#and you like enjoy every minute again and you can’t wait until tomorrow to do it again

[chemicahs]

I love being alive so much im going to like cry

[guiltyc0nscience]

⋆˙⟡ yapper, chris sturniolo

chris sturniolo x fem!reader

synopsis. in which chris is yapping away with his fingers in your mouth because you kept interrupting him.

warnings. gagging, suggestive but no smut.

authors note. this has been sitting in my drafts for quite some time, i completely forgot about this.

“there’s so much shit i need to do for my brand tomorrow, like-“ chris says but being cut off by your voice for the fifth time and he’s only been talking for ten minutes.

“oh my god. i’m so excited for you to release the new items, they’re all so cute.” you gush with excitement as you think about the baby tees and hoodies chris has designed.

“yeah. i think this will be the-“ chris attempts to talk but gets cut off by you, yet again.

“that baby pink baby tee? that looks like heaven. it’s so cute, i can’t wait to-.” you say, but quickly stop as you turn to chris and see the unamused look on his face.

“what’s the problem, baby?” you ask furrowing your brows.

“you. you’re the problem at the moment, actually.” he says with a smirk growing on his face as he trails his hand up your arm, holding his hand in place when it reaches your jaw, “you’ve interrupted me so many times.” he whispers, leaning his face closer to yours as he moves his ring and middle finger up to yours lips.

you and chris kept intense eye contact as he pushes his fingers into your mouth until the lay flat in the middle of your tongue.

his finger’s sit in your mouth for a moment before he pushes them the slightest bit further in. “i swear you never let me talk.” his icy blue eyes stay locked on yours as he moves his fingers just a little more.

when he finally stills his fingers in your mouth, you attempt to talk again, “i do, i let you talk all the time” you try to say but it comes out muffled.

“all the time?” chris repeats back with a scoff, his fingers moving ever so slightly in your mouth, clearly not believing you. he knows you don’t ever let him talk. he just loves any excuse to tease you.

“maybe not all the time, but most of the time” you say but when you do chris plunges his fingers to the back of your throat, causing you to gag on his fingers and tears fill your eyes. and when they do chris pulls his fingers back to sit on your tongue, “now let me talk” he says.

his fingers sit with a little more pressure on your tongue as he waits for you to nod in agreement, watching the tears form in your eyes as you try to recover from the gag. he knows you’ll agree, you always agree.

you slowly nod your head. chris smirks then continues talking, “now you’re finally letting me get a word in. so yeah, the new drop is in about two weeks so i have a bunch of shit i need to sort between now and then.”

his fingers sit still in your mouth as he talks, his other hand that’s around your waist moving up and down your side gently. while his fingers don’t move, they do apply more pressure as he talks, making it harder and harder for you to concentrate on what he’s saying.

chris has yapped and yapped for the past 15 minutes with no interruptions, due to obvious reasons.

you let out a hum as chris brings up something you really want to talk about, but he glares at you and pushes his fingers further down your throat, causing you to gag again.

he smirks as you gag around his fingers again, he’s got such power over you at the moment as he’s in full control. every time you moan, hum, or try to say something, he gags you again. he knows there’s something you want to ask, and he finds this whole situation way too amusing, “there something you want to say, baby?” he taunts with a sly smirk on his face.

he watches intently as you hum and moan around his fingers, his smirk never leaving his face. he loves how powerless you are right now. no matter how hard you try to talk, his fingers will always stop you, and it makes him so amused. he knows that there’s something you want to ask, and he’s fully enjoying taunting you.

“sorry baby, it’s my turn to talk. not yours. but you’ll get your chance later, just not now.” he says in a mocking tone. chris lets out a small chuckle as he watches you struggle. he knows how badly you want to ask him the question, but he’s loving this too much to give you the chance too. “you’re just gonna have to wait a while, baby. i still have more to say. don’t worry.”

he continues rambling on for another ten minutes. this time he only had to gag you twice, unlike last time he had to do it countless times. you really wanted to talk so you brung your hand up to chris’ hand that is in your mouth and attempt to pull it away from your mouth, which chris doesn’t like.

as soon as your hand comes up to his, he pulls it back and pushes his fingers even further in your mouth, his smirk growing as he watches you. he lets out a small huff, “no, princess, don’t try that. this is my turn to talk, not yours. you don’t listen. i have to remind you who’s in charge, don’t i?” he says in a mocking tone.

you look up at him with pleading eyes, silently begging him to let you talk.

chris looks down at you, seeing your pleading eyes and he feels his heart fluttering. every time you look at him like that, he just wants to give in and do anything for you. but not this time, though. no, no, no. right now he’s enjoying how much control he has, and he isn’t giving that up. “ah, princess, baby. stop looking at me like that. that’s not gonna work this time. i’m in charge right now.”

your body deflates when he says that. you really thought chris was going to let talk this time, but you were wrong.

chris notices your body deflates, seeing you give up. he lets out a soft chuckle; the whole situation was so amusing to him. he’s got you right where he wants you - at his mercy. he loves having power over you like this; it’s such a huge turn on for him. he can’t help but tease you a little bit more. “aww, princess. did you really think i was gonna let you talk? after all the times you’ve cut me off? that’s really cute.”

[ale-wosofan]

broken

Alexia x R

R is struggling but she’s not sure why or how to fix it. Will she finally be honest with her girlfriend about how she’s feeling?

warnings: little bit of angst (+fluff), implied adhd

a/n: English is not my first language (I’m aware how much of a cliché that is) so there might be some mistakes; feel free to correct them :) Here I talk about my personal experience with adhd, please don’t use this to self-diagnose, as it is not the same for everyone. Enjoy!

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The first time you feel that there’s something wrong with you, you’re at home with your girlfriend.

“Hey, princesa. Have you seen that there’s a new season of that TV show you like?” Alexia asks you once you’ve sat down on the sofa.

“Oh, I didn’t know,” you shrug settling on top of your girlfriend and kissing her cheek.

Alexia looks a little surprised at your answer but starts running her hands up and down your back nonetheless.

“How come? I thought you said it was, and I’m quoting you, the best show you’ve ever seen.”

But you don’t answer. You don’t really know what happened, you’re just not that passionate about that particular show anymore. You had been interested for a few months; had watched all the interviews, bloopers, deleted scenes, but now you just didn’t like it as much anymore. You’ve had a few intense months thinking and talking about the show almost every minute of every day so you probably just need time away from it now that all that initial intensity has worn off.

You don’t realise how much time you’ve been quiet until Alexia speaks again.

“Amor?” you hum in acknowledgement urging her to continue “are you okay?”

“Yeah, just got a little distracted,” you answer shuffling around a little bit trying to get comfortable.

After a couple of minutes moving around you can’t seem to settle. You sigh and sit up feeling Alexia’s eyes on you the entire time.

“So, have you finished the work you had to do?” your girlfriend asks while putting her feet on your lap.

“No, not yet. But I really needed a break.”

Alexia looks up at you surprised.

“¿De verdad? I thought it was supposed to be something easy. You’ve been working for almost two hours.”

You frown. There’s no way it’s been two hours, right? That can’t be possible. But when you look at your watch you realise that it really has been two hours. You have spent all that time in your office and haven’t been able to finish a relatively simple task.

“Today is not my day, I guess,” you say rubbing your hands on your face with frustration “I’m a little distracted today, I can’t seem to concentrate on anything.”

But it wasn’t just today, and you knew that. It was something that had been going on for a while. You couldn’t exactly pinpoint when it had started to happen, but it got bad after the quarantine. You were on your second year of college when the pandemic occurred. You spent a few months studying online, a few months that felt like a bliss to you despite everything that was happening in the world. But you had to come back to class eventually. And it was fine; until it wasn’t. Every time you tried to pay attention to class you got distracted and couldn’t focus on what the teachers were saying for more than a few minutes at a time. When you had projects to do you couldn’t bring yourself to work on them and waited until the last day to get them done. Studying suddenly became a torture since you couldn’t concentrate for long. What once used to take you ten minutes, now it took an hour.

And the thing is you still don’t understand why. You don’t know what’s wrong with you now that wasn’t before. It hadn’t really bothered you before, you’d been able to deal with it for some time. But now it feels like it just keeps getting worse with each passing day. Deep down you know you need help, and you know you should talk to someone about this, but you don’t feel ready to. Not yet.

“How about you keep working on it tomorrow? And we can relax for the rest of the say. We can have a nice bath and then order some food. How does that sound?”

You smile at your girlfriend. How did you ever get so lucky?

“Yeah, I’d really like that.”

-----

The second time you feel that there’s something wrong with you, Alexia had just come home from training.

When you hear the door front open and your girlfriend call out for you, you’re lying on your bed scrolling through social media.

You get up and go say hello to her.

“Hi, baby,” you greet her opening your arms for a hug.

“Hola, mi amor.”

She takes a step back from your embrace, places her hands on your cheeks and kisses you passionately. And just as quickly as it had started she was pulling away.

“Hi,” you repeat feeling yourself blush.

“Hi,” your girlfriend answers kissing your forehead “I’m going to take a shower.”

You blink slowly taking a few seconds to get yourself together, being quickly interrupted by Alexia calling your name from the bedroom.

You make your way there but stop in your tracks in the door frame when you realise why your girlfriend had called for you.

“Princesa, what happened here?”

You give her a smile that you’re pretty sure turns out looking more like a grimace.

“Okay so, I wanted to rearrange some of the books-”

“Again?”

“-but then I wasn’t sure if I wanted to organize them by colour or by genre, so I decided to watch a video to decide. But then I got distracted by another video and kind of forgot what I was doing in the first place, so I just laid down and waited for you to come home,” you answer honestly giving your girlfriend a sheepish smile.

Alexia looks at you in deep thought.

“Okay, how about this? I take a shower and get into some comfortable clothes and once I’m done I’ll help you with all this.”

You sometimes wonder how someone so perfect like the woman in front of you exists.

“Or, we could shower together and then work on the bookshelf together as well,” you suggest smirking.

Your girlfriends lets out a chuckle and kisses your cheek.

“Nice try, but if we do that we might never be able to come out of the shower.”

Once your girlfriend is out of sight you take a look at all the books splattered around the room. The state of the place is certainly overwhelming and it just stresses you out more. Where are you supposed to start?

You sigh and sit down on the bed.

You should’ve finished this before Alexia got here. You’d had more than enough time to do it, so why couldn’t you just focus on your task like everyone else instead of getting distracted with everything? Now your girlfriend had to help you out instead of resting after the long day she probably had.

You rub your hands on your face in frustration. It really isn’t supposed to be that hard right?

“Yeah, I’m just a little lazy sometimes,” you whisper to no one in particular before getting up.

-----

The third time you feel that there’s something wrong with you, you’ve just gotten to your house from work.

When you arrive home you’re exhausted.

Stepping into the house the first thing you notice is the Spanish music playing in the background and the smell of your favourite meal being cooked.

Walking into the kitchen you are welcomed by the sight of your girlfriend wearing one of your old shirts dancing and cooking.

“Hi, love.”

She turns around at the sound of your voice and looks at you with a lovesick smile.

“Hola, princesa,” she quickly answers opening her arms for you to hug her, which you happily do “How was your day?”

You step out of her embrace and give her a kiss before making a face.

“It could’ve been better,” you tell her honestly.

You sit in one of the stools while your girlfriend resumes her cooking duties keeping an eye on you the whole time.

“¿Por qué? Did anything happen?”

“No, nothing in particular,” you pause, deciding whether or not to continue “Although there’s a new project I’ve been working on, which is obviously really exciting, but I’ve spent all morning busy with it; emailing people, setting the different dates for it, planning meetings and all that.”

Alexia completely turns around to look at you and nods urging you to keep talking.

“I just-” you sigh frustrated “I suddenly got hungry, right? And I looked at the time and realised that it was already pretty late and I hadn’t eaten lunch yet, so I went to grab a sandwich to the shop nearby. Then, on the way back I went past that bookstore I really like so I decided to have a look around for a bit to relax, and I ended up buying that book I told you came out yesterday.”

Your girlfriend’s frown deepens.

“Isn’t that a sequel to a book you haven’t read yet?”

“Yes,” you whisper a little embarrassed “I know it was a stupid decision, but I really wanted to buy it in that moment. Then I just felt bad because I had spent money on something I don’t even know if I’ll like.”

You feel yourself blush at the admission and hide your face in your hands.

“Hey,” you hear your girlfriend quietly say in your ear while she wraps her arms around your waist “There’s really no need to be embarrassed, ¿vale? You bought something you wanted after having a fairly stressful day at work. I promise you it’s not the end of the world, mi amor.”

With each word she says you begin to slowly relax in her arms.

You turn around and take her face in your hands.

“How do you always know what to say?”

“Because I love you and I know you better than I know myself,” she answers placing a kiss in your nose “Now you’re going to take a shower, we’re going to have dinner and then we’re gonna cuddle while watching a film. Tomorrow will be a better day, princesa, I promise.”

You nod although you don’t fully believe it.

-----

When you finally lay down to watch TV with your girlfriend you can’t seem to settle. Your mind is working really fast and you’re starting to get a little bit restless.

You haven’t really thought about it until now, but what if there is something actually wrong with you? What if it isn’t just a bad day? What if all the sleepless nights, the impulsivity, the difficulty staying focused for too long and the racing thoughts are all somehow connected? There’s no way, you or someone around you would’ve realised sooner. Right?

You feel Alexia’s eyes on you when you stop the show you’re watching.

You try not to think about it too much and begin to speak.

“Do you think there’s something wrong with me?”

“What do you mean?” she asks confused.

“Never mind. Just ignore what I’ve said,” you answer shaking your head and laying down on top of your girlfriend again.

“Hey, no. None of that,” Alexia sits up with you in her lap and takes your face on her hands “What’s going on? Talk to me, please,” she begs worried.

Looking at her you realise that this is your partner, the person you’re building your future with. You are aware this is a tough thing to talk to her about but there’s no one you trust more in this world. She is your home.

“I've been feeling really overwhelmed lately, like my mind is always racing and I can't seem to focus on anything for long. I mean, it actually started a while ago, but it’s just been getting worse. I’m not sure how to explain it,” you confess.

Your girlfriend takes both of your hands and smiles encouragingly at you.

“Try. I’m listening and whatever it is I’m here for you, okay? Always, te lo prometo.”

“Okay, so, have you notice how I always seem to jump from one thing to another without actually finishing anything? I've tried making to-do lists and setting reminders, but nothing seems to work. And that’s just one of the things, you know? But it’s also not being able to sit still for more than five minutes and acting always so impulsive. And it's starting to affect everything I do. I just-” you take a deep breath “I’m always so frustrated. I just want to be able to be like everyone else, but it's like my brain is wired differently.”

“How long has this been going on?” Alexia asks concerned.

“I don’t know. A few months, I think.”

Your girlfriend lets go of your hands and holds your face instead making you look into her eyes.

“Mi amor, listen to me. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with you. Yes, your brain may work a little bit different but that doesn’t mean you’re stupid or broken, ¿vale? It's okay to feel overwhelmed, and it's good that you're talking about it. But I really need you to understand that. What do you want to do now?”

“I’m not sure, I wasn’t even planning on telling you to be honest,” you admit feeling yourself blushing.

“Maybe it could be helpful to talk to a professional about all of this?” Alexia suggest “Whatever you feel comfortable doing.”

You shrug and hide your face on her neck.

“Yeah, I guess. You promise me you’re not going anywhere?”

Your girlfriend kisses your forehead before answering.

“I'm here for you no matter what, we will figure this out. Thank you for sharing this with me, princesa.”

“Thank you for listening to me,” you whisper just for the two of you “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

-----

Maybe I'll write a sequel to this but I'm not really sure. Let me know what you think! <3

[avaf00rd]

Fridge

Little shits pt 2

Kyra Cooney cross x teen!reader (platonic)

actually finished this shockingly quick. (Not proof read). Submitting it now and going to sleep. So it’s bad.

I had a Leah fic that was pretty good but then half didn’t save in the draft. And rewriting is the worst. I’ll try to get back into it tomorrow if I can promise.

Enjoy bbys

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“shit.” Kyra blankly said as she made a huge dent in the mcfoord new fridge. Don’t ask how.

“How the fuck did you manage that!” You exclaimed checking out the massive mark left right in the middle of the fridge.

You and Kyra had been in Baylor against Katie and Caitlin for a few weeks now. It was hilarious to all of you. You were also all getting great content for the Arsenal new YouTube channel where different players would do vlogs of game days and other activities.

“Ok everyone Kyra just broke the fridge” you sighed running your palm over your forehead looking back into the camera

“It’s not definitely broken. We can just undo it” she said. You grabbed the camera to point it towards her raising one eyebrow.

“It’s as big as a bowling ball” you said. Kyra turned to you and the camera with a blank expression.

“I say we grab the toilet plunger.” Before quickly getting up to find it.

“If I were Katie I would rather have massive dent on my fridge then have the fridge smell like my own shit.” You sighed as u sat down on the stool. You two were truly truly fucked this time. Some of your pranks included putting pictures of drunk Caitlin all around every second cubby at the training grounds. This round it was slightly lighter by super gluing the lids to their foods in the fridge. Lame right? Kyra somehow managed to pick up a random pot and accidentally charge it straight into the fridge. You forgot about the camera as you were lost in thought thinking about how badly you fucked up this time. Brand new fridge for their brand new place. It was over.

“Ok no plunge but I did some googling. We just need an ice cube” you guys were the definition of blind leading the blind. So of course you grabbed an ice cube and placed it on the large dent 10 times its size. “Is it working” Kyra asked holding the camera towards you and the ice cube. You slowly turned your head around to face her wiht a blank expression reading no you fucking idiot.

A knock on the door made you both share a look of panic. “The pantry” Kyra pointed intending that you just run away from this problem.

“No dumb ass” you said before getting up and walking to the door. You were nearly 100% it wasn’t Caitlin and Katie as you walked the hallway before twisting the handle.

“Hey tiny” Leah said in surprise to find you here.

“Hey Leah”

“What on earth are you doing here” she questioned

“We need your help” you said hopefully. Kyra peaking around the corner to be seen with a sad smile and a nod. Leah slightly chuckled before following you down the hall. Where you stood from afar with Kyra pointing to the fridge. Leah just bursted out laughing.

“Shit you did this” she chuckled checking it out.

“Yes what do we do!” You slightly yelled. Kyra still in shock from what happened.

“Don’t worry about it. They might be mad but Katie was telling me a new fridge and oven was arriving so it doesn’t really matter-“

“This is the new fridge!” Kyra exclaimed

Leah jaw slightly fell “you’ve truly done it again children”

“Leah please answer. What do we do?” You asked desperate for help.

“We wait until they get home” she said softly before filling up a cup of water for herself and sitting at the dining room table on her phone.

You waited around 20 minutes doing nothing. Kyra on her phone, probably researching how to fix it. And you now just sitting next to Leah looking out the window. It might not seem like a big deal. But a brand new expensive fridge, with a possible non-fixable problem was defiantly a big deal to your young minds. You just had a plan in your mind. Offer to pay to fix it. If you can’t fix it. You and Kyra will go halves on a replacement. Kyra tried to rebuttal when you brought up that plan, but quickly shut up when she realised it was the only option.

This was amusing to Leah. The panic in your faces made her laugh. The whole team was just waiting for something to go terribly wrong.

“Let me get this straight you were trying to superglue all of their food? Aha! That’s good” Leah exclaimed with a goofiness in her voice. You and Kyra just sat their blankly. Kyra soon chuckling at the thought of how this whole situation is kind of funny.

A rattle of keys on the front door made your heart completely stop. “Oh hey Leah. And girls. Oh shit what did you do” Caitlin asked with a smirk on her face kind of ready to see the next prank. Just so she could then plot her next one.

“Ok ok so” you put your hands on both their chests before they could walk much further. “We were doing a light hearted prank right. Then we made a mistake. Dear Kyra here-“

“-we both made a mistake ok! We are very very sorry and we will pay for this.” Kyra said. You both stood in front of the three older girls with your hands behind your backs. Apologising like a five year old who just stole lollies.

“Huh” Katie said confused towards the girls, while Caitlin walked into the kitchen to put her bags down.

“Kyra Cooney cross!” There was a yell across the flat. A somewhat fuming Caitlin voice coming from the source. Katie quickly following to see.

“It wasn’t just me!” Kyra quickly defended in panic.

“You did this!” You said to Kyra . Then looking at the two other girls

“I’m gonna head” Leah waved before leaving behind all of you.

“I’ll pay to get it fixed. Even though I didn’t do it” you said to them. Mumbling the last part, targeted towards Kyra.

“Bet your ass you guys will” Katie said

“This is new” Caitlin said looking at the fridge

“That we both know. And we are very very very very sorry a million times” Kyra said pointing between the two of you. You just nodded next to her.

“Sleep with one eye open. Next one will be serious” Katie said smirking. Plotting her next prank.

“You two can go” Caitlin waved you and the 21 year old off. Kyra nodded quickly zooming down the halls.

“Send me your bank details!” You said before walking out. Forgetting the camera on the bench. You went to grab it before heading out again.

“Bye gooners!” You said. Before turning the camera to Kyra who was waiting for the elevator next to you. Who turned around and poking her tongue out.

[ofallthingsnasty]

Can I get a ticket to the long night of museums with Sanji, please? Thank you!

Sanji, my love... Of course I had to get this done for my birthday today... He's both more and less intense compared to canon, you'll see what I mean 🤭 Modern AU as with Rosi! Thank you so much for playing!

🎂nasty's 2024 birthday event (open until April 6th)🎂

Your order:

1 x ticket to The Long Night of Museums with Sanji! (Adult only, exhibition might contain content such as stalking and heavy dubcon, proceed at your own risk.

Sanji knew exactly what he was doing when he asked to man the window after he started working in that tiny, decade-old restaurant right in the middle of the old quarter. He gets to have it all - he can both pursue his passion and feast his eyes on the hungry swaths of tourists that descend upon the city come the first sunny days of spring. Dressed in their finest, they hem and haw over the beautiful old buildings that look like they somehow fell through time into the 21st century, still as picturesque as ever. Always happy (because hey, they’re on vacation, right?) with pockets meters deep and insatiable after trekking through the whole town. It’s good for his pride to provide them with a hard-earned meal and bad for his heart because every beautiful smile breaks it after leaving, time and time again. Every fleeting fancy has him sighing as they turn around to new adventures while he stays right where he is. It has never really bothered him - such is life, he figures - until he spots you; round-eyed and hungry right at his counter, your accent a dead giveaway that you’re a foreigner.

It’s strange, really - maybe it’s because you eat his food with rarely seen awe or maybe it’s because you’re just the embodiment of the word cute - it doesn’t matter, he feels a little extra smitten with you. But as they all do, you leave, get lost in the crowd until he can't spot you anymore and the next customer waits for him, money in their hands. He takes a deep breath, erases the dozen little daydreams his brain cooked up in the five minutes the two of you interacted with and puts his best costumer service smile on.

And then you’re there again the next day, around the same time and he balks at the sight of you. Just like yesterday, wearing another (equally cute) outfit, with some cash already tucked into your fist. I had to come back, you say, a bashful grin on your face. Can’t enjoy this for long and it’s just so good! Oh, he’s done for, he just knows it. Fate gave him a second chance (or just confirmation?) and he’d be an idiot to ruin this.

It’s so easy to spot the card of your hotel when you fumble with it to get your wallet and even easier to wait in front of your little abode later that night until you stop by to freshen up and go out again. Of course you would, it’s only natural - you’re trying to wring every last experience out of your trip and a night out is what completes it. He follows you quietly, all the way downtown, smoking while you almost skip along the streets. Just what has you in such good spirits, he wonders - and he gets his answer when you finally settle in a little pub and he seats himself somewhere close when you’re not looking.

Turns out, it’s your birthday, at least that's what you tell the employee at the counter, a thousand-watt smile on your face that he can hear even through the cigarette smoke and old hard rock. He’s torn between feeling excited and a little sorry for you - you shouldn't be celebrating your birthday alone, you’re too kind for that. Then again, it provides him with ample opportunities; he gets to be the hero of the day if he saves your birthday, he just needs to be smart about it. So he waits. Smokes cigarette after cigarette and thinks about all the things to say to you, gets lost in his own head while you drink yourself through an array of liquors and beers. Poor thing, you won't remember a thing tomorrow morning, the way you're letting the alcohol flow. He isn't the type to use people when they are at their lowest but he can't deny that some lowered inhibitions are only beneficial to him. And really, he isn't planning anything bad. Just a little extra care for you, on your special day.

He knocks on your table once you've gone from beer to shots. It's cute how hard your brain is working because clearly, you recognize him, but it just doesn't know where to place him. Eventually, you do - and beam up at him with so much joy it's almost overwhelming.

Oh! It’s you! From the window!

Adorable, even when you're shitfaced. You're perfect. He sits down without asking but you don't mind, too entrenched in drinking and babbling about your day. You seem so happy to get all of this attention from him, a semi-familiar face in the middle of the night, and he just listens and smiles. You toast him and he tips his cigarette, enjoying the way your knees knock against his. Just one last drink, he can tell, then you're ready. Then you’ll be going with him, uneasy in the legs but happy in mind, then you'll pull him into your hotel room with a giggle and too much force.

And really, he isn't a bad guy, he knows that - but he can’t help himself when he’s already knuckle-deep in you, cooing while you drunkenly whimper around his fingers. It’s so, so sweet. You’re so, so sweet. Can’t enjoy this for long, he thinks and nips at your ear, as you struggle to cum because you simply had too much alcohol. It's a little birthday present to you, a little treat for him. And maybe he should think about moving, too. Or fuck you so good tomorrow that you'll never want to leave again.

He'll figure something out.

[prettytoxicrevolver]

Fairytale | Karl Jacobs

Karl takes you on a fake date... or is it? wc: 2.6k (so I got a little carried away) an: I had a lot of fun writing this!! I got into the flow very quickly but it may be noticeable that I wrote the ending first and for that I apologize. Anyway, enjoy everyone! Dedicated to @briceyj! thanks for the request darling!

It was no secret that you had the biggest crush on Karl Jacobs since the two of you were teenagers. 

The minute he sat down at your table at lunch and asked if you were going to his friend's party that weekend had your heart swept away and kept in his hold all this time. 

You were still shocked you remembered in perfect detail how you met your best friend of so many years. The rest of your first meetings in friendships washed away with time but this one had always stood so clear in your mind. Quite literally from day one, Karl Jacobs was different to you. 

Fast forward all these years later and you were still hung up on Karl but had tried many times to get over or ignore the simmering feelings in your chest. Your latest attempt? Damien. 

You and Damien had gone out a couple of times and you really did enjoy spending time with him but you both admitted to having zero spark. He was hung up on his ex and you? You were still thinking about Karl. 

It didn’t hurt any less though, so you found yourself wallowing in self pity, eating ice cream, and hoarding yourself up in your apartment. 

“(y/n)!” you hear a banging on your front door accompanied by the sound of your best friend's voice and you shrink away from the noise. 

Karl had had his fair share of helping you get over a breakup and you hated that he was always the one to see you at your worst. Flowing tears, snotty noses, messy hair, baggy clothes, the whole nine yards and every single time he asked ‘what can i do?’ your heart cracked open just a bit more. 

Karl finds your spare key hidden away and lets himself into your apartment. He kicks his shoes off and shuts the door again before seeking you out in your living room. 

“Go away,” you half murmur, tugging your blanket further up so it hides your face. 

“What happened pretty girl?” Karl asks, ignoring your request and sitting down on the couch next to you. 

He pulls the blanket out of your grasp and your shiny eyes meet his concerned brown ones. You can’t help but wonder if this is the way things would always be, you a damsel in distress and Karl showing up as your prince once more to save you from your heartbreak. 

“We broke up,” you supply, shifting to a sitting position and pulling your knees in close to create a physical distance from Karl. If you didn’t, you might do something dumb like pull him close and beg him to never leave you. 

“You deserve so much better than all this,” Karl sighs and your heart clenches at his words.

Karl vowed from the very first day he met you that he would keep you in his life no matter what. You were a ray of sunshine, a light in the darkness, the apple to his eye, every single other cliche in the book he could think of to describe what you meant to him. 

Unfortunately, this also meant hiding his real feelings for you so nothing could ruin your friendship. 

He stood by you all these years, picking up the pieces of your heart after every wrong guy came into your life and destroyed it. He wanted to hold each piece, sew them back together and hold onto it so you didn’t have to worry about it anymore.

But he also knew that he couldn’t lose you. He’d wait a million years for you if it meant that he was still graced with your presence each day. 

“I have an idea,” Karl says, pulling you back to the present and not the sweet words your best friend had said moments before. 

“I’m taking you out on a date,” he declares and you choke on your own spit for a moment, sputtering and coughing until you’re settled and seeing the earnestness on Karl’s face. 

“You’re what?” 

“I’m taking you out on a date tomorrow. You deserve the world and I want to show you how a real man should be treating you,” he explains. 

Your heart twists, jumps to your throat before flinging itself down into your stomach and rolling like a stone before forming wings and kicking back around your stomach again. How did he always know exactly what to say and do to make you feel better? It was like the cosmos themselves had come to tell you that this was your soulmate and he would always be there for you. 

“So, you wanna take me on a date?” you ask, still uncertain that you’re actually hearing Karl speak and this isn’t a cruel dream. 

“I’ll pick you up at 6.” 

When Karl steps out of your apartment the sound of the door clicking shut behind him pulls him down to earth again. Did he just informally ask you out? Did you say yes? Was he actually taking you on a date tomorrow? None of it could possibly be real. 

However, Karl is well awake and energetic as he drives home and plans out every second of the perfect date he would take you on and pray by the end of it, it wasn’t a fake date anymore. 

You’ve been panicking all day long. 

You’ve switched outfits three times, taken two showers, and drank far too much coffee that has only quadrupled your anxiety. Karl would be here in 20 minutes and you were on your last outfit. A light blue sundress and white sandals with your favorite pieces of jewelry to make it a bit cuter. You take a last look in the mirror and just as you’re picking up your purse a knock on your door sounds. 

You check the time to see its six o'clock on the dot and you smile widely. You had gotten used to the routine of guys showing up late, texting you ‘here’ and sitting in their car the entire time. To be honest, this was already the best date you had been on in a while and it hasn’t even started yet. 

You swing open your front door and it takes all of your self control not to audibly gasp at Karl. He stands in a dark gray t-shirt, black jeans, sneakers, and a chain around his neck. In his hands is a bouquet of your favorite flowers and on his face, an almost nervous smile. 

“Hi,” you greet, nerves fluttering through your veins. 

“Hi,” he responds and for a moment the two of you take the appearance of the other in. 

“So,” he utters and you snap out of your trance. 

“Right! Sorry,” you apologize. 

Karl watches as you take the flowers from his hand and follows when you gesture for him to come into your apartment. His eyes trail your figure as you move quickly, placing the bouquet in a vase filled with water before turning back towards him. 

God you were beautiful. 

“Ready to go?” Karl asks nervously and your smile washes over him like the sun shining after a long winter. 

He holds his hand out to you and you nod, slipping your hand into his. A zap of electricity flows through both of you as Karl leads you out of the apartment and you’re one hundred percent certain this is already the best date ever. 

Karl leads you to his car and when you get there you automatically reach for the door handle. Karl is quick to block your movement though, shaking his head as he reaches for the door. 

“A girl as beautiful as you should never have to open a door.” 

Your heart flutters and buzzes throughout your chest at his words and you feel your cheeks flush with heat. You step into the car and watch as Karl shuts your door before getting in on his side. 

“Where are we going?” 

“It’s a surprise,” he says, winking at you when you meet his eye and a giggle escapes your lips. 

The drive to your destination feels like five seconds and five years all at once. Time always feels like it slows down whenever Karl is around and you find yourself focusing on every movement, every breath, every word he says and letting it sink into your being so you can hold onto it. 

Finally, you pull up to the restaurant, a gorgeous Italian place that you had been talking about wanting to go to since it opened. Your face beams and when you look over to Karl, he’s already grinning at you. 

That smile. 

Even when it wasn’t directed towards you it still felt like you were on another planet. The image transcends space and time and releases a joy unlike any other. 

Karl slides out of the car, rushing over to grab your door and holds a hand out to help you. He feels that same electricity when your hands touch and it makes him feel giddy like he just chugged a monster and all the energy slams him at once. 

He leads you into the restaurant, the inside being far more gorgeous than the outside could ever convey and a waiter takes you to your semi secluded booth. Karl being the gentleman he has been all night, helps you slide into the booth before getting in on his side. 

Every move and every thing Karl has done or said since he picked you up has been just right. He knew exactly how to treat you and make your stomach twirl happily at the simplest things. You couldn’t remember the last time a guy treated you this well and the thought makes you sad for a moment. 

“What’s up?” Karl asks, noticing your shift of emotions as he hands you a menu before taking one for himself. 

“Just thinking that this is probably the best date i’ve ever been on,” you say and Karl tilts his head in confusion. 

“I’ve never had a guy treat me this well,” you shrug and Karl’s face falls. “Even on a fake date.” 

Instead of saying anything, Karl reaches across and takes your hand in his. He squeezes lightly before running a thumb back and forth over your skin. 

“Good evening! My name is Melissa and I’ll be taking care of you two tonight. Can I get you guys something to drink?” 

You order your drinks and make small talk until the waitress comes back and takes your food order as well. 

“I don’t want to sound too forward,” she says and you and Karl look up to meet her eye. “But you guys are truly such a cute couple.” 

Your smile widens and you can’t help but look away at her declaration. The fact that you and Karl even looked like a perfect couple made your heart race. 

“Thank you! I’m sure lucky to have a gorgeous girl like her,” Karl responds and your heart flares out, skips a beat, and then reigns back in again. 

When she walks away again, Karl’s eyes meet yours and you feel yourself heat up under his gaze. 

“What?” 

“Just enjoying the view,” he responds with ease. 

Dinner goes by quickly with you and Karl keeping conversation the whole time. You talk about anything and everything and there’s never a dull moment. Maybe this is why everyone says your significant other should also be your best friend. 

“Are we ready for the check?” Your waitress asks and Karl nods. 

She sets it down before walking away and you automatically start to reach for it. Just as your hand hovers over the black check holder, Karl pushes your hand out of the way. 

“No way,” he says, pulling the check towards him. 

“At least let me get the tip,” you bargain. You weren’t trying to be annoying, you just genuinely hated when other people paid for things for you without you chipping in even a little bit. 

“I asked you out so I will pay,” he explains and you finally pull your hand back. 

After Karl pays, the two of you head out and back towards his car. You’re thinking about how you never want this date to end as Karl opens your car door and helps you in again. 

When he gets in and starts to drive off, you hum along to the music and enjoy the quiet for a minute. Your brain overturns every tiny detail of the night and you’re already giddy thinking about it all. 

“Can I ask you something?” 

“Hmm?” Karl says, glancing at you for a second before focusing on the road again. 

“Why take me out? Do all this nice stuff?” The look on Karl’s face flips to a frown and you keep talking to explain yourself better. 

“We’re best friends. Why take me on a fake date and show me how men are supposed to act? You could have just bought me ice cream and watched sad movies with me to make me feel better.” 

“Well,” Karl starts, unsure how to answer your question without revealing his true intentions. But also, wasn’t that kind of the point of all this? 

“Who said it was a fake date?” 

You get out of the car for the final time, Karl refusing to waste a second pulls your hand into his and intertwines your fingers. It occurs to you in that moment that possibly, just maybe, Karl did like you the same way you liked him and the world became a bit clearer with the idea. 

The walk to your apartment is slow and you’re wishing it could last forever with Karl’s hand holding yours perfectly tight. Your heartbeat has tripled since leaving the car and you wonder if Karl can feel it through your connected hands. 

You finally reach your apartment door and you find yourself turning to lean your back against it as Karl stands before you, hands pushed into the pockets of his jeans. Your eyes survey his stance and for a moment you wonder if he’s nervous. 

“So?” Karl asks, nervously bouncing on the balls of his feet. 

“Today was a fairytale,” you sigh out, not caring if your true feelings for Karl are being exposed at the moment. 

“Really?” 

“It was perfect,” you smile earnestly up at the taller boy and his cheeks flush red at your words. 

“I’m glad.” 

There’s a beat of silence and you quickly realize Karl’s superpower of slow motion is activating once more as he steps closer, one hand reaching for your waist and the other, agonizingly slow rests against your cheek. 

He searches your eyes for any hesitation but all you do is match his gaze and his heart leaps from his chest into your hands. He takes what is hopefully a subtle deep breath before leaning in. 

You were sure this had to be true love. You had fallen head first for Karl the moment you saw him but the way his lips mold against yours and move as if they always belonged there has you thinking about soulmates, weddings, old age, all of it all at once faster than you can comprehend. 

Karl could only describe this moment as magical. It had to be magic, right? How could someone like you fall for someone like him? Regardless, he knew this kiss was magical and easily the only thing he’ll think about for the rest of his life. 

You break apart when both of you have pulled all the air out of each other's lungs but Karl doesn’t move too far. He hesitates before resting his forehead gently against yours and you watch as his eyes flutter shut. 

“I get what you mean by fairytale now,” he whispers and you giggle against him. 

“Feels like a fairytale for sure.” 

[gtbutterfly]

Quincy and the forest giant

(this was written before I came up with the title)

I'm gonna try coming up with a real name for this story later. Anyways, I hope you enjoy it, criticism is appreciated.

Here's the previous part,

CW: angst, threats, mild squeezing,

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It was twenty or thirty minutes later. Ella moved me in front of the window to see the rain. It was pouring outside, the water turned the dirt to mud and left splashes in the lake. The wind howled through the branches and blew sticks and what was left of the leaves around with the water. Lightning would flash every so often with the roar of thunder, which didn’t seem too loud given the footsteps of the giant that had taken me. I turned towards her to ask something,

“I’m…really stuck here until tomorrow?”

“I’m not any more happy about it than you are, kid,” the giant said, leaning on the window still. “They can’t control the weather, so you’re just gonna have to wait it out.”

“Um…what will happen until then?” I asked,

“You just, stay here I guess,” Ella said, before sighing. It was awkward being alone with her. She clearly didn’t want anything to do with me, and I was too scared of her to try making conversation. So we just sat around in silence. I guess eventually she got fed up with it because at one point she tried talking to me.

“So…what were you doing when you saw me?” ‘Ella asked,

“Uh, why do you ask?” I said,

“Just wondering. Y’know, kids like you shouldn’t really be up that late,” Ella said,

“um…I was star gazing…I have trouble sleeping sometimes…” I said, looking down,

“Doesn’t your town have a curfew or something?” The giant asked,

“I was doing it from out a window…” I said, before realizing something, “How do you know about the town's curfew?” Ella was silent for a moment. She looked almost embarrassed at what she just said, how she revealed something she wasn’t supposed to. Then she sighed.

“You know what I said about asking those kinds of questions,” Ella said. There was a pit in my stomach as soon as she said that. I backed away from her, remembering the threat from earlier.

“I…I’m sorry, I didn’t….I don’t……please, I…”

“It’s fine, it’s fine, you not in trouble this time,” Ella said, “it's my fault for bringing that up in the first place.” she sighed again. “All I’ll let you know is that they give me news about what happens in that little town of yours. That's all I’m telling you about my job or why I’m here, nothing else. You already know too much, so don’t ask.”

“Um….so…..what can I ask about?” I asked,

“Anything that isn’t about what I am, or who I work for, or what I do, or why I’m here,” Ella said, “and nothing annoying,”

“Um…so….what do you…” I think about how to phrase this sentence for a moment, “what do you do apart from work? Like…to pass the time?”

“Books, radio, playing cards, going on walks…” the giant answered.

“Um….were you…on a walk last night?” I asked,

“No, I was….” Ella sighed, “that's not important,”

“Ok…” I nodded. Whatever she was doing last night must have had something to do with her job, which she doesn’t want me to know anything about. I decided to change the topic,

“So…I'm guessing you don’t have any…technology…here…”

“It would just break here, anyways,” Ella said,

“...break?” I asked. Ella was silent for a moment again. I heard her cursing to herself before looking back at me.

“Do you know what an EMP is?” she asked,

“...no?” I said.

“Good.” Ella turned away from me with her arms crossed. I looked up at her. She looked stern and closed off. The room went back to silence, as more rain hit the windows and thunder roared outside. The lights would dim and brighten occasionally from the weather. I swallowed my spit and spoke again.

“Is this place…usually like this?” I asked,

“What are you talking about?” Ella said,

“...quiet……”

“Well, it would be, if you weren’t here,” the giant looked down at me.

“Don’t you ever get….bored? Um….lonley?” I asked,

“I’m fine alone,” Ella said. “And my job keeps me from being bored,”

“....um…” I paused for a moment, “...sorry, it’s kinda hard…not to ask about your job…”

“Well maybe just don’t ask about anything,” She said,

“....do you just….live here alone?” I asked,

“Alright, I’m sick of this,” Ella said, grabbing me off of the window sill. I nearly fell as she readjusted her grip around me. She carried me back to where the couch was, but kept me in her hands as she sternly stared down at me with her massive eyes.

“Now I’m going to ask you some questions, how does that sound?” She asked.

“I…uh,” I could hardly get my words out. Her thumb was wrapped around my arms, and her other hand had a tight grip on my legs, preventing me from kicking or squirming.

“So, you're an orphan, right? How’d your parents die?” She asked, clearly just trying to be insensitive towards me on purpose.

“Uh, they went missing in this forest…when I was a baby….” I said, not wanting her anymore angry at me anymore.

“Interesting, do you have a last name, Quincy?”

“Um, I think they said…it was Mora…” I said, “Q-Quincey Mora,”

“Any idea what happened to your parents when they went missing?”

“N-no…no one does…” I said,

“Really? No idea?” She said as if being rhetorical, “Do you think something like that could happen to you? Like, you could just go missing, and never be found, and no one would know what happened to you?

“Um…maybe?” I answered, my heart now racing. She squeezed her hand around me more,

“Would you want that to happen to you?” she asked, bringing me closer to her face,

“N-no ma’am,” I said, my head spiraling in fear. “Did….are you…what made those people go missing?” she squeezed me tighter for my question. I let out a small yelp of pain.

“Stop asking things, Quincy. You know I can make you regret it very easily,” Ella said, still stern, glaring down at me almost with disgust. “Don’t make things worse for yourself. Just stay quiet, and stop asking questions, kid. If you do, things will be worse for you. Much worse. Understand?”

She said that last part with such malice. The sound buzzed through my throat and my lungs as she spoke just feet away from me. I hesitated to speak.

“i…I…but…”

“Do you understand?” she repeated herself, even louder and more harshly than before. Her voice caused my heart to drop. She squeezed me harder, to the point where it actually started to hurt. My eyes widened in fear and pain.

“OK! OK, I’M SORRY! PLEASE LET GO OF ME, PLEASE!” I yelled.

“Alright then,” the giant said, dropping me out of her hands. I landed on my arm, the couch barely cushioning my fall. I immediately ran and hid behind a pillow on the side of the bench. I lost control of myself, I started crying and holding my body, shaking in fear of the giant looming over the large pillow I was hiding under.

“Geez, overreacting much?” Ella said before she heard me weeping. Wait, are you…crying?” She stood up from the couch and got on her knees, looking at me in between the pillow and the side of the couch it was leaning against. I backed away from her, still crying. She started to look guilty,

“Hey, I didn’t mean to make you that upset, I just..” Ella paused for a moment, while I kept crying, “I wasn’t acually going to hurt you or anything like that, I just..I was fibbing, I just didn’t want you to ask me those things. Just, come on out of there, ok?”

The giant reached towards me. I backed against the back of the couch and hugged my legs while covering my face with them. She looked even more sympathetic than before.

“Hey, I..I’m being honest, I don’t want to hurt you, really. You’re just…” she paused for a moment like she just realized something. “You're just a kid.”

I kept crying. She sighed and looked down, before getting up and walking away from the couch, leaving me to cry alone.

[dandelion-system]

Ok so this is going to sound ridiculous when you first eat it but stay with me.

I’m angry that my mum won’t let me talk to her about Madoka magica.

Okay, I hear you. “What an entitled brat! She’s probably busy, don’t force her to listen to your rants about a tv show!” And okay. Yeah, it sounds bad without context. So here’s the context.

My mum calls me into her room to talk about getting some birthday presents for my brother. I tell her I got him a plushie of his favourite character from an anime she’s watched with him. I say ‘I would like to watch it with you, because I feel like I’m missing out on something’. I *dont* want to watch it. But I do want the connection they have over it. I want to be a part of that. She tells me how she never usually cries at animated shows, but this one really got to her because the characters were so fleshed out and the emotions felt so real. And I realise- I know an anime like that. One I’ve enjoyed and want to share. So I say ‘maybe you can watch Madoka magica with me and my brother!’

My brother introduced me to pmmm. I really enjoyed it, especially as an art/film student. I really think that she would at least see the artistic merit in watching it. But I watch her face contort and I realise that it’s happening again. It’s the same face she’s always made when I’ve tried to tell her about shows I’ve watched, books I’ve read, projects I’m working on. She doesn’t want to know. So I say, “I’ll get my brother to tell you about it, I won’t explain it as well as he can.” I want to tell her. But I know I can’t. And she replies,

“Oh, I’m sorry, you just talk a lot, and I’m tired and about to go to bed.” Reasonable excuses. I do talk a lot! We would need more time to talk about it, so wait until tomorrow! I start to say goodnight, and she changes the topic. It’s back to her again. Her problems, what she needs to do, what she’s thinking about: I stand up, getting stuffer and in more pain as she talks at me, not to me, because I’m 19 but I’m not paying taxes or getting excited about cleaning products yet, she talks at me for about 30 minutes.

So I realise, with every sentence, that it was an excuse. She didn’t event want to hear me talk about it. She probably won’t try watching it. She wasn’t that tired, she didn’t want to go to bed, there was no reason to tell me to stop talking other than she just didn’t want to hear it. And I had thought, after all this time, she was actually show in a bit more interest in my life! She cared about the things I enjoyed!

No. She’s still drip feeding me poison in the form of cynicism and disbelief in humanity, and rejection at every corner I turn and look for even an ounce of interest.

I’m hurt. I’m sad, and I’ve been switching anyway and dealing with chronic illness she’ll barely acknowledge, and I try to connect with her, and she refuses. And the only way that I don’t start crying on the spot? Or going to cry myself to sleep?

I get angry. I let that hurt turn into that passive,bubbling anger deep inside of me that rots me from the inside out, and make a tumblr post. Because I don’t even have friends to talk to about this. I only have her, and she’s done this.

[damonjuicyscock]

Playlist-Chapter 10-I want you now (90s Noel Gallagher X Reader)

Pairing: 90s Noel Gallagher X Reader

Warnings: language, fluff, and... SMUT (This chapter is pure porn with feeling lovies, if you were already horny you're going to feel hornier, P in V, Unprotected sex don't forget to protect yourself kids), a few spelling mistakes, maybe.

Words:

Summary: After Christmas, Noel and Y/N find themselves again. They make up for lost time *wink*

A/N: Heya Y'all ! Here's chapter 10 ! It's pure filfth you're going to be horny tonight. The title of the chapter was inspired by a Depeche mode song I really love and I thought it could describe Y/N and Noel's state of mind in this chapter. Hope you will like it.

Love y'all and take care of yourselves !

Enjoy !

“ I want you now, tomorrow won't do There's a yearning inside and it's showing through Reach out your hands and accept my love We've waited for too long, enough is enough I want you now

My heart is aching, my body is burning My hands are shaking, my head is turning You understand it's so easy to choose We've got time to kill, we've got nothing to lose I want you now”

December 31st 1994- Manchester:

So… Noel and I were back together. We both spent Christmas with our families, so we didn’t see each other until New Year’s Eve. And I can say we were craving each other. There was a party at Paul’s with some of the Gallagher’s friends. Noel and I took advantage of everyone partying to go to the bathroom.

We locked the door and started making out. I was wearing that red dress Noel absolutely loved. We were kissing passionately, feeling each other up. I unzipped Noel’s trousers and pulled out his already hard member, wrapping my hand around it and slowly stroked it.

Noel threw his head back and moaned in pleasure, feeling my warm hand wrapped around him.

Fuck Y/N… I want ye… I want ye so bad.

I want you too. I replied, smiling at him

We kissed a bit more, Noel grabbing my ass.

I sat on the counter next to the sink, spreading my legs.

Come on Noely, fuck me right here.

He got between my legs and pulled down my undies, looking at the pool that had formed there as he smiled, before putting the tip of his shaft against my entrance and pushed forward.

I gasped when he entered me.

Fuck, ye’re so wet…

It’s all for you, my love. Only you can make me this wet… I answered

Then he slid all the way inside me.

Fuck Noel… I moaned, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him closer

Are ye okay? He asked

I nodded.

Please move… I answered

Noel slowly began thrusting in and out of me, taking his time and enjoying every second. I moaned as he did.

oh Noel, fucking ruin me.

He obliged, picking up speed and pounding inside me harder and faster.

What has gotten into ye? I’m not a pornstar ye know? He moaned 

 That’s not what I’m asking… I just missed you so much, so please, ruin me, make me yours, fuck me ‘til I can’t walk anymore.

Noel chuckled and picked up the pace even more. He grabbed my hips and fucked into me hard, making me scream in pleasure. Soon, he was touching my sweet spot, and he knew I would reach my climax quickly. It would probably get him to reach his own.

Oh fuck Noely, I’m going to cum… 

He kept pounding inside me, until my body started shaking as I came, my juices dripping on his hard member.

Oh fuck Y/N what ye’re doing to me… Noel moaned

I love you Noel. I whispered.

 I love ye too.  he said, kissing me.

We kissed for a few minutes before Noel stopped. I looked up at him.

What? What is it?  I asked.

I want ye to come home with me tonight. He said, smiling

 Oh really?

Yes, to celebrate this new year like needed. I want ye to be mine from the start of it.

Yours huh? Am I not already yours now? I said, chuckling. 

oh, ye are. But here we can’t do… it correctly. I want to take ye home, lay ye on my bed, kiss ye everywhere while I admire yer gorgeous body, eat ye out until you scream and wake the whole neighbourhood and make love to ye like a gentleman would do. He whispered in my ear

Sounds great to me. But what about your mam and Liam?

Mam is not here, and Liam will probably be too fucking wasted to come home tonight.

In that case, you’re going to be the fucking death of me Noely. 

I hope not. I need ye alive. I don’t fuck corpses. But now, before going back to this party, I’m going to finish what I started and make ye cum a second time so I can cum with ye, okay?  

What are you waiting for? I said, grabbing his hair and pulling him towards me.

He started kissing me and thrust inside me again. I wrapped my legs around him again and held him tight, feeling him hit my G-spot repeatedly. And just like that, I was on the edge of cumming again, my eyes closing, and my body shaking.

Noel kept thrusting inside me, and soon, I was whisper-yelling his name as I reached another high. My body spasmed, Noel holding me close as his movements became sloppy and reached his own high.

Fuck Y/N, I’m cumming… He groaned

His lips kissed my neck to silence himself and I felt his hot release fill me up.

We stood there, out of breath. We looked at each other, chuckling before kissing.

Jesus fucking Christ woman, I’m already impatient fer the next round. He said

You’re insatiable. I said, laughing

Ye make me. I can’t get enough of ye. We’ve been away fer so long since two weeks ago that I have the duty to make it up to ye.

Oh you better, yeah.

We both put our clothes back on and kissed passionately before stepping out of the bathroom. A few people looked at us, knowing.

What? You’ve never fucked before? Fucking idiots. I said

*

Later in the night, I followed Noel to his Place. 

He took my hand, and we went to his and Liam’s room. Peggy hadn’t touched his bed in case he needed to come back sometime. At the Moment Noel closed the door, he kissed me passionately. I responded by grabbing him and pushing him against the door. We Kissed for a long time, both of us being hungry For each other.

Oh god Y/N, I’ve missed ye so much… Noel groaned as he pulled away from me

 I’ve missed you too Noely… 

I Wished we didn’t waste these past years. He pursued

Shh it’s over now, we are together again. And we still have to make up for lost time. I answered

He nodded and kissed me again.

And now it’s time for me to keep me promise.

He grabbed me and took me to his bed, laying me here as he kissed me on the lips, then my neck, then slowly slid down before sliding my undies down.

His hands ran all over my body, caressing my thighs, my ass, my belly, my breasts.

Ye’re So beautiful Y/N. he whispered, kissing my tummy

I looked at him and smiled. He spread my legs as he latched his lips on my womanhood, lapping at my clit.

I moaned Loudly as he licked me. I grabbed his hair and pulled him closer.

Oh Noel, that feels so good… 

Noel continued to lick me, sucking on my clit, causing me to moan even Louder. He loved how I tasted, as if he could eat me out for hours.

Told ye l would do things properly… he murmured.

This sent a shiver to my body, causing my back to arch. That’s when we heard footsteps in the stairs and someone speaking loudly, and a female laugh. Noel Looked at me and when the door opened, we both had the same reaction.

Fuck off Liam! we both said at the same time.

Oh For fuck’s sake, this is me room!  Liam Answered.

We were there before! Noel Answered.

We were there before… how old are ye, 5?  He said imitating his brother before closing the door.

Noel and I looked at each other and burst out laughing.

Where was I… got to finish what I started… he said lowly

And he latched his lips on my clit again, eating me out « like a Gentleman ».

I moaned and he teased my entrance with a finger that he pushed Inside. I was so wet that he pushed another one and started fingering me at the same time, bringing me closer to my climax.

Oh God…Oh god, oh god… I cried out

Does it feel good love? He asked

Fuck…I Answered.

Noel sped his movements, and I grabbed his hair with strength.

Go ahead darling, I’ve got ye.

I came hard, my juices running all over his face. He moaned loudly and kept licking her until I stopped him, on the edge of overstimulation.

Fucking hell… I gasped.

Yea, I think I need a break… he said, smiling.

 Why? I asked.

Well… ye know me when I’m a bit drunk. I’m like a bloody teenager. Ye got me so horny I came in me jeans. He answered, embarrassed

Oh god, that’s so sexy… I replied, blushing.

So now I need to get rid of it… he said, standing up and taking his jeans off.

What are you doing? I asked.

Just like I said, I’m getting rid of it… » he said, taking his jeans and boxers off.

 I decided to go further and took off the rest of his clothes. I looked at him and smiled.

That’s hot… I said

Noel smiled at me. I sat down and started stroking him. Noel hissed.

Too much? I asked.

 A bit. But it doesn’t hurt. He answered

 I’m only prepping you.

I was stroking him slowly so I wouldn’t hurt him. When Noel was fully erected again and ready, he flipped me over and teased my entrance with his member.

Is it still okay? He asked

I nodded and kissed him. I took his member in my hand again and pushed it inside me. We both moaned in unison.

Noel started thrusting in and out slowly and I moaned as he did it.

Noel picked up the pace and I met him halfway. I put my hands on the bed and spread my legs even wider, letting Noel have access to my womanhood. Noel tore the straps of my red dress, and I stopped his movements.

Hey! I thought you loved that dress! 

I love It, but ye even look better without it. It covered an important part I wanted to have access to. I’ll buy ye a new one I promise.

I nodded and wrapped my legs around him to feel him deeper inside me. After a few minutes I felt his movements become sloppy.

Y/N, love, I’m close. He moaned.

I’m with you Noely. Come on. Cum.

Noel nodded.

He sucked his thumb and put it on my clit causing me to moan loudly. I quickly came around him, my back arching on the bed, my legs trembling around his hips and my insides tightening around his hard member.

He shouted my name while he came. He was so sensitive a tear fell from his left eye and fell on my cheek. He collapsed on top of me, peppering my neck with kisses.

He then rolled on his back and pulled me on top of him.

I love ye Y/N. He whispered.

I smiled at him.

I love you too Noel. 

we kissed for a long time.

I thought I’d never be happy anymore. I said.

Are ye now? Noel asked.

Mmmh… I hesitated.

Oh stop fucking around will ye? He chuckled.

 Of course I’m happy, you moron. Since you came back I’m happy. Since I know I’m not the only one to be in love I’m happy. You don’t know how much you mean to me.

Oh I think I know. Ye made me fucking cry when I came a few minutes ago, so l think ye might know how much ye mean to me too and what ye do to me. 

I smiled at him.

Well I’m glad. I’m glad I can make you happy.

Ye do. I’m happier I than ever was.

We stood like this for a while before I moved away.

I need to take a shower. 

WE need to take a shower. he answered.

You can’t get enough, don’t you?

Of ye? Never.

*

January 4th 1995- London:

1995 had started and it was time for me to come back to my lovely boyfriend Noel in London in our new apartment. I had taken my things with me and our cat Ringo. I inserted the key to open the door, but Noel was quick enough to open it before I could turn the key.

Ah here ye are my love, finally. I thought ye would never get here. He said with a smile on his face.

Well, I did take an early train this morning so I was sure I would be able to get here by tonight. I replied

 It's only 3pm now, but I have been waiting all day for ye. I'm tired and hungry and I need you. He said.

I smiled and kissed him on the lips. He grabbed my hand and let me get into the apartment.

As ye can see, I started unboxing a bit and settling everything at his place.

I like it! I answered, putting my box down and freeing Ringo from its cage, who quickly got out and started discovering the apartment

Ye might want a nice and hot shower don't ye, my love? He asked

oh fuck yeah.  I answered

Then go, and I'll make us summat to eat. Join me here when you're done.

 I nodded and kissed him.

I missed you Noely.

I missed ye too darling.

I went to take a shower and decided to put one of Noel's shirt as a pyjama, not putting any undies on and pulled my hair in a bun before joining him in the kitchen. I heard him cooking, giving some food to our Ringo, and smiled.

Hey handsome. I said

Hey ba... he started

 He saw I was wearing his shirt. And oh God I don't know what I triggered, but I actually apparently triggered something.

Ye know ye're not going to wear those for a long time, do ye? He said, his eyes full of lust

oh yeah, I know. Question is, what are you going to do about it? I answered.

Oh woman... ye don't know what ye've started... he said, while taking a deep breath.

I think I know exactly what I've started, but I am not going to tell you that right now, because I want you to surprise me. I said

 Oh ye’re going to find out. It’ll be your fault if yer meal burns. Because ye’re going to be me meal. 

He grabbed my hips and put me on the counter, Kissing me hard. I felt his lips slid in my neck while he was unbuttoning the shirt I was wearing, and he found out I was naked under it.

Fuck…he said.

He kissed my breasts, and he slowly laid me on the counter, his lips going down, then I felt him spread my legs.

I’m gonna eat me meal now, and damn, this one is me favourite. He said

He started licking my womanhood, and I couldn’t help but moan loudly. His tongue went inside me, collecting my wetness, devouring me.

Fuck Noely… I whispered, grabbing a fistful of his hair.

One of his hands grabbed one of my breasts, looking me in the eye, his look still full of lust while eating me out.

Fuck I’m going to … I moaned

and he stopped, looking up at me. I whined at the loss.

Not yet. Not yet. He said

He took his fingers and rubbed them on my clit, rubbing it gently.

please… I begged

please what? He asked

 Please Noel, touch me.

 see? When ye ask with words, I can do it.

He put his mouth on my mound again, sucking my juices, making me even more wet.

He pushed a finger inside me, then a second, fucking me with his fingers. I was about to come when he stopped.

Hey, why did you stop? I asked.

 Well, I ate me meal, but now I want me dessert. He answered, smiling.

He stood up and took off his pants, revealing his beautiful shaft.

I can’t wait to feel ye. He said, while stroking it

He got closer to me, and I opened my legs wide, inviting him in. He put his hard manhood at my entrance, and I felt how he entered me.

Fuck Y/N…he said.

 In response I just moaned and wrapped my legs around him. He started pumping slow at first then harder and faster, making me moan louder, making him understand how much I loved it. He was alternating between slower and faster pace to build the tension and our orgasms. He was edging us so much we were both almost crying. It felt so good.

But it was also almost unbearable knowing it was practically overstimulation to me.

Noely... please...

please what love?

Make us cum, please... I want to cum, I need to cum and I want to feel you fill me up..."

I can't hear ye, what do ye want me to do?

I want you to cum in me... please Noel... fill me up...

I will, babe. he said, his voice full of lust.

He thrusted a bit more inside me.

Are ye with me? He asked, groaning

Yes... yes, please...

I need ye to come first... please Y/N ye can do it. he said, putting his thumb on my clit and rubbing it.

I came instantly, screaming his name, my eyes watering and my body shaking in pleasure. Noel knew how to make me orgasm. He really knew me by heart. My insides were spasming around him. He kept pounding into me, my back arching on the counter, overstimulating me. My walls were spasming so much around him he groaned loudly.

"Oh fuck... oh fuck... oh fuck... ohhh fuuuuckkkk" he yelled, pushing his cock as deep as possible inside me.

He exploded inside me, filling me up completely.

I could feel his hot cum dripping down my thighs. He collapsed on top of me, breathing hard. I never heard Noel be this vocal before. We stood like that for a while, not moving, just enjoying the moment. After a few minutes, he looked at me and kissed me softly.

Do ye know how much I love ye and how happy I am that we are just us two in our apartment?" he asked.

I chuckled.

God I love you too Noel, I'm happy to be here with you too... but our neighbours are probably already hating us.

They'll get through it. They will have to. Because this is going to happen often. I mean, only when ye want to. He said, kissing me again

I would never say no to that! I said, laughing

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Here’s another fanfic guys

I’m too lazy to write this little beginning piece that I always write but to sum this one up, Alec is sick, and Nick can’t really be around him but still takes care of him because he's gay for him <3

Enjoy, love you all <333

Disclaimer: swearing, emetophobia warning, mention of abuse

I groan as I get up from my knees on the bathroom floor. Jesus, where the hell did I catch the flu?

I wipe my mouth off with the back of my hand and flush the toilet, then quickly wash my hands. I adjust my glasses on my nose. I hold my arms, rubbing them quickly; Nick left the windows open to air out the germs from the house and to help with my excruciating body heat. But now I'm freezing, and the chills decided to pay my immune system a visit.

Oh, I just love being sick. Just makes my entire day!

As I walk out of the bathroom, slowly and my hands tightly gripping my arms, I see Nick in the kitchen cooking something. I stop and he looks up at me.

He smiles and says, "Throw up again?"

I just nod.

He shakes his head and says, "Go rest, baby. I'm making you something to eat. Just get comfortable and I'll be right in."

I don't even nod this time; I just groan and amble back to my bedroom slowly.

When I get into my room, I slowly place myself on the bed and pull my blanket up over my shoulders. I curl up into a ball on my side and lay there, shivering.

I turn over onto my back and exhale. I reach for my phone on my nightstand and turn it on.

I raise an eyebrow at the single notification that popped up on my screen about 5 minutes ago. It was a message on Instagram from @i.hate.nuns. Fiore.

I click on it and my phone screen opens to my Instagram inbox. The message simply states "Help me. Please."

I heart speeds up in my chest. I quickly type back, "Fiore? What's wrong?"

I place my phone face down on my blanket and stare up at my ceiling blankly. I'm actually worried about Fiore, even though she betrayed me in the season 1 finale of Disventure Camp. This must be something serious. God, I haven't seen her in so long. I wonder how much older she is.

My phone buzzes. I pick it up and read the next message: "My parents are abusing me. Help."

I stare at the message in disbelief. My hands shaking, I message back, "What are they doing to you?"

"They're forcing me to make dinner every night and do everything for them like a maid. They're also hitting me even if I do what they tell me to do."

I gasp quietly. "When's the next time you have school?"

"Tomorrow."

"Okay. Here's what I want you to do. I want you to pack some important stuff in your school backpack and bring it with you. I want you to go home with a friend and stay there until I can come to get you. Sound good?"

"Wait." A pause before her next message. "Are you saying you're going to adopt me?"

"Yeah."

"You mean you're going to fly here to the US to come get me tomorrow?"

"Not tomorrow. I have the flu, but once I'm completely better, I'll be there to get you."

"Seriously?"

"Trust me, Fiore. I know I was a terrible father to my own son but I promise me and Nick can be better parents to you than your own."

"Wait. Nick from season 1 of Disventure Camp?"

"Yeah. It's a long story."

"I don't care. You promise you'll come for me?"

"Cross my heart and hope to die."

"Thank you. Thank you so much."

"You're welcome. Anything to keep you safe."

She didn't message me back after that.

I place my phone back down on my bedside table and stare up at my ceiling, then let out a massive sigh. The motion made me nauseous but it's nothing too bad.

My doorknob slowly turns, and the door pushes open a crack. Nick peeks in, a small tray in his hand.

I look up at him and smile. He pushes the door open and smiles back at me.

"Oh, I thought you were asleep, baby! I brought you some toast and a little herbal tea. It's not much but it might help."

He places the tray at the foot of my bed. I blow him a kiss and he pretends to catch it, holding his curled-up fist to his chest, blushing. My smile grows even larger, and I reach for the tray.

I sit up and pull it into my lap. I look over at my nightstand and grab the empty water glass. "Do you mind filling this up for me?"

I hold the glass out to him, and he slowly walks in and takes it.

"Oh, come on now, I don't bite!"

"Yeah, but your sickness is contagious!" He laughs. "I'll be back quickly."

He walks out of the room, as I pick up one of the pieces of toast from the tray and take a small bite.

Nick quickly comes back with the glass of water, complete with ice. Oh, he must pity me or something. He walks over and places it on my bedside table.

He rests the back of his hand against my forehead, as I lift the toast to my mouth and take another bite.

"Jesus Christ, you're burning up! I'm going to get you a cool towel to put on that giant fucking forehead of yours."

I just laugh. He walks out of the room, and I continue to eat my toast.

I hear the sound of running water coming from the bathroom. Nick comes back into the room, folding a washcloth into a rectangle. He pushes my chest back a little and carefully places the cloth against my forehead.

"There. Does that feel better?" he says, holding the cloth against my forehead.

I didn't even notice I was sweating until the coldness of the cloth ran through my body. "Yeah, actually. Thank you."

"Anything for you, baby. Speaking of which, do you need anything else?"

"A kiss would be nice but I don't want to get you sick."

"Aw, baby. I'm going to fulfill that wish as many times as you want when you're feeling all better. You're going to never know what it feels like to be unloved ever again."

I blush. "Aw, stop. You're too sweet. I love you so much."

"I love you too, baby. Try and get some rest, okay?"

He starts to leave the room, but Fiore's messages come to my mind. "Wait," I say, reaching out to him.

He turns around and raises an eyebrow at me. "What's up?"

I hesitate for a second. "Remember... remember Fiore?"

Nick rolls his eyes. "Oh God, why are you mentioning her?"

He sounds upset. Better make this quick. "Well... she just messages me on Instagram saying her parents are abusing her, and I told her I'd come get her and adopt her. I was just wondering... is that okay?"

Nick's scowl drops quickly. He takes a deep breath and says, "It's going to take a little getting used to, but I think I can handle it. No matter what she did in season 1, she doesn't deserve to go through that. She's just a kid. You told her about us, right?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"I just wanted to make sure she was okay with me being around before I agreed."

"Oh, no. She had the same reaction as you did when I told her about you."

"Really. Wow."

"Mhm."

"When are you planning to pick her up?"

"As soon as I'm better."

"Wait, but don't we live in different countries? How are you going to get her?"

"I'm going to take a plane, obviously."

"Am I coming with you?"

"No, you stay here. It'll cost less money without your plane tickets involved."

"Tickets plural?"

"There and back? Dur."

"Oh, shut up. You know I can pay for everything."

"You don't have to. Plus, someone has to stay home and take care of Poppy."

"True." He looks down at his feet and smiles. "Speak of the devil."

He reaches down and picks Poppy up off the floor.

I smile as he places her at the foot of my bed. Poppy bounds over to me and climbs up my chest, licking my face. I grab her under her armpits and pick her up. She sticks her togue out at me in an attempt to lick me again.

"Poppy, I love your kisses, but you have smelly puppy breath." I laugh. "I don't want it all over my face."

Nick smiles and says, "Well, I'm going to go sit on the couch. Come get me if you need anything."

I put Poppy down on the bed, nod, and blow him a kiss. He pretends to catch it and holds his closed fist to his heart. He blows one back and I catch it, squeezing my fist tightly. He blushes, smiles, and closes the door.

I tuck myself into bed, blushing and smiling, still holding my fist closed against the invisible kiss. Poppy shoves her way under my blankets and cuddles up against my curled-up legs.

I held my fist against my face and eventually fell asleep.

...

I wake up to a knock on my bedroom door. I peek up at the door as Nick slowly opens it and peers inside.

He smiles when he sees my brown eyes looking up at him. "So, um. I have news, but I don't know if we would consider this good or bad news."

I just raise my eyebrows at him. "What do you mean?"

He laughs and says, "So I've been throwing up a lot. I think I got the flu as well."

I laugh. "Oh, sorry." I gasp. "Wait!"

Nick raises an eyebrow at me.

I smile widely and sit up quickly. The motion makes me a little lightheaded and nauseous, but I don't care. I hold my arms out to him like I was asking for a hug, and say, "That means we can cuddle and kiss again!"

The realization slowly creeps onto Nick's face, and his smile grows wider and wider. "Yeah... yeah! I'm going to get something more comfortable on; you wait right here!"

I laugh as he practically runs out of the room. Poppy emerges from under the blankets and stretches out. She yawns, and she makes a noise that sounds like Snoopy. I giggle.

I hear Nick running back down the hallway. He pushes the door open, and rushes over to the other side of my bed. He jumps in and tucks himself in.

I lay back down and turn to the side to face him. He scootches closer to me and wraps me up in his arm. I tuck my head into the spot between his neck and shoulder as I wrap my arms around his stomach.

He smells faintly of cinnamon. God, how I've missed feeling his touch.

He pulls away from me and takes my chin in his hand. He slowly pushes his lips against mine, and I waste no time kissing him back. I place my hands against his chest as we kiss, the fingers of his other hand tangling through my hair.

He lets go of the kiss and places his forehead against mine, smiling and closing his eyes. "I love you so much, Alec."

I blush and close my eyes as well, smiling. "I love you too, Nicky. God, I missed you so much."

"So did I. I missed kissing you."

"I just missed being near you."

"Oh, stop it." He hugs me tighter to him.

I put my head back in its original position in between his neck and shoulder. "It's true though."

He doesn't say anything, but I can feel his cheeks move up in a smile. Poppy shimmies her way in between our legs and curls up into a croissant shape.

Eventually, we all fell asleep.

THEM THEM THEM OMGGGGGG

sorry if this one was a little short or boring I didn’t really have much to work with on this one; I just thought it was a sweet concept

Anyways I really hoped you enjoyed this fic and more fanfics will be coming soon !!!

Ily all, have a good night ! CYA SILLIES !!! <3333

[feyre-darling92]

A run from the past

A/N: Soo, first fic for Ghost and probably a series. Also I deleted it by accident so there might be some errors. Anyways, enjoy!

T/W: Um, typical cod stuff, Ghost being a dick, maybe bad language and definitely bad writing.

Word Count: 1,067

“Everyone, welcome the team’s latest addition to this mission, Crow. She just came so unless you want anything more, introduce yourselves and wait for my word.” You stood next to Kate as she introduced you to the team.

The orders had arrived too late, forcing you to grab the first plane from your city to come to the base which meant that you didn’t even have time to unpack your things before meeting the team.

“So, you’ll be helping us?” The man who seemed to be the captain said and you just nodded. “ I’m captain John Price. Nice having you around” His warm smile welcomed you more than his words.

“I am soap.” One of the tall men introduced himself, the one with the mohawk. He seemed alright.

“And I’m Gaz” The other man added. Just like his teammate he seemed nice, they both gave off good vibes.

“This one” Soap gestured to the man with the ghost mask and the intimidating posture, “This is Ghost”

He didn’t need to introduce him to you. Ghost was something like a legend. You’d heard many stories and many sayings but  you had decided you wouldn’t believe them until you had met this man yourself.

He just nodded, acknowledging your presence. Nice

“And you are?”Gaz asked.

“I‘m Lieutenant  Y/N L/N, specialist to undercover missions” you tried to smile.

“Wait” Soap cut you off “you’re the Crow? Wow”

You sighed. “Yes, I am” you looked at your feet, afraid of what they might have heard. Let’s just say that the rumors about you were- well, they were plenty.

“If we’re done with the introduction” Kate who noticed your discomfort changed the subject, “Expect files with everything we know so far and a call to come by. Until then, stay safe”

She looked at everyone and then at you, “If you would follow me” she gestured to the door and after you had exchanged goodbyes you left.

“Who do you think might be?” Laswell asked after a few minutes on the way to your apartment.

“Well, judging by what you told me we are probably facing a professional terrorist. Their moves are planned too carefully and with unique ways”

“They?”

“I don’t exclude the possibility of the perpetrator being a woman. But until we find out who exactly they are, everyone can be them”

“I agree with you” You stopped at the front door, “Try to make yourself home. I have a feeling that you’re gonna need to stay for long” she handed you the keys to the apartment you were given in the base.

“Goodnight” you unlocked the door.

“Take care please”

And with that you were left alone standing in the dark, in the living room of your new home. If you would ever call this a home.

You just did what you do every time, placed the suitcase on the floor not bothering to unpack and after your night routine lay in bed.

However while you were setting the alarm for tomorrow morning a notification popped up. A message.

‘You think moving to a military base would be enough to keep me away? Think again’

You just stared at the screen unsure of what to do. Then another message appeared:

‘You can try and catch me but it will end like your previous mission’

Shit.

“Y/N, what happened?” Kate immediately answered your call, her worry clear.

“I think we might have our first clue. I got two messages”

“Come and meet me at my office. Now”  She hung on and you got ready to leave the house. This was gonna be a long night.

--------------------------------------------------

You pushed the door open and were greeted with the sight of the entire team waiting for you.

“Are you okay?” Price asked worried.

You just opened your phone and showed them the messages, handing the phone so everyone could read them.

“What’s the phone number?”

“It’s unknown. Think you can track it down?”

“We’ll try but we can’t guarantee anything-”

“Why did he communicate with you?” Ghost stepped in.

“I know as much as you know, Lieutenant” You replied rather annoyed by his assumption.

“What happened on your last mission?” Soap asked. You wish he hadn’t.

“Nothing that should concern you, Mctavish” your answer came out angrier than you’d liked.

“If anything, we should know” Ghost insisted on learning, which didn’t help the whole situation.

“The people who need to know, already know” you shot him a death glare and hoped it would stop him from saying anything more.

“We’ll look through this but until then you’re not allowed to leave the base” Kate said and took your phone.

“You’re dismissed until further notice. Until then, be careful” Price dismissed you and everyone started leaving. “Ghost, please accompany her to her apartment” Captain’s last orders had found you unprepared.

“I appreciate that but I will manage perfectly well on my own” You tried to politely change his mind but it was pointless.

“I know, Y/N. But until we find out who are they and why they contacted you this is how it’ll go”

“Yes sir” you sighed and exited the office with the ‘brooding ghost’ on your side.

“I don’t trust you” he stated a few minutes later.

“I thought so. Why?”

“I just don’t” he side-eyed you. ���Why should I?” he questioned and you thought about it for a second.

“Because if we are going to do this and do it right we’ll need some trust” you said after a few seconds without looking at him.

“Look. You have a past, and I respect that, but I understood that you have secrets. If these are going to affect our mission then we should know”

“The people who need to know already know” you repeated your previous words. “And why should I trust you?”

“For the favor of the mission” he replied plainly.

“Uh huh. How about this. You don’t have to trust me and I don’t have to either. However if you stick your nose in my business I swear that there will be no good ending”

“You’ve got yourself a deal, Lieutenant” he replied coldly.

“Good” you stopped in front of your door for the second time this evening, “Night”

He just nodded and left, your eyes following him until he got out of your sight. This was going to be an interesting mission, you thought to yourself.

A very interesting mission.

[reigningqueenofwords]

Adorable

Pairing: past Steve x Tony, Clint x Nat, Bucky x Steve Warnings: Dry humping

Part 8 of Housemates

The next day, Bucky was there as soon as visiting hours started, a little gift in hand. He was happy to see Steve sitting up and looking a lot better. “Hey, handsome.” He said brightly. “You’re looking better.” 

Steve blushed at that. “Feeling a lot better. Especially now that you’re here.” 

“I brought you something.” Bucky sat on the side of the bed. “I went to the actual store because the gift shop always has lame stuff.” 

Steve chuckled. “You didn’t have to. I’m almost back to normal.” He smiled. “But thank you.” He added as he took the small bag. He pulled out a little sketch pad and some drawing pencils. “Wow, this is nice. I always need these.” He beamed. “Thank you.”

“Figured you may wanna sketch until I can bring you home.” 

“Can’t wait to go home.” He nodded. “Will you play with my hair again?”l He asked shyly.  “It feels nice and makes me sleepy.” He admitted. 

Bucky smiled. “Sure.” He thought he meant right now and moved up to the top of the bed. He got comfortable and started to play with Steve’s hair. 

Steve blushed brightly. “Oh, this works.” He leaned into him. 

“Glad you’re a normal temp today.” Bucky chuckled. “You we’re burning up yesterday.” 

“You could just say I was hot.” He teased. 

Bucky grinned. “Missed opportunity.” He liked this flirty side of Steve. “Your room is all ready for you to come home. Fresh bedding and the bathroom closest to you is clean.” He told him. 

“Thank you.” He said softly. “I’ve never had someone do all this for me.” He said honestly. 

“Nat said you get the stomach flu once a year. Stark never helped?” Bucky didn’t like that. 

“He cared but he wasn’t hands on.” Steve admitted. “He’d text me every few minutes from work and would send food.” He shrugged. “I would just sleep in a spare room because I didn’t wanna get him sick.” 

Bucky frowned. “Do you prefer that? I know I can be too much.” 

“I don’t think I prefer it, but after three years, that’s what I’m used to.” He shrugged. 

Bucky shook his head and continued playing with his hair. He’d take care of Steve as long as he’d let him. “Movie when we get home?” He suggested. 

“Buck, you need rest too.” Steve sighed, even though a movie just like this would be so nice. He enjoyed being close to him. 

“I got some sleep last night.” He promised him. “And how straining can relaxing while watching a movie with you be?” He teased. 

“I dunno.” Steve hummed. “I’m still all gross.” He moved away a little. 

Bucky rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “You’re not gross.” He pulled him back gently. “I can run you a bath when we get home.” He offered. “That might help you, too.” 

The blonde huffed and allowed himself to lean against him. 

That weekend, Steve was back to himself, but couldn’t bring himself to stop leaning into Bucky. “Still tired, Stevie?” Bucky rubbed the back of his neck gently as they sat on the couch. “What would you like for lunch?” 

He blushed. “No, just comfortable.” He sat up with a chuckle. “But how about I make us some BLT’s?” 

“Okay.” Bucky smiled. “We can relax outside after?” He offered. “And Nat and Clint will be here tomorrow, so I’ll probably run to the store later if there’s anything you want to add to the shopping list.” 

“Right.” It had slipped his mind. He wasn’t really sure where him and Bucky stood and hoped Nat wouldn’t ask. Or that Clint wouldn’t be...Clint. “I can go with you? See if anything catches my eye? I’ve been in the house since I got out of the hospital.” 

“Sure.” Bucky nodded. “Get you some fresh air.” He smiled. “Sounds like a plan.”

Steve nodded and went to make lunch for them, thinking of what to make for tomorrow. He knew that Bucky liked plums, so maybe he’d find some kind of plum dessert. 

“If they want to sleep over, the couch pulls out.” Bucky informed him. “So if we drink they don’t have to worry about getting home.”  

“Okay.” He smiled at him. “Perfect. We’re probably grilling right?” 

Bucky nodded. He liked when Steve grilled. “Burgers, hot dogs, all that.” 

“Can’t wait.” Steve nodded. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen them. And now we can all hang out.” He said brightly. The last time they planned to hang out Clint got called into work. “I’m gonna look up a dessert recipe to try before we head to the store.” He told Bucky as he handed him his plate. 

“Thanks.” He beamed. “I’ll look up grilling stuff and dip ideas.” 

They worked well as a team and by the time Nat and Clint showed up the next day, they had an entire spread going. Nat came in, bags in hand. “I brought stuff for some mixed drinks.” She smirked.  

“Oh, I’ll help.” Bucky grinned, going to pull out their glasses. 

Clint grinned at Steve, wiggling his eyebrows. “So, enjoying life here?” He teased.

“I am, yeah. Bucky’s a great housemate.” Steve said casually. “Neighborhood is nice, I’m close to work…” He shrugged, starting to prep some burgers to grill. 

“Mhm.” Clint chuckled. “I’m sure he’s great.” He patted his back as Bucky came out and set the glasses down.

“Nat said this one is sweeter for you.” Bucky handed one to Steve. “She knows how you like your drinks.”

Steve took a sip and knew it meant she just poured it heavy. “Thanks, Buck.” He smiled. “Thanks, Nat.” He looked over to her, earning a wink from her. He blushed and focused on cooking. 

Clint put some music on. “This is nice!” He grinned. He got comfortable in a chair. “We should visit more often.”

“Won’t argue there.” Bucky chuckled. He refilled the drinks once it was time to eat. It was a nice day out, so he figured they’d spend most of the time out there. Nat connected the sprinklers after the meal and everyone changed down to bathing suits. Not that anyone complained about seeing the others like that. 

They were on their fourth drinks when Steve made it more obvious he was watching Bucky. “Buck, want me to get you more dessert?” He gently tugged at his arm. “It’s plum.” He reminded him. “I know you like plums, so I made sure to make it.” 

Bucky grinned at him. “Before bed? I love your desserts.” 

Steve beamed, looking like a happy puppy. “Works for me.” He agreed, finishing off his glass. Nat came over to talk with Bucky and sat half on his lap to whisper into his ear. The brunette laughed and Steve pouted. Looking away, he got up to make another drink. He wanted to sit on Bucky’s lap or the other way around. He felt Nat should be on Clint’s lap. 

“Refill?” Clint came up behind him. “This stuff she gets is good.” 

“Yeah, that’s what I came over for.” He chuckled lightly. 

“Sweet.” Clint refilled them both. “Might as well take some to them.” 

“That doesn’t bug you?” Steve asked, motioning to them. “Her being on him?” 

Clint blinked. “No.” He shrugged. “They’re close friends.” He grinned suddenly. “Oh, you’re jealous.” He nudged him. “I’m sure you could sit on him and he’d really like that.” He encouraged. “Or pull him on yours.” He suggested. “I think he’d like either.” 

Steve’s cheeks were a dark pink between the alcohol and the images in his head. “Maybe.” He cleared his throat and they went back over to them. 

“Thank you!” Nat smiled and stood. She kissed Steve’s cheek. “You’re adorable when you get all rosy.” She told him. “Isn’t he, Bucky?” She looked over at him.

Bucky was already looking at Steve and nodded. “Very adorable.” He winked at him.  

He ran a hand through his hair, his eyes going from Bucky’s face to his lap. The brunette sat back as if inviting. He fixed his shorts slightly, hoping Steve would take the hint. Steve glanced at Clint who nodded. Swallowing, he tried to seem casual as he carefully went over and sat. He was used to being close to Bucky, but this was the closest they’d been. 

Bucky grinned and rested his hand on Steve’s thigh as Clint started telling one of his stories. He was really enjoying Steve sitting on his lap, and hoped that it happened more often. Neither him or Steve paid much attention to what Clint was saying. 

Steve leaned back and rested his head against Bucky’s shoulder, hand sliding to Bucky’s and intertwining their fingers. He smiled as Bucky gave his hand a small squeeze. They stayed like that until Nat pulled them up to dance. Anyone who would glance to their yard probably would have a laugh as no one was coordinated at this point. Steve did his best to keep Bucky close, making even less coordinated. 

Bucky laughed, shaking his head. He pulled Steve’s hips close to his. “Better?” He asked, his voice low. 

“Much.” He grinned. 

Bucky saw their friends kissing out of the corner of his eye and grew brave enough to try and kiss Steve. It took a moment before the shock wore off and Steve kissed back. The kiss was instantly heated and they stumbled onto the grass. Luckily it was dark enough at this point. Bucky rested himself against Steve, smiling into it.

Steve ran a hand through his hair and whined. “Grow it out again?” He asked, licking his lips. “Bet it was great to tug, and it was so hot.” 

Bucky nodded quickly. “I’ll do anything you want.” He kissed his jaw. 

“We’re taking your bed!” Nat told Bucky as Clint was carrying her inside. 

“Which one?” Steve asked, laughing. 

“Yours!” She said before they were completely inside. 

“So, head inside to my room since yours is occupied?” Bucky asked. 

“Want me to carry you, too?” Steve ran his hand down his back. “I like holding you.” He pecked his lips. 

Bucky chuckled. “I think we’ll barely make it up as it is.” He stood and tugged his hand to stand. “You can hold me once we’re in bed.” He promised. “And even when we’re not. Hold me whenever you want, Stevie.”

Steve groaned and gave him a deep kiss. “Can’t get enough of you, Buck.” He rested his forehead against his. 

Bucky beamed at him. “That’s okay. I’m offering everything I have.” He kissed him. “Can we go make out?” He asked, really wanting to get back to kissing him. “We can talk more tomorrow when we’re sober.” He chuckled. 

Steve nodded quickly. His mind was clouded with Bucky and Bucky only. He wasn’t thinking about the aftermath. As soon as they were in Bucky’s room, he kicked the door shut and let Bucky pull him to bed. Steve straddled him as they kissed, grinding against him. He was way more brave when he had drinks in him. Bucky groaned, his hands on Steve’s hips. 

Steve kissed down his neck, sucking a dark mark. “Shit, Stevie.” Bucky gasped. “More.” He scratched down his back. 

“You like being marked up, Buck?” He asked, kissing over his jaw. 

“So much. Everywhere.” He bucked his hips. “Mark me as yours.” He breathed. 

Steve groaned and did as he asked. He loved having his mouth on him. He loved the reactions and sounds it pulled from Bucky. Grinding his hips down, he shuddered slightly. “I could finish like this.” He mumbled. 

“Me, too.” Bucky helped Steve move his hips. “Lemme hear you.” He felt Steve had the prettiest noises. “Come undone for me.” He urged him, close himself as Steve moved his focus to his collar bone. 

Steve gasped and nuzzled in his neck as he got close. “Bucky.” He groaned as he finished. 

Hearing Steve groan his name had him finishing moments later. The two of them panted against each other before lazily kissing. Bucky rubbed Steve’s back gently, feeling closer to him. 

[tunemyart]

a/o folks, please enjoy another addition to my continuing vaguely-crackish 10-year follow up to The Wide Orbit, working title "three seasons* of elliot wondering where olivia's terrible husband is"

*it's actually going to be like a season and a half but it's a bit now

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When the door opens, he almost does a double take. “Alex Cabot,” he says, dumbly. Because it is Alex Cabot, older like the rest of them and looking completely unsurprised to see him.

“Elliot Stabler,” she returns, every bit as cocky as she’d been twenty years ago.

He bumbles his way through an I wasn’t expecting to see you, because what’s it been, Jesus, thirteen years? He can’t even remember the last time he thought about her. He assumed he’d never see her again. All the times he’d thought about Liv back in the States, it had somehow never even crossed his mind that she was back in touch with Alex Cabot, who he’d figured was still in Africa, or some even more remote place, trying to scratch whatever itch under her skin she never could seem to get to. But here she is, waiting a little less patiently for him to get his shit together.

“Sorry, that came out wrong,” he says. “How the hell have you been?”

She ducks her head and smiles, crossing her arms and leaning her hip against the doorjamb as she lets the door close most of the way behind her – that’s right, Liv’s kid is probably sleeping somewhere behind it. It’s an oddly familiar move, and when he places it he knows why – it’s Olivia he’s seen do it a million times.

“I’ve been good,” Alex says softly. “I came home from the DRC a while ago, quit prosecution. I’m doing pro bono work now in private practice.”

It’s great, it is, but all Elliot can think about is this jerkwad husband of Liv’s who apparently can’t even be bothered to be at home at 11pm with his kid while Liv’s on duty somewhere and has stuck Alex Cabot of all people on babysitting duty.

“Wow. That’s a change,” he says. “Congratulations.”

“Thank you. Liv’s stuck on a case,” Alex fills in for him when she starts to read his impatience in his body language. Her eyes on him are steady and unoffended. “She’ll probably be at the precinct until late if you need to see her tonight.”

And Alex knows this because... she doesn’t expect that Olivia’s husband will be home before Olivia? Elliot tries to give the guy the benefit of the doubt. Maybe he’s travelling. Maybe he’s got work, too. Maybe he’s in the hospital. Maybe it’s just bad timing. God knows he’d stuck Kathy with the assumption that she’d have to be the on-call parent often enough.

“You know, I think I’ll just try to catch her tomorrow,” he says with a smile to mask anything else she might get off him; and then, because it’s true, he hesitates for a minute and says, “Hey, it was really great seeing you. If you’re free, do you want to catch up sometime?”

“I’d like that,” Alex says, but her voice is guarding something. Probably her loyalty to Olivia, if they’re really close enough again these days that she’s somebody Liv calls at night to watch her kid.

“No pressure,” Elliot says in case it’s needed. “I bet we’ll be seeing each other around, anyway.”

Alex laughs at that. “Yeah,” she agrees in a tone he can’t completely read. “I’m sure we will.”

“Okay. Take care.” Elliot hesitates, but is completely honest in saying, “I’m glad you and Olivia are back in touch.”

It’s because he’s known her for so long that he’s able to spot the pause before she says smoothly, “Me, too.” Her face is completely impassive when Elliot searches it curiously. She uncrosses her arms to reach behind her and push the door open again, and there they are – double rings on her left hand, too.

Has everybody gotten married while he was gone? Ten years, he guesses; why not? But the gap between him and his past – and more to the point, between him and Olivia – feels wider and more uncrossable than ever with Alex Cabot the sudden, strange face of it here guarding her doorway.

He can’t tell if Alex has noticed him noticing when he looks back up at her. “Good night, Elliot,” is all she says.

And Elliot, who can sometimes take a hint, says, “Good night,” and leaves.

[notsocheezy]

Brain Curd #99

Brain Curds are lightly edited flash fiction - practically first drafts - posted daily and sometimes written with the express intention of being terrible… but, you know, in an endearing way. Please enjoy.

I fell backwards onto the stiff, dry grass, and all I could see were gray skies covered with rain clouds. The air had been knocked out of my chest and it struggled to get back in as I flopped on the dirt like a tuna with a hook through its cheek.

Suddenly something else entered my vision. The perpetrator of my assault: the wendigo. It looked at me as I labored to breathe, and seemed neither concerned nor proud of taking me down. It leaned in close and whispered in my ear.

“You cannot kill what cannot be killed.”

It licked my neck slowly with the tip of its tongue, nearly reaching my hair, and ran off faster than the wind. I felt a drop of rain on my forehead.

Somehow, and I couldn’t tell you how, I made it back to my bungalow on the outskirts of town. I opened the door and collapsed onto the cot in the corner of the room as my father lounged on the bed and watched TV.

“Hey, what’s up?” He asked, not really paying attention.

I coughed and rolled over. “I was assaulted by the wendigo. Now I intend to kill it.”

“Is this how you want to spend your time here? Really?”

I groaned as I tried in vain to find a comfortable position. “I have no choice. It has tasted my flesh and will have developed a craving for it by tomorrow.”

“Then we should wait until then. It will come to us.”

“No. We must kill it today. It will be too late. Give me just a few minutes to recover… please.”

He scoffed. “Fine.” He grabbed the remote and changed the channel.

An hour later I awoke. Rain pitter-pattered on the sheet metal roof. I got up from the cot, sore in my back and ribs, and bandaged my scrapes. I couldn’t seem to remember where I’d parked, or indeed, what I was driving, so I pulled my keys from my pocket and clicked the rental fob. It was a Hyundai truck, parked across the street.

I went to the kitchenette and rummaged through the drawers for the largest knife I could find. It was nothing to write home about, and barely sharp, but it would do. I wrapped the blade in plastic and shoved it in my pocket.

My father growled when I kicked the bedframe to wake him from his nap. I tossed the shotgun at him and he caught it.

“You’re on shotgun duty,” I said. “And you’re driving, too. In both cases, don’t hit me.”

“Aren’t you going to be in the car?”

“Not after we take him down.” I pulled the knife out of my pocket just enough for him to see it. “I’m not letting that thing keep any of its blood.”

The truck bounced up and down on the uneven surface of the dry plains. It was endless dead grass and sky as far as I could see, broken up only by clouds and mud. There was no sign of the wendigo.

“Are you sure this is where it attacked you?” He asked.

“I’m certain this is where I was assaulted.” I said, looking every which way for the beast. “There’s nowhere for it to hide.”

I saw something move in the distance and motioned for him to hand me the gun. He began driving in its direction and it ran, just as fast as the car could chase it.

“Floor it.” I said.

“We can’t go any faster without losing traction.”

“I don’t care. Floor it.”

“Fine.”

He pressed the gas pedal to the floor and for a moment we sped up, but quickly we became stuck in a deep hole, moving mud more than we could move the truck. I jumped out and started running after the wendigo. I knew I would never catch it unless it wanted to be caught, but I held the shotgun up and fired it. The wendigo slowed, stumbled. I ran faster now, reassured that I had a chance. The truck raced past me.

“I got it out of the mud!” My father yelled out as he barrelled toward the monster.

This was no good. I wanted that beast to die at my own hands, not the grill of a rented truck. I ran faster, nearly keeping up, and got lucky. The truck got stuck in the mud again. I overtook it. I threw the gun to the side and pulled out the knife. I pounced at the wendigo, met its gaze, and it disappeared. I fell face-first into the muck.

“Ugh…” I lifted myself up and looked around. Nothing. My father walked up, his boots squeaking with each step.

“There’s always tomorrow.”

“No there isn’t!” I slammed my fist in the mud. “I’m leaving town tomorrow! I only got the room for two nights!”

He got quiet. The way he always did when he was ‘disappointed’ with me. The quiet only served to delay the loud.

[mazegays]

could've followed my fears all the way down

Chapter 16

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 17

Minho keeps an eye on both Gally and Thomas. Gally’s having a good time— Anya won't let him drink (she frowns on any of them drinking, but especially when they've been injured recently), but just talking to other people has relaxed him. Thomas is sitting next to Minho, quiet. Normally he's talking, telling stories and seeing who can make up the craziest one. Other nights, he'll lean into him a little, even when it's not that cold. "Something wrong, Thomas?" He nudges him lightly, trying to get him to respond at all. "Nothing you can fix, it's fine, Minho. A tomorrow problem." Thomas doesn't even try to sound like he's not upset. "Thomas, when you said you'd be here, I thought you'd at least be having fun!" Frypan hands Minho a plate, not really giving him a choice in taking it. "I'm enjoying sitting next to Minho." He goes easily when Frypan tugs him up, joining the wider circle of their friends with ease. Minho keeps watching. Something’s up with Thomas, again. It’s unusual for him not to be able to tell what's wrong. Thomas hasn't said anything is wrong, or anything related to anything that might be wrong. He saves some of the food for Thomas and Gally— he knows they'll be going in earlier than everyone else. Gally’s good at hiding it, but moving still causes him a lot of pain. Thomas is watching Gally, too. Every few minutes, his eyes linger, and then refocus on the storyteller of the moment. After another few stories, Thomas comes back to sit next to Minho. "You know you're not exactly subtle, right?" "I don't know what you're talking about." "You've been watching us all night." "You've been watching Gally, too." "Yeah, but I haven't gotten caught. I think he’s reaching his limit for the night." Minho takes the chance to really study Thomas’s face in the light of the fire. He’s got dark circles under his eyes; how many nightmares has he been having? Maybe that’s what's wrong, and Thomas doesn’t want them to be worried when there's not much they can do about it. (It’s never that easy.) Thomas doesn’t linger like he has other nights, leaving as soon as they’re settled. Gally’s already asleep. It’ll have to wait until tomorrow.

Except Thomas is avoiding them, now, apparently. Their run went fine— neither of them fell, which might actually be their record— and Thomas ate breakfast with them as normal. After breakfast, though? He disappeared. Normally he’ll tell them what he’s doing for the day and promise to come back with lunch. “He probably just had a busy day, Minho. You know how cleanup goes after those fires.” Gally doesn’t seem worried at all. Yeah. They’re fun, but a lot of work the morning after. Minho might be overthinking this. Just a little bit.

He’s proved wrong when Thomas joins them for dinner. “Sorry about lunch, Jorge wanted me to work out an issue with the storage grid. If we can get it hooked to the generator properly it’ll really help.” “Don’t worry about it. There’s a lot to do around here.” Gally says, and Thomas immediately relaxes. He’d really thought they’d be mad at him. “What’s the plan for tomorrow, then?” Minho asks, hoping to distract him. “Probably more of that, honestly. It didn’t go so well today.” “You’ll figure it out, shank.” “Maybe.” Thomas won’t say anything else about it, and he leaves earlier than usual. “He must be really upset about not fixing that grid.” Gally at least looks worried now. Minho doesn’t think that’s it. Sure, the grid is important, but they have the limited power they need. It’s not something that needs to be done immediately. “Do you think he’s going out again? Taking the Flat-Trans?” “No. I don’t think he wants to, and it’d just be stupid of him not to tell us.” finish on ao3 or continue reading

He wants to feel guilty about pushing them away, but he can’t. It’s for their sake. They’ll be better off without him around. It will only take a few days for them to realize that, and then when he gets back, they’ll have figured out a way to tell him nicely. He almost wants to ask for something that will take him back to the ruins, but Anya isn’t letting him go there any time soon, and she’ll probably tell Minho and Gally, who really don’t need to know about it. “Hey, Jorge. How would you feel about me scouting out the forest more? We’ve got everything nearby handled, but even on my runs I’ve noticed things we’ve missed. I could take a week or so, head deeper in, and see what we’re missing.” “This is why we listen to you kids. You think of everything.” Only when he’s trying to. “Minho, I won’t be able to run tomorrow. I’m leaving with a scouting group before sunrise.” “You’re going back again?” Minho looks ready to physically keep him here. “No, just in the woods.” “Who’s going with you?” “Sonya and Aris.” For the first half of the trip, anyway. He knows going alone is stupid, but as much as he likes Sonya, she knows something’s up with him, Gally, and Minho. She’ll ask, and he’ll tell her everything. Thomas doesn’t want to do that. He doesn’t want her to try and advise him, and he definitely doesn’t want her telling Minho and Gally anything. So he’s just going to think about it, and with Aris there, Sonya will probably leave it alone. <;- 15 17 ->

[gladoswantscake]

Bearer of Bad News || David Mason

Warnings: Spoilers after the mission Suffer With Me

A/N: Holy heck it’s been a year since I properly wrote a oneshot or wrote anything (besides the very short bo2 headcanons). No joke, but I believe I’ve had this oneshot in my drafts for over a year 💀 but it’s about time that I finish it up and post it. My mental health hasn’t been well for the past several months. I’ve been dealing with some serious stuff from my last relationship, but I’m getting the help that I need. I hope things will get much better from here on out. Anyways, enjoy.

Available on Wattpad // AO3

Another night all by yourself. It’s been a while since you and David spent the night together. The two of you kept tabs on each other every evening. The phone calls would last longer than twenty minutes. There was always something new to talk about from David while your life was the same since he left. David encouraged you to go out more often rather keeping the same work and then home routine everyday.

“I worry about you, David.” You sit on your bed with your phone to your ear. “I worry that one day you won’t return home.”

“There’s no need to worry about that ever happening.” He pauses. “There’s been one thing that’s been on my mind for a while... Do you remember how you always talked about wanting to start a family?” David’s voice grows with excitement.

With David being away from home most of the time, the two of you agreed to wait awhile until the time was right. A large grin appears on your face as you nod in response to his question. “I remember.” 

"Well after this mission, I plan to settle down with you.”

“That’s great. I’m happy to hear that and happy to know that I’ll be seeing you more often.”

“And I can’t wait to run my hands all over that lavish body of yours.” He chuckles lightly. “Anyways, I got some good news. I’ll be able to come home tomorrow for a few days.”

“Tomorrow? I haven’t cleaned or done anything yet! I mean I’m really happy, but the house is a mess.”

“I understand that, but it can’t be too bad, right?”

You glance around messy bedroom. It was messier on your side than David’s. “All that I’ve been doing is working and going straight home. I haven’t really had the time to do much since I have hardly any energy at the end of the day.”

“No need to worry about it. Besides I was planning on taking you out once I get back in town. You decide which ever nice restaurant you want to go to. Or if you don’t want to go anywhere, we can stay home. Tomorrow night will be all about you.”

The thought of you dressing up and going out into town made you feel like life was worth something to look forward to once again. “I’ll decide on something once when you get back.”

“Sounds good. Go get some rest now. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

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(The next day)

The dreadful heat wave finally died off in the late June summer evening. You just finished deep cleaning the whole house to prepare for David’s return home after being away for several months. 

Anytime he’ll be back. You killed some time by jumping into the shower and taking your time to clean yourself up and put some comfy clothes on and waited for his arrival.

Some time has passed now. Whatever was on TV made you grow bored and impatient. It must be the traffic. You checked the time on your phone: 9:57 p.m. You sent him a short text to check up on him. As much as you don’t like attempting to make phone calls or message him while he’s on the road, you worried. It’s been months since you’ve last saw each other, and he was only going to be in town for a few days.

The message you sent was read by him. A wave of relief. Then a message popped up.

“I won’t be home for another 20 minutes. I’m sorry it’s taking so long. I’ll get there as soon as I can. Love you.” The text read.

The amount of cleaning and rearranging the house all day made it impossible for you to stay awake any longer. You turned off the TV and made your way to the bedroom. Not long after you laid in bed, the sound of a car engine grew louder from outside. He was finally home.

Soft footsteps made its way towards the bedroom and a quiet creaking sound of the bedroom door opening. The bed sinks from the opposite side of you and a hand lays on your shoulder.

“Are you awake?” The quiet voice made you open your eyes. You slowly shifted your body over to see David leaning over you. His hand moves to your hair and his thumb strokes your forehead.

“I am now.” You respond with a tired smile. “I’d thought that you’d be here earlier.”

“I would have,” He leans in to give you a kiss. “But something got in the way.” He sighs, standing up to remove his jacket. “I went to go visit Woods today before I left.”

“Everything went well between the two of you?” You sat up to watch him put his handgun in his nightstand drawer.

David slowly closes the drawer. “For the most part.” He looks at you. You could make out that his mood changed by the look of his downhearted face in the dark bedroom. For as long as you’ve known David, he wasn’t the best at lying, but he was good at hiding his emotions from you. This time, he didn’t bother hiding them.

“Did something happen today, David? You seem upset.”

He shook his head. “I’m not upset. It’s just... been a long day is all.” He gives you a reassuring smile in attempt to mask his sadness.

You didn’t buy his excuse. “I know you’re not okay.” You get out of bed and walk over to him. Your hands reach his face, pulling his face to look at you. His eyes were glistening. He wanted to speak but it looked like he was going to break down any second. “What happened?” You ask.

He wipes his tears with the back of his hand. Every word that came out of his mouth as he tried to speak was choked sobs, but you managed to catch was Woods and killed him. You’ve never seen him like this ever.

As soon as you ushered him to the bed he broke down, digging his face into your stomach as he latched onto your waist. “There’s no need to say anything right now. Just let it all out and tell me later.” Your hands run across his clothed back and up to his head to let your fingers run through his hair.

It felt like so much time has passed after he broke down. “David?” His head perks up revealing his nose and eyes were sore from his weeping. You frown at his broken state. Hands cradle his face as your thumbs wipe away the remaining tears. “Go get cleaned up and then we’ll talk.” He nodded in reply.

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“So, your Uncle Frank killed your father?” Your arms were wrapped around David’s exhausted body as his head rested on your sternum. A hand runs through his short brown hair.

“It was an accident. He thought it was Menendez. He broke the news today.” He pauses. I’m sorry you waited for me to come back in a mess.”

Your finger hooks underneath his chin, forcing him to look up at you. “Don’t ever say that again, David. It’ll be a mess if you don’t come back home. So, promise me that you’ll come back in one piece?”

You earned a smile from your lover. “It’s a promise.”