, your expression soft but steady.

“Because I like loud people,” you said, nudging his shoulder with yours. “People who smile like sunshine. People who talk too much and make stupid jokes and never give up.”

Naruto’s mouth opened slightly, eyes wide.

Your voice dropped a little, quieter now. “I like you.”

And for the first time in days, Naruto’s heart didn’t feel heavy.

It felt like it was about to explode.

Naruto blinked.

Once.

Twice.

“…What?” he finally croaked, voice cracking halfway through.

You laughed — not a teasing laugh, not like you were making fun of him, but like you were nervous too. Like maybe this meant as much to you as it did to him.

“I said I like you,” you repeated, still smiling. “As in… you.”

His brain short-circuited.

Naruto Uzumaki, Number One Hyperactive Knucklehead Ninja, Hero of Konoha, literal jinchūriki and future Hokage — had absolutely nothing to say.

You picked him?

Not Sasuke. Not Mr. Cool-and-Silent. Not tall, dark, and broody with a fan club bigger than the village library.

Him?

“You—you know I’m not like… I mean, I’m not cool,” Naruto blurted, gesturing vaguely at himself like that somehow explained everything. “I talk too much, and I eat ramen every day, and people think I’m annoying and—and I mess up a lot—”

You reached over and flicked his forehead lightly.

He stopped rambling instantly, stunned.

“Don’t say stuff like that about yourself,” you said gently. “You’re strong. And brave. And you make people feel safe just by being around.”

Naruto felt something in his chest tighten, then loosen all at once — like a knot that had finally come undone after being pulled too tight for too long.

“…Really?” he asked, voice small. “You really like me?”

You nodded. “I’ve liked you for a while. You’re just… kinda dense.”

“Hey!” he said, but he was grinning now, wide and bright and absolutely glowing.

You bumped your shoulder into his again. “Sasuke’s great. But he doesn’t make me laugh like you do. He doesn’t light up a room when he walks in. He doesn’t make my heart feel like it’s racing just from a stupid smile.”

Naruto stared at you, lips parted slightly, as if he couldn’t believe this was real.

Then:

“Can I… can I hug you?”

Your heart jumped, and you gave a breathless little laugh. “You don’t have to ask, dummy.”

And then he was pulling you into him — all warmth and sunshine and too-tight arms around your waist, his cheek pressed to your shoulder like he was afraid to let go.

“You picked me,” he whispered, as if saying it made it more real.

You wrapped your arms around him and whispered back, “Of course I did.”

౨ৎ

Later that day, Naruto saw Sasuke leaning against a tree at the edge of the field.

Their eyes met briefly. Naruto held his breath, unsure of what was about to happen.

But Sasuke simply looked away, arms crossed, and said, “Good for you.”

That was all.

No anger. No tension. Just… acceptance.

Naruto blinked. “…Wait, are you not mad?”

Sasuke gave him the smallest glance and rolled his eyes. “You think I don’t notice how you look at them?”

Naruto flushed instantly.

Sasuke pushed off the tree and turned to walk away.

“I’ll get tea with Sakura instead,” he muttered.

Naruto blinked again. “…What?”

But Sasuke was already gone.

౨ৎ

The next time you trained together, Naruto was different.

He was still loud. Still smiling. Still shouting “Believe it!” before nearly tripping over his own feet during a taijutsu drill.

But now, when he caught you watching him, he grinned a little softer. Brighter. And when you walked past, he reached for your hand — not all the way, not yet, but enough for your pinkies to brush.

You smiled.

Later, you and Naruto sat together on the Hokage Monument, legs dangling over the edge, the village glowing beneath you.

He turned to you suddenly, eyes wide and worried. “Hey… if I mess this up… you’ll tell me, right?”

You blinked. “Mess what up?”

“This. Us,” he said. “I’ve never… done this before. But I wanna do it right. I wanna be good for you.”

You looked at him — really looked — and saw everything he tried to hide: the fear, the doubt, the way he didn’t quite believe he deserved something good.

So you leaned over and kissed his cheek.

“You already are,” you said.

Naruto blushed so hard he nearly fell off the mountain.

And for the first time in a long, long time… he believed it.

[himasgod]

hello! would it be okay to request ace encouraging and comforting an anxious reader? thank you very much ^^

ACE X READER

Where he sees you running away from class, consumed by anxiety

Where Ace immediately runs after you as he watches you leave the class, but he's still a jerk <3

I think I made this a little more platonic than romantic, I hope you like it!

You didn’t even realize how fast you were walking in the deserted corridor behind the labs.

You weren’t supposed to be here—it was technically off-limits during class hours, but you needed to breathe.

Needed space.

Your thoughts were a tangled mess of unfinished homework, Professor Crewel’s harsh critiques, the looming group presentation with people who barely acknowledged your existence, and the ever-present whisper in the back of your mind that you were somehow screwing everything up.

You made it behind the greenhouse, out of sight, out of breath.

And then you sat.

Hands shaking slightly, the weight of everything pressing against your lungs.

You hated this.

The spinning thoughts, the tight throat, the way you could cry at the drop of a hat even when nothing technically was wrong.

Of course, the universe being the cruel prankster it was—he found you.

“Yo,” came that all-too-familiar voice. Flat. Like he wasn’t the least bit surprised to see you.

You didn’t even lift your head.

“Go away, Ace.”

“Nope,” he said, already crunching across the grass like this was his turf. “You left in the middle of class. That’s like, red-flag level suspicious. Obviously I had to stalk you.”

You looked up, scowling.

“Don’t you have better things to do?”

Ace squatted down in front of you like he had all the time in the wolrld.

“I did, actually. But unfortunately for me, my friend is being a little drama queen, so now I’m on damage control duty.”

You stared at him, unimpressed.

“You’re the worst.”

“Aw, you say the sweetest things.”

You turned your head away, but the fight was already draining out of you.

It always did with Ace.

He had this infuriating ability to defuse you—by being himself. Loud, bratty, ridiculous.Real.

Ace studied you for a second longer, then flopped onto the grass beside you with a heavy sigh.

“Okay, out with it. What’s eating you? And don’t give me that ‘nothing’ crap. You don’t ghost class and look like you're two seconds from collapsing over ‘nothing’.”

You chewed on your bottom lip, suddenly self-conscious.

“I just... I don’t know. Everything’s piling up. I feel like I can’t keep up, and everyone else is handling it fine and I’m just... behind. Failing. Drowning. Take your pick.”

He went quiet for a beat. Then: “Wow.”

You braced for the mockery.

“That was dramatic as hell.”

There it was.

You rolled your eyes, but your lips twitched.

Ace leaned back on his hands, glancing over at you.

“Seriously though. You’re not failing anything. You’re one of the smartest people I know. Even Creweled-to-death, you manage to survive alchemy. That’s basically a miracle.”

You shook your head.

“It doesn’t feel like I’m surviving.”

Ace gave a sharp click of his tongue.

“Yeah, well, feelings lie sometimes. Like when I feel like eating ten cherry pies in one sitting. Bad idea, right? But my feelings say it’s fine. They lie.”

You looked at him, a little incredulous.

“Did you just compare my anxiety to you binge-eating desserts?”

“Exactly,” he said smugly. “Everything’s a metaphor if you’re brave enough.”

You snorted. It broke through your exhaustion like sunlight through fog.

Ace noticed. You could feel the shift in his posture—the slight uptick in energy like he was proud of himself for cracking your armor.

He nudged your arm with his shoulder.

“Look, I’m not gonna pretend I know how to fix this. I’m more of a ‘wing-it-and-hope-I-don’t-fail’ guy. But... if your brain’s being a jerk, I can at least remind you you’re not alone. And you’re not a failure. You’re just... human.”

He paused, then smirked.

“Mostly. I still think you might be a ghost. Or like... a sleep-deprived raccoon in a hoodie.”

“I hate you.”

“Yeah, but you laughed. So I win.”

The quiet that followed wasn’t uncomfortable. It was soft.

Then, gently:

“Hey.”

You glanced at him. He was looking straight ahead, voice uncharacteristically serious.

“You can come find me next time, y’know. When your head’s all... messy like that. You don’t have to go hide.”

Your heart skipped.

“You wouldn’t mind?” you asked quietly.

He scoffed.

“Of course I’d mind. You’d probably ruin my nap or something.”

But then—he glanced at you from the corner of his eye, and smiled.

“Still. I’d let you.”

[wheels-of-despair]

C'mon Pairing: @oneforthemunny's Dom!Eddie x Brat!Reader Summary: Someone is taking too long to get ready for a night out, so Eddie hurries things along. Contains kink and smut, youths get lost. Words: 1.2k

Happy Birthday, Evie! I expanded on this Horny Hours post forever ago and forgot about it but I dusted it off again just for youuu! 😘

"You ready yet?"

"Almost," you answer, trying not to stab yourself with the eyeliner.

"You said that ten minutes ago," Eddie sighs, leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom.

"I lied."

"Oh yeah?"

Shit.

"It was an optimistic estimate."

Eddie snorts, rolls his eyes, and walks away.

Safe.

Dammit, your mascara is uneven.

"Jesus Christ, would you hurry up?" he demands two minutes later.

"I just wanna look pretty for you," you whine.

"You look fine."

"Fine?" you pout.

"Everybody's already there!"

"It's called being fashionably late, ever heard of it?" you challenge, pulling on your dress to display your cleavage a little better.

"It's called a spanked ass, ever felt it?"

"I didn't even do anything," you scoff.

"You're being difficult."

"You think this is difficult?" you laugh.

"You planning on being more difficult?"

"Of course not, sweetie," you smile sweetly.

Eddie narrows his eyes. You stare at each other for a moment. And then he strikes like a cobra, bending you over the bathroom counter and flipping your dress up before you can fight back.

"Eddie, what--!"

SMACK!

"OW!"

Eddie holds you down with a palm to the small of your back, smacking your cheeks with the other until you're surely pink. You kick in protest, and he smacks harder.

And then, he decides he's done, and pulls you into a standing position.

"Good, you're not crying yet. Makeup's fine. Let's go."

"The fuck was that for?" you demand.

"Oh, that was in case you get any ideas. You're already warmed up. Don't think I won't throw you across my knee tonight."

"There are gonna be like, a hundred people there," you complain.

"Do I look like I care?"

"Eddieee," you whine.

"C'mon."

And that was that.

You weren't happy about sitting on that cracked van seat in your short skirt on the way to The Hideaway, but the sting had faded by the time you got there. You milled around, drank a little, chatted with a few people. When you started getting bored, you started getting horny.

And when you get horny, you need Eddie.

You look around the bar for him, seeing the band take the stage. You look at the clock and fume. He said the band he was interested in would start at 8. Which is why you had to leave early. It's 9. This is the opening act. He is such a liar.

But you approach him anyway, under the guise of wanting to listen together.

The closeness of the crowd really works in your favor.

Eddie wraps his arms around you from behind, pulling you into him. You lean your head back against him and sway for a bit to the shitty opening act. And then you alter your movements a little bit. You grind your ass into his cock as subtly as you can, being in the middle of a crowd and all.

"Stop," he whispers in your ear.

"Stop what?" you ask, feeling him harden through a few layers of fabric.

"That."

"Not doing anything," you smile innocently, glancing back at him.

He's not amused. He leans close to whisper in your ear.

"Remember what I told you before we left?" his voice rumbles.

"That I looked fine?" you pout, flexing your cheeks against his cock. "That hurt."

"Know what else is gonna hurt?"

He squeezes your ass cheek, reigniting the warmth.

"What do you think these people would do if I bent you over that table and gave you what you needed right here?"

Eddie's grip tightens, pulling you closer to him.

"That what you want? For everyone to see what happens to brats who don't know how to behave? Show off those slutty little panties you've got on? Want me to pull 'em down and let the crowd watch your cheeks change colors?"

You bite your lip, and he bites your earlobe.

"Good thing I don't wanna upstage the band."

His grip loosens. The fuck does that mean? You look back at him, feeling your stomach flip at the darkness in his eyes.

"C'mon."

Eddie takes your hand and leads you away from the crowd. You stumble, feeling the heat pool between your legs at the thought of what's coming.

You're pulled into a storage room with a flickering fluorescent light. Kegs and boxes line the walls. It'll do.

"Hands on the keg," he orders, unbuckling his belt.

You bend at the waist, putting your hands on top of the cold metal. Eddie stands behind you, nudging your feet apart with his boot. You widen your stance, wiggling your ass at him. He flips your dress up, taking a moment to knead the flesh he's about to batter. You moan.

"Don't think you'll be needing these," he rumbles, close to your ear, before hooking his fingers into the sides of your panties and sliding them down your legs. He taps your ankle, and you lift each foot so he can get them off.

You hear a rustle of fabric. They're in his pocket. The thwip of his belt being pulled from its loops. The clink of the buckle as he doubles it. You tremble. He steps closer. A hand in the small of your back.

WHACK

You rock forward on your toes, always shocked by that first strike. You don't get much time to process before the second, and the third, and the fourth land. How does he make this feel so good?

Eddie's belt snaps against your backside until you start to reconsider how good it feels. He can always tell, just by the sound of your breathing. You start to pant, and squirm, and the lashes stop.

And then you hear the sound of a zipper being unzipped.

You arch toward him, begging him to enter you.

You let out a quiet moan when he sinks into you.

He gives you a minute to adjust before pulling back slowly. You fight the urge to chase him, to beg him not to leave you. And then he slams into your red-hot ass, rocking you forward on the keg. Your hands lose their place, moving from warm metal to cool. It feels nice. Maybe you should sit on this when he's done. Eddie slams into you again, and you try to stay in position, but he's just so strong.

On the next thrust, you lose your balance, and Eddie tries to catch you. Your stomach lands on top of the untapped keg. It's not as uncomfortable as you thought it would be. Or maybe you're too fucking desperate to worry about anything other than getting fucked into next Tuesday. Eddie's hands grip your waist, as if to pull you back up.

"Don't," you beg. "Don't stop."

Eddie pounds into you again, and again, and you slide a little more with each thrust. By the time your walls clench around him, you've got your elbows on the floor. Eddie's fingers dig into your hips on top of the keg, making sure he's buried as deep as he can be when he finally explodes.

"Fuuuck," he whispers when he pulls out.

You're not quite sure how to get up, but he helps. You fall into his chest, resting your head against him. His heart is pounding.

"You good?" he asks, brushing a loose strand of hair out of your face.

"Mhm," you hum.

"You get what you needed?"

"Mhm."

"Good. The band's on in five."

You look up at him with a pout. Does he really expect you go to out there and stand in that crowd with belt stripes across your thighs and cum dripping down your legs?

"C'mon."

[gpcwsl]

Could you please Wirte Alessia Russo x reader where the Team is playing Truth or Dare or something

And Reader must kiss any Teammate idk and Alessia gets Really jealous (they are not in Relationship)

Warnings: sorry for changing it up, already did a spin the bottle fan fiction for Caitlin so I wanted to do something different. Not read through properly, kissing, making out.

Alessia Russo x Reader: stop staring.

My MasterList

When Leah fulled on BEGGED you to join the team’s night-in at her house you gave in. Leah and your friendship is like a circle that never ends. Your always honest to each other: if one of you doesn’t like the girl (or guy) the other brings home or dating you or Leah will fully tell the other. And, then the other will break it off. Laughter: both will laugh at anything the other says. Sometimes it will stick, and be an inside joke between the two of you. Which sometimes annoy the others but you two don’t give a shit. Your eachother’s bricks, supporting the building so it doesn’t fall.

You didn’t want to be here. You wanted to be at your cozy, warm, not-so-chaotic, well tidied house. But, here you are. After some begging from Leah you are sat in her living room. Few others have left, need in to go somewhere or they are just tried. You wanted to join them and leave but Leah held you hostage the whole time. Leah, you, Alessia, Katie, Caitlin, Lia, Kyra and Beth are the last ones. All in the living room. In different conversations. Caitlin and Katie, of course close together giggling and chattering away on the opposite couch you and Leah were sat on.

You and Leah were in a deep conversation. Well, for you two it was. It was more of an disagreement you could say. Both of you were fighting over who F•R•I•E•N•D•S character is better. Obviously, people have opinions. But, either of you are letting this go. (If you don’t watch/like friends, you can imagine a different show/movie.) Leah’s favourite is Rachel. Describing how much of a power house she is. Also sneaking in the conversation that her and Ross were on a break, but Ross was in the wrong for sleeping with someone only a mere hours after. (Yep, that’s my opinion.) But for you, it was Chandler. His jokes, sarcasm and his sweet words that made Monica fall more in love with him.

During this debate, unknown to everyone (but Kyra who had this knowing look on her face) was Alessia staring at the two of you. An unusual expression. When I say unusual I mean, Alessia would never in a day have this sort of expression. A sour, wanting to kill someone kind of expression. Alessia eyes were cold and black. Cold like the water the titanic sunk in and, black like coal, you get to increase the fire that was burning inside of her right now. She only broke out the soul-staring when Kyra (who knew why the girl had this look at her) smiling cheekily at her nudges her shoulder.

“Stop staring, or you’ll actually kill her.” Kyra whispered to her, looking around to see if anyone else was in heard of this conversation but no see everyone in they own tiny world.

Alessia, still with the cold expression but her eyes turn back to blue. “Good.” Alessia mumbled, grumpily falling back into the beanbag, that was next to the television. “They say they are ‘just friends’ but look at them! Leah is all over her, first of all. And then, Y/n she’s…” - Kyra cuts her off with a smirk. “Beautiful.”

“Shut up.” Alessia mumbled, rolling her eyes as she shoves Kyra a little. “But, yeah she is. She’s gorgeous, her voice is so smooth, her hair is so soft and her hands-“

“Okay, shut up!” Kyra exclaimed, gaining eyes from everyone, mainly you. Alessia immediately smacks her shoulder, turning red. Beth, being the nosy friend she is asks - “shut up about what?”

Alessia silently begs Kyra not to say anything. Though, Kyra isn’t gonna tell the girls who she’s blushing over but, she is gonna tease Alessia. She turns her head to look at Alessia, smirking. Alessia shakes her head. “Kyra, no.” Alessia whispers.

“Alessia has got a crush!” Kyra blurts out, earning different types of reactions. Alessia groaning, everyone else teasing her but Y/n. She’s quiet, only for a few moments though before speaking.

“So, how long you been feeling this way about this person.” You ask, looking at her. Alessia’s head shoots to you, staring fora couple of seconds before clearing her throat. “Umm… around three months.”

You nod your head, looking down before standing up. “Need to use the restroom.” Without saying a word you speed-walk away from the group, looking at your figure in a mix our worry about the sudden change. Especially Leah. Who you were just laughing and giggling with.

Leah was about to get up and follow you but a voice stops her. “No, sit down. Let Alessia go.” Kyra says, shaking her head at Leah which makes her look at Alessia who was looking at Kyra.

“What?” Leah says, still looking at Alessia. “Why should Alessia go-“

“Leah, just - leave it for Alessia. This one at least.” Kyra exclaimed, before standing up wanting to pull Alessia up. Turning to her. “Talk to her, tell her”.

“Kyra, I can’t-“ - “you can, i know you can.”

Alessia takes a breath in, before nodding; standing up taking a step forward to speak to Leah just for a few seconds. “I’ve got this one. I need to tell her something.” Without a word she walks to the downstairs bathroom.

Alessia softly knocks on the door. Hearing a few shuffles before a door opening. Alessia heart beats faster. As the door swung open the space between the two is so close. You couldn’t fit a cat’s head in.

“Alessia.” You breathe out. Not expecting the forward to be standing right in front of you. “You need to use the restroom?”

Alessia shakes her head, her eyes never leaving yours, enchanted. “No, no I need to speak with you.”

You burrow your eyebrows, but slowly nods her head. “Yeah, sure. You wanna head up to Leah’s bedroom? More comfortable.”

Alessia breathes in but nods, her cheeks turning a shake of pink. “Yeah, that’s good.”

The two of you, in quiet walk up the stairs. Both h of your kinda sneaking past the others, but didn’t see either of you. Reaching the bedroom, softly opening the door. Alessia walking in first, followed by you. Shutting the door gently, before looking at Alessia.

“Okay, what’s up?” You ask, leaning your back against the door, looking at the blonde. Alessia takes in the way your body is leaning.

“Right. Look, this might ruin our friendship, but I’ve been feeling this for a few months now. You know the girl I like?” Alessia asks, cautiously moving forward, more to you.

You tense as she brings up the crush. Pulling back the urge to roll your eyes, you nod your head instead. “Yep, what about her.” Your voice tone not coming out like you wanted. Taking Alessia slightly back, not questioning it.

“It’s you. You’re the girl.” Alessia mumbles, not looking at her preparing for rejection.

You stunned. Looking at her, trying to see if she’s joking or actually telling the truth. But, by the reaction she’s having. Not looking at you. You know she is.

Smiling a little, before moving closer to her. Alessia looks up as she sees a shadow in front of her. Her breath drops as she sees how close you are to her. Looking into her eyes, still smiling. “I have feelings for you too.”

Alessia looks shocked, like she’s seen a ghost. “But, you and Leah seemed so close and-“

You burst out laughing. “Me and Leah. Oh, over my dead body.” When you stop laughing you can see how Alessia shoulders aren’t as tense, she’s actually smiling at you.

“So.. I can take you out? On a date?” Alessia asks, her cheeks now going an a bright red. You smile, nodding your head. “Yeah, definitely.”

Alessia shuffles on her spot. Her eyes still at you. Trying to boost herself up. Something clearly on her mind. She finally speaks up. “Can I- can I kiss you?”

If it’s possible your smile brightens. Nodding your head. You breathe an “yeah” out. Alessia moves forward, looking in the eyes for any indication that you don’t want this but, sees none. Bringing an hand up to cup your cheeks, slowly leaning in; soflty connecting her lips onto yours. Yours hand immediately finding her waist. You’re the one who deepens the kiss. Kissing Alessia more harder.

The air in the room shifts, well for Alessia it does. As she pushes you back. Till your back meets the door. Groaning against her lips as you feel the impact. Alessia quickly moves back, worried if she hurt you. “Shit - sorry I didn’t mean to. Are you okay?”

“Less. It’s okay, you didn’t hurt me. Quite the opposite actually.” You say, smirking a little before connecting your lips together again. Your hand reaches behind yours to lock the door. Before pushing Alessia forwards, till her legs hit the edge of the bed.

“Is this okay?” You mumble against her lips as you softly place her on the bed, you hovering over her. Alessia nods, immediately wanting your lips back on hers.

Meanwhile downstairs, Kyra having a knowing smirk on her face. But also making sure no one, especially Leah wound get up and ruin it for them.