#and then immediately after I was finally calm but barely felt joy

[biceratops7]

INSIDE OUT 2 SPOILERS:

Ok but why was “maybe that’s just what happens when you grow up… you don’t feel as much joy” one of the RAWEST fucking lines in a Pixar movie?? My alexithymic ass was shot fucking dead

[natriae]

Dad!haikyuu is everything! I imagine Omi being your fake date to a family gathering and he swoons at your interaction with the kids until an auntie shoves a baby in his arms and he’s like UHHHHH 🧍🏻”don’tcrushthisbaby don’tcrushthisbaby” And now everyone including yourself can’t take their eyes off him 😭😭😭😭

STOP I LOVE THIS

warnings: fake dating, fluff, cue flustered kiyoomi

One month ago Sakusa Kiyoomi took you aside during one of your usual hangouts with Atsumu to ask if you could pretend to be his girlfriend. Your brain told you over and over that this is a terrible idea, but you couldn't help yourself and said yes. Plus, it was one night at his mom's house. You already knew his family it wouldn't be to shocking to see you by Kiyoomi's side.

That's the thing. Your heart strings started to be pulled on the moment the two of you walked through the door and Kiyoomi let out a short, quiet "we're dating now." His mom's only response was to pull you into a hug and explain how she's been waiting forever for this. After greeting the two of you she told everyone the good news.

You felt terribly guilty for lying to her but Sakusa seemed unbothered. Maybe you were just being dramatic about the whole situation.

Somehow mid-way through the night you ended up spending most of your time with Kiyoomi's sister's kids. She was your favorite Sakusa. She also was the only one who knew you had a crush on her brother since middle school. She would help you get pretty for him, but it never worked. She claimed it did, but you never saw any progress. You and the children were in the basement playing with toys while a random kids TV show played in the background. The characters would sing and save the day successfully holding the attention of the youngest Sakusa. She isn't even one yet, but she has the whole family whipped except Kiyoomi of course. For some reason he tries to stay away from her leading you to never actually meeting the little one til today. She was adorable. She'd bounce her arms up and down while babbling to the song. In front of you was her older brother, and Kiyoomi's first nephew. He had toy trucks and a few random characters from animes you know and some you don't. You were helping zoom the cars around the basement, crawling on your knees still you looked up to see Kiyoomi has finally decided to spend time with you. You could have swore you saw his lip twitch before he stepped pass you and sat on the couch switching the TV channel.

Kaia, the youngest, immediately started crying when she couldn't hear the joy of a few cartoon pups saving the day. Quickly you ran over to her picking her up to help calm her down. You lightly bounced her on your hip while giving small shushes to the baby. You walked away from Kiyoomi because your pretty convinced by his actions that he doesn't like children. Which tears a bit of you heart knowing that you always imagined what having kids with him would be like. What a great dad he would be, but that's all in your imagination. The little girl begins to quiet down as you lift her up so she can stuff her head into your neck.

From across the room Kiyoomi watches you calm the baby with a red face. How are you so good at this? He's never seen you with a baby and from what he knows your not an aunt of any sort, unless you count Atsumu's dogs. He finally lets out a small smile as he watches you bring the baby up so she can snuggle into your neck, but as if the gods are against him. You turn around to see him watching you, and you tell the baby with a slight smirk, "baby I think your uncle Kiy wants to apologize," you walk over still holding the baby like a natural. Finally setting her down to crawl over to him on the couch. The older man trys to hold the baby like a puppy. He's never done this before and he's never felt embarrassed in his life. You giggle softly at his nervous face and tell him, "Kiyoomi that's not how you hold a baby," he can barely focus on your words when your giggles are enough for him to worship the group you walk on. He swears he enters heaven the moment he hears that sound. "it's good that your holding her butt but i think she wants to be facing you," You say as you scoot closer and reach to try and show him the proper way.

Kiyoomi leaned back on the couch and attempted to correctly hold the baby on his chest. One hand on her back and the other holding her butt up. As if Kiyoomi was a sleeping pill the little girl immediately closed her eyes and fell asleep on the tall man. "see it's not hard. Do you wanna take her to her momma? She seems sleepy," you said with small smile on your face. Not forgetting the little boy playing behind the couch you glanced over to make sure he was okay. God, Kiyoomi could help but want to ask if you wanted to be a mom right now.

Unmoving Kiyoomi stiffly shakes his head no at the though of having to hold this baby while moving. You srunch your eyebrows together in thought trying to understand why he's so stiff. noticing your confusion he squeaks out, "What if I break her?" and at first you thought he was joking but there was genuine panic in his features. He thought he was this cool collected guy, but you could honestly read him like a book.

"i'll be right here, okay? You're not going to break her," You nodded your head while you spoke to him in the calmest voice you could muster. Slowly he stood up and you redirected his hand so that it held up some of her head too along with her back. "you need to keep her head up. Baby's head's are weak," he nodded his head at your words like they were the gospel. Anything you said he would take it as the truth. If you said it, it was right. Cautiously walking up the steps to the family room. His whole family seems shocked to see the large man holding such a delicate baby. He takes a deep breath while he tries to pass the sleeping girl to his sister.

"whoa, what did you do to her? She never sleeps this heavy." His sister said in shock, "Kiyoomi you need to hold her more often," she continued. Then did you finally take in how red his face was. He was so flustered it was adorable. Quickly you took your phone out and snapped a picture of the boy without his knowledge.

bonus:

It was late and about everyone at the gathering had left except for Kiyoomi's immediate family. The baby girl was back in your and Kiyoomi's lap trying to decide who she wants to get attention from. You and Kiyoomi were shoulder to shoulder and at one point he brought his arm over to hold you even closer. After falling a few times on Kiyoomi and then gripping his shirt like a life line the little girl turned and crawled into your lap. You let a small Ha at Kiyoomi for her ultimately choosing you, but you take it back once the little girl tried pulling the top of you dress down to get to your boob. Kiyoomi quickly grabs the little girl and she starts crying sad that she didn't get fed. If you heard correctly you swore you heard him tell the little one that you would have milk soon but not now.

[ilovebuckers5]

⋆.ೃtreat me better ࿔*:･

paige Bueckers x fem!reader

words : 3k

themes :

-angst

-18+

-comfort

warnings :

-drinking

-slight sexual content

-homophobia

A/N - I got this idea at like 2 am and it took me three days to write it but I love it tbh.

No matter how close the game was, the girls will always go out after a win. Most times I choose to not tag along since i'll probably get pushed aside. This time Paige and the girls came home more excited than usual. They made it to the final four. I was laying on the couch watching a couple episodes of friends when the doorknob of my apartment shook open. The sound of Paige's keys jingling single handily lifted me off the couches cushions. My eyes lit up even more when Paige's bright eyes met with mine.

I was originally just a trainer for Paige when she tore her ACL but during all of that, I was also trying my best to improve my volleyball career. Once I realized that being Paige's trainer would lead to a bit more, I also realized that I would get invested in everything else. Now that she was healed I tagged along the other girls, helping them out when no one was there to help with their own injuries. Finally, the season was almost over. All the other people that helped out with the teams injuries were back and ready to work. So this was my chance to get back on the volleyball court and actually pursue something. Paige was there the whole way. Anytime I would push her away so that she could focus on her own goals she would say something along the lines of "you helped me so much y/n I can't just not give anything back" and I just couldn't say no when she had that sexy of a voice. Who said that. Everything was chill, me and Paige stayed friends and we helped each other reach our goals. It felt nice to have such a good friend by my side with all that I was going through.

Paige walked through the door and her bright blue eyes met mine. She had a couple tears of joy in her eyes ready to fall and once they did I was ready to gently wipe them away. I wrapped my arms around her torso while hers were lifting me up in the air. Wow she never did that before. A loud giggle left my mouth when i noticed that I was in the air now. The blondes arms had a tight grip on my waist, keeping me up with stability. When she finally let me down all she did was jump around the living room like a child. "Did you see me and Nika's blocks?" She yelled across the room while I stood in place with my hands on my hips. A very entertained look was on my face while I watched Paige leap through the living room. "Yes i did! I saw everything!" I rushed up to Paige to hold her in place and calm her down. Before I could pull her into another hug, our phones buzzed at the same time. Paige pulled hers out first and looked down at a text from KK asking if we were up for a party tonight. Without hesitation Paige grabbed onto my wrists and shook them around while begging for me to come with. "Are you serious Paige? We do this every time, i don't like parties...." Paige kept on whining while giving me puppy dog eyes. I guess this once wouldn't be bad.

WRONGGGG

So I gave in and went to my bathroom to get ready. Most of Paige's stuff was here already so she didn't bother going back to the teams house to get ready. I spent around 45 minutes getting ready. I don't know why. It's not like there would be anyone important there. It's just a party. Nothing more. I dragged the mascara wand against my eyelashes while blinking to dry them quicker. I took one last look in the mirror before going to my closet to pick out an outfit. My eyes were immediately drawn to a black tube top and some jean shorts. It was probably going to be cold outside so I grabbed a red zip up to cover my bare collarbones and shoulders. The only shoes I could find were my red converse which I was kind of lucky to have. I walked out of my walk-in closet to find Paige sitting on the edge of my bed, putting on a pair of shoes. The moment i stepped out, Paige's eyes were very obviously clinging to my body. She tried to hide the fact that she was staring hard at my top by complimenting me quickly. "Shit you look good! Everyone's gonna be on you..." Her words dragged on with very clear tones of jealousy. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a red button up flannel. Fuck me.

Once I had grabbed my purse and some lip balm, Paige held my hand while walking out the door and I locked it behind us. We walked over to Paige's car and the moment we got inside it was Drake on repeat. She sadly grabbed the aux before I could. The entire drive was filled with Paige's voice cracking every other lyric and me pretending to not know every line. The bar that the girls decided to be at seemed way nicer than the others. Of course I may have not been out either the girls a lot but the times that I was, most of the places they partied at were just a tad bit sketchy. Paige parked her car next to Aubrey's and stepped out of the car before brushing off her shirt by sliding her hands down her chest. She clearly wanted to look presentable. The second I heard Chase Atlantic playing on the speakers I couldn't resist from singing, almost screaming, to the lyrics. I waved to a couple of the girls who were sitting at a booth right ahead of me and Paige.

"What took ya'll so long?" KK said before shoving Paige's shoulder with a wide smile on her face. "This one did" Paige said gesturing behind her to me. "She must have someone to impress huh" Ice teased me while poking at my hip. I let out a forced laugh knowing that they were right. "Nuh uhhh. I just like doing my makeup to go out..." I lied quickly. Before anyone could make anymore remarks on how i cared about my appearance, Nika came around the corner with a plate of shots for everyone. I jumped up once she set down the cup and wrapped my arms around her back. "NIKA!" I squealed, clinging myself onto Nika's body. She leaned back a little, almost falling back from the intensity of my hug. "Woah! Heyyy!" Her arms settled around my waist, melting into my back. My eyes were shut against Nika's skin but when I opened them I saw Paige staring the both of us down with not an ounce of happiness on her face. I tried my best to not react but jesus it was hard. Is Paige Bueckers, my best friend, jealous that i'm hugging her teammate? Or am I just tweaking.

I stepped away from Nika and gave her a squeeze on her forearm before pulling Paige to the side and whispering to her. "You good? You looked pissed at me just right now." She did nothing but nod. Just a simple nod. She took a sip of her drink before going over to talk with Azzi. I looked around the building to see if there were any other girls scattered around the place but for the most part everyone seemed to be in the same place. I walked up to the table of our booth and took a shot before leaning my head on Paige's shoulder. Most people viewing from afar would think that we were dating but I swear we have no feelings for each other. Paige doesn't at least. I had been messing around with the short sleeve of Paige's flannel when I felt someone tap my shoulder. I spun around to find one of my old volleyball teammates staring at me. I didn't realize it was her until she gave me that 'bitch do you not know me' look. I gasped louder than ever before wrapping my arms around the girl. "Oh my God Liv?! What are you doing here?" I squealed while pulling myself out of the hug. "I transferred a couple months ago! I saw on your Instagram that you went here and decided to surprise you. Plus my boyfriend plays for the basketball team so..." I turned around to pull Paige over in Liv's direction to introduce the two girls. "Paige this is Liv!" I say, frantically tapping the blondes shoulder. "Remember we played volleyball together in high school?" Paige was silent but seemed chill. She just kept of nodding in agreement with the same enthusiasm I was giving her. "I'm gonna go catch up with her ok? Don't dance without me p!" I yelled out while walking across the bar to sit down with a couple of Liv's friends.

I ended up sitting between her and a brunette guy. I didn't want to rude, so I introduced myself to him before Liv could. "Hey I'm y/n." I held my hand out in front of the guy. He looked at me in the eye, making me notice that his eyes were even more blue than Paige's. Damn. He held onto my hand and shook it for what felt like longer than needed. He had a shy smile on his lips and did anything he could to not break eye contact with me. "I'm Carter." It felt like our hands were melting together before he pulled away to look at Liv. "Carter this is y/n!" Apparently me and Carter were quiet enough for people to not realize that we already knew each other by now. "Oh yeah she introduced herself already." He pointed his thumb to the side, motioning to me. A little time passed that was filled with mindless drunken conversations. My head had slowly fallen on Carter's shoulder and It took me by surprise when he didn't shove me off. So I pretended to sleep soundly when I was really listening in on whatever nonsense every what talking about now. I slowly tried to inch my arm through Carter's to loop our limbs together. This is when he knew that I wasn't asleep, he gently moved his arm away from his hip for me to fit my arms through before closing in on my arms. What the fuck am I doing. Now I tried my best to act tired when he tapped me "awake." I sat up and looked around while rubbing my eyes gently enough to not smudge any mascara. "I think I'm gonna head home now." Liv snapped her head to me and furrowed her eyebrows. "What why? We've only hung out for a little bit." She whined. "I don't know I'm just tired already." I groaned while standing up and grabbing my purse. I was about to leave when I felt Carter's strong hand hold onto mine while he lifted himself up. "Let me drive you home."

Me and Carter were halfway to exit when I remember that Paige was probably still waiting for me. Just as we were going to cross the booth that Paige and her team were at I changed my mind. "Actually Carter I'm sorry but I have a friend that goes home with me and I cant leave her alone." His expression changed immediately.

"I'm sure she'll be fine." He had his hand wrapped my wrist now.

"Seriously I would feel so shitty if I just left her." I laughed off what started to feel like fear.

"No. Come on stop being ridiculous, you need to get home." His hand started to tighten around my skin.

"Carter can you stop. Just let me go home with her." I started to try and shake my arm out of his grip.

"Y/n just fucking stop. Lets go." He tugged on my wrist, trying to lead me out the door. This was perfect timing for me to be in the girls' sight now.

"Shit! Carter let me go!" I stopped walking and stood still while trying to pry his hand off of my wrist.

Finally Paige looked up and saw what was going on. Not a single ounce of hesitation crossed her mind. She stood up and rushed over to me. "Hey man let her fucking go!" She stormed in Carter face while holding a hand around my waist, pulling me away from the brunette. Carter was startled away by the 5'11 girl that had just as much confidence and more than his own. I had a couple tear in my waterline but quickly got rid of them by blinking and wiping the wet streaks of of my face. "Woah back off, I'm just trying to take her home." Carter snapped at Paige. "No, fuck off." Paige turned around with me in her grasp and walked back over to the booth. Everyone but Caroline didn't even realize what just happened. "Fine, I wouldn't want to fuck a dyke anyway." Carter yelled back at both me and Paige. It took everything in me to not turn around and swing at Carter. So Paige did it for me. she threw a hard punch right at the brunettes nose, knocking him back against the floor. "Jesus Paige!" I wrapped my hands around both of her arms and pulled her away. Her adrenaline faded away in less than a second but I swear I could still see fume flowing out of her ears. She winced while rubbing her knuckle back and forth. "Lets go." Paige said coldly while look down at Carters now bloody face. I nodded silently before holding onto her hand and walking the two of us out the exit door. Surprisingly, Paige hand gotten even a little tipsy that night. As much as I didn't want to make her drive, I didn't want to get into a crash at 12 am so Paige drove me to my apartment and unlocked the door. "Paige no. come in." I refused to let her drop me off and deal with whatever anger was built up in her alone.

I practically dragged Paige out of the car and through my door. She seemed more drunk than I was right now. I walked her to my bathroom and tapped on the counter, gesturing for her to sit down on it. She lifted herself up and winced again after putting pressure of her wounded hand. Her legs were swinging back and forth while she fidgeted with her own thumbs and I grabbed a first-aid kit and some rubbing alcohol. Her legs were spread just enough for me to fit myself in-between. I rested against her thigh while holding her fist in my hand and gently swiping away the excess blood. "This is gonna hurt." Were the only words I let out from when she punched Carter to when we almost fell asleep. I dabbed a cotton ball soaked with rubbing alcohol on the very tip of her knuckle, causing Paige's head to tilt back while she swayed her feet a bit more aggressively. "Shit!" she whined a bit before I pulled the cotton ball away and threw it in the trash can. Now that her fist was clean I could've just left it like that. I could've cleaned up the mess, put everything away and go to sleep. But of course I had to raise her hand up to my lips and place a gentle kiss on her knuckle. A lingering smell and taste of rubbing alcohol transferred to my lips but I tried to hide that. When I looked up, Paige's eye were locked onto mine. I did everything in me to attempt to look away but before I could I felt Paige's soft lips pressed into mine. I quickly got more comfortable with the kiss and slowly moved my hands to wrap around Paige's waist. I tilted my head to the side to perfectly fit her nose in between my eye socket and my own nose. She pulled away gently to look at me and protest what just happened. "I'm sorry-"

"Shut the fuck up."

I moved my hand up to Paige jawline and continued to wrap my lips around hers. I could feel that she didn't want to pull away but felt like she had the need to. "Sit up." I whispered through kisses and that she did. Paige stood up and moved her hands around my back, slowly moving them closer to my ass. I led her to my room and shut the door behind me before pushing her against the bed. I unlatched our lips to speak one more time.

"How long have you wanted to do this?"

"Long fucking time."

"I know."

I let my tongue slip in between Paige's lips, tangling itself with her own. Her hands were now running a long my back under my shirt. I pulled away for one last second to take of my shoes and jacket before fully crawling on top of Paige's lap and placing kisses down her neck and collarbones. Soft whines escaped the blondes mouth as I move closer to the opening of her flannel. Without removing my lips from her skin, I unbuttoned the flannel to reveal just a black sports bra. I looked up at Paige, giving her a look that was waiting for approval to take off her bra. She nodded eagerly giving me the chance to take it off. I couldn't help but stare at her tits before moving my lips further down her chest now reach her stomach. I traced my lips against each toned ab that she had. I could feel her stomach flexing against my mouth once I reached her bikini line. Now I gently unzipped her jeans and slipped them down her legs before tossing them to the side. The only noise I heard were the desperate whines leaving Paige's mouth, getting louder the lower I moved my lips. I practically tore her boxers off.

This is what I needed.

[oswildin]

Oneshot request:)

Can you maybe do one where the reader is struggling with anxiety during a mission or something, and Loki comforts them throughout? Just a little fluff:)

Hi! Thank you for the request! Hope this is okay! I drew from my own experiences with anxiety, so it may not be the same for everyone (well, obviously it isn’t but you know what I mean!). 💚

Small Victories (Loki x GN!Reader)

Summary: Loki helps you get through your anxiety during a mission. (Avenger!Loki, subtle fluff, friends to lovers vibe)

Today was an off today. It had started like any other, but that didn’t mean that you didn’t wake up exactly the same as the day before. You would get days like this, days where things just felt… too much. You couldn’t explain why, or exactly how, but they just did. Your mind felt like it was racing, your heart beating a little faster, sounds made you startle easier and that dread that seemed to linger in your bones only grew more pronounced as the day went on. You wanted to hide away, let it pass… But unfortunately, life as an Avenger had other plans.

Currently, you were moving down the halls of an old Hydra base, having got information that a new terrorist group had gotten access to it, intending to find information, or even better plans for weapons, that had been left behind. The base had only recently been discovered with this groups movements, who had been on Stark’s radar for the last few days. But today was really not the day for a mission…

With every step you took, you could feel that needling dread, that doubt that creeped into your mind - doubt of your abilities, the weight of your responsibilities…

Focus. You had to focus.

“Do you copy, Agent?” Loki’s voice suddenly came through your earpiece, and you realised you had completely missed something he had said. You take a quiet breath, lifting your hand to activate comms on your earpiece.

“Sorry, what did you say?” You asked, eyes scanning the area, keeping - or trying to - your wits about you. Truthfully, Loki had noticed you earlier in the day, and on the journey to the base. You had seemed distant, a little out of sorts. And annoyingly for him, he found himself… concerned of sorts. Unfortunately, you had managed to worm your way into the heart of the God of Mischief, much to his dismay and joy. It was quite the contradiction, but he was Loki after all, so that wasn’t so surprising.

“I said, I’m making my way to you.” Loki repeated the statement he had made a minute ago.

“Okay.” You murmured, hearing a noise behind you down the hall. Whipping around, you saw movement, and for a moment you thought maybe it was Loki, but you quickly realised it wasn’t. It was the enemy. You felt your heart stutter for a second before quickly reaching for your gun, firing a warning shot towards the figure as you sidestepped towards one of the old labs in the hall, hearing the enemy fire a shot in return. The sound made you startle, your nerves beginning to fray due to your anxiety. “Damn it-“ You hissed, mentally chiding yourself.

However, just as you reached the door, a wave of familiar green seidr flickered down the corridor, immediately knocking the the figure at the end back, making them drop their weapon and hit the wall behind them, falling unconscious to the ground. You barely had time to register the two hands that landed on your shoulders, turning you round.

Loki gazed at you, brows furrowed as he took in the slighter wider look to your eyes, the way your breaths were quicker and a little shallow. “Agent, look at me.” He calmly commanded, lowering his head slightly to catch your gaze. “Focus on my voice.” He continued. “I need you to take a few deep breaths, and take a moment.” He nodded faintly, a subtle, silent encouragement.

You finally met his gaze, your eyes searching his as he exuded the firm calm you craved. His hands on your shoulders remained, keeping you grounded as you tried to do as he said. You took deep, slower breaths, trying to get your heart beat to follow suit.

“Good.” Loki murmured, his eyes flickering around to ensure there was no more danger. “Keep going.” His eyes then turned to the door you had planned on going through, deciding it was best to get out of the open. Removing one of his hands from your shoulders, he reached for the door, swiftly opening it before ushering you inside with his other hand shifting from your shoulder to your back. “That’s it, take a second.” He continued, giving you something to focus on.

Once inside the abandoned lab, out of immediate sight of any potential threats, he once again stood before you. He could see the way your hands had moved to clench into fists, quickly unclenching before tightening into balls again, over and over - repetitive self-soothing motion. He hated the way it tugged at his heart, something he had been very adamant about being fortified. Yet, in this moment, it was very clear it wasn’t quite as protected as he had portrayed it to be.

Without a second thought, his cool hands caught yours, holding them gently as his thumbs brushed over your knuckles in a similarly soothing way. “It’ll pass.” He said quietly, ensuring he held your gaze. “Trust me.” He added, lowly.

The sensation of his hands holding yours were a balm, his words an anchor amidst the storm in your mind. You continued to steady your breaths the best you could, before hearing Tony’s voice come through comms.

“Reindeer games, report?” That made you lose focus for a moment, making your breaths hitch as you lost your rhythm. Loki felt a flare of irritation at Tony’s interruption, even if it was unfounded, as he reached to remove your earpiece.

“Stay focused.” Loki reminded you, keeping the earpiece in his palm as his hand returned to yours, this time holding your fingers between his thumb and index finger gently whilst his other remained holding your hand completely. “Forget the mission, your current mission is to get past this, alright?”

After a minute or so, with Loki’s gentle encouragements and soothing gestures, you began to feel the anxiety that had been gripping out begin to ebb. Your breaths evened out, your heart slowing to its usual rhythm. The thoughts that had been swirling in your head quietened, focusing solely on the moment, on Loki. Loki released his own quiet breath of relief, unable to stop the small swell of pride and satisfaction he felt at being able to help you through the moment.

Wordlessly, you gave a small nod, silently telling him it had passed - for now. Loki gave a gentle squeeze to your hand, loosening his grip before his hand slid up your arm to rest on your bicep. “There.” He breathed out softly. “It’s passed.”

You felt a flicker of embarrassment at allowing yourself to get so overwhelmed on a mission, your job was to be focused and precise, and yet this episode had prevented you from doing that. The one thing you were there to do… Loki could sense the frustration within you, seeing it clearly in the way your brows twitched.

“We all have our moments.” He sighed quietly, tilting his head faintly as he regarded you, his thumb subconsciously brushing the fabric of your mission gear on your arm. “They always strike in the most unideal moments.” A pause. “But you got past it, and you didn’t let it consume you.” His blue eyes flickered over your features. “Small victories.”

His words helped ease some of your worries, and there was gratitude in your own eyes as you gazed at him. It was a look that made a flicker of warmth appear in Loki’s chest, that earlier pride returning. For a God that had previously often sought to bring chaos, it was… nice… to be doing the opposite for a change. Especially with someone who he held in high regard - even if he wouldn’t admit that aloud. Not quite yet, anyway.

“Thank you.” You finally spoke, voice low. Loki didn’t say anything, simply squeezing your arm one last time before letting his hand fall back to his side. He then held out his hand that held your earpiece, offering it back to you.

“Or I could send it to my pocket dimension and we simply tell Stark that it was lost?” He mused playfully, raising a brow, hoping to draw a small smile to your lips - which he managed to do. You shook your head faintly, reaching to take it from his palm.

“And hear him complain about how much they cost even though he’s a billionaire?” You murmured wryly in return. “No, thank you.” Loki felt his own lips tug into a smirk at your humour, giving an elegant nod.

“Very well.” He accepted, watching you place the small device back into your ear. “Shall we venture back out into the unknown?” He stepped back slightly, gesturing towards the door with a dramatic flair. “I’m told I’m a rather good partner.”

You huffed wryly at that, raising a brow. “By who?” You teased, moving towards the door.

“Myself.” Loki replied playfully, pleased to see you were slowly beginning to return to your usual self. He understood that the anxiety would likely linger, but he silently vowed he would be there to ensure it couldn’t consume you.

He wouldn’t allow it.

[red-dead-sakharine]

Serendipitous ways - Part ?

Celebrimbor x m!reader, 784 words m/m, fluff, first kiss

Part 1 | Part 2

(I don't know if my ADHD will ever let me get to this scene, so I decided to just write it down out of order. At this point in the story, reader and Celebrimbor know each other well, and work together, and are heavily pining for each other, but of course neither has confessed yet...)

It was late and the sun had already set, as Celebrimbor walked past the workshop and heard the rhythmic strokes of a hammer. Someone was working late.

Curiosity commanded him to take a look, for a little voice at the back of his head was hoping quietly that it was (Y/N).

When he cautiously peeked into the room, his hopes were answered. There he was, hammering away on his project, wearing his smithing apron... but no shirt.

Celebrimbor involuntarily bit his lower lip. The sight of the human's back did something to him. He watched for far longer than he thought appropriate, but he couldn't tear himself away. The way the man's muscles moved with every hammer swing, the sheen of sweat making him practically reflect the light of the forge - it was almost hypnotic.

As if guided by an invisible hand, Celebrimbor slowly came closer, still admiring the human's back. He wasn't trying to be sneaky, but (Y/N) was so engrossed with his work, that he didn't hear the light footed elf approach.

Again, Celebrimbor thought of all the things his heart wanted to tell the man. All the things he had not dared to say yet. He came to a halt slightly behind (Y/N), who still hadn't noticed him. He didn't mean to alarm him, but he struggled to find his voice. His eyes were still glued to the bare skin and the toned muscles rippling underneath.

Eventually he just reached out to touch him, laying a hand on (Y/N)'s shoulder.

The human jumped a little, and his head snapped around to see who was with him, but he immediately relaxed again when he saw Celebrimbor, "Oh it's you."

Celebrimbor smiled at him, some unknown curse binding his tongue. His eyes wandered back to (Y/N)'s back - and so did his hand. Fingers gliding slowly across the bare skin, tracing the outlines of muscles.

He wanted to say what he felt. Wanted to put everything into words, but words failed him. He was scared (Y/N) might shy away any moment, might think him inappropriate, ...might tell him that he does not feel the same.

He inhaled to say something, but no words came out. He wanted to explain how drawn he had felt towards (Y/N) from the moment he first saw him. How he enjoys his humor and creativity. The pleasant conversations.

The sound of (Y/N)'s laugh...

But he couldn't say a word.

(Y/N) did not shy away however. He just stood there, looking confused and uncertain for a moment, before he eventually said a little awkwardly, "I... I'm sweaty."

Celebrimbor let out an amused huff, "I don't care."

His eyes found (Y/N)'s again, hand still gliding across the man's back. And finally, some sort of communication happened. Not with words, but through their gaze. Finally the dots connected - for both of them, and clarity found them.

(Y/N) put down his hammer and iron, his gaze never leaving Celebrimbor's as he wiped his hands on his apron and turned slightly.

His eyes flitted down to the elf lord's lips and back up. Celebrimbor approved, but this was all new to him. He didn't know what to say or do, so he just moved ever so slightly towards (Y/N).

The human thankfully seemed keen enough to notice and slowly, ever so slowly closed the gap, giving Celebrimbor ample time to retreat if he wanted to.

But he didn't want to. And finally, after all this time, their lips met.

(Y/N)'s beard felt surprisingly soft - one question that had burned in Celebrimbor's mind for weeks now, finally answered.

The kiss was long but calm - neither was up for wild throws of passion, instead acting slow and gentle. Just how Celebrimbor liked it. His heart burst with joy as he realized this. It had been his anxious nightmare scenario - that (Y/N) would reciprocate his feelings but be so wild, that it would not be comfortable for the elf lord. He had worried that human passion would be too much for an old elf like him. But (Y/N) was soft and gentle. And Celebrimbor knew right then, that this man would never hurt him, or make him uncomfortable.

He couldn't help but sigh with elated relief into the kiss, as his worries flew away.

His hand still rested on the man's back, and soon he felt a cautious hand come to rest on his own waist. He liked that.

He liked all of this.

When their lips finally parted, they just looked at each other for a long while, saying with their eyes what their voices somehow could not.

Celebrimbor smiled, a small happy huff escaping him. And (Y/N) smiled back.

[graciegoeskrazy]

You know I got you

(Ross Macdonald + Teen!Daughter!r)

warnings: r throws up, Ross bein the best

A/n: I was liking to write fluff as an apology but I’m it’s actually kind of just hurt/comfort now that I think of it so….thats my b. Also this was requested in like march im so sorry um

It was supposed to be a normal show, and for the most part, it was. The boys had been onstage for a while, sounding as good as ever, their energy electric as they moved through the setlist. The crowd was alive, a sea of movement and sound. You’d normally be part of that energy too, jumping around the side of the stage with a friend, a guitar tech, or whoever happened to be there. Tonight, though, was different, and Ross noticed almost immediately.

You weren’t your usual self—your movements slower, your laughter absent. At one point, during the lull between songs, you clutched your stomach suddenly, a sharp intake of breath giving away your discomfort. You were near the front of the side walkway, in perfect view of your dad for most of the show, so there was no hiding it. While he switched out his bass, Ross’s eyes darted to you, his expression shifting from the joy of performing to a flicker of concern as he caught the subtle change in your mood and the distant look in your eyes.

From the stage, he mouthed, “You alright?” His eyebrows knit together in worry as he noticed the way you held yourself tighter, your focus clearly elsewhere, struggling to steady your breathing. You forced a quick smile, nodding too hastily in response, hoping to ease his concern. But Ross wasn’t convinced. His gaze lingered, searching your face for any sign of reassurance. When the next song started, he nodded hesitantly and turned back to the crowd, though the unease in his chest remained.

You held out as long as you could, but as the song continued, the discomfort became too much. Without a word, you slipped backstage, your only thought being to find the nearest bathroom before you lost control of yourself completely.

Onstage, Ross’s hands moved instinctively over his bass, but his mind was no longer in the music. It took everything in him not to drop his instrument and follow you, every fiber of his being screaming to check on you. His eyes darted toward Gabbriette, silently pleading for her help. He didn’t need to say a word—she was already moving, weaving her way through the side stage to chase after you. Ross watched her disappear after you, a pang of helplessness settling in his chest as he forced himself to keep playing.

When Gabbriette found you in the backstage bathroom, you were already crumpled on the floor, your arms wrapped tightly around yourself as you hunched over the toilet seat. The sound of the door opening barely registered over the ringing in your ears, but the warmth of her presence immediately filled the small, sterile space. Without hesitation, she knelt beside you, gently sweeping your hair out of your face and securing it with one hand as she used the other to rub slow, soothing circles on your back.

“Shh,” she murmured softly, her voice low and calm, an anchor in your spiraling panic. “It’s alright, you’re okay. What happened?”

You shook your head, swallowing thickly, the words caught somewhere in your tightening chest. Finally, you managed to whisper, “I don’t know. I just started feeling bad all of a sudden.”

Her hand didn’t falter, the steady motion of her palm a quiet comfort against the storm brewing inside you. “Okay, okay,” she said gently, her tone as steady as her movements. “It’s alright. The show’s almost over. Your dad will be here soon.” Her reassurance was soft but firm, grounding you even as the unease continued to ripple through your body.

Gabby kept the door propped open as she stood in between the bathroom and the hallway, trying to keep a protective eye on you while also waiting for Ross to walk down the hallways from the stage. Only a few minutes had passed, but they felt like hours. You could hear the crowd get louder and louder and eventually heard the familiar tune of the last song.

Ross, Adam, and Matty were all on the B-stage for the last song. Ross didn’t waste anytime when he played the very last notes. Immediately climbing down the side ladder before handing his bass to one of the boys, and running down the side walkway as fast as he could. Ignoring every single fan is his reach, he ran backstage, eager to find you.

Gabby called his name as soon as she saw him. “In here.”

He silently thanked her as he passed her and walked into the restroom.

You didn’t look up, too tired to move, but you knew it was him. His footsteps were familiar to you, comforting in some sense, although it did nothing to relieve the aching feeling running its course through your body.

His heart broke at the sight of you, knees curled up to your chest and body sweating almost as much as him, but you didn’t just complete a two and a half hour concert. “Oh, darling. What have we got here?” He asked gently, kneeling down to meet you.

“I don’t feel good.” You said simply 

“I know, sweetheart. I know. I’m gonna get you back to the hotel right now, okay?” You nodded with all the energy you had left as he cradled your face.

“Can you tell me what hurts my love?”

You slowly moved to adjust yourself, the cold floor not being the most comfortable place right now. “My head hurts a lot. My stomach too…I don’t know, everything just feels very achy.”

He nodded, trying to hold it together but in reality he was in pain too every time he saw you in pain. “Okay, Alright. I’m gonna go get your things. Want to stay here for the moment?” You nodded softly. “Alright. I’ll be right back, my love.”

…

The ride from the arena to the hotel felt like an eternity, each passing minute stretching as your discomfort grew worse. By the time you stepped into your dad’s bedroom, every symptom had reached a ten. You didn’t bother with decorum, collapsing face-first onto his bed with a muffled groan. Relief felt like a distant concept, and the lack of medication or even a temperature check only made it worse.

“Not so fast, my girl,” your dad said, his voice cutting through your haze of exhaustion. 

“Whyyyy?” you whined, refusing to lift your head from the pillow.

“First off, you’re still in your clothes—which, might I add, have hints of puke on them. Secondly, that’s my bed. Have you forgotten that your room is next door? I just came in here to grab you some medicine.”

You shifted slightly but didn’t make any move to leave. “But I don’t wanna be there by myself,” you murmured, your voice soft and pleading. “Please, Dad. Just this one time? I don’t feel good.”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. He wanted to say no. He wanted to remind you that you’d said “just this one time” last week when you crawled into his bed at three in the morning, claiming you could hear George’s snoring through the wall. But the memory of his bandmates’ voices rang in his head, their teasing reminders to *enjoy it while it lasts.* He looked at you, curled up in his blanket, pale and pitiful, and he knew he couldn’t say no.

“Fine,” he relented with a small sigh, “but you still gotta shower.”

“That’s gonna take too long,” you grumbled, burrowing further into the bed. “I just want to rest.”

“You’ll feel better after a cool shower, my love,” he coaxed gently. “Then, I promise, you can come right back here and lay down.”

You hesitated, your stubbornness clashing with the trust in his voice, before finally nodding. “Okay.”

“I’ll go get it running for you,” he said, already moving toward the bathroom. “Just wait here for a second.”

Moments later, he returned, gesturing toward the bathroom. “It’s all ready, go ‘head.”

Dragging yourself up, you trudged into the bathroom, expecting the usual sterile setup. Instead, you found the shower set to the exact temperature you always preferred, the steam curling softly against the mirror. Your shower products, still tucked away in your suitcase, were carefully laid out on the counter, alongside a fresh towel and your favorite set of pajamas. Seeing everything he’d prepared sparked a small, warm smile to your lips, a flicker of gratitude breaking through the fog of your discomfort.

The cool water worked wonders, easing the aches in your body and clearing your head. You could now admit your dad was right. By the time you stepped out and changed into the cozy pajamas he’d picked out, you felt a little lighter, a little more human. Padding back into the bedroom, you found him sitting on the edge of the bed, scrolling absently on his phone. He looked up as you approached, his expression softening.

“Dad?” you murmured as you crawled back into the bed beside him.

“Hm?”

“Thank you.” 

He smiled, brushing a damp strand of hair from your face. “Always, my love.”

[ptolomia]

Can you write a luke x bau reader , where Luke is inlove with reader but is in a relationship with Lisa because he think she doesn’t love him back. Reader obviously heartbroken he’s taken and rants to Penelope about her feelings and luke hears.

She laughs like you

Pairing: Luke Alvez x Fem!BAU!Reader

Warnings: Angst, Mutual Pining, Open ending, Reader has outstanding morals.

In fact, it was one of the first things Luke had noticed about Lisa. The way her breaths came and her chuckles struck as melodiously as yours. The way her lips twisted in the same direction yours would. He almost felt guilty as the days passed and her face slowly morphed into an image of you.

He thought he could bear it, find happiness in the way her laugh wasn’t quite yours, her smile wasn’t as crooked and chaotic. Her breaths didn’t come the same way, her joy wasn’t as pure. Still, Luke bore it, he smiled, laughed, planted kisses on her skin all while he searched for fragments of you in her soul.

You, on the other hand, could not bear it any more than he could. The outward appearance of bliss had clouded their image. You spent nights sleepless, searching for echoes of him in your dreams. Watching his frenzied journey to make his home hers, to embed his dreams into her heart. You felt your soul break apart.

Until one day the flow of your sanity had finally run dry. You had just arrived at your desk, prepared to tackle the mountain of paperwork that stood atop your desk until the sound of Matt and Luke’s conversation began to surround you. You listened as he eagerly spoke about her. The way he could barely contain his chuckles as he spoke, the way his cheeks flushed as Matt teased him relentlessly. You couldn’t do it anymore.

Standing up, you shuffled to Penelope’s office almost immediately. Barely shutting the door behind you as you hyperventilated. “What’s wrong sugar-” She was cut off by the way you collapsed into her arms.

“Pen, I can’t do it anymore,” you sobbed the words barely escaping. “I-I can’t smile and pretend to be happy for them anymore. I love him Pen! I don’t know how much more I can take before I go insane! I wish more than anything that I could swallow my feelings and be happy for him but the pain is eating me alive.”

She was speechless, instead of speaking she planted her hand on the back of your head, stroking your hair to ease your pain. “I know sweetheart, I’m so sorry.” she whispered.

Luke didn’t mean to eavesdrop, in fact he just wanted to know what was wrong. His heart hurt just thinking about you in pain, he foolishly followed you to Garcia’s office, only meaning to offer help. He hadnt expected that you of all people would feel so strongly about him. He was shell shocked, he was unable to move, or breathe, heck he couldn’t even knock. She just stood outside Penelope’s door listening to his head break as your sobs slowed.

“Stay there, sugar, I’ll go fetch you some coffee for your nerves.” She said, standing as you grasped your chest, finally beginning to calm down. Until you hear Penelope cuss.

“What the fuck?” She says, as you turn your chair swiftly. Your face dropped at the sight of Luke standing outside her door. When did he get there? Did he hear all that? You’re palpitating again, holding your head in you hands as you prepare to cry again. He breathes out your name, practically running to you after Garcia tells you two to talk.

“What do you want, Luke? Do you want to chew me out? To chastise me?” you say, your eyes stinging from all the tears. “Please, just listen?” he begs you.

“Listen, I know I have no right to say this to you but for what it’s worth, I love you.” He says shakily, barely mustering the courage to continue. “I chose Lisa because she reminded me of you. Because her laughs, he’s smiles, the way she speaks all remind me of you.” He laughs humourlessly. “I know that sounds awful but it’s true, I learned to love her because I love you.” You watched as a single tear fell from his eye. “So please, give me a chance, let me finally love you.” You couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

You didn’t understand what compelled you to giggle maniacally but you did. “Are you serious?” You ask rhetorically. Watching as his pain became embarrassment “You’re right about one thing, you do have no reason to say this to me.” Your giggles finally seize. “I do love you Luke but I deserve more, fuck, Lisa deserves more.” You say, clearing your throat. “If you loved me you would’ve chosen me, not someone who acts or sounds like me. You would choose me!” you were practically yelling at this point, “Let me make this very clear, I love you, but I don’t love you enough to hurt Lisa. I may not be her friend but I’m not her enemy either. You’ll leave us both alone, and you’ll come clean.” Shaking your head you finally look him in the eye. “Give us peace, heal, and then come and find me.” You walk to the door and Slam in behind you.

God, did you just do that?

[all-alone-he-turns-to-stone]

One Day, I’ll Say Hello

Dean Winchester Masterlist  

Summary: It keeps happening. Whenever he goes, Dean seems to bump into the same girl. Every time, he finds himself unable to speak to her. When he meets her again at the beach, everything finally makes sense.

Warning: Mention of grief, a bit of angst, crying, car accident, but also fluff, crack, and lots of sun bathing

Pairing: Dean x F!Reader

Word Count: 2869

A/n: Hello everyone! So this is the first fic I’m posting after my long hiatus! This is for @smellingofpoetry​ writing challenge, with the prompt “Feeling the warmth on your naked skin”. Big thank you to @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior​ for helping with correction, the title, and cheering me up!

"I'm starting to believe you're following me."

The voice startled him instantly, and his first instinct was to put his hand on his belt. But he found it empty, he left his gun in the car. Regardless, he didn't need it, not after he recognized who the voice belonged to.

"Well," a smirk drew across his face as he walked over to the source of the voice. "Looks like even fate wants us to stay together." Giving a wink he thought was devastating, Dean quickly lost his smile when he noticed the girl's expression. It clearly wasn’t the time to bother her, not again. "Oh, uhm, sorry, I think my flirting skills are rusty, I'll leave you be."

"No!" She sounded rushed, scared, even, of being left alone. "You're not bothering me. Stay, I'd love to have some company.”

The big, seductive smile back on his face, Dean took a few steps towards the girl. The sand was warm under his bare feet, and he accepted the feel of the grains sliding between his toes with joy. With each step, he felt like he was sinking deeper into the sand. But the closer he got to her, the warmer he felt.

Close enough but leaving a respectable distance between them, he dropped down to the ground, and set his shoes next to him. Then, in silence, they just enjoyed the moment.

It was very nice. The sun was beating down hard on their heads, but neither of them minded. It was a feeling he craved, and he laid on his back in the sand to let the warm rays settle on to the bit of exposed skin he offered up. The sounds of the waves moving in the distance, brought a calm sensation in his body.

“You know,” her voice finally broke the silence. “You would enjoy the sun a lot more if you were in a swimsuit.”

At these words, Dean smiled. "If you wanna see me naked, you can just say."

A laugh followed his comment. "Of course. My first desire when I meet someone is to see them naked. Nice try."

"For the record," he turned his head towards her, ignoring her last statement, "you're not really dressed for the beach either.”

The girl turned her head to stare at him, then lifted her sunglasses up to contemplate what she was wearing. Her shorts ended a little above the knee, and she had her tank top pulled up a bit, so she could feel the heat of the sun on her stomach.

"At least I'm getting more sun than you, with all those clothes and layers you've got on," she smiled, then rolled back into position, lying on her back with both arms extended to either side of her body. She sighed, content.

Dean couldn't help but study her; he didn't usually stare at people like that, but something about her made him curious in a way he hadn't been in a while. There was something special about her, and it wasn't only her stunning beauty.

He didn't know her that well, but… 

As he continued to stare at her, the memories of their first meeting came flooding back to him. 

Before

“Coffee for Y/n!”

Distracted by the current hunt he was dealing with - the apocalypse coming just around the corner, and his brother off god knew where - Dean wasn’t paying attention to the name being called flby the barista, or to the name written on the cup. Completely absorbed in his thoughts, he grabbed the coffee and headed for the exit, sipping on it.

“Blerg!” He immediately spat out the much too sweet drink. “Disgusting!”

"Uhm, sorry."

Too busy trying to come up with a stronger word than "disgusting" for the sugary concoction, Dean wasn't paying attention to the voice that spoke behind him; he simply continued on his way towards a trash can, ready to throw away the foul liquid.

“Hey!”

Suddenly, a hand entered his sight to grab the cup before he could throw it away.

"What's wrong with you!" He exclaimed, turning to the person who had just interrupted him. A multitude of insults were ready to cross his lips, but he forgot them all when he saw the person in front of him.

"What's wrong with me? Well, tell me - what's your name?"

He couldn't believe his eyes or ears. Not only had they made a mistake on his order, but now a stranger, who was far too charming, was stealing it from him when he was about to put it in the garbage? And now she was asking his name?

“Funny way to flirt, but okay, I'll bite. It’s Dean.” The hunter crossed his arms over his chest, puffing it out in an attempt to look more buff. But that only made the girl laugh as she took a sip of the sweet coffee. "Hey, that's mine!" he chastised.

“Next time you order a coffee, Dean, make sure it’s your name on the cup.”

Completely taken aback, Dean didn't have time to react or reply before the stranger was leaving. He only caught a quick glimpse of the name written on the cup before she was gone.

It definitely wasn’t Dean.

“Son of a bitch.”

It was not the only time he crossed paths with the woman. The same day, a few hours later, he was back at the motel doing research on his computer for the current hunt when suddenly everything went black.

The power was out.

“Son of a bitch!!!”

It really wasn't his day.

Dean ran his hands over his face, sighing. Usually it was Sam who did the research on hunts. But after what he told him… Sam was gone. A simple fight had quickly turned into a shouting mess, and although he was still angry with his brother, Dean regretted some of the things he said.

Sighing once again, Dean got up and left his room. As it was late at night, it was dark and it took him a while to find the front desk of the motel.

There was no one.

"Of course."

Dean jumped over the counter. Since he didn’t have the key or the permission to be there, he had to act quickly. Luckily, he knew where the breaker was, all he had to do was open the door to his right, walk a little in the hallway, and then, the electrical room was there. After turning the power back on, Dean walked back to the counter again and on the other side...

“You’re kidding right, you’re telling me you work here?”

The girl from the cafe was in front of him, her arms folded across her chest. Taken aback, Dean didn't know how to react, once again. It was twice in one day that he ran into her, and both times he was at a loss for words.

When he didn't answer, the girl turned to leave, but luckily the hunter's body worked faster than his mouth. “Wait!”

He eventually caught up with her as she stopped in front of a door. Raising an eyebrow, she waited for him to speak.

Come on Dean, say something! Speak, why can't you say anything to her!

"They are all the same," she mumbled to herself as she turned to the door to unlock it. It was her room.

"I don't work here."

Stopping in her tracks, she turned her head to signal she heard him. “Okay. But I think I would have preferred you did. Because now, explaining your presence there is suddenly very complicated.”

There was a simple, easy-to-share explanation for his presence there. But yet, when he tried to say it, Dean once again found himself unable to form a coherent sentence. Why was he having so much trouble talking to this girl?

“Anyway, not my business, just glad the lights are on again.” She opened the door and took a step inside, then another, and as he finally found his voice, the door closed right in his face.

"Son. Of. A. Bitch.”

And it was like that every time they met. And they seemed to meet all the time and everywhere. At the grocery store. On the sidewalk, walking the same direction. Even at a red light where she crossed the street. Wherever he went in the days following their first meeting, Dean seemed to bump into her.

A few days later, the hunt was over and the bones burned. The ghost turned out to be a girl that died in a car accident a couple of weeks ago. She was targeting drivers who exceeded the speed limit on the city's main street, causing fatal accidents. One victim died, the others only suffered injuries. 

And luckily for Dean, both him and Baby came out of this hunt without a scratch.

But that was just from the outside. Because inside of him, the wounds didn’t want to heal.

Now

Lying on this beach, next to the girl he had spent the last couple of days constantly walking into, Dean's thoughts were lost again.

"What are you thinking about?"

Her voice pulled him out of his head, and he noticed he was still staring at her. After clearing his throat, Dean turned his attention back to the sky and the blinding sun. 

"Just… Um…" A sudden shadow soothed the burning rays of the sun in his eyes, and he blinked a few times to see the girl sitting beside him, one hand placed perfectly in front of him to shade his eyes. He swallowed with difficulty, like there was a ball in his throat and got up on his elbows. 

“I didn't pay attention back at the café, that’s why I picked up the wrong order. I don't work at the motel, I just wanted the power to be back on, but since there was no one there, I fixed it myself. And I swear, I wasn't following you. It was all just weird coincidences that I can't explain." 

Finally, he managed to say all the things he'd wanted to tell her every time he ran into her. It felt good to finally have control over his voice again.

"Mm hmm," she nodded, and Dean wished she didn't have her sunglasses on so he could admire her eyes. "I noticed you didn't seem very focused. Want to talk about it?"

Since he was unable to see her eyes, Dean focused on her lips. "Why would I want to talk about my problems to someone whose name I don't even know?" He replied, hoping it would prompt her to reveal her identity.

A smile tugged at her perfect lips. “Oh, but you know my name. It was written on my coffee.” Dean rolled his eyes. “Also, after all our encounters, don't you think fate would like us to get to know each other?”

At her words, Dean sat up completely. It didn't matter if he was covered in sand or that now, the sun was beating down on his face again. He liked the warmth it gave to his skin. “Fate is a bitch.”

She cocked her head to the side, amused, then took off her glasses. “Fuck fate, then. Why were you stealing other people's coffee, Dean?"

A small laugh escaped him as he thought for a moment. "My brother." 

The words then seemed to come out all on their own. One after the other. He told her everything, well, apart from the supernatural aspect of his life. He told her about his fight with his brother, the only family he had left. How hard his job was, that he hadn't taken a moment for himself in so long; he couldn't even remember the last time he just laid down to feel the heat of the sun on his skin. And he told her about the regrets he had for some of the things he'd said and done.

She listened carefully without interruption. And when he was done telling her everything that was on his mind, he waited nervously for her to call him crazy and selfish. After all, it was the truth. 

But that didn't happen.

“I’m sorry life sucks so much right now.” Her gaze wandered to the horizon. “You seem to really love your brother.”

“Yeah, I do.”

“You should call him,” she turned her head towards him. As the sun went down, leaving with its warmth and light, he could see all the sadness of the world shining in her eyes. “Don't add more regrets to the ones you already have.”

“What if he doesn’t want to talk to me?”

She laughed softly. It was the saddest laugh Dean had ever heard, like she was accepting the truth, and the truth was that she'd never be happy again. One of her hands wiped her cheeks and left small grains of sand on her skin. 

“That's the worst that could happen if you call him; what's the worst that could happen if you don't?”

Dean nodded. It made a lot of sense. Sam could refuse to talk to him…hang…never forgive him. But if he didn’t try… He had no idea how much worse it could get. 

“And you," he asked, "why are you here?”

She was likely expecting that question from him, because her gaze once again fell on the vast ocean before them. “Regrets, just like you.” 

Her body language changed then. She started playing with her hair, her feet sinking into the sand as though to feel something, anything, other than the pain she was feeling right now as memories flooded back into her head. "But for me, it's too late."

She had listened to him and been there for him, so obviously Dean wanted to do the same. "I'm sure it's not."

Shaking her head, she sighed. “It is. She passed away last month. A month already…” The sun was almost completely gone and the cold had settled onto the beach. Dean had no idea if she was shaking because she was cold or because she was in pain.

“We had a fight. You know, even best friends can disagree on things. I said mean things to her, the only person that ever stayed by my side… She was my everything. And I ruined everything.” Passing her hand over her cheeks again, Dean noticed the silent tears that had started to flow a while ago.“It was about speeding. I told her she was driving too fast. Well, I was right in the end.”

A sob broke her words.

And Dean understood.

The ghost he had to take care of… Was her best friend. Even after death, she remembered what they talked about, and wanted to do good. In the worst possible way. Causing people that were speeding to crash on that same road where she lost her life.

His heart sank as the pain she was feeling mingled with his own. And without noticing, he had his arms around her shoulders, holding her against him while she cried. Her body was shaking so much, her warm tears quickly soaking through his shirt. But he didn’t mind.

They stayed like that until the sun disappeared completely, and then, they stayed longer. Finally, he drove them back to the motel and walked her to her room.

“I don’t need your number,” she said as she stepped backwards into her room. “I’m sure we’ll bump into each other again.”

“You bet,” Dean winked, a smile stretching his lips. They said goodnight, and he walked back to his own room. The conversations they'd had wouldn’t leave his mind. So he got his phone out, scrolled through his contacts, and stopped at the letter S, staring at Sam's name.

It wasn’t too late. But it could be if he didn’t do anything.

Without further hesitation, Dean pressed the call button.

-

It took a day for Sam to come back. When he finally arrived at the motel Dean was staying in, he was expecting a lot of things. Apologies from his big brother, hugs, anger, and probably more fighting. But he definitely hadn't expected to walk in on the scene he did.

“Ouch! Son of a bitch!”

“Hello?” Sam pushed the door open, looking everywhere but not finding his brother. “Dean?”

“Bathroom,” Dean answered and Sam followed his voice. What he found there was definitely more than unexpected. 

Sam couldn’t help bursting into laughter as he was met with a very red faced Dean. 

“What happened? Did you forget protection?”

His brother's whole face was burnt, and when Sam looked down, he could see that Dean's feet had suffered the same fate.

“Ha. Ha.” Dean laughed sarcastically as he looked at himself in the mirror again. It was bound to happen, spending the day outside, under the sun, with no sunscreen on… 

He looked like a tomato.

But it was worth it. 

“I’m glad you came back, little brother,” Dean said as he met Sam’s eyes in the mirror.

Sam stopped laughing and nodded, a soft smile on his lips. “I’m glad you called. But I need to know, what did you do while I was gone?”

To that, Dean just smiled. “I ran into someone. More than once.”

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[hrrorflm]

The last time.

Pairing: Checo Perez x reader.

Warnings: Angst, breakup, Checo being an asshole. Not proofread. English isn't my first language.

Monday afternoon after a weekend of racing and all you could do was wait anxiously for Checo's arrival at the apartment you shared together.

The last two months of your relationship had been a little strange, Checo was distant, from the way he refused to kiss you when you asked him, to the conversations that seemed nothing more than a conversation between two strangers who had just met. A part of you attributed it mainly to the poor track performance and the little support his team seemed to show him because of that. His indifference towards you was so big that more than one occasion you reminded him how important he was to you. Still, things didn't seem to change but immediately all the bad thoughts went away when you thought again about how difficult the environment at work was and the comments he made, attributing his notable distant treatment to simple professional sadness.

Almost without realizing it, the night sky covered the city. Checo should have arrived 4 hours ago, however, there was no sign of him in your home. Fearing that something bad had happened, you took your cell phone in your hands to call him. At the last minute and without wanting to overwhelm him further, you chose to check his Instagram profile. Surprisingly it had a story, clicking on the small circle, the photo opened in front of you: Checo with a couple of friends, drinking a little. A feeling of calm came to your chest knowing that he was fine, yet a strange sensation continued to bother you. Opening the photo again, this time to look at it more closely, you noticed a feminine hand resting subtly on his knee. Due to the light in the place it could barely be seen clearly, but it was there. You bit your lip like every time you felt anxiety invading your body, until the sensation of physical pain was greater than that sensation of anxiety. You threw your cell phone to the side on the couch, opting to go to bed to rest properly. Tomorrow you could talk about the photo with Checo.

After doing your little routine before going to bed, you finally went to bed, ready to close your eyes to rest. And even though you tried, the truth was that you couldn't sleep at all. That photo kept spinning around in your head. And Checo not showing up only made it worse. The hours passed and you were unable to close your eyes for more than 5 minutes. When the first rays of sunlight began to brighten the day outside your room, leaving behind the dark tones of the night, your eyes felt exhausted enough to allow you to get a couple of hours of sleep.

9 in the morning and you were already up, still in your pajamas, preparing breakfast when the sound of the front door opening reached your ears. A smile of joy appeared on your lips almost instantly and you hurried out of the kitchen to greet your boyfriend, but as soon as you took a few steps to get closer to him you could tell that he was not in the best mood, despite that photo where he seemed to be enjoying the night. Sighing, you managed to murmur an "I'm glad you're back, love, I've missed you."

Checo stopped on his way to the room and cast a quick glance in your direction, only to resume his pace, leaving you confused, wouldn't he have heard you? Of course he heard you, otherwise he wouldn't have looked in your direction. Maybe he wanted to change into something more comfortable before going downstairs. You decided to ignore that and returned to the kitchen, ready to serve breakfast on two plates so you could share it with Checo.

Leaving the small plates on the table, you walked to the stairs. "Breakfast is ready, love, will you come down?" Checo's voice was immediate, "No, I'm not hungry, I'll sleep a little." You sighed sadly and even a little helplessly, was it so difficult to go down to have breakfast with you? Couldn't I even join you for breakfast? You could feel tears threatening to fall from your eyes. You shook your head slightly, returning to the breakfast table. But once you sat down and had the plate in front of you, the hunger seemed to have disappeared. Contemplating the food in front of you you could feel the pain in your stomach growing, your palms sweating and your heart pounding. You were prey to anxiety. You knew it perfectly. That's how it had been since you noticed Checo's change in attitude. You shook your head more than frustrated and decided to go back to the room, maybe lying next to Sergio would help you feel better.

You entered the room, watching him rest peacefully on the bed. You smiled to yourself, watching sweetly as he slept, so peaceful, oblivious to everything. Getting rid of your sandals you lay down next to him, waking him up with the gentle movements. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."

"It's okay, it doesn't matter," Sergio murmured, without opening his eyes.

You moved close enough to lay your head on his chest, longing for the feeling of warmth that Checo gave off naturally and wanting to inhale the aroma of his perfume that you loved so much. Although your wishes were quickly thwarted when Checo shifted, turning in his spot to turn his back to you. Your look of surprise was obvious, even more so was the moan you let out at that.

Not being able to take it anymore, you finally gathered enough courage to face him and sitting on the bed, you asked, “Is something wrong? ".

Checo seemed not to understand the question and muttered "what are you talking about?"

"You haven't treated me like you always do for two months, Checo. You treat me differently, you're distant from me, you don't talk to me or look at me. You don't even kiss me anymore! I can't touch you because, like now, you push me away." At some point, your voice had raised, revealing your frustration and disappointment with the situation.

Irritated and somewhat annoyed, Checo turned back on the bed so he could see you. "Nothing, nothing happens."

That was the straw that broke the camel's back. Almost like a spring you got out of bed, rushing towards the bathroom as your cheeks turned red and tears flooded your eyes. You grabbed the knob and before disappearing out the door, you wanted to know. "Do you still like me?"

The answer didn't come immediately and with every second that passed your heart accelerated faster and faster, seeming like it would explode at any moment. All you could hear was Checo's slow breathing and your attempts to stop your tears.

"Why you ask?". The indifference in his voice made you want to run away from there.

"I want you to tell me".

Letting out a sigh, the words you seemed to fear the most reached your ears. "Our relationship is not what it was, I feel strange with you and it's like we are just strangers."

It felt like a bucket of ice water falling on your back, as if your heart weighed 200 kilos more in your chest, tears swirled in your eyes without being able to contain them and your soul felt like it was leaving your body. Holding tightly to the doorknob, your sobs became present. You started to shake. You wanted to disappear. Or maybe you wished it was all a dream. One bad dream and you would soon wake up in the arms of the love of your life, staring at the freckles on his face while he slept.

The complete indifference with which he was handling the situation left you stunned, furious. It was unbearable. Retracing your steps you walked to the closet, grabbed a t-shirt and some jeans, changing your clothes so quickly that Checo was a little surprised. Still he made no vain attempt to stop you. Finally you put on your tennis shoes and took your cell phone, ready to leave the home that you had created for yourselves as soon as possible.

However, a voice stopped you. It was almost offensive, insensitive.

"What?" you asked in disbelief, thinking that maybe it was a bad move in your head.

"If you could come get your things before Thursday that would be great, I'm going to Silverstone and I don't want them to see you leaving, for safety reasons."

The blood seemed to rise to your cheeks, and your entire body trembled at what you had just heard. It felt so unreal. Ironically, a small laugh escaped your lips at what had just happened.

"Okay, Checo, I'll come in the afternoon today." You wanted to sound strong, but your voice had betrayed you. It had barely been a whisper.

You didn't have the courage to look at him one more time, knowing that if you did, a part of you would refuse to believe what was happening. Suddenly, that photo came to your memory. You wanted to ask if that was happening because of her, if there was someone else in Checo's life. But there were too many emotions for one day. Shaking your head, you walked out the door muttering a heartfelt “take care.”

The days had passed. Sunday race at Silverstone. You had involuntarily gotten up very early to watch the race, even with the pain that accompanied your heart that seemed to squeeze every time Checo's name was heard on television. After an exciting and highly contested fight, Checo had managed to get on the podium in second place. Without being able to help it, a smile of pride made its way onto your lips when you saw him there, smiling. You could almost swear the breakup hadn't affected him at all. He looked amazing. Until the camera focused on a woman among the audience waiting for such a triumph. She was beautiful, thin, tall, brown haired and very pretty. But that wasn't what caught your attention, no, no. It was the way she looked and who she looked at, when you finally realized that Checo was also looking at her and giving her a unique smile. Like the ones he used to dedicate to you. Suddenly, something seemed to click in your head. You felt your heart break. Now you understood his treatment of you, the absences, the lack of tact, everything.

You wanted to disappear.

[oneshotnewbie]

Can we pretty please get a part 2 for that Maya x Carina x reader fic where she might be pregnant?

Author's note: I am aware that you can only tell the sex of a baby from the 12th week of pregnancy - even better from the 22nd week. However, these dates didn't fit into the plot of the story, so I changed it up a bit. Don't be mad at me for that ♥

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The very next day you sat on the edge of the bathtub and waited anxiously for the result of the pregnancy test you had taken.

Immediately after your doctor's visit, you drove past a drugstore and got two different tests to be on the safe side. Simple tests that will pre-confirm whether or not you are pregnant until you have not been to a gynecologist yet, waiting for the pregnancy test to give you an indication if the three of you would finally be expecting a baby.

Five minutes felt like an eternity and you were biting your lip with tension until the taste of iron filled your mouth. Your fingers tapped wildly on the surface of the bathtub, drenching the bathroom with a light tune that drove you even more insane.

Carina gave you a warning look, arms crossed in front of her chest and leaning against the wall with her calm demeanor. Despite the calm she radiated, you could see that she was reluctant to wait for the result, her eyes barely parting from the sink where the test strip lay.

Maya, on the other hand, was the mother of nervousness. As if she were walking a marathon through the apartment, she was in the room faster than she moved out again. She could not find peace and restless, finding only a moment of it as she bit her fingernails. "How much longer do we have to wait?"

The addressee checked the time on her watch again - now for the third time. Her relaxed facial expression turned into a smile and she nodded in your direction almost unnoticed. As if the blonde had developed a sixth sense, she had jogged back from the living room to the bathroom faster than the Italian had managed to move away from the wall.

She immediately grabbed the test strip with her clammy hands and admired the results. A gentle smile had spread across her face, which was gradually changing into a deep grin. Two pink lines appeared. "We are pregnant!" marveled Maya and thus drew all the attention. Instantly, the Italian approached her and leaned out behind the firefighter to look at the small, long object in her wives hand. Her eyes filled with tears of joy.

Carina immediately gasped with joy and excitement before the two happy and shining pairs of eyes turned to you but did not meet your gaze. Your view had long been down on your stomach, already daydreaming about the baby that might be growing inside you right now; fingers dancing on your shirt, tenderly drawing a big heart across the entire surface of your stomach.

"Bella, cosa fai?" (Beautiful, what are you doing?)

"All the weeks of mood swings, hot flashes and dizziness have finally paid off," you chuckled happily and were about to burst into tears. Maya and Carina savored this moment as a treasure and adored the gesture. "We are pregnant - we are having a little baby!"

With slow steps they tiptoed towards you and sat down next to you.

The brunette's arm wrapped around your shoulders while her fingers pulled your face gently around for a deep kiss while the blonde knelt in front of you and laid her head on your lap; hugging you tight.

They too were more than happy about the beautiful news but could hardly believe it, even if they had been longingly waiting for this day. Now only a small stone lay in the path of a family; the ultrasound to confirm your pregnancy and the beginning of a new, even happier phase of life.

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Both Maya and Carina took a day off from work to accompany you to the gynecological practice.

While you were sitting in the waiting room together, you both held your hand and took turns smiling at you. Again and again you all glanced at your stomach, the pregnancy test confirmed Carina's assumption that you would soon be parents.

Now the first ultrasound was coming up, which will confirm whether you were really pregnant or not and in which week you were already if so. "I am nervous," you whispered, looking over at your wives who were gently stroking your fingers and playing with the matte silver wedding ring. "You do not have to, everything will be just fine"

"Mrs. Bishop-DeLuca?" the receptionist brought you out of the conversation and you quickly pulled your gaze back towards the door. Maya and Carina followed your gaze before getting up and following you into the treatment room.

You sat down on the stretcher, your legs tensely waving in the air; the two women in the chairs in front of the doctor's desk. "So let's see, you are here because of a probable pregnancy?" she asked you and you nodded in unison with the two women. "Yes, we did two pregnancy tests a few days ago. Both were positive."

The doctor also gave a short nod, began entering the information in your file and preparing everything for the examination. "Well then, let's see. I ask you to lie down flat on the stretcher, shirt up and jeans down to your hips, please"

You did what you were told and made yourself comfortable. The doctor spread the cool gel on your stomach and on the ultrasound machine before switching it on and briefly entering your information into the system.

With a concentrated look, the doctor examined everything carefully, stroking the head of the device several times over the point below your navel and stopping. Your heart was pounding with hope and joy, the beaming faces of Maya and Carina indicated that it was the case with them too.

The specialist leaned closer to the screen, increasing the brightness of the image to get a better view before finally turning her gaze to you. "Congratulations, you are in your eighth week."

You looked at Maya and Carina wide-eyed and watched them shake in their chairs. You too could hardly keep still, but you tried to give the doctor a good examination. "Do you already want to know what gender it will be?"

"Yes, we would like that. Please," Maya intervened. The gender did not really matter to you, the main thing was that he or she was healthy. Nevertheless, the three of you agreed that you really wanted to know whether you could prepare for a girl or a boy.

"Well then, I do be happy to accept a few ideas?"

Now you were excited and pondered independently about the fifty/fifty chance. Maya had always wanted a little girl, while Carina really wanted a boy. Gender made no difference to you, you would love the child anyway. Whether son or daughter. "A girl," the blonde said at the same time as the brunette answered, "a boy."

You all give a short laugh before the doctor joins in. "Well in that case you are both right. Congratulations, you are having twins."

Twins. You had not even considered that and had to digest it first. She turns the monitor to you, your two beloved women now very close to your side again. You saw the two hearts beating almost synchronously and you suddenly realize that luck has made you two. Two treasures that would make your life complete.

[lemoncrushh]

Too Far From Texas | Chapter Seventeen

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Word Count: 4509

When I awoke in the morning, the first thought that went through my head - other than the fact that I had to pee - was that I was cold. Without opening my eyes, I rolled over onto my side, the sheets and comforter doing little to warm my naked body. I opened my eyes and noticed that the fire had died out. I was also alone.

With a pout, I sat up and browsed the room, deciding my red dress wouldn’t help me in the least. Then I spotted Harry’s discarded shirt on the ottoman and reached for it. I grimaced as I slipped my arms through the cold sleeves, only to roll my eyes when I could barely button it over my chest. But it would have to do. Sliding off the bed, I grabbed my panties from the floor and patted to the bathroom. Harry wasn’t back yet when I returned, so I hurried to the bed and wrapped myself under the covers in my own personal cocoon.

After a few minutes, I considered going to find him. But just as I made the decision, I could hear him coming up the stairs, whistling no less.

“Oh good, you’re awake,” he grinned, a tray in his hands.

I took in his appearance. He wore grey sweatpants and a black t-shirt, his hair still messy from sleep. He looked absolutely delicious.

“You left me alone again,” I commented.

“Sorry, baby. I made breakfast,” he said, setting the tray on the table. “Are you hungry?”

“Starved.”

“Good. But first…” Harry crawled up the bed to me, resting his hips between mine. His eyes beamed with joy though they still held a bit of sleep. “Good morning.”

His voice was deep and raspy, and I could feel the vibration down to my toes. I smiled at him, lifting my hand to his cheek.

“Morning,” I murmured.

Harry placed a soft kiss on my lips, sighing when my fingers traced his stubbled jaw.

“Hey, you’re wearing my shirt,” he remarked when he released my mouth.

“I was cold.”

“Oh,” he sounded, his hand traveling up my side. “I can help with that.”

Rolling off of me, he pulled me with him, wrapping his arms around me tight. I relaxed into his warm body, my head against his chest. I could hear his heartbeat. It was calming and somewhat therapeutic.

“Better?” he asked, rubbing my back.

“Mmm, much.”

“I would love to stay like this all day,” Harry murmured in my hair, “but I am pretty hungry.”

As though on cue, my stomach made an announcement that it agreed.

“Ah, and so are you,” Harry smirked, and I giggled.

Pulling from his warm arms, I immediately felt cold again, but I sat up anyway, leaning against the headboard.

“What did you make?” I asked as Harry brought the tray to me.

“Eggs and pancakes.”

I glared at him. “You’re gonna spoil me, Styles.”

Harry grinned as he sat beside me so that we could share the tray of delicious food.

“That’s the plan, my love.”

I continued to stare at him in disbelief as he dug a fork into the fluffy eggs. I watched him bring it to his mouth and chew before I so much as blinked.

“Eat, baby,” he urged when he swallowed. “Before it gets cold.”

“You’re…” I began, but for some reason I couldn’t get the rest of the words out. Somehow I knew that nothing I could have said would have even touched the tip of how amazing I thought he was.

Harry nudged me with his elbow.

“Save it for later,” he said, reaching for his cup. “We have all day, but these pancakes do not. And I must admit, I make wicked good pancakes.”

I beamed at him, finally lifting my fork. “I have no doubt that you do.”

After breakfast when we’d brought the dishes to the kitchen, I insisted on cleaning up. Harry smiled at me and kissed me sweetly and gratefully, announcing he was going for a run. I nodded, shooing him up the stairs to grab his shoes.

When I finished with the dishes, I used the time Harry was gone to call Lorelei and check on the girls. She sounded like she was out of breath when she answered, already mid-sentence.

“It’s wonderful, right? Tell me you’re having the most wonderful time, and he’s wonderful and you’re wonderful, and love is abloom!”

I chuckled. “Yes, all of that.”

“Aww really?” she sighed with glee, her voice a higher octave at the end.

“Yes. He’s wonderful. And I love it here. We have the place to ourselves.”

Lorelei giggled. “I know.”

“Of course you do,” I smirked.

“Has he…”

“Has he what?” I asked, though I had a hunch what she was getting at.

“Has he said it yet?”

“Yeah.”

“...And?”

“And...I told him I love him too.”

I could hear Lorelei throwing a fit through the phone so loudly I had to hold it away from my ear.

“Oh my God, Stacey, I’m so happy for you!”

“Thanks.”

“So…”

“So what?”

“Well, Jesus, Stace, don’t sound so enthusiastic!” Lorelei huffed.

“I’m sorry, I’m...I guess I’m just trying to keep it low-key.”

“What do you mean?”

“I just don’t want the bubble to burst, you know?”

“I believe you’ve said that before, hon. You’re in love. Enjoy it!”

“I know it’s just…”

“Please don’t tell me you think you’re moving too fast. ‘Cause good God, woman! I think it’s taken long enough for you two. He said he loves you. You should be on top of the world!”

“I didn’t say it back right away,” I mumbled.

“What?”

“When he said it...it was during sex, and I...I just couldn’t say it right then.”

“Why not?” asked Lorelei.

“I don’t know. It just didn’t seem like the right moment, I guess. But then he said it again, and I...I still froze up.”

“Oh, that poor bunny! How did he take it?”

“Pretty well, actually,” I cleared my throat. “But inside I was yelling at myself. I knew I loved him, Lor, I don’t know why I couldn’t say it. But...I finally did.”

“And he was happy?”

“So ha-” I took a deep breath and paused, “so incredibly happy. I don’t think I’d see him that happy, Lor.”

“Oh, my heart!” squealed Lorelei.

Her enthusiasm made me feel good. And my retelling the story admittedly made me beam with joy. I needed to get out of my head. I loved him. He loved me.

“Okay, so I also called for something else, you know,” I giggled.

“What? Oh! Jaz and Em!” Lorelei teased. “Yeah, yeah, but you know I had to get the naughty details first.”

“You’re a mess.”

Lorelei gave the phone to the girls who each told me they loved me and missed me, Jasmine of course being prompted, but I knew she was honest. I promised I’d be home soon. Emery still whined that she wished she could’ve gone to England and asked if she could talk to Harry.

“He’s not here right now, baby,” I explained. “He went outside for a run.”

“Oh,” she pouted. “Will you let him talk to me next time you call?”

I assured her I would, smiling at the fact that she said ‘let him’.

When I hung up, Harry wasn’t back yet so I went upstairs to take a shower. Grabbing my body wash and shampoo, I turned down the hall. Our room only had the claw-foot tub, so I headed for the magnificent walk-in shower at the end of the last room that I’d remembered seeing when Harry had taken me on the grand tour. I turned on the water, letting it steam up the window and the mirrors. I scoured the cabinets and found a lovely set of plush towels and washcloths. I laid one of the towels on the rack outside and stepped into the large shower with my washcloth, revelling in the warmth, the water streaming down my back. I’d just rinsed the shampoo from my hair when I heard a sound in the bathroom.

“Is there room for two in here?”

I turned around, startled. Harry stood in the shower doorway, naked and gleaming with sweat. My breath caught in my throat before I let it out and smiled.

“You bet there is.” I reached my hand out to him, and he took it, an easy grin on his face.

“How was your run?” I asked with a raised brow. I could only assume it was a good one by the look of his slick tattoos and the way his chest still rose and fell from heavy breaths.

“Good. Have you already washed up?”

“Just my hair.”

Harry nodded, grabbing my body wash and washcloth. I watched him squeeze a generous amount onto the cloth and raise it to my chest. He scrubbed with determination which made me bite my lip in spite of the fact that his own plump wet lips were open and tempting. When his hand made its way to my shoulder and down my arm, he finally looked up at me.

“This is nice,” I commented softly.

Harry only nodded again, continuing his mission. He washed both arms, lifting each hand to get underneath, pulling at my fingers when he reached them. I smiled when he finished the second hand, a nice lather of suds dotting my fingernails. When he returned to my chest, however, I sucked in a breath. Though the cloth separated my skin from his, the light touch on my breast aroused me. Harry seemed to notice as he bit his lip then, and began moving in circles, rotating the soapy cloth between my cleavage and around my mounds like a figure eight. Slowly, he made his way to the center, to my awaiting pert nipples. I let out a tiny moan and shut my eyes, wanting him to both stop and continue at the same time.

“That feels good?” I heard him ask.

I nodded, my eyes still closed. I tilted my head when I felt his free hand touch my back. Opening my eyes slightly, I realized he’d moved closer to me. His eyes shifted between mine and my mouth until he finally he pulled me even closer, our chests and lips colliding.

I heard the washcloth hit the shower floor just as his tongue met mine. I moaned into him, running my hands through his damp curls. He responded by tongue-fucking my mouth like he had the night before, leaving me breathless once again. I held onto him, feeling my legs shake though he had such a tight grip on me there was no way I would fall. He wasn’t even inside me, hadn’t even touched me between the legs yet, but I knew I was wet and aching for him. I thought one touch might do me in.

Finally, he let go of my mouth long enough to growl in my ear.

“I want you so fucking bad.”

I could only cry in response, my voice and brain unable to string a coherent phrase. I slid my fingers down his torso to his waist, grasping at his hips. I felt him jerk my hand down as he moaned.

“Feel me.”

I looked at his face and then down at where he’d placed my hand around his erection.

“Been thinking about it the whole run,” he breathed heavily. “Being inside you.”

“You want my mouth, sugar?” I asked, running my thumb over the head of his cock.

“Mmm,” he sounded low, “that would be nice. But I was thinking of something else.”

One hand grabbing my hip to steady me, his other traveled between my legs, finding my surely soaked center. I whined against his chest, my teeth biting gently into his flesh.

“Ah yeah,” he groaned. “You’re so ready. Let me fuck you.”

Harry backed me into the tiled wall, the cold stinging me slightly but not like that of his fingers inside me. The water pelted against his broad shoulders as he pulled out his digits and brought them to his mouth, tasting me. I watched in complete arousal as he spread his big hand around his hard dick and aimed it at me. But when he lifted my leg, I stopped him.

“Harry…” I breathed heavily. “Wait. Condom.”

He stared at me like a deer in headlights for a moment until he finally seemed to understand my command.

“Fuck,” he cursed, dropping his head and my leg. “Forgot.”

“I could go get it-”

“No. No, I’ll go.”

I covered my mouth to keep from giggling as I watched Harry quickly but carefully step out of the shower and imagined him running down the hall, hard and dripping. I stayed where he’d left me, my back against the wall. My body ached for him so badly, I could swear I could feel a beating pulse in my core. I spread my hands across my breasts, squeezing my nipples between my fingers. Closing my eyes, I leaned my head back as I let one hand slide down my stomach. I must’ve been lost in my own touch when I heard Harry return.

“Getting started without me?”

My eyelids fluttered open, and I blushed when I realized I’d been caught. “Sorry,” I murmured, dropping my fingers from my clit.

“God no,” he shook his head, stepping closer to me. “Don’t be sorry, baby.”

Harry replaced my fingers with his own, pressing gently on my bud and rotating in tiny circles. I threw my head back and moaned, suddenly aware I needed something to grab onto. Harry leaned forward, his other hand against the tile next to my head. I gripped his arm as his fingers moved faster.

“Would you rather have my tongue?” Harry asked.

“No,” I whined. “I’d rather have you inside me now.”

Harry growled low, grabbing my hips.

“Let’s move over here, love,” he suggested, sliding our bodies closer to the corner where a small shelf was. Then he lifted my leg again like before, resting my foot on the shelf.

He drove into me quickly and deeply, but not roughly. We both knew I was more than wet enough. His hands on my hips kept me steady for the first few thrusts until he let go and grabbed my wrists, pinning them to the shower wall. His eyes didn’t leave my face as he pumped into me, moving faster. His gaze only fueled my lust, and I could already feel myself getting close to the edge.

“Oh, God…” I gasped.

“You’re so good, baby,” Harry moaned. “So fucking good.”

“So are you,” I swallowed. “Oh, I’m...I’m gonna come, sugar.”

“Yeah, lemme hear you.” Releasing my wrists, he gripped my hips once again, bucking against me harder. “It’s just us, baby. Scream if you want.”

“Harry…”

“Yes, baby.”

“Oh. Oh right there! Oh! Honey! Fuck me!”

A low rumble rose from Harry’s chest then, his stimulated reaction to my cries. He fucked me deeper like I’d requested, hitting just the right spot, again and again.

I’d never come so hard. I knew it.

Harry’s breath washed over me as we both trembled from ecstasy. His mouth hovered just above mine, close enough to touch. I held onto him, humming softly. Soon though, I felt a cramp in my leg and had to lower it from the shelf.

“Wow,” I whispered.

Harry nodded. “Yeah.”

“Ooh, sugar, I think I’m light-headed.”

“Let’s um…” he swallowed, “let’s get you out of here. Water’s cold now anyway.”

I hadn’t even noticed, but he was right. Turning off the shower, Harry stepped out and grabbed my towel from the rod. He held it open for me as I walked to him, and he wrapped it around me. Then he kissed me softly before leaning his forehead against mine.

“I love you,” he stated.

“I love you, too.”

In one swift movement, Harry tucked his arm under my legs and lifted me up. He carried me down the hall to our room where he laid me down on the bed.

“You cold?” he asked. “I could start the fire.”

I shook my head. “No. I’m very warm, actually.”

A small twitch of his lips gave way to a dimpled smile as he hovered over me and smoothly unwrapped me from the towel. I licked my lips and slid my hands up his naked torso, still beaded from both the shower and sweat.

“You didn’t really get your shower,” I commented.

Harry shrugged. “I’ll get it later. When the water warms up again. I really just wanted you.”

I giggled and pulled him to me in a long, deep kiss.

The temperature had warmed up outside again like the day before, and Harry suggested we take a walk to the lake and have a picnic lunch. I enjoyed his youthful enthusiasm as we packed a basket we’d found in the cupboard. Then he grabbed a large blanket from the linen closet and took my hand. He looked so happy; he even had a bounce in his step. I couldn’t help but mirror his smile. He was so cute.

I held onto the basket as Harry spread out the blanket. When he sat down on it, he beckoned me. I set the basket down and crawled up beside him, into his open arms.

“This is like a movie,” I remarked after he kissed me.

“Is it?”

“Mmhm. You’re grossly romantic, Harry.”

Furrowing his brows, he shifted his gaze. “Well I admit I’m romantic, but I wouldn’t call me gross.”

I laughed, tugging on the sides of his shirt. “You’re so adorable.”

He beamed at me before kissing me once more. Then we opened the basket and set out our picnic. Halfway through the strawberries and grapes, Harry laid back on the blanket, resting on his elbows. I turned and looked at him, and I could tell there was something on his mind.

“Whatcha doin’?” I asked casually.

“Just looking at you.”

“What about me?” I blushed.

“Yeah…” Harry rolled a bit to his side. “What about you?”

“Huh?” I gave him a look before situating myself next to him. He reached a hand out to push a curl from my face, his fingertips grazing my cheek.

“I wanna know everything,” he murmured.

“Uh...you lost me.”

“Everything there is to know about you.”

I chuckled. “I think you already know everything, sweetheart.”

He grinned, nuzzling my nose with his. “I do love your pet names. I got a ‘honey’ out of you earlier. That was new.”

I blushed a deeper pink, lowering my eyes.

“It was so sexy, too. Like you were begging. ‘Oh, honey, fuck me’!” he mimicked.

“Stop!” I covered my face with my hands.

“God, no, baby, it was so fucking hot. I lost it then.”

“Harry.”

I resisted the pull of his hands as they tried to pry my wrists from my face.

“Stacey...baby…” he urged. “Please don’t be ashamed. It’s just us. I love you. I want you to let go with me.”

Slowly, I lowered my hands to find his beautiful eyes peering into mine.

“I love everything I know about you,” he continued, threading his fingers with mine. “But I wanna know more.”

“There’s nothing more, Harry,” I insisted.

“Isn’t there?”

I blinked at him as he let out a deep sigh.

“Let me in, Stacey.”

I smiled nervously. “You are in, silly. I’m here.”

Harry closed his eyes softly, a small grin on his lips as he nodded. “Okay.”

I still wasn’t sure exactly what he was getting at, but I sat up and helped him pack up the lunch. Then he rose from the blanket, holding his hand out to me.

“Do you feel like a walk?” he asked.

“Sure,” I smiled, taking his hand.

We strolled side by side for a few minutes, silence surrounding us except for the whoosh of the breeze and occasional call of a bird. I looked out at the lake, the water calm and serene, picturesque against the rocks and grass.

“It’s so pretty,” I commented so quietly, I wasn’t sure I’d said it aloud until Harry spoke.

“Reminds me of home.”

I squeezed his hand as I looked up at him. “You haven’t mentioned your home that much. Do you miss it?”

“Every day,” he nodded. “But I go there often. Or...often enough I reckon.”

“Really?”

Harry looked down at his shoes and then back at me. “No. Not really.”

I stuck out my bottom lip in a pout which brought a dimple to his cheek.

“It’s alright. Too much to be thankful for. It balances out.”

“I suppose so,” I agreed. He was really a smart man. I couldn’t imagine all he’d been through, having to change his life completely at such a young age. He probably missed his family terribly.

There was a small pause before Harry spoke again, seeming to read my thoughts.

“Do you miss home?” he asked me.

I chuckled. “I haven’t been gone that long.”

“Sure. But some people get homesick the first night.”

“Well...not really, no. I don’t miss Texas, that’s for sure. I miss my girls, but I did talk to them this morning while you went for your run.”

Harry stopped and turned to look at me. “You did? You didn’t tell me.”

“Sorry,” I shrugged. “Slipped my mind I guess...what with the shower seduction and all.”

Harry grinned, swinging our joined hands between us. “So how are they?”

“Fine,” I nodded. “Em wants to talk to you next time, though.”

“Sorry I missed her.”

“She’s very fond of you, I think,” I said, continuing our walk.

“I’m fond of her. And Jasmine.”

Squeezing his hand once more, I brought it to my lips. Harry beamed at me. Whatever tension he had felt before that prompted his earlier comment seemed to be loosened in his body language.

We walked on for a bit longer before Harry suggested we make our way back. The mid-afternoon sun was high, sparkling light against the lake though the wind had picked up and brought a slight chill. Harry sat me down on the edge of the blanket next to the rocks, his body behind mine, shielding me from the cold.

“I wish I could stay here forever,” I said.

“Hmm,” Harry hummed against me, his arms wrapped around me.

“That’s kind of a silly thing to wish for, isn’t it?”

“No, I don’t think so. Everyone has that special place or moment that they wish they could stay in.”

“Well, this would be mine.”

Harry brushed the hair off my shoulder and began leaving light, tender kisses on my neck. Biting my lip, I ran my finger across the dirt next to me. I was in my head again, I knew. But I couldn’t help it. This was surely my special place, but for how long? Once I flew back home to Texas, what would happen?

“I love you,” he murmured in my ear.

I was quiet for a moment, trying to gather my thoughts. “What...what exactly do you mean by that?” I asked.

“What?”

Ouch, I’d hurt him. Turning around to face him, I looked him in the eye. “I mean...what do you mean when you say you love me?”

Harry’s eyes widened like saucers, then he chuckled nervously. “What do I mean? I mean, I love you, Stacey. I’m in love with you. I love everything about you. Didn’t you get that last night?”

I stared at him, trying to read his face. But all I saw was sincerity.

“What is it?”

I took a deep breath through my nose and let it out. “Just waiting for the but,” I said.

“The bu-, Stacey! There’s no but.”

I could feel the tears forming as he grabbed me and pulled me to his lap so that I straddled him. I did my best to keep them at bay, however. If he was gonna see me cry again, it wasn’t gonna be right then.

“Talk to me,” he urged. “I could tell something was going on in that head of yours. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“It’s just...the last time a man told me he loved me, he had a but tagged onto it.”

“Stacey, I’m not him.”

I sighed, looking down at his chest. “I thought everyone had conditions.”

“Is that what he told you?”

I nodded.

“Well, I don’t.”

“Don’t you?”

“No.”

Lifting my chin, Harry looked me in the eye. “Listen to me,” he said firmly. “When I tell someone I love them, I mean it, wholeheartedly. It means I’m ready to walk through fire with them, and for them. It means I’m ready for whatever life throws at us because I wanna be with that person, for better or worse. I don’t have fucking conditions!”

I literally felt my body melt at his words, wanting to believe him with every fiber of my being.

“I know it’s hard to let your guard down with someone. But I’ve fallen in love with you, Stacey, and I planned this trip specifically so I could tell you, face to face. I. Love. You.”

I sucked in my lips as I took his hands in mine.

“Do you understand?” he asked.

I nodded. “Yes, but-”

“No,” Harry pressed his finger to my lips. “No buts. From now on anything tagged on to the end will be ands, not buts.”

I giggled. “Like what?”

“Like…” he tilted his head, considering his next words, “like we love each other and, we’ll make it work.”

“Really?”

“Yes, baby. Don’t you believe me?”

“Yes,” I choked, this time not bothering to stop the waterworks.

“C’mere,” he said, pulling me into a tight embrace. He rocked me back and forth, letting me cry on his flannel shoulder.

“I love you, too,” I whispered. “So much. I’m sorry I didn’t say it right away. I was...scared. But I felt it. I felt it so much.”

“Look at me.”

Harry cradled my face, his thumbs wiping my tears as he gazed into my eyes.

“I know you’ve been hurt, my love. For years someone controlled you and made you believe you weren’t good enough. But that stops now, okay?”

I nodded as I gnawed on my bottom lip.

“That was your past, but we’re gonna leave that there. In the past. I’m your present, and I hope, your future. I want to focus on that. And I never want you to doubt my love for you.”

Another tear fell, but this was a happy one. “Okay,” I smiled.

“Yeah?”

“Yes.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck, giving him the best hug I possibly could, hoping he could feel how much I loved and cared for him.

I believed him. I wanted to believe him. I didn’t doubt he loved me...it was the future part that still lingered in the back of my mind, in a file marked scared.

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some tcol writing of a scene i know i want to put in but avast! spoilers ahead:

Clear let out a loud sigh, his head tilted back to stare at the ceiling. Deux hated being the one to do this; to prod, to push, but San and Piper were in danger and even she now could tell he wasn’t being fully honest. After what happened with Forte, it was the least he owed them—the truth. The very least. A familiar feeling of rage began to bubble underneath the surface of her skin but Deux forced herself to breathe out and stay calm.

“What does San know about you that you don’t want us to know?”

The room held its breath, impatience winding the tension so taut that if someone broke this ever present silence, it would snap. When Clear finally looked at them again, his purple eyes were sharp. Menacing. Startled, she stepped back into Forte, who steadied her with two hands on her shoulders. When she glanced up at him, his single eye was trained on Clear, but he didn’t seem upset. He seemed… impassive, perhaps. Unruffled. In fact, the touch on her shoulders felt light; a comforting weight but there was no pressure there. Deux realized that Forte didn’t have a single shred of fear on his body. Somehow, that frightened her more.

“I’m not a medic.” Clear said flatly.

Even though she knew that was the niggling truth in the back of her mind, she still couldn’t help but be shocked by hearing it so plainly.

“But… But all those times you…”

“You don’t need sana to use subortus.”

“But, but then… how did you pass the guild exam?” Deux pleaded. Clear whirred on her, eyes blazing. “I didn’t!” He was shaking now, like an animal—something terrible and violent rippling under his skin, some emotion that was transfixed with anger beginning to boil up and over the threadbare calm he was barely managing to hold onto. “Madja she… She granted me a favor—but I was too fucking stupid with naive joy, to remember that nothing in life is free. There was a price.” He turned violently away from the two of them, to stare at the wall. “I never was one, I never will be.” He growled.

“But you want to be.” Forte said and his voice was gentle, like a rustle of fallen leaves disturbed only by a soft summer breeze. “That’s why you took the chance.”

“It was a mistake.” Clear said, hushed and venomous. “First you and Miss Renza. Now this.” His voice cracked and that’s when Forte moved, letting his hands fall from Deux’s shoulders. He stepped into Clear’s space but didn’t touch him immediately. Instead, he reached; an invitation, not a demand, a show of careful solace that Deux almost felt he didn’t deserve. When Clear didn’t move to stop him, Forte rested a hand on his shoulder. Clear still wouldn’t look at him.

“… I can’t be anything other than what I am.” His voice was broken, and hollow. “… San is right.”

“And what is that?” Forte asked softly.

“A monster.” Clear spit. “A demon.”

“A dark hunter.” Another voice said, making the three of them turn.

[plumbley-bee]

Watched the first episode and these are the things I liked

.zuko being a blatent avatar fan boy and furiously drawing a picture of aang the moment they meet to put on his little find the avatar wall.

.sokka actually having a good reason as to why he doesn't like it when Katara waterbends because it's dangerous and their mother literally died to protect that secret rather than him just thinking its weird.

.the memory of his former teacher being the thing that calms aang down from his freak out after finding out his whole tribe is dead rather than katara and sokka.

Really really tried going in with an open mind, I wanted to like this show so bad you guys. But these are the only changes so far that I think we're done well. Maybe the next few episodes will be better, but Aang narrating everything he's feeling very quickly after we meet him and also to nobody but appa? Katara and aang not even introducing themselves before she comforts him? Sokka gets mad at aang for "lying" about being the avatar but like in this adaptation they talk like what, once? Before that gets revealed? How could he lie he was unconscious half the time you've been around him! In the original katara literally asks him if he knows anything about the avatar on their way back to the tribe and he actually lies to her, but the live action doesnt even have them interact until after he learns his people are dead. He isn't given time to lie to them! He barely knows them!! Everything being told to us and aang by grangran, fully pulling us out of any immersion you could even try to have because it came out of NOWHERE and fit so horribly like we barely meet grangran before this happens and suddenly she's breaking this really important impactful news? I literally bust out laughing bc it felt so unserious.

I felt us seeing the massacre of the Airbenders was unnecessary, I felt learning about it by watching Aang learn about it was much more heartbreaking and left a bigger emotional impact. But that would've been fine had they given the moment he discovers the remains of the air temple any emotional weight, but after it was all already explained to us with a monolog from a minor character, a lot of that has also unfortunately been taken away from that scene.

oh and aang getting his air glider from zukos ship was fine but that thing literally is supposed to mean so much to him?? Like that's one of the few things he has from his people left and it's not even his now ig???

(Also the sokka immediately going to sacrifice aang felt so out of pocket like you're gonna tell me that the 16 year old boy who has been looking after the kids in his tribe most of his life is going to throw a 12 year old to the wolves because he lied to you even though he really didn't because he was never given time to even lie to you in the first place!!)

I'm also sad aang didn't get to play with the kids, or go penguin sledding with katara, they were silly filler stuff but they were important in their own way too.

"Aang brought us something we hadn't had in a long time, fun."

This has always been the heart of the show for me. learning to live rather than just survive, still enjoying things, and finding hope during even the hardest wars. Aang as the avatar brings the potential for the world to finally know peace again, aang as the last Airbender bring the hope that Airbenders aren't all extinct, but aang as the boy in the iceberg? He brings joy and fun and laughter where he goes. He remembers what good came from the world before all the bad. he runs from his responsibilities and problems because he's a young boy and he's scared and that fear and that "cowardice" brings him so much shame that he just tries to fix other people's problems instead to make up for it and THATS THE AANG THAT IS SUCH A GOOD MAIN CHARACTER!

Idk, I'll try to keep watching, but they've already removed so much heart from just the first episode.

[larabiatasstuff]

Part two 🖤

It was already dark outside, the storm brought massive dark clouds with it that covered the whole sky. "Come here my love I help you laying down." I took his hand and he gently guided me to the cozy place. Terry left the room and came back with a tray of tea and cookies. He joined me on the floor and I cuddled into his side. Terry brought my favorite book with poems he read to me from time to time. I loved hearing him read, it was perfect and so calming. Then suddenly a lightning followed by thunder and the electricity went out. "Stay here my love I get some candles." the storm outside got stronger and stronger and then I felt something wet between my legs. "Oh no, no not today, god please. Terry! Honey I need help." within seconds he was by my side kneeling down. "What happened sweetheart? Tell me." "Terry I... Ohhh myyy.... Terry my water broke." his eyes went wide. "Alright, okay try to stay calm my love, breathe, just like that. I'm trying to call the doctor okay? I hurry,I promise." he wanted to get up but I held him by his wrist "Terry I'm scared, what if..." he takes my face in his hands and looks directly in my eyes "Don't think about that. Everything will be alright I promise. Sweetheart you're the strongest person I know and I'm right here beside you. I'm not leaving, we got this. Give me two seconds and I'll be back." I nodded. Terry placed a kiss on my forehead and left. The storm outside was scary, the raindrops hitting the window and the howling of the wind. Two seconds, he said two seconds. I got nervous when it took Terry longer to come back but when he finally appeared in the doorframe, I immediately knew that there would be no help from outside. He carried a bowl with hot water, towels, a first aid kit and a few baby blankets. "Terry don't say that we're on our own. I can't do this Terry I'm too scared." Terry put everything down and pulled me in his arms. "Sweetheart you have to listen to me now. There is no chance that someone comes here as long as the storm is that strong. I couldn't even reach the doctor, we have to do this. I will help you deliver our babygirl. You trust me right? You know I wouldn't put you and our child in danger right? We have to do it and we have to do it now, for her okay? " " Okay yes I trust you with my life Terry. " the contractions got stronger every minute and they were barely two minutes apart." Okay, my love you have to start pushing now okay? As strong as you can alright? "" Terry it hurts so much. " " I know sweetheart, I know but you can do it. You have to push Y/N now!" and I did, I pushed with all the strength that was left in my body." Amazing, you're doing a great job. I can see her head my love, one last time. Just one last time. " I took a deep breath and pushed then suddenly the cry of our little princess was heard. "Look at her sweetheart, isn't she beautiful? I'm so so proud of you my love. Look little princess here's your mommy." he gently handed me our little bundle of joy. "Oh Terry she's perfect. So perfect. Hey sweetie, you're such a cute little girl." Terry joined us, putting an arm around me. Watching our daughter sleeping. "What shall we name her?" Terry asked "How about Mary? After your mother." he smiled and kissed the top of my head. "I love it sweetheart."

[liliansun]

YES I SPEAK FOR ALL WE'D LIKE PARTS OF YOUR WIPS

OKAY OKAY most of these don’t have titles but here you go 🫶 two of them are either suggestive or smut so i didn’t include those and two more i wrote for joy and niwa and those. those are filth.

(untitled,, unsure who tf this was for but probably a dream member) There was something about the way old paper smelt, it was pungent and suffocating and every time you opened a book that looked like it had been on the shelf for longer than you’d been alive, you always braced yourself for that same smell to fill your nose almost immediately. Today was one of those days where you needed one of those types of books, specifically a book that could help you find some insight on the history of music. The internet didn’t do the best job on trying to help you locate the book you needed and from what your professor discussed the in the previous lecture, it wasn’t something you can just buy online. Of course he chose to make your life a little harder than he already had.

(untitled,, markhyuck wip) Maybe that’s why you found yourself unfazed by the sudden downpour as you go from a paced walk to a slight sprint through the streets of the simmering city. No, maybe it was the way your heart yearned for his touch—his rough and wild touch that always left your skin feeling on fire. Whatever it was, it led you to the steps of his door and when you finally come to realize where you were, it was too late. The tears started to flow down your cheeks while your hand clenched the bagged bottle in your hand—the realization of it all slowly started to unravel the reality you put together to cover the hole Haechan left in your heart. Just as you’re about to pull yourself together and go back to where Mark was waiting—where he was expecting you come back to, the door opens and a very confused Haechan stands in front of you.

(untitled,, stoner hyuck wip) The sound of your voice brings him in, turning around him his chair to the view of you sitting on his bed. He smiles, rubbing his temples as the frustration he just felt starts to fade. “You keep saying you’re gonna sign me up, but never do.” Rolling your eyes, you grab one of his pillows and throw it across the room. It barely hits him, earning a laugh from him as you send him your middle finger. “I’m not your mommy, hyuck, make your own appointment.” “But mommy, who’s gonna take care of me if it’s not you?” You take this moment to relax yourself and try not to attempt any and all degree’s of murder on him.

(untitled renjun wip) To say you were mad was an understatement—you were absolutely furious, livid even. The boy who you had no interest in knowing’s name was staring you down with a fire in his eyes and it wasn’t the good kind, no, he wanted to literally set you ablaze in your place. The poor cafe worker looked stressed and the friction between you and the stranger was not helping at all. “Please, why don’t we all calm down—“ “I don’t see why I should have to pay for her mistakes.” Crossing his arms, he scoffed in your direction as you looked at him shocked. “My mistakes? Maybe if you’d watch were you’re going then we wouldn’t be in this mess.” Not bothering to pay attention to you really started to irk you even more, another layer of frustration laying heavy on your head. “Hello, listen to me when I’m—do you want years shaved off your life span?” After snapping your fingers at him repeatedly, he tried to swat your hand away which ultimately was leading you up to your only option—beating the shit out of this man.

(untitled 1989 tv ‘slut’ inspired hyuck ch bff2l wip) Your mom was too busy rubbing his back to realize you had passed them both, crouching down to haechan’s print he had made into the cement. Your impulses were something you were still trying to navigate, but there was no regret as you brought your hand down to where his was and put enough pressure into the soft liquid before pulling out and feeling somewhat satisfied with the way your two hand prints looked beside each other. Haechan had watched you the entire time, his glossy eyes lighting up at your actions. “Y/n, what are you doing?” your mother looked over at you in awe and shock when she noticed that your hand was too covered in cement. “Now we’re in this together.” those few words, unbeknownst to the two of you at such age, had laid out the foundation to a longtime friendship the two of you would build together from there on out.

[obnoxioussmiley]

Seeing Red

Pairings: mainly Jake Lockley X Reader, hints of Marc and Steven X Reader

Warnings: Death, descriptions of blood and gore, hints of a panic attack from reader, fluff with a dash of angst

Summary: After loving you in the shadows of Marc and Steven, Jake finally shows himself to protect you.

There is honestly not enough Jake Lockley content out here I am STARVING but please enjoy

You weren’t supposed to be here. You never should’ve gotten dragged into there, yet there you were. You were Marc and Steven’s weakness, they would always choose you over anything else, and Harrow had taken this to his advantage. In attempt to get the scarab, he put you in the line of danger. And it would’ve worked, if it weren’t for Jake Lockley.

You and Steven had been walking the empty streets of London after your date, well into the night. Marc was contentedly watching, he wished he was fronting, but seeing how happy you were after eating out at your favorite restaurant was enough to satisfy him.

It was barely enough to satisfy Jake, as well. He had been watching from behind the scenes for months, getting to know you just as well as Marc and Steven, without either of them or you knowing. And so he was just as capable as making you happy. When he had the chance to front, he’d leave you gifts and do some of your chores, little things he knew would make you happy without drawing awareness to his existence. Of course, it sucked when you thought it could only be Marc or Steven. He’d tidy up your kitchen, and you would thank one of them, and having no other explanation, they would assume they did it during a lapse of insomnia where they didn’t remember it. It was all worth it for Jake, seeing your face light up with joy, and that stunning smile would appear.

But today, it didn’t matter. When the ambush happened, Steven gave control to Marc, who was better between the two of them to fight off enemies and protect you. And he was doing a good job at keeping up, you shielded behind him a few feet away.

However, one thug managed to sneak around past him and come up behind you. They slammed the hilt of a handgun hard against the back of your head, pulling out a short cry and effectively knocking you ti the ground.

Marc immediately looked back at you from the sound, seeing you holding your head in pain. And your attacker was pointing the gun straight at you.

All three alters felt rage and worry surge through them, but none as violent as Jake’s, giving him the power to take control. He worked fast, taking out the guy behind you and slashing through the rest, not stopping until they were all finished.

When you finally regained your senses, you looked up at him through blurred vision. As you started to focus back in, you immediately became aware of the metallic scent in the air and the red stained area. Bodies were laid out in front of you, blood seeping out of fatal wounds, flesh ripped open and glistening in the moonlight.

Standing in the middle of it all was Jake, heaving deep breaths while giving a satisfied look at the carnage around him. Marc and Steven’s reflections stared up in complete shock and awe from a red puddle at his feet.

“Oh my god…” You muttered out, still shaking from the disorientation and the fear from the situation.

Jake turned towards you, seeing you staring at the mess with wide eyes. Your breathing started to pick up pace and he hastily made his way over, the suit disappearing into thin air. Kneeling down in front of you, he pulled you into his chest, hiding it all from your line of sight and wrapping his arms around you.

“You’re okay,” He whispered, rubbing circles into your back to calm you down, “You’re safe, nothings gonna hurt you, I promise.” The all too familiar scent filled your nose and you closed your eyes, relaxing into his hold.

As your breathing slowed down, your brain started to catch up with what happened. You knew Marc and Steven well enough to tell who was who, and to know this wasn’t either of them. Suddenly aware, you mumbled out, “You’re- you’re not them.” He tensed up and his arms around you tightened, as if preparing for the worse. “You’re not Marc or Steven.”

He sighed, resting his chin in top of your head. “No. No I’m not.” It was silent for a bit, you waiting for him to go on as he figured out what to say. But he didn’t really know the right place to start. “My name is Jake. Jake Lockley.”

You hummed in response. Shifting to wrap your warms around his torso, you melted further into him, silently letting him know you were accepting him. “Thank you, Jake.”

“Don’t thank me.” He wondered if you could hear his heart racing and pressed a kiss into the top of your head. “I’m not letting anyone else lay a finger on you, alright?”

Marc and Steven watched from their reflections, completely dumbfounded at the revelation of a third alter. But also entirely grateful and somewhat proud of what Jake had done.