#but as soon as it comes to smushing two faces together? I’m out

[dinitride-art]

So, either I’ve become a master at animating people kissing (can barely even draw it) or something sketchy’s going on here. Oh, I can see where I fucked some of this up- I can see where I fucked some of this up- Jesus fucking christ.

Help

[nohoney]

inspired by a text i sent

“we should call out of work together one day, just spend a day fucking.” you suggest to bakugou one day when he returns from work as you’re setting food down at his place on the table. “what do you say?”

bakugou grunts and points out that you and him have sex on the regular, that there’s no need to take time off just to fuck for a whole day. he doesn’t pay your suggestion much mind at first. he works, comes home, spends time with you, and then he rests.

however there comes a stressful period from his agency. things are slightly fucked with an underground villain organization that his team is trying to keep tabs on so his schedule gets rearranged as he helps lead the case on the activity. suddenly he’s not seeing you as often, coming in unreasonably late at night when you’re already asleep, or you’re coming home just as he’s leaving. you’re only able to have a few minutes with each other before he has to go. maybe even a quickie if the two of you are really lucky but even those leave the both of you slightly unsatisfied.

it’s just not enough time together.

it’s a whole month of this fucked up routine, and it’s when he sees your engagement ring sitting in your little jewelry tray in the bathroom when bakugou recalls your words and decides that he needs it.

he trudges into his home again at four in the morning, dropping his work bag by the couch and running his hands down his face that’s coupled with an exhausted sigh. his eyes are tired, his back aches a little, and he’s a little hungry but can’t be bothered with eating a meal at this time. all he wants to do is rest next to you.

bakugou wants his old schedule back.

after he’s showered, bakugou is careful to not jostle you too much as he joins you in bed. his heart clenches a little as he sees you curled up on his side of the bed, your face smushed into his pillow and even wearing one of his shirts are your pajamas. fuck—he misses you.

so he picks up his phone, using the last of his energy to send a text to kirishima and a sidekick in a small groupchat.

[04:47] calling out for two days. keep it together until i get back or else.

kirishima will be unquestioning to his request seeing as bakugou had done a similar favor for him when he was getting burnt out from the agency too.

his phone is put on do not disturb and is set with the screen facing down on the bedside table. bakugou is careful to move you back to your side of the bed, pressing a kiss to your temple to soothe you when you groan unpleasantly. he’s happy to sink into the warmth of the bed and he pulls you in close, falling asleep quicker than he could have anticipated.

you normally wake up at seven and you’re pretty good at hopping out of bed to start your day. this morning is not as easy, not when you wake up to bakugou having practically trapped you against him. it’s nice though, so so nice considering the schedule he’s had lately. he has to rest though from his late night and you have to be ready for work, so you try to peel his arms off you.

oh his arms… so fucking strong and built, they feel so good to be wrapped around your waist but you have to go.

when you attempt a second time to get out of his hold, you let out a small yelp when your fiancé tightens his hold and grunts, “stay.”

“katsuki, i can’t,” your voice rasps with sleepiness, trying to shake it off along with your hulking hero soon-to-be-husband off you, “gotta get ready for work.”

“stay.” bakugou repeats himself a little more firmly.

you sigh out loud and attempt a third time to get out of his hold. you’re surprised when he pushes you to lie back on the bed and he cages you with his body, looking down at you with dark bags under his eyes. almost fed up, you’re about to yell at him but he speaks first, “call out, i miss you and i’m gonna fuck you all day.”

his words are familiar but in the moment, you can’t recall from when you heard them. it has a reaction on you, has you aching and clenching your legs together as you look up at him. “you need rest, you got home late.”

“i’ll sleep when i feel like it. i just fucking miss you.” he croons, leaning down to nose at your cheek and then inhale the scent of your lotion that he can still smell faintly on your skin, “call out.”

oh god, you are tempted but you want him to sleep and you have a scheduled call with all the other managers for your work today. “katsuki, get some sleep baby. i can make dinner tonight when i get home and-“ you try to convince him to get rest but he speaks over you.

“c’mon, fuck on my cock and show me how much you miss me.”

you’re finally convinced.

it only takes thirty seconds to send a text with a reasonable excuse to your lead manager that you won’t be in for the next two days. you know that they’ll say no problem to you since you’ve hardly called out of work since you earned your promotion within the last year. and besides, there’s always other people calling out anyway so now it’s your fucking turn.

plus you know… you’re dynamight’s fiancée so you should get to flex that occasionally.

everything is frenzied now that the two of you know you have the next 48 hours with one another. no work, no meetings, no emails—just the two of you finally together.

the kisses are desperate, clothes are flung off and thrown somewhere on the bedroom floor, and bakugou is lying on his back as he grabs your hips to have you sit on his face. to have him hold you like this again has you excited, moaning loudly in relief as your fiancé eagerly eats you out. your hips roll to glide his tongue along your pussy, his big hands sliding up from your hips and cupping just right underneath your tits, one of his thumbs leisurely petting just right underneath your breast.

“oh god, oh god! fuck, s’good!” your breath is low, speaking more to yourself and lewdly moaning when bakugou roughly grabs your tits.

“missed this pussy on my face,” bakugou groans from beneath in between licks, “missed my fucking girls right here.”

ugh it’s so corny how he refers to your breasts but in the moment you find it grossly endearing. sometimes when you were cooking, bakugou would come up behind you and put his hands under your shirt just to grope at you. sometimes you would get genuinely annoyed at him for intruding in your space but with him being so busy in the last month, you had missed it more than you thought you would have.

it’s almost embarrassing how easily you cum on his tongue but bakugou has no complaints, practically drinking it up as he continues to eat away at you. as much as you relieved to get eaten out again, you were aching even more for his cock in your mouth. hopping off his face, you feel your mouth drool upon seeing your fiancé’s hard cock flushed a rosy red at the tip as it twitches against his lower stomach.

“pumpkin, hold on i want to you to—fuck!” bakugou wanted your cunt right away but he throws his head back against the pillows when you immediately deepthroat his cock. just as he had eagerly eaten you out to show how much he missed you, you were enthusiastically taking him into your throat. bakugou almost feels like a virgin with the way he’s reacting, finding himself a little sensitive that he hadn’t gotten properly sucked off in a while thanks to those shitty villains that showed on the radar for some real serious shit.

bakugou swears he’s gonna rip them apart with his own hands once they’re located for keeping him and his fiancée apart this long.

his chest rises and falls quickly, one of his hands clenching a fist as we he wills himself to not cum. but god, your mouth feels so good on his cock and he hasn’t had a proper nut in a while. the quickies he had with you along with the secret hurried fisting on his dick while on the job just weren’t cutting it. finding some semblance of control, bakugou grabs you by the back of your head and pulls you off.

“katsukiiii!” you whine out his name in a small drawl, letting out a petulant little noise that makes him coo over you, “i want more!”

bakugou hushes you gently, guiding you back over to him until he’s got you hovering over his cock. “sit on it baby, give that fucking pussy to me.” he urges you with a tone of desperation in his voice, “c’mon, fuck!”

slowly you ease onto his cock, your eyes fluttering as the tip breaches you and the stretch of your fiancé has you excited. a month isn’t necessarily a long time but when neither of you hadn’t been able to not even spend at least fifteen minutes together in the entirety since his fucked up schedule, it ends up feeling like a lifetime has passed.

your hands rest on bakugou’s pecs, needing the leverage as you sit back fully onto his cock, gasping in surprise when you already cum on him.

“oh fuck, ya missed me that much sweetheart? you only put it in and you’re already cumming again?” bakugou breathlessly laughs, using his strong hands to lift you up slightly and slamming you down. he relishes in your gasp and how your cunt is already soaking wet—it’s dripping right where’s got you plugged and onto his balls. one would think that it’s a little cruel that he repeats the motion a few times, still getting the same result as you start to lose your mind from becoming sensitive already, but he’s been missing this and missing you.

you manage to get some semblance of your brain back, pushing off bakugou’s hands and put in the work of riding him yourself. there’s no work that you need to get to later on—nothing that’s going to get in the way between you and him!

“missed you, katsuki! missed you, missed you!” your words are desperate and your cunt is eager to milk your fiancé’s cock. you ride him hard, even as your legs start to tire and you can feel a thin sheen of sweat start to form on your body, you don’t want to stop. you take him in, watching bakugou become equally overwhelmed. his eyes shut and his mouth drops open to groan, but when he attempts to open his eyes it seems that he doesn’t know where to look.

he loves watching your cunt swallow his dick, he loves how your tits bounce in his face when you fuck him like this, and he loves looking at your face as you—

smack!

“ah shit, the fuck was that for babe?” bakugou curses but he was actually exhilarated from you slapping him. normally he’s the one slapping your cheeks, but it’s not unheard of for you to give him the same treatment occasionally.

“you-you missed tasting wedding cakes with me! it was scheduled this month and you couldn’t make it!” you huff out, sitting back again onto his dick and this time shaking your hips. the little motion makes his eyes roll back but he manages to hiss out ‘m sorry baby…

oh fuck, you’re right. he had it marked off in his calendar three months prior but this stupid schedule wrecked everything! and who knows if you’ve had to reschedule or postpone certain things that are needed for the wedding all because of him.

once bakugou is back to work, he is definitely going to kill those stupid villain fuckers.

he stutters apologies, canting his hips up to meet yours and fucking you from the bottom. “sorry, fucking sorry baby… tell me everything that i missed. everything.”

“r-right now?” you shudder and then yelp when bakugou seizes control, putting you on your back and leaning over you, “tell you now?”

“no stupid, tell me when we’re not fucking.” bakugou tuts, deciding that you’re way too coherent with his dick in you. so he rams himself into you, deep into cunt and hearing another wet squelch that drips onto his cock and is gonna make a wet spot on the bed. he’s got plans to make you cum more, to make you squirt, to make you lose your voice from screaming for him but only after he listens to all the updates he’s missed for the last month.

he is going to fuck you as much as he can for the next two days.

bakugou misses your tight walls clinging onto him, sometimes clenching so hard that he has to wait for you to relax a little so that he can keep on moving. soft and wet and warm, he’s been obsessed with your pussy since the first date he had with you. he’s been in love with you for the last three years and he’s going to keep on loving you forever.

right now though, he just really really wants to fuck you for himself.

the frenzied fucking is everything that he’s been missing, watching as your head digs into the pillow and your body starts to shake. you were babbling a little earlier but now you’re so fucked out that you can only make sounds, no discernible words can be formed in your head or out loud. he’s got you suspended in ecstasy, drowning in a sea of rapture, and just absolutely stupid from his cock.

“missed this sloppy lil, pussy. fucking love this pussy, all fucking mine.”

bakugou reaches in between your bodies, knowing that he’s about to make you undone. he rubs the pad of his thumb against your clit in tandem with his thrusts. it’s like you’re renewed, your eyes widening in a brief moment of clarity at the new stimulation, taking in the onslaught of pleasure that’s surging up and down your body.

you wail for him, your toes curling and your back arching high off the bed. your cunt spasms around his cock, hugging him tightly before your orgasm crashes hard onto you. one of your arms manages to clutch onto bakugou and pulls him in close, your nails dragging down hard against his back.

that makes him come undone, fucking hard into you still as thick ropes of cum fill you. even as he cums, his fingers still work on your clit but you can barely manage to take anymore before slapping his hand away instinctively to stop overstimulating you.

your fiancé’s body is a pleasant weight that drops on you, the both of you catching your breath after some mind blowing sex. bakugou feels your hands soothe over his back. your touch is relaxing and what he’s been needing this entire time. he decides to stay like this until his cock finally softens inside you.

bakugou pulls out and rolls over to his side of the bed, pulling up the blankets to help cover you up while you still try to get yourself in order. he basks in the glow that he’s sure is radiating off of him, like a knot that’s finally massaged out of his neck, like a joint that finally cracks and gives you some relief when you stretch.

yeah… he’s been needing this.

the two of you are up on your feet and hour later, barely clothed in your own home as you walk around in an oversized sweatshirt and he leaves the bedroom only wearing his favorite sweats. bakugou is at the stove as he cooks breakfast and you’re catching him up on some of the things he’s missed on your side while you make a dirty chai for him.

“i can order a wedding cake sampler and have it delivered here, how does that sound? seeing as you missed the actual tasting.” you offer to your fiancé, stirring up his chai for him before setting it to the side, “comes with twelve flavors for us to try.”

“yeah, why not? i don’t think we’ve ever sat around just eating cake before.” bakugou agrees as he plates the second omelette that’s meant for you.

“it’s not just cake we’re eating, katsuki! it’s for the wedding! we need to choose what we think everyone will enjoy.” you chide him playfully as you set up the table for the two you. bakugou likes the setup of the little breakfast nook, but he leaves for the bathroom to fetch one thing that will make everything complete.

he picks up your engagement ring from your jewelry tray.

although bakugou is the one who decided to call off work suddenly, he can’t help but glance at his phone anyway for any updates. and he gets a single text from kirishima-

[9:01] good news! we’re off the hook for now with the case—managed to get todoroki’s agency to help rotate the watch too. enjoy your days off bro!

bakugou is grateful but he only sends it in the form of a thumbs up reaction to the text. he knows that kirishima appreciates it anyway and is probably just as relieved.

so he walks back to have breakfast with you, deciding to withhold the news from you for now as he tells you to put your ring on. and it feels right again to sit down and eat with you, drink from his favorite mug, and to be actually relaxed for the first time in a month.

“mmkay, the cakes are gonna be delivered by one! and i know it’s us choosing together, but i really liked the strawberry mousse with white cake as an option.”

he’s still got the next 40-something hours with you to fuck you as much as he wants and to make up all the time he’s missed.

[mysteriesmuse]

You’re hiding in your Hiding Place — Bakugou Katsuki’s bicep 💪

In your later years at UA, Bakugou Katsuki ends up with an —unusual reputation within class A. He’s got a notoriously famous mean streak, but in 1-A he’s also got a reputation for having a strangely nutty tough-love aura about him — which makes him a decently good person to come run to when things go wrong. Naturally, not anyone’s top pick or anything, but a good one for when you need cry your heart out, or something. And, Bakugou usually knows, which is why he’s not all too surprised when you plow into his midsection in the middle of the hall. He’s headed upstairs from a later dinner because of his internship when he sees you. You’re coming straight from the dormitory showers, a chrous of familiar caterwauling floating out from the boys side. That’s why he took his showers in the morning, if he could help it, because at least Iida didn’t attempt to sing. You look soft and malleable stepping out from the bathroom. An old tye-dye shirt boasting participation of some kind of annual charity run and a pair of sweatpants on. The cuff at you ankles revealing your — now, slightly pink house slippers due to a washing mishap that happened last week in the dorms with a certain Shitty-Hair’ed guy and his red-themed hero costume. Your arms and face are dewy with what he presumes is that moisturizer that all you girls like to lather up in daily — and your hair is still on the verge of wet and stringy, but also frizzy and fuck, you look so very tired and soft right now. Katsuki pauses, red eyes squinting at your face; your nose is pink and your face is dewy, but those aren’t fingerprints left in the wake of moisturizer — it’s old tears that’s streaked over it. He huffs from his nose, nostrils flaring before he takes his hands out of his pockets and flexes his fingers at you where they hang by the side of his hips. And it’s then that he sees your shoulders slacken slightly before you’re suddenly pressed up against his front. All causal and warm — pressed as far into his abdomen as you can get, and he can feel your boobs smush against his chest because you’re very clearly not wearing a bra — and also because he’s earned a reputation for being a decent fucking human and for being nonchalant about that stuff. Bakugou is one of three guys in the dorm you guys deem trustworthy and reasonable enough to do that with. (The other two being Shouji and Todoroki.) And thus, he’s been grappled into many squishy-boob hugs by all you shitty girls. And your cheek is pressed against the hard plain of muscle that is his chest and your arms are wrapped around him — just under his shoulder blades in an action that lifts him and pulls Bakugou in towards you just a little bit. Your fingertips pressing into the muscle on his back and he hopes you don’t feel the way his heart is lub-dubbing inside his chest at the action. And suddenly Bakugou pulls you closer to him. A bicep circling protectively beside your chin, as a big palm comes to rest atop your damp hair. His other arm squeezing around your mid-section like a python and it’s a good thing too because as soon as he puts his arms around you Bakugou can feel that strength seeping from you and it feels like he’s holding you together. And that’s when the sniffles start.

“I’m so pathetic,” you whine. “As soon as you put your arms around me I felt my knees buckle.” And you’re pressed so close Bakugou can feel the way your lips move to form the words right against his chest. And instead of Bakugou saying anything mildly helpful in this situation his says, “I have that effect.” With a slight shrug that brings the top of your head pressing against his jaw, which might just be him engulfing and cradling you completely, but who knows? And Bakugou has no fucking idea why he said that. Or how he managed to say something so flirtatiously cringy with such calm, but all you do is attempt to shake your head against his hold and mumble, “yeah, that makes sense. I’ve seen the other girls around school.” Which you punctuate with a snort, an arm moving from his back to swipe at your face. Bakugou has no idea where this is going — except for you to start “hilariously deflecting” from whatever problem is at hand. “There’s this one girl,” you start with a breath, “she’s always hanging around the hallway between classes. She’s definitely trying to catch you at your locker, but she always just ends up next to mine and Momo’s — saying something random before running off. She’s definitely into you.” You look up at him, still completely weak in his hold and Bakugou scrunches his nose at you. An action that you find looks unnatural and awkward on the sharp features of his face. You frown, hoarsely laughing, “Stop that.” About his facial expression. Bakugou can’t imagine any girls wanting to be with him. Surely he’s a terrible catch at a boyfriend.

He face curls into a snarling scoff, “Nope. Can’t see it. You must be imaging things.” He declares forcefully pressing your head back into the cocoon of him. He settles his head back on top of yours and you’re now squirming like a damn worm. And you find some strength as you manage to peek your face out and blink at him with furrowed brows. And maybe it’s cause you’re in a vulnerable state with a good friend and maybe it’s because you’ve been harboring a little bit of a recent crush on the boy, but you blurt out, “You’re a catch. You know that, right?” And again his stupidly handsome face scrunches into that weird shape again before his red eyes are staring into yours. The hand on your back clutches at your shirt fabric before he says, “You really think that? You’re not just fucking with me?” You snort, wiping a few more stray tears from an entirely different problem than the internal one that the blonde is currently having. “Yeah I really think that, Bakugou.” And there’s a little quip on the side of his mouth that might count as a Bakugou smile, but it’s gone before you can tease him about it. The explosive murder god boy being unsure about his status as attractive is entirely too precious and far too laughable a situation — which is probably why your aggressively smooshed back into his chest and why he starts waddling side to side. For some damn reason the gently rocking from foot-to-foot placebo affects you into crying it all out. Some remnant of being a baby you suppose, but it’s still annoying how Bakugou’s managed to peg it on you so easily. And you’re damn right Bakugou’s doing it on purpose because you very clearly have a problem of your own or you wouldn’t be clutching onto him for dear life like you are right now. And despite this revelation that Kirishima may be right in the fact that’s he’s attractive he’s still whirling at the thought that you think he’s a catch. Because you’re the only girl he’d probably ever want thinking that — but Bakugou tucks that piece of knowledge into the back of his brain when Momo comes out of the showers next. A giant frilly nightgown on as she scampers over — talking and whispering to you gently from within your little hiddie-hole formed by his curled bicep and forearm. And he just huffs, and continues to cocoon you in his embrace rocking back and forth like a damn rocking-chair as you rattle off whatever’s been on your mind.

What’s on his mind is for another day . . .

[etherrreal]

“when they’re feeling insecure”

Pairing: atsumu x reader; kita x reader; suna x reader Genre: reverse comfort-fluff; drabbles & headcanons WC: 5.169 Warnings: N/A A/N: thanks for the request! this is actually the first piece we’ve worked on together so we’re excited for you all to see it! enjoy :) -Dawn & Luna

since you and Atsumu tended to be strapped on time to spend with each other—with you working full-time and him being a national volleyball player—you liked to meet up with him after practice sometimes so you can pick up some food and get some quality time together

he was always taking his sweet time to get showered and ready to go, so you got to bond with some of his teammates, his captain Meian especially

when you found out you both loved the same show, every week, the day after the show aired, you got to practice a bit earlier so you and him had time to talk about the newest episode

Atsumu watched every week as you barely gave him a wave when you entered the gym those days, bee-lining straight to Meian and launching into animated conversation about your show

he had tried many times to sit down to watch it with you, but each time, about 15 minutes into the show, he found himself disinterested and distracted by his phone

he knew that never bothered you—”we don’t have to have the same interests,” you would tell him—but, week by week, as he observed you light up those days you walked into the gym to talk with Meian, he began to feel like maybe he wasn’t trying hard enough to get into your interests like you do for him

and he’d be damned if big bicep Meian would make you laugh more than he did

It’s Friday, you’re absolutely exhausted from work, and you’re ready to wash the grime of the day away in the hottest shower imaginable. You’re a little thrown off when you walk in the house and hear the T.V. playing in the living room, familiar voices from your favorite show coming from the room. You don’t remember leaving it on before you left, so you creep into the room slowly, peering around the corner to see a mop of blond hair leaning against the back of the couch.

“What are you doing?”

Atsumu snorts himself awake at the sound of your voice, eyes bleary as he tries to gather himself, gaze darting between you and the screen.

“Oh, me? Just catching up on your show.” He’s back to lounging against the arm of the couch, remote in hand gesturing to the screen. “It’s the part where that one girl, uh, Ashley is talkin’ to her boyfriend right now about how they’re going to move in together soon.” 

“Okay, first of all, that’s not her name.” You set your bag down next to the couch, throwing yourself down onto the cushion next to him. “Second, that’s her mortal enemy, and I’m pretty sure they’re talking about how she hopes he bites the dust on their next mission.” 

Atsumu stares at the screen, paying attention to the dialogue for probably the first time since turning it on. “Oh.”

You can’t help but chuckle at his cluelessness. “I’ve already told you, ‘Tsumu, you don’t have to like the same things that I do just because we’re dating. Just like I don’t like volleyball that much, you don’t have to like my show as much as I do.”

He gasps, scandalized. “You don’t like volleyball?!”

“Not as much as you do, dummy. That’s my point! We’re two separate people with separate interests, and that’s okay.”

“Yeah, but…” You don’t hear the rest of his statement as he mumbles it, shrinking into himself with arms crossed and chin buried into his chest. 

“You gotta speak up, babe. I couldn’t catch that.”

He sighs heavily, arms still crossed, now with a comically deep frown on his face. “But you and Meian are always talkin’ and laughin’ together at practice when you should be doing that with me, your boyfriend!”

“Oooh, come here, my dear sweet Atsumu.” He doesn’t hesitate to accept your invitation, nearly knocking the wind out of you as he wraps his arms around your torso, smushing his cheek against your chest. “You know I love you dearly. But trying to talk to you about my show is like talking to a brick wall, and I say that with all the love in the world. Now I finally have someone that I can talk to about my show, so you don’t have to hear me drone on.”

He grumbles. “I guess. But can’t you find someone else less… beefy to talk to about it with?”

You pause, trying to sift through his lot of friends for someone who doesn’t fit that bill. “Babe. All of your friends are beefy, so it wouldn’t even matter if there was someone else there that I can talk to about it. Besides, his appearance doesn’t even matter. It’s nothing more than some friendly chatter, alright?”

“Alright.” You press a kiss to the top of his head before he whines, tilting his head all the way up to offer his lips to you so you can give him a proper kiss. “...Just wish you’d be less happy about it.”

you were invited to a night out at a bar with some old friends from high school, and decided to drag Kita along for the ride to introduce him to the ol’ gang

drinks were being served, shots were being had, and everyone was getting along swimmingly

Kita, who’d been nursing a bottle of water in preparation for work the next day, stayed by your side the whole night, smiling as you and your friends swapped stories and dutifully holding your things when they dragged you off to the dancefloor

he was at the bar getting you another drink when your friend Aina approached, leaning against the bar

“I like you for them,” she announced, words slurring. “They need someone plain like you to balance them out.”

he knew she didn’t mean it as an insult, but the word “plain” punched him right in the gut, insecurity washing over him as he realized it was absolutely true

you were the daring, adventurous type, always ready to jump right into things headfirst, while Kita preferred a steadier approach

normally this wasn’t a problem for the two of you, but suddenly Kita couldn’t help but wonder if maybe you were getting bored with him

it didn’t help that you had to cut your night short because of Kita’s early job, which consumed him with guilt as he watched you hug everyone goodbye, telling them you’d meet again at some point

the ride home was quiet as Kita thought about the ways he could be the fun, spontaneous man you deserved

the next day, he showed up at your door and invited you on an impromptu picnic date in the park, which you were more than happy to agree to

he was so ready to give you an amazing date and prove to you that he was more than just your plain boyfriend, but it seemed that the universe had other plans, as what was supposed to be your perfect and fun day quickly transformed into a disaster

at first, everything started off pretty smoothly, until Kita realized he forgot to bring a blanket, and the two of you were forced to sit on the wet, muddy grass

then when he opened the basket, he realized all the drinks had spilled on the drive over, effectively ruining all of the food he packed

you took it all in stride, reassuring him it could’ve happened to anyone, and ended up grabbing some takoyaki from a nearby food stand

for a moment Kita thought things were finally looking up, until an unleashed dog bounded towards you and knocked the takoyaki straight out of your hand and onto the ground, leaving the two of you to share whatever was left of his

he was so sure that it couldn’t get any worse, and then it started to rain– and not just a little drizzle, either, but a huge downpour that sent the two of you and the rest of your fellow park-goers scrambling for cover

and just to add insult to injury, his car ended up getting a flat only five minutes into the drive home, leaving him with no choice but to pull over and call for help, a shitty ending to an even shittier day

Kita’s not usually the type to believe that the universe is working against him –he prefers leaving those kinds of dramatics to the likes of Atsumu�� but after the day he’s had, he’s starting to wonder.

His plan to prove to both you and himself that he could be an exciting, spontaneous, and definitely not plain boyfriend had started off decently enough. He showed up at your place with a nervous heart and a picnic basket in hand, announcing only somewhat shakily that he’d be stealing you for the day, whisking you off on an impromptu picnic date.

You’d had no prior warning, hence the whole spontaneous thing, but you went along with it easily enough, more than willing to spend a little extra time with your boyfriend. You threw on the quickest presentable outfit you could find and then you were off, eager to see where the day –and Kita– would take you. You ended up driving out to a flower field in the park, and it was absolutely wonderful.

For the first five minutes, at least.

Then it all went to shit.

Now the two of you are sitting in his car, soaked to the bone as you wait for a tow truck, and Kita is trying his very best not to let on how utterly defeated and pathetic he feels. He thinks the only thing keeping him from sulking outright is the fact that you’re still holding his hand, and even then, he can’t stop the frown that forms on his face.

“I’m so sorry about today,” he starts lamely, breaking the silence, voice shakier than he’s used to. He knows it’s not nearly enough to make up for the complete and utter catastrophe that your date turned into, but he supposes it’s a good enough place to start. “I know it wasn’t what you were expectin’ when I told you I’d be takin’ you out for a romantic picnic in the park. Hell, it wasn’t what I was expectin’, either.”

“Well, it was definitely an adventure, that’s for sure,” you say, in that carefree and teasing way of yours. Then you bring his hand closer to you and press your lips to the back of his palm, a playful but genuine smile tugging at your lips. “Still, I’m glad I came. I had a really good time today, Shin.”

Kita blinks, eyes wide as he stares at you as if you’ve grown a second head. “You did?”

“Of course I did. I was with you. I always have a good time when I’m with you.” You say it casually, easily, like it’s just that simple, and when he continues to gape at you, you raise an eyebrow. “What? Why do you look so surprised?”

“That’s because I am surprised. Today was a disaster, darlin’. It was the opposite of everythin’ that I wanted it to be.”

“Well, what did you want it to be?”

“Somethin’ good and excitin’ that you could enjoy the way you deserve.” He looks away, unable to meet your eyes as his gaze drifts to your intertwined hands, voice soft and quiet, defeated. “Somethin’ to show you that I could be fun and spontaneous, and not just the borin’ and plain boyfriend you’ve been stuck with.”

“Woah, wait, boring and plain? Stuck with?” you repeat, incredulous, brows furrowing as your lips curve into a frown of their own. “What are you talking about, Shin? You’re sure as hell not just someone I’m stuck with– where’s all of this even coming from?”

Despite himself, he hesitates. The last thing he wants to do is weigh you down with his insecurities, but Kita has never lied to you before, and he certainly doesn’t plan on starting now.

That’s when he tells about everything that happened last night, about Aina’s off-handed comment and about all the doubts and insecurities that’d been unearthed as a result. He tells you about the plan he made, the one he wanted so badly to be enough to prove to you that he could be the man you want, the man you deserve.

“I’m so sorry that happened, Shin,” is the first thing you say when he’s finished speaking, genuine and apologetic as you give his hand a comforting squeeze. “I know she was drunk, but Aina had no right to say that to you, and I’ll be telling her as much first thing tomorrow.”

“S’alright. I know she didn’t mean it as a bad thing,” Kita says, squeezing your hand back. “Still, it got me thinkin’, y’know? About you and me, and the fact that we’re so different. I mean, you– you’re so bright and darin’ and fearless and I’m just– I’m not.”

“So? I like you for you, Shin. I always have. And I especially like how different we both are.”

“I know. I do, too, I just– sometimes I just can’t help but feel like I’m borin’ you. Like you’re settlin’ for me. And I’m not sayin’ that I think you don’t love me, ‘cuz I know you do, I just–” He gives a shaky exhale and runs his free hand through his hair, faltering a little, before forcing himself to continue, though he still can’t quite meet your eyes. “I guess it’s just hard for me to make sense of the thought of someone as amazin’ and full of life as you wantin’ to be with someone as simple as me.”

The confession is raw and vulnerable, the way Kita’s only ever allowed himself to be around you. It softens you, makes you release his hand in favor of cupping his face, a silent plea to get him to look at you. And though he still feels pretty pathetic about everything, he doesn’t deny you, lifting his gaze to meet yours and finding himself stunned by the open affection in your eyes, the undeniable love he’s not sure he’ll ever get enough of.

“Oh, Shinsuke, baby, you’re not simple.” Your words, like your hands on his face, are gentle but firm, and when he shoots you a doubtful look, you lean closer and insist, “You’re not. You’re hardworking and dedicated, not to mention generous and so, so kind. You take care of me and make me laugh, and you’re always there to listen to me and support me, no matter how stubborn I am or how crazy my ideas get. You’re everything I want, not to mention everything I need. You make me better, and I love you, just the way you are.”

It’s strange, Kita thinks, how quickly your words ease the uncertainty and doubt that’d been weighing on his chest, how effortlessly your touch soothes him. There’s so much he wants to say to you. He wants to tell you how grateful he is for you, how much your words mean to him. Mostly, he wants to tell you that he loves you.

But then you tug his face towards you, closing the distance between you and pressing your lips firmly against his, and he realizes he doesn’t have to, because you already know. You feel it in the way he wraps his arms around you to pull you closer, in the way one of his hands tangles in your hair. Still, he does his best to prove it to you, anyway, deepening the kiss with a drag of his tongue across your lips and a muffled groan that has you scraping your nails against his scalp.

You’re both breathless when you pull away, just enough so that you can lean your forehead against his, all gentle comfort and soft affection.

“So get the thought of you being the person I settled for out of your pretty little head,” you say firmly, lightly tugging on his hair for good measure, “because you’re not. You’re the person I chose, the one I plan to continue choosing for a long, long time. Have I made myself clear?”

And Kita can only smile at you, turning his face to place a gentle kiss to the inside of your palm, all of his previous anxieties and insecurities forgotten.

“Crystal, darlin’.”

you and Suna were at your cousin’s wedding, and you set off to grab some more drinks at the bar

Suna watched as you left—definitely checking out your ass—when he saw you get stopped by a guy, who put his hand hand on your arm and said something to you, and then suddenly, you were hugging

you were both so animated, so effortless, in your interactions, and Suna even saw you bust out laughing in a way you usually only do when he tells you the most god awful joke

Suna nudges your friend Aina who’s standing next to him, gesturing over to you both as he asks about who the guy is, thinking maybe he’s another cousin or something

“Oh, that’s her ex, Haru,” she explains, “They were friends all throughout childhood and even dated for a while in high school.”

this, of course, isn’t Suna’s first time hearing about your ex, seeing as the two of you have been dating long enough to have already swapped stories about previous breakups, but it is his first time seeing you and Haru interact in person

and while Suna already knows that the breakup was mutual and that you and Haru ended things pretty amicably, he’d be lying if he said seeing Haru act so familiar with you doesn’t bother him

still, Suna trusts you, and the last thing he’s going to do is make a scene at your cousin’s wedding, which is why he opts to ignore the interaction entirely, until one of the women standing nearby makes it impossible for him

the woman—maybe an aunt of yours—jumps in to add, “they were so cute, weren’t they? We were all so sure they were going to end up together. After all, they only broke up because they were heading off to different colleges.”

and if that doesn’t make him feel shitty enough, another woman, whom he quickly realizes is Haru’s mother, chimes in, “they would’ve been high school sweathearts, what’s more perfect than that! It’s too bad they had to break up.”

Aina freezes, panicked, as her gaze darts between him and the women nearby, like she’s debating whether or not she should say something, but Suna stops her with a shake of his head, brushing the whole thing off like it doesn’t bother him, even though it really does

Suna isn’t friends with any of his exes, so he doesn’t understand how two people who decided they couldn’t be together could act so natural and cheerful—and not deathly awkward—with one another years after the split

as much as he hates admitting it, you and Haru do look really good together, even if your interaction only ended up lasting a few minutes, and your family clearly still adores him, so much so that they invited him to your cousin’s wedding

it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that they prefer him over Suna, and while normally Suna wouldn’t give a damn about any of that, he can’t help but wonder if you feel the same way, if seeing Haru tonight made you regret breaking up with him in the first place

the two of you were high school sweethearts, after all; how can Suna hope to compare to that?

it puts him in a sour mood for the rest of the night, one that lasts throughout the rest of the reception and continues on your drive home

“Are you okay, Rin?”

Suna barely spares you a glance when you speak, keeping his eyes planted firmly on the road in front of him. “I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? Because you’ve been acting weird since the reception.”

“It’s nothing.” That’s a lie, of course, and you both know it. He’s been giving you the cold shoulder ever since you got in the car, the silence that’s settled between you nothing like the easy banter and teasing jokes you normally exchange on the way home. “I’m just tired.”

The rational part of him, the one he doesn’t always listen to, knows it isn’t fair for him to act this way. He’s being petty and immature, neither of which are reactions you deserve right now, but he can’t help it.

Being vulnerable has never been easy for Suna. It still isn’t, if he’s being honest, which is why, instead of talking to you about his feelings, he chooses to ignore them completely, burying them somewhere deep inside himself that even he can’t reach, despite the way his heart sinks and his hands tighten on the steering wheel the more he thinks about what your family said.

He doesn’t have to look at you to know that you’re frowning. You’ve always been able to see right through him, so of course you know that something’s bothering him, no matter how hard he tries to convince you otherwise.

He still hasn’t looked at you, but he imagines you sitting in the passenger seat with your arms crossed over your chest, furrowing your brows the way you always do when you can’t figure something out. “Did my family say something to you?”

He lets himself glance at you long enough to flash you a tight smile, a forced curving of his lips that doesn’t meet his eyes. “Nothing worth repeating.”

Your eyes narrow at his words, lips parting like you want to say something else, but then he’s pulling up in front of your apartment building and parking the car, and the moment is gone. The silence follows you into the lobby, up the elevator and all the way inside your shared apartment.

Suna quickly decides that he hates this kind of silence. He hates how bothered he still is about you and your stupid ex even more. Mostly, he hates the distance he feels between you now, even though he knows it’s one of his own creation.

He wants nothing more than to get rid of it, to lay his head in your lap and tell you exactly why he’s so upset while you stroke his hair and comfort him, but doing so would require him to be honest about his feelings, and you both already know how shitty he is at that. And the last thing Suna wants to do right now is start a fight, especially when he already feels like he’s not good enough for you.

You must sense his hesitance, because in the end, you’re the one that comes to him. You corner him while he’s sitting at the edge of your shared bed, approaching him with the same amount of care and delicateness you’d use with a stray cat.

You’re both still wearing your wedding clothes, but neither of you seems to care much about that right now. You push his jacket off his shoulders and he lets you, watching as you fold it with careful hands and set it neatly down on the bed next to him.

You move to stand in front of him, resting your hands on his shoulders. Suna finds himself shifting almost automatically to accommodate you, spreading his thighs so you can stand comfortably between his legs.

Then you’re running your fingers through his hair, nails scraping gently against his scalp in just the way he likes, and whatever ideas he had before about keeping his feelings to himself and suffering in silence immediately vanish from his brain. He’s nothing but putty in your hands right now, and all it took was one measly touch from you.

You’re good at that, Suna thinks. You’re good at softening him, at making him feel safe and loved, like he can tell you anything without being judged. It’s one of the things he loves the most about you.

It’s also why, despite his earlier hesitance, he allows himself to melt into your touch. He wraps his arms around your waist and buries his face against your stomach while you continue to run your fingers through your hair, pressing a kiss to the top of his head every now and then.

The two of you stay like that for a while, just holding each other and breathing in sync. Then you’re tugging gently at his scalp, coaxing him into looking up at you with your fingers in his hair. He goes willingly, always, for you.

“Are you ready to talk about it now?” you ask, soft and seeking, free of any judgment.

“You’re gonna think it’s stupid,” Suna mumbles, chin tucked securely against your body.

You press a soothing kiss to his forehead for good measure. “Try me.”

And though the thought of baring his feelings so openly still makes him kind of queasy, he does it anyway, relenting. “I didn’t know your ex was gonna be at the wedding.”

“Who, Haru? That’s who this is about?” You blink as genuine surprise laces your features, as if you’ve actually forgotten about your ex entirely, which pleases Suna more than he cares to admit. “He’s friends with my cousin. We all grew up together. I thought I told you that.”

“You did.” The smile he gives you is curt and tight-lipped. It doesn’t reach his eyes. “You just didn’t tell me how devastated your family was when the two of you broke up.”

“So they did say something to you, didn’t they?” You shake your head, understanding flashing in your eyes as your lips curve into a frown. “Who was it? Wait, don’t tell me– Aunt Eri?”

“The one and only,” Suna confirms, much to your chagrin. “She and Haru’s mom were convinced the two of you were meant to be, and that you were –get this– absolutely perfect for each other.”

The words taste sour in his mouth, a bitterness filling his voice that he only hopes you know isn’t directed towards you. Thankfully, you don’t seem to take any offense to it. If anything, you look upset for him, your jaw dropping and eyes widening in disbelief which quickly turns to anger at your own aunt’s audacity.

“Oh, no. Rin, baby, I’m so sorry,” you say, and he can tell from the look in your eyes how much you mean it. “They had no right to say any of that, least of all in front of you.” You lift a hand to cup his cheek and shake your head, eyes soft and apologetic. “I can only imagine how shitty it was to hear.”

“Yeah,” he mutters, frowning at the memory, “no kidding.” But he leans into your touch anyway, brushing his lips against your palm so you know he doesn’t blame you. “That’s not really the part that bothered me, anyway.”

You raise an eyebrow, tilting your head curiously. “Then what did?”

Suna already knows the answer, but he wants to hear it from you, which is why he takes a deep breath and asks, “Why did you and Haru break up?”

“We were going to different colleges,” you reply, confirming what your aunt told him. “We agreed it was the best thing for the both of us.”

And though it’s exactly the answer he was expecting, that still doesn’t make hearing it hurt any less. He swallows the lump in his throat and looks away, voice quieting. “So if you never broke up with him back then, you’d probably still be with him right now.”

“And if I won the lottery when I was eighteen the way I hoped I would, then I’d probably be single and in Madrid right now,” you shoot back easily, without missing a beat. “What’s your point?”

Suna frowns, fixing you with a pointed look. “Your family likes him. I mean, they really, really like him. Way more than they like me.”

“Well, then,” you lean forward, lips curving up into a smile, “I guess it’s a good thing you’re dating me and not any of them, isn’t it?”

He shakes his head, the frown on his face deepening even further. “You don’t get it. The only reason the two of you didn’t work out is because of bad timing, not because you didn’t love him anymore.”

“But that’s the thing. I don’t love him anymore, Rin. I love you and only you,” you insist. “I’m not the person I was when Haru and I were together. I grew up. I went to college, I moved out on my own, and then we met, and I fell in love with you.”

“That’s exactly my point,” he argues. “None of that would’ve ever happened if you hadn’t broken up with him. If he’d reached out to you while you were still in college, then you and I wouldn’t even be together right now.”

“But he didn’t, and he won’t. And even if he did now, it wouldn’t matter, because the only person I’m in love with is you.”

Your voice is steady, firm, leaving little room for argument. He tries anyway, opening his mouth to speak again, but you silence him with a finger pressed to his lips. And though Suna still isn’t completely convinced you’re what he deserves, he listens, quieting down long enough to hear you out properly.

“Rin, baby, if we sit here and argue about all the what if’s, we’ll always find some kind of excuse for why we couldn’t have been together,” you reason. “But we are, so why does it matter? We’re here together now, and I chose you– because I wanted you. I still want you.”

He watches, heart full and racing, as you settle yourself into his lap and wrap your arms around his neck, knees on either side of his thighs. He doesn’t hesitate to welcome you, hands resting on your hips, the weight of you warm and familiar in his arms.

“Do you still want me?” you ask, as if you don’t already know, as if there was ever any doubt.

And that, he quickly realizes, is exactly the point you’re trying to make, because no matter what happened in the past, no matter who the two of you have been with before this, he’s the one you’re choosing now, just like you are for him.

“More than I know what to do with,” he answers, reaching a hand up to your face to brush his thumb across your cheek.

“Then it’s settled. Everything else is just background noise.” You kiss him, then, deep and wanting, and it’s all he can do to kiss you back, longing and eager. You smile when you pull away, a sweet, loving thing he feels like an idiot for ever even doubting in the first place. “Okay?”

And Suna smiles, relieved, resting his forehead against yours.

“Okay.”

Written by: Dawn & Luna

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Yandere ! Gojo Satoru x Female ! Reader

Part 17 | then what is special

Summary | And I'd choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I'd find you and I'd choose you.

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"Thank you so much!"

Y/n was as giddy as ever as she held the necklace in her hands before turning to Sukuna with the brightest eyes she could muster, "help me put it on?!"

"If you will stop squirming," he grumbled.

It was her birthday. Anyone who fell under Sukuna's domain knows that, and as such, it will be considered a holiday worth celebrating.

"It's so pretty!!!"

She kept admiring the jewelry in the mirror when Sukuna finally clasped the necklace around her neck.

She kept looking at Sukuna for his approval. And he could only smirk in return. He was the one who picked it out, after all.

"Thank you so much, Sukuna!"

For y/n, she never imagined that she would be thankful to the king of curses, but apparently she was in her past life. She desperately wants to talk to someone about it. But she could never bring up her worries to anyone. Not even to the strongest. Though, she was thankful that he was walking with her now...

The night breeze felt good against his face as he walked next to you, but, truth be told, he couldn’t focus on the how peaceful the walk was or on anything else for that matter. All he could think about was you. Usually he would still be at the school, or he would be on a mission, his time seemingly dedicated to the jujutsu world as a whole. And yet, he couldn’t help but to carve out a piece (a large chunk) of his time for you.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

She was smiling up at him as she easily kept in stride (though, he was purposefully walking slower for her).

“For inviting me out, of course! That office was getting way too stuffy for me.”

She couldn’t deny the way her cheeks started to warm, how her heart felt incredibly full and the way it started to beat just a tad bit faster.

“I- I’m glad.”

“Really?”

She nodded, “you’re the strongest…everyone relies on you. And… I guess…I… I wanted you to rely on me too,, so you wouldn’t feel like you had to do everything on your own,” she spoke slow as she tried to find the right words. Her mouth moving on its own as she couldn’t stop herself from saying what she truly felt, “I mean, I’m not saying you couldn’t handle it, I just- well, you know, I wanted you to know that someone cares and that-,” she started to babble. Her words picking up in pace. And, god, she knew she was rambling, but she wanted to get her point across without him misunderstanding anything.

“Y/n.”

“Yes?”

“You’re so cute.”

When she had looked up at him, her eyes widened when he had clasped both of her cheeks in his hands, his fingers lightly squeezing them together as she brought her hands up ro grip at his wrists, “Gsojsho.”

He laughed when she tried to say his name between her smushed lips. His eyes shining at the thought when he had done this to her in one of their past lives together. She whined out his name again and even tried to hit him in the stomach, but her weak hits didn’t even phase him when he finally let go of her cheeks, “alright, alright. I’ll leave you alone. So let’s get to your place, ok? It’s already late.”

She rubbed her cheeks, they were already starting to feel sore with how roughly he was pulling at them. (He actually wasn’t pulling all that hard, she’s just sensitive.) And soon enough, the walk to her apartment was short lived, but at least it wasn’t awkward. Gojo was good at keeping up small talk and she was surprised at how easy it was to talk to him. She was glad.

“You want to come in, right? And maybe have a drink?”

And that was how her night was spent. Gojo was sitting on her couch and she was sitting next to him as the TV played some random movie and the two of them talked endlessly about anything and everything. Until the past lives topic came up.

“So, do you really believe this past life business?”

Gojo asked the question so simply as he looked at her, and she shrugged, “a little. It would explain so much but I am also a little scared.”

“Scared of what?”

“Well, just how many lives did I live? Was I always alone?”

“You said that you thought I was there.”

“Yeah, I think it was you, I also think we were together…”

“How many lives do you think you lived?”

“Too many to count. Though, sometimes I feel like it's just one continuous life with multiple endings."

“Do you think we were together in all of them,” Gojo asked, his tone was a bit hopeful.

He could see how she reddened at his words before she calmed herself down. Her fingers lightly playing with the hm of her shirt, her eyes not being able to meet his own (he had taken off his blindfold when he sat down on her couch).

“No…”

He tilted his head to the side. He was acting curious, nonchalant even, but his heart was running rampant. His mind was a mess. He couldn’t deny how jittery he was. Did she not want to be with him in every single life she had?

“No, because then what would make this life special?”

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౨ৎ good morning ౨ৎ

summary: reader and bucky are very much in love and have their morning routine down to a tee. bucky manhandles the reader a lot but not in a weird way, just in an "i love you and can't live without you" kinda way.

warning: fluffffff (bucky and reader are EXTREMELY in love and love to show it)

wc: 1.8k

pairing: domestic!bucky x reader

a/n: I wrote this between the hours of 11PM-1AM when i was feeling especially psychotic. I am so sleep deprived I’m sorry. But I just came up with this sweet little scenario and had to write it down. This is why I shouldn’t be allowed to daydream.

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You opened your eyes, groaning as soft sunlight filtered through your open blinds. You tried remembering the dream you had just abruptly woken up from. Something about a tall, muscular, brown-haired man. The man of your dreams. The man whose arms were now around you from behind, caging you to his warm chest.

You turned around to find Bucky gently stirring in the light of the sunrise. You reached your arms out around his shoulders as he slowly blinked his eyes open. You were both morning people and were glad for it because it meant the two of you were in sync. Neither of you got much sleep, what with Bucky being plagued by his nightmares and you by your insomnia. However, you were in it together, making hell sightly more endurable.

“Good morning, sunshine,” he mumbled with a sweet smile, burying his face in your chest. You squirmed slightly in his arms as his thick beard scratched your chest. You were coming to like his grown-out facial hair. It made him look like a soft teddy bear rather than a violently beautiful Greek god. Yes, you quite preferred this look to his freshly shaven one with his chiseled cheekbones and jawline of steel on full display. With his beard, he looked somewhat more approachable, more domestic, and more lovable than ferociously intimidating.

“Good morning, my moonlight,” you whispered. He was the moonlight to your sunshine, the darkness to your light. He complimented you so perfectly that it sometimes made you want to cry.

Bucky interrupted your thoughts by pulling your body on top of his. “Mmh, I love you so much,” his voice was slightly muffled as his face was still smushed against your chest, and he wrapped his thick arms around your back, securing you in place on top of him.

“I love you too, baby boy,” you combed your fingers through his hair. It was much shorter than it used to be, but it was starting to grow out like his beard. You were not complaining, however. The long summer days the two of you spent swimming in the pool caused his hair to curl at the ends, and it was a lighter shade of brown now than it was during the colder months.

“Wanna stay here with you forever,” Bucky mumbled into your chest, peppering sweet kisses to your neck and jawline before lazily moving his lips all over your face.

“C’mon, Bucky, you say this every morning,” you giggled. “We gotta get up soon, bubs. We have things to do and people to see.” You pushed his face away, scrunching your nose when you caught a whiff of his morning breath.

“They can wait,” he muttered, half-heartedly batting his arm at the air like a petulant child. You almost giggled but caught yourself. You couldn’t encourage him on like this. You actually did have a lot of errands to run later in the day and a long to-do list to accomplish. While you wanted nothing more than to indulge Bucky (because, duh, why would you want to do anything but lay here in your soft bed, basking in the morning light with the man you loved), you knew you needed to be an adult and put your responsibilities first if you wanted to prevent your life from falling apart. You decided to give him ten more minutes. After that, you would force yourself to get up.

You almost fell back asleep, tangled up in his arms. In fact, you probably would have if it hadn’t been for your grumbling stomach. You were past the point in your relationship where this embarrassed you. In fact, you were grateful to your stomach for choosing to be so loud because otherwise, you might not have gotten out of bed all day.

But before you could leap out of bed and berate Bucky for almost making you fall asleep again, he leaped up, carrying you like a child. Of course, he would get up when you were in danger of being hungry. “Can’t let my pretty doll starve, now can I?” he smirked down at you.

“Barnes, you have five seconds to put me down!”

“Five, four, three, two…,” Bucky ran into your shared bathroom, clutching you in his arms like you were a football. “…one! Touchdown!” he plopped you down on the toilet’s closed lid, holding onto your shoulders for balance as he let out a belly laugh.

“I hate you,” but you were smiling a mile wide even as you said it.

“Aw, that’s too bad, doll,” Bucky fake-pouted at you, backing away out of the bathroom. “Because I lava you very very much.” He said the last part in his silliest baby voice, scrunching up his face to give you air kisses as he turned to leave.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help grinning like you had won the lottery. Truthfully, you had won the lottery because if wealth was measured in happiness, you were ecstatic, floating above everyone else. It was the same silly routine every morning, with Bucky forcing you to cuddle him in bed for at least a half hour and then bolting up with you in his arms whenever your stomach grumbled. He knew you were grumpy when you didn’t have any food in you, so he started on breakfast when you got ready in the bathroom. When you offered to switch roles, he said this was optimal since you liked to brush your teeth before breakfast, and he brushed his teeth after. Your heart melted at the memory. Your boyfriend got your breakfast ready for you when you came downstairs. Every single morning, without fail. It was the little things that made you fall in love over and over.

You finished your skincare routine and headed downstairs to find the same scene as every morning: Bucky with a kitchen towel over one shoulder, plating whatever he made for breakfast. Today, he had made a fluffy stack of pancakes and scrambled eggs. He had even gone the extra mile to put spinach and chopped tomatoes in the eggs and had added fresh berries and banana slices on top of the pancakes. The sight of the sticky sweet syrup oozing down the sides of them was enough to make your mouth water.

You snuck up behind him and snaked your arms around his torso. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” you punctuated each one with a kiss to his shoulder blades and neck. “Did I tell you how grateful I am to have you in my life?”

“Only about a HUNDRED TIMES A DAY,” he turned around quickly in your arms, grabbing you under the thighs to lift you up. He clasped his arms together, forming a sort of seat in midair. You threw your arms around his shoulders and crashed your lips onto his, melting into him, his pillowy lips warm on yours.

You barely noticed that he had backed into the fridge until you felt the cool metal against your back through Bucky’s thin cotton T-shirt. You continued kissing him voraciously and suddenly remembered Tony scarfing down a Burger King cheeseburger when he had returned from his brief kidnapping in the desert.

You broke away laughing at the mental comparison you made of yourself kissing Bucky to Tony when he was starving after being in the desert.

“Whatcha laughin’ at doll?” Bucky panted, a slight smile creeping onto his lips.

“Oh, nothing,” you panted back. “Just shut up and kiss me.” You were back to business, your lips back on his, feeling like a dog deprived of its bone. Bucky opened the refrigerator door, never once breaking the kiss. You kept your eyes closed, one hand still raking through his soft hair as you used the other to grab the milk carton from the door. You secured it in your hand without faltering, then brought your hand back to rest against his shoulder blade as Bucky shut the door and walked you back over to the counter. Once you safely sat down, you pulled away, gasping for air, desperate as a fish out of water for more of him. His hands were on your hips, his name was on your lips, over and over again like your only prayer.

Bucky grabbed his mug of coffee from where he had left it in the coffee machine and brought it to where you sat, a bright smile adorning his face. You returned the grin and poured a smidge of milk into his cup. When you had first started living together, you were aghast to find that Bucky drank his coffee black without a single drop of milk or spoon of sugar. It had taken some convincing, but you were thrilled when he finally agreed to stop torturing himself and drink his coffee with milk like a normal human being. Although he still used less than a tablespoon of milk and no sugar or creamer, it was a start.

You, on the other hand, were the exact opposite, preferring matcha as your morning drink of choice, which required your mug to be 95% full of milk with the other 5% being, of course, the matcha powder, ice cubes, and copious amounts of honey to satisfy your sweet tooth.

“Oh, I heated up some water and mixed in the matcha powder for you already,” Bucky pointed at the mug beside you, his other hand still warm on your thigh.

“Thank you, bubs,” you leaned down to press a chaste kiss to his lips. His cheeks pinked at the suddenness of it, and he ducked his head, shying away from your gaze.

“Aw, it’s nothin’,” he smiled up at you, eyes sparkling beneath his thick lashes. “Here, lemme get you some ice.”

The momentary loss of his hands on your thighs made you whine slightly, but he was back as soon as he left, ice tray in hand.

“Here you are, babycakes.”

You took the tray, beaming at him, then plunked precisely three heart-shaped ice cubes into your cup. You handed the tray back to Bucky, and he left to return it to the freezer before returning to stand between your thighs from where you sat on the countertop. You poured a generous amount of milk into your cup and reached for the honey to drizzle some in. Stirring your drink, you clinked your mug with his before taking your first sip.

You sighed reveling in the mild sweetness of your drink. It was just the way you liked it.

"Alright, doll, let's get some breakfast in you before we run today. We doing intervals or easy?"

"I actually wanted to go for a long run, Buck," you held his gaze from behind your mug.

"Cold plunge after?" he smiled already knowing your answer.

"Yes," you nodded your head vigorously, giddy at the prospect.

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[fashionteahouse]

She’s in love with Paul and he loves her too they spend every day together but then he imprints on Rachel and slowly falls in love with her too so without meaning to he two times them cause he doesn’t wanna lose them until the reader comes out pregnant and he realizes he need to choose but then he doesn’t have to cause she met embry (Paul doesn’t bring her around anymore so she didn’t meet embry, quill or Jacob) and she doesn’t know why she has a connection with this guy

ohhh the drama i love it😭💜 hope you enjoy :)

crystal ball - paul x reader x embry

You and Paul walk hand in hand at the beach. You look to the right and the sunlight rays flash majestically against the features of his face. Highlighting the beauty, you stare at him in awe.

He catches you, smiling and asks, “What?”

You look down and blush.

You two have been together for quite some time now. You felt lucky to have been picked from Paul. You were hesitant at first, due to his reputation of being a player.

He’s shown you nothing but loyalty and you felt very happy. You were always happy with him. He was attentive, caring, and wasn’t afraid to show affection. Your favorite part about him was how he didn’t care about displaying it in front of others.

That night, he made you your favorite dish. He was a good cook too? You felt like he ticked all of the right boxes in your book. You loved spending the night at his place, knowing you were going to be satisfied all around.

He always made sure he held you close, whispering words of affection in your ear until you fell asleep. Most of the time, he showed through action more than he would with words.

He was picking you up tonight and you couldn’t wait. You were packing your overnight bag like you always did.

You sat on your couch, looking out of the windowsill, expecting his arrival. He told you a certain time that he would be there but it was getting later and later.

Soon enough, the sky was darkened and you had dozed off.

A knock on the door jerked you out of your slumber. It was Paul. You smile and hug him.

“Finally! I was starting to think you weren’t coming.” you say, you take a look at him.

Usually he would’ve came back with a witty remark but he just seemed too mellow. You tried not to think too much of it. He still made sure to smush his lips into yours and tells you how happy he is to see you.

You’re riding in his car and asked him what took him so long.

“I uh..got caught with some shit at Sam’s.” he says and stares straight ahead at the road.

As you look out the window, you hear vibrations of his phone. You don’t say anything. Until they vibrate with more force, implicating more messages.

“Who’s texting you?” you ask curiously.

He shrugs and rests a hand on your thigh and rub a little, “I don’t know but I’ll look at it later. Right now I’m with you so I’m not worried about it.”

You believe him. He’s never been dishonest with you before. He although, kept looking like something was on his mind.

He takes you into his house and immediately embraces you into a whirl wind of affection. Articles of clothing lying on his bedroom floor. The skin he pumps inside of you is filled with passion. As if this was the last time he got to make love to you. You didn’t care, it was mind blowing, driving you crazy, shivering, bucking your hips to meet his movements.

Some time goes by and you don’t notice anything out of place.

One morning you try to go about your day until a wave of sickness overcomes you. You vomit into your toilet bowl. Trying to pass it off as a stomach bug, you don’t think into it. The cramping but no period cycle is what worries you.

You buy two pregnancy tests, scared of the unknown.

Two blue plus signs stare back at you as you look at them like they were going to change. Accepting your fate, you call the man that is part of what made this happen.

He doesn’t answer. You’re confused. He always answers your phone calls. Even if he couldn’t talk, he would still answer to tell you that he will call you back. When he finally answers, you invite him over. You sit him down and show him the tests.

“We’re pregnant.” you breathe out.

He opens his mouth as if to say something but he just looks at them. Conflicting emotion is what is on his face. He looks at you and you can tell he’s unsure about something.

“I’m happy for us.” he tells you and embraces you.

You go to the library to check out some informational books. You had no idea about what to expect with pregnancies beside of what you saw on television.

You reach on your tippy toes to try to get a book that’s on a top shelf, the librarian already busy with someone else.

A long arm is now in your eye shot and it grabs the book with ease. The arm now extends the book to you. You look up at him and sees the contentment in his face. Your stomach flips and you know you’re way too early to feel any type of movement. You know this guy in front of you is responsible.

“Thank you.” you say and give him a smile.

“No problem.” he replies and without shame rake his eyes over your body. This makes you feel self conscious.

But he starts up a conversation that lets your shield come down a bit. You haven’t felt this nervous in a long time. Not even with Paul.

Embry was his name. You couldn’t believe how funny and easily likable he was. You didn’t want to bring yourself to have a crush because you didn’t know if that was just hormones. Plus, you were pregnant with Paul’s baby.

“Pregnancy books?” he finally asks.

You nod, “Yeah, I’m expecting.” He doesn’t seem to be scared away. He just nods and takes in this information as if he’s mentally keeping track of the facts about you.

You leave the library with him still on your mind.

Your dreams are vivid, containing him. He was just a stranger but yet your feelings were so overwhelming.

Paul came over, read some of the material over with you.

The thing that worries you is that when Paul feels your body in his hands, you would imagine how it would feel if it were Embry. With shame, you would get even more excited.

You imagined Embry being the one to be on top of you, to rub on your belly, to hold your hand on walks.

You haven’t heard from Paul this day and to be honest, you didn’t mind. It kind of gave you room to think about the guy you met.

You return to the library to return them and possibly find new books.

Embry was there. Warmth seeps through your entire body. You didn’t know why such guy made you feel so crazy. You felt like a schoolgirl all over again.

He sees you, and it makes you flattered how happy he is to see you.

He asks to take you out, without thinking, you accept. You’ll worry about the consequences later. You just wanted to be around him.

He kisses you goodnight and you add that to your late night fantasies. He just didn’t know what type of effect he had on you.

You two see each other more and more, even blowing Paul off to see Embry. Embry even takes over the role taking you to your appointments, being supportive in every step of the way.

You eventually invite Paul over one day and you sit him down.

“I think we’re better off as co parents.” you tell him.

He freezes, “You can’t do this by yourself. I have to be there for you.”

You shake your head and smile.

“What? You met someone?” he asks as he puts two and two together.

You nod.

He looks down sad, but he accepts this.

“I have something to tell you.” he says.

You look at him with attention.

“I imprinted.” he says.

“Who is she?” you ask.

“Her name is Rachel. Look Y/N, we can still make it work..” he starts.

You nod and have a seat. You’re not even hurt by this. You’re mostly relieved. But you don’t want to make it work. You’re excited for the future that entails you and Embry.

“I’m happy for you. I wish you both happiness.” you tell him and you mean it.

“I just have to ask, who is he?” he asks you.

“His name is Embry.” you tell him.

“Embry Call?” he asks.

You nod.

“I know him.” he says in a trailing tone. He takes one good look at you. You look genuinely happy. Happier than you’ve ever been with him. Glowing even. He was going to be mad at first but he sees that Embry has clearly been giving you the happiness that you deserve. He had no choice but to accept this and he does for the sake of the love that he had for you and his child.

[atinylittlepain]

Apothecary - Chapter Six

joel miller x witchy!reader

series masterlist

living in an aftermath, joel tries to hold her together as she falls apart.

warnings | 18+ smut, significant angst, canon-typical violence

wordcount: 4.3K (we were concise this week lol)

a/n | this is a rather insular chapter, and it happens to be one of my favorites so far. feel free to drop me a line and let me know what you think <3

p.s. if i had to offer one song for this chapter, it'd be magneto by nick cave and the bad seeds (yes, more nick cave, sue me)

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“Nothing?” “I don’t think she even touched the plate, old man.” Ellie huffs, setting the plate of what had been dinner down on the kitchen counter, the plate that Joel had placed in front of the closed guestroom door last night with a quiet plea for her to eat something. But judging by the untouched look of the food, his plea went unanswered. 

“Alright, kid, I’ll check on her. You better get to school.” Ellie nods, though she makes no move to leave, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth as she looks at him.

“Do you think she’s gonna, like, be ok?” Joel has to clear his throat before answering her, trying to make his voice sound as certain as he can.

“She’ll be ok, kid. It’s just a– a hard thing– what happened. But she’ll be ok, I’m gonna make sure of it.” Ellie offers him a faint smile, her brow still scrunched up in worry.

“We’ll make sure of it, right? I can help too, y’know.” He has to smile at that, giving her shoulder a quick squeeze as he nods.

“I know, kid. You’re right, we’ll make sure she’s ok. Now you better get to class before you’re late– again.” It’s just enough levity for her smile to broaden, her eyes to roll with a huff, and then Ellie’s out the door, and Joel’s shoulders slump immediately. 

When he goes upstairs, Stevie is laying in front of the guestroom, swiping her paw under the closed door in what could only be frustration. She and Stevie have been staying with them for a little over two weeks now. It hadn’t been soon after that day he found her in her shop that she showed up in the middle of the night at his front door, wide-eyed and disheveled. She hadn’t known where else to go after someone had thrown a rock into one of the windows of her house. And then, when he had walked her to her shop the next morning, he had been stunned speechless at the words smeared over the door in thick, black paint.

Witch

Slut

Baby killer

She hasn’t left his house since, and she’s barely left the guestroom he set her up in either.

“Darlin? I’m coming in, alright?” He doesn’t wait for a response, knowing now from prior experience that he’d just be waiting forever. Stevie darts in the second he cracks open the door, making a beeline for the bed where her mom is curled up under a swath of blankets, even though it’s the beginning of September and still plenty warm out.

He kneels down alongside the bed, right next to where her face is half smushed into her pillow, her eyes cracking open to peer at him. Faded dark circles face him, and his heart catches at the sight. 

“Hey, darlin. Think we oughta get some food in you, huh?” She lets out a long sigh, blinking hard a few times.

“Not right now, Joel. I’m just– really tired.” That’s become her new favorite phrase, and it scares him more than when she had been endlessly crying. It’s always said on a breathy exhale, like she’s trying to be casual about the fact that she’s been in bed for days, and seems to have no plans of getting out anytime soon. Any emotion is masked behind her flat voice and vacant eyes, and he’d give just about anything for a glimmer of something. Anger, sadness, he’d even take fear right now, just any proof that she’s still there. But there’s nothing, just her owlish stare, and Stevie nuzzling up against the blankets.

“Alright, not right now. Will you drink some water, at least? For me, please?” You’d think that he just asked her to run a marathon with the exhausted huff she lets out, shifting slowly to sit up with her back against the headboard, her head lolling onto her shoulder to look at him. It’s such a far cry from the woman he’s gotten used to, all slow movements and barely-there words as he offers her the glass of water he brought up for her. She takes two little sips then slumps down, handing him back the glass and scrunching her eyes shut.

“Baby, I-I’m really tired– I just need to lay down for a while.” He can feel his frustration rising, but he swallows it down, taking her hand in his and squeezing lightly. She doesn’t squeeze back.

“Ok, darlin, I know you are. Gotta get to work, but you know where I’ll be, right?” All he gets from her is a nod as she lays back down, curling in on her side. 

“Think you might get cleaned up today? Bet a shower would feel good.” Another long sigh.

“I just got a shower yesterday.”

“That– that was Monday, darlin, remember? It’s Friday now.” That’s new, and it makes fear kick up in his chest, cold and frantic. She, however, isn’t phased by it, simply shrugging her shoulders beneath the blankets. Stevie stumbles over the blankets up towards her head, nuzzling up against the back of her neck. It’s a small comfort to him, knowing that she isn’t completely alone during the day, just enough reassurance for him to murmur a soft “I’ll be back soon, honey” and get up with a sigh. He takes one more look at her before closing the door behind him, no acknowledgement from her save for another deep sigh.

Things around town have gotten tense, to say the least. Word spread fast about what happened to Maura’s baby, and while it was clear that no one was to blame, just a horrible stroke of luck, it was a whole lot easier to blame the witch for what happened. Now, as Joel walks to the stables everyday, people openly stare at him, murmuring just loud enough for him to hear about how he’s “harboring the murderer.” The only thing that keeps him from knocking their lights out is knowing that it’d only make things worse for her.

People are being particularly vocal this morning, but he gets no relief when he gets to the stables either, seeing Mason and Matthew, Maura’s husband, are getting ready to saddle up for patrol.

“Don’t know why Maria’s letting her walk around free. Oughta be a trial for what she did.” Mason scoffs at Matthew’s words.

“You know why, that’s practically her sister-in-law, that’s why.” Mason’s eyes narrow into slits as Joel approaches them, Matthew’s face reflecting a similar sneer.

“You boys better watch what you say. Especially when it ain’t based in any reality.” 

“What do you know about reality, Miller? She’s got you so turned around I bet you believe just about anything she tells you.” Joel can feel anger rising like bile in his throat as he looks at the men, and he keeps his hands on his hips to stop himself from doing something he’ll regret.

“You saying you two are talking about reality? Some fucking story about her, what? Hexing a baby?” He focuses his attention on Matthew before continuing.

“Son, I’m sorry for your loss. I really am. But trying to blame someone for this– this horrible misfortune– it ain’t gonna make that pain go away.” Matthew lets out a bitter laugh at Joel’s words, his eyes flashing wild as he takes a few halting steps toward him.

“I’m not trying to do anything, Miller. I know she did it.” Joel would like to punch him in the teeth, but instead he scoffs at the man, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Let’s just say for a minute that I’m living in the same delusional world that you are. How are you so sure that she did it, huh?” Matthew’s face stretches into a grin that doesn’t meet his bloodshot eyes at that.

“I know she did it– she did it to get back at me.” That makes Joel pause, and Matthew catches it, his grin splitting wider.

“She was jealous, you see. When I wouldn’t leave Maura for her, she got real upset. I guess she’s used to getting what she wants, but I’m a faithful man, and I wouldn’t look twice at that slu–” Joel doesn’t let him finish that sentence, grabbing him by his shoulders and driving him backward until his back slams against the wall of the stables.

“See, now I know you’re full of shit because she’s with me. She’s been with me all fucking summer, so I find your little story pretty hard to believe.”

“Not all the time.” Joel squints at him, keeping him pinned against the wall.

“Come again?”

“She wasn’t with you all the time, not during all her little house visits. Lemme tell you, Maura wasn’t the only one she was checking on.” He does it before he can think, his fist making contact squarely with Matthew’s jaw, the man groaning and doubling over, though Joel is quick to haul him up by his shirt collar.

“Listen to me, you keep my woman’s name out of your mouth. Do you understand me?” Matthew gives him no answer, his eyes squinting slits as Joel shoves him back against the wall. As he turns to leave, his eyes catch Mason’s, the man grinning as he watches the whole thing. The look makes Joel’s stomach twist, and it’s all he can do to walk away from the pair.

He doesn’t care that he’ll miss his shift. He needs to talk to her. Now.

Any patience, any gentleness, any carefulness has dissolved in his need to speak to her, and it clearly catches her by surprise when he comes barreling into her room, giving her shoulder a brusque squeeze that has her wide eyes looking up at him.

“Wha– I thought you were going to work.”

“We need to talk.”

“Joel, I’m really–”

“Tired. I know, but you can’t– I can’t– I need you to talk to me. I know that you’re hurting, but I need you here with me, or else I can’t, I can’t do anything to help.” She sits up at that, brow furrowed.

“What’re you talking about?” He sighs, sitting down on the edge of the bed, glancing at Stevie who has curled up on the pillow next to her.

“There’s– talk, around town.”

“Uh, yeah, I’m aware.”

“That isn’t what I meant– I mean– Matthew, Maura’s husband– he’s saying that you–” She cuts him off with a bitter laugh. “No.” 

“You don’t know what I was going to say.”

“It’s always the same– they’re always the same– he’s telling people I tried to fuck him, isn’t he?” The blunt crassness of her words coupled with her still blank eyes is unnerving to him. Even now, her voice is flat, no emotion to be found in her cool assessment of him.

“Not in so many words. He said that you had reason to want to– get back at him.” 

“And you believe him? You believe that I’d be capable of something like that?”

“I don’t, and I’ll fight this, whatever this is. But I need you here fighting with me. I can’t do this without you– and I can’t keep watching you– disappear right in front of me.” Silence, a heavy pall of it falls between them as she continues to stare at him, her hands clasped tightly in her lap.

“Maybe they’re right.” It comes out so hoarse, he almost thinks he didn’t hear her right.

“What?” 

“Maybe it is my fault, somehow. Maybe I-I– somehow– I– it’s my fault, my fault, all my fault–” Before she can dissolve any further, he takes her face in his hands, holding her steady.

“Don’t go there, darlin. I know you don’t really believe that. Remember what you told me? About when you held her?” Her eyes widen at that, and he feels something like hope lift off in his chest when she nods.

“She was– she was so small, Joel. And it wasn’t right, it was too early– and I knew it.” “And you did everything you could, right?” Another nod, her eyes narrowing into something like focus.

“I-I did. I did. But, it just happened. It was too early, and– and I don’t think anyone could’ve done anything to change it.”

“That’s right. It just happened. Ain’t anyone’s fault. Don’t let them get into your head, darlin. You and I know the truth, and Ellie, and Tommy, and Maria, and– Stevie.” The cat, who had been dozing on her pillow, lifts her head at that, letting out a questioning mrrp. It isn’t much, but her lips twitch into what could become a smile, eventually. He’ll take it.

“I think I’d like to get a shower now.”

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He could shout from the palpable relief he feels seeing her at the kitchen table, hair still damp from her shower, eating a plate of leftovers. It’s clear to him that she’s still not all there, still quiet, eyes endlessly downturned, movements slow and small. But she’s clean, she’s eating, and she’s even talking a little, and whatever has changed, Joel’s just glad that it did. He sits in the chair next to her, resisting the urge to stay as close to her as he can, afraid that she might float away if he doesn’t, but worried she’ll shut back down if he does. She sets her fork down and sits back in her chair, tilting her head to look at him, worry a perpetual crease between her brows.

“Could you come with me to the shop? I’d like to get a few of my things.” He nods, trying to keep his voice even when he responds, though inside he feels nothing but elation at her question.

“Of course, darlin. You just tell me when, and we’ll go.” 

“Could we– could we go now?” 

Though it caught him off guard, he scrambled to get them out the door before she changed her mind. He reckons it’s more for him than it is for her, the tight hold he keeps on her hand as they walk through town. For her part, she keeps her chin tilted down, eyes on each of her steps as they pass through the stream of stares and whispers. But she comes to a stuttering stop in front of the apothecary door, and Joel can’t help but smile.

“Dina and Ellie– they cleaned up the– mess. But it wouldn’t come all the way off, so they gave it a new coat of paint.” What once had been a plain white door is now painted a deep green, though it’s beyond Joel how Ellie managed to find that color. For a moment, she’s completely still, considering the door before her. And then, she squeezes his hand, and he knows that these tears of hers are different, no despair to be found.

“I’ll have to thank them for this.” 

Ellie has also been going to the shop in the afternoons everyday, taking care of the plants in her absence, another thing that seems to surprise her when she enters the shop, what could be a smile threatening a quiver in her lips. But he swears that the green goes a bit greener, leaves stretching out and lifting as she walks amongst them, reverential fingers checking here and there. She collects a few bottles and tins, a few books, tucking them into her bag, before checking what she explains with a quiet murmur is soap, curing on the counter of the back room. There’s no ease about this for her, he can tell in her skittish movements, her eyes glancing around like she’s waiting for something to happen, and she’s ready to leave in a flash. He hates it, that the space in which he had first met her, the space in which she had always been so at peace, now conjures this kind of fear in her. 

They return home as quick as they left, and he can see just how much it took out of her, the heavy slump to her shoulders, the unfocused haze falling back over her eyes as she sits down on the couch in the living room, her bag still slung over one shoulder. She lets him take the bag from her, setting it down on the floor. He moves tentatively, letting out a quiet sigh when she lets him pull her into his side on the couch, his arm wrapping around her tight. 

Wordlessly, she leans back in his hold, and he’s stunned into stillness when she tilts her chin up and brushes her lips against his. 

“Thank you, Joel. For everything, for dealing with me through all this.” 

“I’m not dealing with you. I’m taking care of you, you don’t have to thank me for that.” She presses another kiss to his lips, though he stops her when she tries to deepen it, holding her by her shoulders.

“I don’t– don’t think that’s a good idea right now.”

“Please, Joel– I just wanna feel something else for a little while. Just wanna feel you.” She presses a smattering of kisses to what skin she can get to beneath the collar of his shirt, and he sighs, already feeling himself dissolving under her touch. He knows this is probably a terrible idea, that whatever is going on in her head can’t possibly be good, but he also knows that whatever peace he can give her, he will in a heartbeat.

“Hey, hey, easy, darlin. Let’s go upstairs, alright? Lemme take care of you properly.” She lets him lead her upstairs, into his bedroom. She lets him lay her back on his bed, gentle and sweet as he undresses her. And she lets him take over when her trembling fingers fumble at the buttons of his shirt, shucking off his clothes as quickly as he can to keep contact with her. 

There are no words for this, the way their hands move over each other’s bodies, getting reacquainted with bare skin they had each mapped so well. He settles between the plush of her thighs, pressing a kiss into the soft skin before finally tasting her. She’s an endless tide of sighs, writhing above him as he works her over with his tongue. Her pleasure is his privilege, and he collects every whimper, every scrunch of her brow, every tensed muscle, tokens of what he can do for his woman. He can’t help the way his hips rut into the mattress beneath him, chasing whatever sensation he can find as he takes in the sight of her, the feel of her beneath his mouth. When she comes, it’s an unraveling, a slow tumble that he holds her steady through, his arms wrapped around her hips to hold her up to his mouth as he coaxes her through her pleasure. The first word to leave her lips as she comes down is his name, a breathless plea to come closer that he answers in kind, crawling up the bed to hover over her, their lips catching in a desperate tangle. 

Broken groans resound from both of them when he presses his hips forward, a dizzy prickle skittering up his spine as he settles into the heat of her. He lets his lips drag wherever he can, over her collarbone, the arc of her neck, her jaw, giving her a moment, waiting for her word.

“I’m not going to break, Joel.” The tone of her voice, certain and steeled, makes him lean back to catch her gaze.

“I know that, darlin. I know you aren’t.” 

“Then don’t treat me like I’m fragile. I want you to fuck me.” Truthfully, he has been treating her as if at any moment she could shatter. But the way that she’s looking at him, the steady heat of her gaze, the tick of her jaw, the way her nails are grazing up and down his back makes him feel like she’s coming back to him, and something inside him snaps at the thought.

He gives her what she wants, a push and pull that has them both sighing with each press of his hips into hers. He wants to leave marks, to stamp something permanent of him into her, and with the harsh grind of his hips, the desperate graze of his teeth along her chest, he thinks he’ll be successful in his desires, drawing whimpers out of her with the force he fucks her with.

Neither of them are making much sense, words slurred into skin, frantic coaxing to see each over the edge. 

That’s it, darlin.

S’good, huh?

It’s all yours, honey. Go on, take it. 

When she comes again, it’s with a shattered yelp of his name, her fingers pressing little moons into his shoulder blades as she crashes around him. She’s a fucking vision beneath him, tears streaking silver down her cheeks, her face a twist of pleasure, sobs that sing sweet for a change, and it’s enough to send him spiraling after her. He only realizes he’s crying when he sees his own tears smudged against her sternum, his forehead pressed against her collarbone as he catches his breath.

He goes to get up and grab something to clean her up with, but she doesn’t let him get far, pulling him back down by his shoulders and holding him against her. 

“Can we just stay like this for a little while, please?” The sigh he lets out at her question melts him even further into her, his arms wrapping her up and pulling her into a closer tangle. They’re a mess, sweat-damp skin sticking slick and his spend dripping onto the sheets beneath them, but he reckons he needs this as much as she does, burying his face in the junction of her neck and inhaling her deeply. 

She relaxes in his arms, muscles going slack against his, her fingers trailing shapes across his shoulder blades. He feels like for the first time in ages, he’s got her, he’s really got her.

…

Ellie won’t stop staring at her. The kid had stopped dead in her tracks when she got home and saw her and Joel in the kitchen, quietly fixing dinner. Joel had quickly shook his head at her, a silent plea to not make a big deal out of it. But if there’s one thing Ellie is not, it’s subtle, and she’s been staring at her for most of the meal like she might disappear if she takes her eyes away from her. If it’s bothering her, however, she doesn’t show it, still a bit hazy around the edges as they eat, leaving Joel to muster up whatever conversation he can, which is to say that most of the meal is spent in slightly tense silence while Ellie continues to stare at her, much to his chagrin. 

“I want to thank you, Ellie. I got to see today how you’ve been taking care of the shop. I really appreciate it and– just, thank you, kid.” Ellie’s eyes widen at her words, before softening with an emphatic nod.

“Yeah– I mean, of course. You, like, taught me well, and stuff. And I want you to know, if anyone else tries to mess with you, I will personally fuck them up–”

“Ellie.” 

“What? I’m just saying, geez.” Ellie lets out a huff at Joel, while he’s about ready to give her another lecture about her language, though his annoyance dissolves when his woman lets out a light laugh at the girl’s exclamation.

“Thanks, kid, but I don’t want you fucking anyone up for me. That’s not gonna be necessary, alright?” Ellie gives her a sheepish smile at that, a light moment that relieves whatever tightness had been in the air. But just as soon as they all seem to slump back into ease, the sound of someone knocking on the front door echoes through the house.

Joel excuses himself, a wordless plea for her and Ellie to stay put. He’s admittedly surprised to see that it’s Maria standing on his porch, a steely look on her face and her hands on her hips.

“We have a problem.”

“That son of a bitch started it.”

“I don’t care who started it, Joel. I’m gonna finish it, all of it. I’ve called a town meeting for tomorrow night. This can’t keep going on. It’s— people are asking me questions that I can’t answer. And I know Mason is getting people more worked up the longer this goes on.”

“Maria, she’s— she’s not ready for this.”

“She’s gonna have to be. I’m worried, Joel. The longer we let people talk, the more out of hand this’ll get and— I wouldn’t put it past some of those men to—try something.” He feels a cool prickle shoot up the back of his neck at Maria’s words, his mind going back to the night of the dance, the way Mason had grabbed her, and he knows that Maria is right, that something needs to be done now before it escalates. 

“There are people on her side too, Joel. It’s just– there’s so much talk going around that everyone’s too afraid to say anything otherwise. If we can hear her side, I know people will come forward. But if she stays holed up like this, people are just gonna keep talking.” 

“You’re right, Maria.” He hadn’t been expecting it, the sound of her voice startling him as he turns to look at her padding up behind him. She places a firm palm between his shoulder blades, a presence, a confirmation.

“Just tell me what time tomorrow, and I’ll be there.”

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[coldfanbou]

TM IS Side Story: Doctor's Orders

Short Side story for you.

Sana leans forward, giving your tip a kiss; she laughs before swallowing the head of your cock, and moving her tongue along the edges. You put your hand on her cheek, caressing her face as she masterfully uses her tongue to please you. Wanting her to feel good too, you gently pull her legs toward you. “Let’s try something new, Sana.” 

Sana stops what she’s doing, “Ooh, what did you have in mind?”

“This.” You reply as you grab her waist and lift her; Sana yelps as she’s suddenly flipped and being held upside down. Her head remains by your cock while her slit is now easily accessible to you. “This will be good for you. It’ll stretch your back. Just let me know when you want me to put you down.” Sana ignores you for the most part as she goes back to sucking on the head of your cock. The new position excites her, and you can see as much as her lips grow wet. You run your tongue along her slit, her lingerie designed to give that chance. Pushing your tongue inside her, you feel Sana squirm in your arms. Holding Sana becomes more difficult as she swallows more of your cock, her bobbing head making you moan as her tongue twirls around your shaft. You start thrusting your hips; Sana takes it well as you push your cock down her throat. Her moans only add to your pleasure as you feel her throat vibrate along your shaft. You continue to eat out, Sana; she smushes you between her thighs. You both near your climax and start to go a bit faster; you lap at Sana cunt’s, playing with her clit and forcing her to cum at the same time as you. Sana presses herself against your body and tries to drink your cum, but being upside down makes it difficult, and most of it ends up on the floor. 

You quickly lay Sana back down on the bed, your last few shots of cum spurting out onto her face and chest. You hear Sana laugh as she rubs your cum into her skin. Sana spins herself around and spreads her legs, “Daddy, I think I want another baby. Can you give me one?” Sana spreads her lips and looks at you with pleading eyes. “I want to give our baby boy a sister.” You play along with Sana, her talk about wanting to get pregnant again turning you on. You press your cock against her cunt, and slide in with ease. Sana throws her head back and groans. You start moving inside Sana, feeling your cock drag along her walls, “Just think, soon I’ll have a big belly, and my tits are going to be full of milk. Can you imagine that? Me riding you when I’m farther along.” You get harder inside Sana, thinking about her riding you when she has a swollen belly. She laughs, noticing you got harder, “You really like that idea, don’t you, Daddy?” 

You and Sana go a few rounds, changing positions often. Every time, you make sure to give Sana a big creampie before continuing on. From outside the room, Jihyo and Mina are listening. They laugh hearing you two go at it. Sana’s scream of pleasure to get them to think about her condition, though. “I’m glad Sana is feeling better, but…do you think that she’s really taking care of herself?”

“I’m sure she’s fine, Mina. We just have to be there for her and make sure she’s eating well. I’m sure he can handle keeping her stress-free.” Jihyo says with a chuckle.  “Sana knows she can rely on us. Come on, let’s leave the love birds alone.” 

Back with you and Sana, you’re being much gentler. You’re slowly moving inside of Sana while your hands trace her body, and you caress her belly. She wraps her arms around you lovingly, her legs squeezing you to tell you she’s close. “You’re going to be a great mom, Sana.” You groan as you bury your cock in her and push more of your semen into her pussy. Sana’s body stiffens as she reaches her climax; she pulls you in for a kiss. Your bodies melt together as you roll onto the bed and pull out of Sana, your cum rushing out of her. “Maybe I should put this back in.” You say before sliding your cock back into her, keeping your cum inside. 

Sana smiles at you, “You’re going to be a great Daddy to our baby.” She says before yawning. Sana lays her head on your chest, her small hands right beside her head as she drifts off to sleep.

[bang-bang-gang]

wrestling opinions

i got so extremely GRUMPY in the last two months even THINKING about that specific section of the iwc that was so adamantly fantasy booking swerve to lose to ospreay at all in (or even before wembley!) that i haven’t been in the mood to fantasy book feuds for swerve during his reign, or think about who will be the one to end it. but now that things are safe, i wanna get into some of all that!!

potential to take the title off him:

hangman. ok listen i see the people going “i dont want swerve’s reign to be all about hangman :/” and i hear love and respect you but i am not that strong. i know theyve already wrestled half a dozen times. they need to do it again and they need to fight forever and they need to be put into a dysfunctional tag team against their will a la adamjf and swerve needs to ask where hangman’s wedding ring went and hangman needs to ask what swerve’s necklace with the letter “A” means and i need them to make out sloppy style in the middle of the ring. anyway where was i. oh yeah the fantasy booking. so okay if hangman wins the owen, he faces off against swerve in wembley. wembley’s too soon for swerve to lose the belt, but, all in 2023 ended on a happy note maybe all in 2024 should end on a BAD note where half the fans go home pissed off. if that’s the case then i need hangman to do some real scumbag heel shit before that time. if hangman loses at wembley, i can still see him coming back AGAIN another few months down the line, maybe having a little redemption arc before, and finally beat him.

bryan danielson. here’s the only actual prediction in this entire post: i think if bryan wins the owen, he wins the title off swerve (against his will lol) and he loses it to swerve again in a rematch at wrestledream.

eddie kingston. FUCKING hell. i genuinely felt they were building to him being a serious title contender sometime in the not-so-far future when he lost all three of his belts in quick succession. i am so sad that he got injured. i am still holding out hope that he takes the belt off swerve somewhere way far down the line.

feuds that seem fun:

moxley. i may die if i never see them feud properly. though i don’t want mox near the world title and swerve absolutely doesn’t need the put-over-by-moxley treatment, so this one would maybe be more fun *after* he loses the title.

orange cassidy. fuck should i move this one to the first category? i dont really see him as a serious title contender but maybe i should?

jay white. pleaaase this would be so fun.

wheeler yuta. i am smushing my faves together like barbie dolls in my head and no one can stop me.

keith lee. praying to whatever god is listening that he is healthy enough one day.

nick wayne. yes again. idk i just think itd be funny.

wildcards:

miu watanabe. she would put him in a giant’s swing and he would enjoy it.

jeff jarrett. do not ask for whom the bree woos; it woos for thee.

willow nightingale. if aew ever does real intergender matches and this isn’t the first on the schedule, they’ve fucked up majorly.

jamie hayter. bryan danielson finds out about the nefarious plot where he wins the belt at wembley and walks out last minute seething from the disrespect. jamie hayter was slated for a surprise run-in after mariah beats toni for the belt later in the main event, but she is a surprise opponent for swerve taking bryan’s place.

thekla. au where swerve becomes an idol (barely an au tbh he’s halfway there) and together with nana he’s out of control with the hand signals and the dances so someone calls up the idol killer.

feuds that seem inevitable that i’m not excited about: chris jericho mjf malakai black. probably others

[jcbbby]

Can you please make a Kit Marlowe one-shot of him and the reader being friends and they go to a party and the reader get a little bit too drunk so he takes them back to his place and things get a  spicy and they become some more? (If you’re up to it after everything that happened and if you’re not comfortable that’s fine too) I love your work and I need more of it ❤️

first of all omg you’re so sweet 💖 thank you so much for being thoughtful after my lil incident, but I’m doing okay now! I’m happy to fulfill this request for you!! I am such a sucker for Kit, he holds a special place in my heart hehe. and AH! stahpppp, thank you so much, that final comment made my day 😭😭 I hope you enjoy this! (lowkey I think I put my whole Kitussy into this) I luv u 🫶

Warnings: SMUT but like…poetic romantic smut? idk, still smut, so 18+, get off my lawn minors!!! friends to lovers, p in v sex, unprotected sex (I mean it’s the 1500s, so…), use of candle wax during sex 🫣, alcohol. probably some historical inaccuracies.

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It had been a long night of drinking, dancing, and entertainment. One of the wealthier Londoners was having a party and your friend Kit Marlowe had brought you along. The party was one of the more rowdy ones you’d been to, and the wine and ale were flowing freely for hours. Admittedly, you should have eaten more before arriving, but the day had been busy with errands you needed to run around town before getting ready for the night. After quite a few cups of wine, you were feeling light and bubbly, engaging in conversations with everyone and stumbling over your feet as you tried to dance to the flautist hired to entertain.

Taking a break for a moment you and Kit stood over in the corner for a peaceful moment in this sea of chaos. You leaned slightly too far left against the wall, losing your balance, hitting the floor with a thud and a quick shriek when you made impact. Kit watched the clumsy moment in real time, but his reaction was hindered by the wine, as he reached for you a little too late. You lay spilled over on the floor, your hair fallen over your face, as you giggled uncontrollably at your fumble.

“Oh, my word…” Kit heartily laughed along with you. “Here, let me help you up.”

He bent down, holding his hand out to you. Flopping yourself upward, you grabbed his hand and tried to pull yourself up. Your flimsy body was a little more uncontrollable than he had accounted for, and he soon found himself stumbling forward, falling over on top of you. The two of you giggled into one another at the state of yourselves.

“Oh Kit, we’re a mess!” You squeaked through your laughter.

“We? Darling, I was doing well until you insisted on having another round. You’ve corrupted me, you deviant!” He joked, clamoring his way on to his knees and using the wall to stand back up.

Securing his stance against the wall, he took both of your arms and pulled you to your feet. You collided with his chest, lingering against him as he held your arms still. He smelled like lavender. You closed your eyes, feeling a wave of emotion slip over you, likely enhanced by the alcohol.

“You’re a good friend, Kit.” You said, your face smushed against his chest.

“Oh, come now, let’s not get sentimental.” He chuckled, patting the back of your head gently. “Why don’t we make our way back to my house, hm? I’m closer than yours.”

You nodded as you pulled away from him. Linking arms on your way out, you walked through the streets together, zig-zagging your path; the wine still hindering your balances. Arriving at Kit’s doorstep, he swung the door open, holding it for you as you staggered inside. He followed behind you, closing the door behind himself.

“Let me start a fire, it’s a bit cold.” He placed a hand on your shoulder as he walked past. “Please, get comfortable. You can stay if need be.” He smiled.

You followed him to the fireplace, plopping down on the thick bearskin rug in front of it. You watched him intently as he him as he placed a couple logs down and struck a match. He first lit a few candles on the table behind you, before tossing the match onto the logs in the fireplace. He struck another, quickly tossing that one in as well. He poured a small amount of old wine from a cup that sat on the mantle on to the meager flame; it quickly rose, sending a blast of heat out into the room before settling down into a crackling, low burn. Kit rubbed his hands together, walking over to where you sat and lowering himself down next to you, stretching his legs out in front of him and leaning back on his hands. You still shivered, as the alcohol had thinned your blood, rendering you susceptible to the chilly fall air.

“I’m sorry it’s so drafty in here.” Kit frowned. “Here-“ He reached for a blanket that lay in a heap on the floor. He put one end around your shoulders, scooting closer to you as he draped the other end around his own shoulders. “Better?”

You nodded, smiling. “That’s better.”

He smiled, turning to look at the fire. You still held your gaze on him. Kit had been one of your closest friends for some time now, but something about being here with him, wrapped in a blanket in front of a fire…it felt different. He was always so gentle and caring with you, while often cold and short with others, even others he had called his friends. It always made you feel special, like you had charmed a cobra snake. He made you feel special. Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was this moment of innocent intimacy, but you felt awfully overwhelmed with passion.

“You know…you really are a good friend. I meant that before.” His head turned at the sound of your voice, meeting your eyes.

He smiled, snorting slightly, leaning his shoulder against yours. “Oh, you sweet little thing. Your head is clouded with drink…but alas, so is mine, and you’re a good friend too.” He smiled a toothy smile.

Without a second thought, you turned yourself into him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders in a hug, burying your face against his neck. For a moment, he was stunned. It was rare that he was embraced like this. Slowly, he brought his arms around your back, applying comforting pressure around you, coming to rest his cheek against your head with a slight smile.

“I love you, Kit.” You whispered to him.

His smile fell as his eyes widened. “Oh…no, you don’t mean that…you’re just drunk, love.” He patted your back.

You pulled yourself away from him, bringing your knee over his outstretched legs to the other side of him. Now straddling him, you met him at eye level. Your arms rested over his shoulders. He stared back into your eyes, and you felt his breathing pick up. You shook your head.

“No, no. I mean, I am drunk. But I do…” Your heart raced, your glance shifting between his eyes and his mouth. “I-I…I love you.”

Before Kit could respond, your lips were hungrily pressed against his, as if you were trying to press your words into his mouth physically. To your pleasure, Kit quickly brought his hands back around you, pulling you in tightly, kissing you back with the same intensity. Your hands raked up through his hair, as his hands slid up and down your body. You both breathed heavily into each other, overcome with desire for one another. Quiet, sweet moans vibrating from both of your throats, taking turns biting at the other’s lips.

Kit slowly lowered himself back onto the rug, rolling the two of you over so that he was now on top of you. He lifted his head, pulling from your lips, causing you to quietly whimper. He brought his hand up to your cheek, running his thumb along your bottom lip before lowering his mouth just centimeters from yours.

“I love you too...” He met your lips again, full of want. He then moved down into the crook of your neck, kissing and suckling just above where your neck met your shoulder. “I love you.” He whispered against you.

“Kit...” You breathed. “Oh Kit, I need you, please.”

“I’m yours, darling…I’m all yours.” He kissed down to your chest, nuzzling into your bosom.

You reached down, taking fistfuls of the bottom of his shirt, pulling it greedily up towards his head. He assisted you, ducking down so that you could pull it over his head and arms. You tossed it to the side, and he rolled the two of you back over again, so you were on top, bringing you back to connect with his lips. As he slipped his tongue into your mouth, he reached around to undo the buttons of your dress that kept your flesh hidden from him. You felt him harden beneath you as your ache for him between your thighs grew with each unclasp of the dress you were caged in. You began grinding your hips against him, hoping to feel some sort of relief.

“God…” He moaned into your mouth, his fingertips pressing into your back.

Losing the patience to undo the remaining buttons, he resorted to aggressively ripping the material open; the sounds of tearing and buttons hitting the floor mixed with your breathing and soft moans.

The top half of the dress fell around you, allowing you to slide your arms from the sleeves. You adjusted yourselves to sit upright, the top of the dress falling away, exposing your bare chest. Kit breathed for a moment, taking in the sight of your perfect breasts, before ducking down to kiss and nip at the sensitive flesh. You moaned sweetly, your head resting to one side as he ran his tongue over your nipples.

You reached between the both of you, working with one hand to undo his trousers, just enough to free his hardened length. You stroked him slowly as he worked his tongue on your nipples, coaxing shallow, breathy moans from him; his hot breath against your skin making your already desperate pussy throb, your body begging to be one with his.

Kit began pushing you back down onto the rug, hands moving to collect your disheveled dress at your waist. He guided your hips up as he slid the garment down over them and your legs, now revealing all of you to him.

“A goddess…” He leaned down, placing sloppy kisses across your lower abdomen. “An angel who has been heaven sent to me.”

“But I have only been made an angel by your sacred touch.” You whispered.

He placed a kiss over your pubic bone, teasing a finger against your eager cunt, tracing a delicate line up your slit that was already slick with your intense desire. Your breath hitch as he pressed his finger to your clit, working fast, tight circles. Moans of his name fell from your lips as you threw your head back and your eyes fell shut.

For a few moments, the only thing in the entire world to you was his touch. But suddenly, a white-hot sensation upon your stomach stung you back down to earth; though it quickly faded to a comforting, warm, and pleasurable feeling that only elevated your ecstasy. Opening your eyes and looking back up to Kit, you watched as in his other hand, he held one of the candles that was on the table, now angled over your body. You gasped as the hot wax dripped off, landing this time against your thigh. He grinned with delight as you shuddered in pleasure while he continued to circle your clit and the wax cooled against you.

“Sealing in my devotion to you. A love letter, darling.” He said quietly, dripping another pool of wax over your chest, before setting the candle back down.

Your back arched as you ground your hips against his hand, biting your lip.

“Kit…Kit please…make love to me….I need you.” You whined, taking his hand away from you, dangerously close to coming undone, but desperate to feel him inside you when you did.

He leaned down to tenderly kiss you as he pushed his trousers the rest of the way down his legs, tossing them to the side, before coming to rest over your body with his weight on top of you. He pulled back from your lips, taking a moment to look into your eyes. Your hands came up to rest on the back of his head, staring back at him with glassy, blown out eyes, full of passion and full of desire. Kit briefly glanced down, positioning himself to line up with your entrance before slowly easing inside. A shuddered moan escaped his lips as he bottomed out, eyes fluttering shut as he began to move, slow and heavy.

“You feel so perfect…you are so perfect.” He breathed, dipping down into the crook of your neck again, leaving soft bites as he thrusted.

Your fingertips pressed into his back, leaving shallow crescent-shaped indents from your nails over his skin. His nibbling and kisses along your skin grew more haphazard as he continued slowly and deeply grinding into you, grunting softly. Your legs found their way around his hips, crossing over the small of his back, pulling him even closer to you as if your body were just trying to absorb every inch of him.

“Darling, faster...please…” You whined out, your head falling back.

His rhythm picked up, as his mouth sloppily came to meet yours, his tongue furiously plunging in. You moaned into each other’s mouths, along with quick, hot breaths. The pressure in your core was starting to build, inching closer to your release with each buck of his hips into you. Your hands clamored their way over his back, digging your nails now firmly into him.

“Oh, my love…” He ducked his head back down to your shoulder, sweet moans falling from his mouth against you.

“Kit I-I’m…oh god-” Your back arched as you gasped.

You felt yourself spilling over into euphoria, crying out in your pleasure as you clenched around him inside you, holding him impossibly close with your arms and legs. Following in just mere seconds, he came undone as well, spilling out inside of you. The warmth of him filling you only adding to the ecstasy you were in. You felt his teeth against your skin, open mouth pressed against your shoulder as his breathing shallowed and sounds of his own pleasure caught in his throat. You held each other tightly, quivering together, letting the waves crash over before settling into stillness. You lay there, eyes closed, breathing slowly, but still heavily. You felt him crane his neck up to kiss you gently on your jaw, generating a quiet, content smile across your face.

He slipped out of you, gently rolling himself next to you on the rug. He reached for the blanket that had fallen to a heap once again on the floor, throwing it out in front of him and letting it fall over the both of you. His arms pulled you in, allowing you to rest your head against his chest. No words were spoken for a few moments, just the low crackling of the fire, as he stroked your hair. You took a deep breath, and let it out with a smile against his warm flesh, nuzzling into him.

“I love you." You said quietly, eyes fluttering closed as you grew tired.

"I love you, I always have darling." He kissed the top of your head, holding you against him as you both floated away into slumber.

[eggcompany]

Alex Genya (I love him so much)

Alex Genya, an omega, working on a yacht had fallen into a heat off the coast of georgia. Eleven days in heat forced him to a heat center. Well Doctor Grimes and a wonderful Alpha named Daryl are there to take care of him. Heat sex and cute Alex Genya ensues.

“H-hey” The boy said as he weakly walked into the empty building. “ Southern Host Omegan Facility ” the only 24/7 heating center within fifteen miles of the shitty motel Alex had been crashing at.

A woman stepped out from the back with a surprised look on her face. She was short, shorter than Alex but looked strong. 

“Hi honey, I didn’t hear you come in. What can I do you for?” She asked and sat down at her desk and typed into her computer. 

“I’ve been heating for uh um like eleven days now.” Alex said as his legs shook. He grabbed onto the counter for support. His legs felt like jelly and his stomach felt like there were knots just being pulled tighter and tighter. The woman looked calm as she typed away at her computer. Clicking a few things with her mouse. 

“Oh goodness, are you in distress or did a mate leave?” The woman asked and looked the boy over. Younger, very handsome, strong looking in his tank top, good color, slightly sweaty so probably fevering, and very dilated pupils. Probably a case of suppressant over use or fever heat. Neither are very hard to treat, luckily. 

“No, no, nothin changed. I work on a uh a boat and I started my heat and they had to dock to let me off. They payin’ for my motel.” Alex explained and grabbed the counter as a wave hit him in the stomach. He just panted and tried to keep his breaths even. 

“Okay, alright. We see this in tourists sometimes. It’s the time change and the environment. Where are you from baby?” The woman said and typed away at her computer. Alex felt a little better knowing he wasn’t, ya know, dying. 

“New York” Alex mumbled and let his forehead rest against the cool counter. He was so tired. So tired and in pain and sweaty and hot and freezing cold and ugh shitty. He felt like such shit. 

“Yep that’s far enough to do it.” The woman said and nodded as she typed at her computer. Alex groaned and rolled his face over so his nose was sort of smushed against the cool white countertop. 

“Okay, name” The woman said and looked at the boy. She almost laughed at the way his nose was so crooked against the counter and his hair was such a disaster. 

“Alex Genya” 

The woman went through the questions with ease and swiftness. Alex just tried to listen and actually speak without just groaning and passing out. He had started to shake and he could feel the pad in his pants start to get over soaked. He felt gross, he’d gone more than two hours without a shower. 

The woman stood up and he didn’t even notice. He was just trying to keep his legs under him. 

“Alright that’s it honey. I’m gonna bring a wheelchair around and call in our doctor. We’re gonna get you in an exam room while I set up an overnighter. Alright, Alex?” The woman said and touched the boys back as she made her way to a small closet to pull a chair out. 

“Yes, ough, yes ma’am” Alex grunted out and felt sweat roll down his stomach. Everything was getting too fuzzy. Too far away. And way, way, way, way, way, too warm . 

As soon as the nurse got him near the cot in the exam room Akex was curling up on it on his side. He cradled his stomach and squeezed his thighs together. It was on the worse side of too much now and tears picked at his eyes and his throat felt thick. He just wanted to push his fingers back into himself and try to soothe the ache but the nurse was still there flittering around doing whatever the fuck she was doing. 

The boy settled for rubbing his hips and stomach until the nurse left with a swift “ I’ll be right back, dear.” . He just groaned and closed his eyes. Maybe he could just fucking explode if he focused hard enough. 

Unfortunately he couldn’t make himself implode. The nurse returned with some things she set on the counter by his head. 

“Alright. Doctor Grime is on call so he’ll be coming in. He’s one of our best. He’s a beta, he used to be an officer but was injured and he became an advocate for natural heating and an omegan specialist. He’s really nice and will help you either find someone to help you heat or give you a heat suppressant until you decide what to do. Do you need anything? How about you drink some water for me?” The nurse explained and the boy nodded enthusiastically. He’d been living off of vending machine sodas and a case of shit beers. 

The nurse came back with a few ice cold waters, one of which Alex took and immediately started chugging. 

“Alright. There’s that, here’s a blanket if you want it, and here’s the gown you need to put on.” The nurse said and put the water on the tray by the cot, and set the gown and blanket on the foot of the cot. 

Alex just groaned and squeezed his thighs together. His slick was thick and slowed down over the last two days. Now it just felt sticky and gross. He felt so gross and didn’t want to sit in his gross slick underwear anymore. He also didn’t wanna just free slick either because then he’d be making a mess… Who cares he didn’t have to clean it. 

As soon as the nurse left he shucked his clothes and put on the gown but laid back down, this time on his back with his knees up and his feet flat. It was the most comfortable way he could lay. His stomach clenched and he felt himself slick a little. He quickly drank the other three bottles of water but they only made him feel more thirsty.

“Hey buddy are you doin’ alright? Oh, how about some more waters yeah? Doctor Grimes is on his way.” The nurse asked when she returned some time later. 

“Yes please.” Alex mumbled and pressed his hands low on his stomach. He knew the gown was getting wet by then and the cot was going to be a mess when he got up but he was too hot, too cold, and too fuzzy brained to even fathom worrying about that. He was too far woozy to care. 

“Hey, Mister Genya..?” Said a southern sweet voice from the door nearly half an hour later. Alex felt his stomach clench in a completely different way and his internal muscles relaxed a bit. He bit it bottom lip and hummed. The man chuckled and started moving around, washing his hands and getting gloves and such. 

“I’m Doctor Grimes. Carrie said you’ve been having a hard time. Wanna tell me about it while I get ready?” He said and Alex had to think for a long moment. He had to stick all the words together and the words kept swimming away…

“Um… I was workin’ and I started feelin’ like shit and we were gonna stop in the gulf but I- it fuckin hit me like uh a fuckin semi truck and um we stopped and I been at a motel and fuck it’s fucked me up. I been layin in bed and I feel bad and it ain’t even my time yet. ‘S heavy. ‘S heavy and achy and fuckin bad.” Alex tried to explain and turned his head to the doctor when he was done. 

Pretty doctor. Pretty blue eyes and pink lips and not too tall but not short and trim and and very pretty. Alex stared at him for a moment, mouth slightly open but he didn’t realize. 

The doctor nodded and looked at the younger man as he read through his chart. Carrie had made a note at the top that just read “ Very cute and very polite!” . Rick read through it and looked back at the boy. 

“Alright Alex, can you just tell me how it feels? Does it feel heavy or does it feel stabby? Do you have any burning or unusual pains?” The doctor asked, trying to get an idea of what’s up with the kid. Carrie thought it was probably travelers fever but that usually happened to older more seasoned omegas. 

“It’s heavy, real fuckin heavy but I’m so empty.” Alex whined morosely and frowned. Just being around someone so… He just felt more and more fuzzy around the edges. He felt manic inside but his body was too tired. 

“Alright. That sounds like AHD which is atmospheric heating disruption which is easy to fix, just some medications and a knotting should help.” The older man said and sat down on a tall rolling stool and rolled over to by beside Alex while the boy laid on his back. Alex was huffing and swaying a bit back and forth. He stared at the doctor’s pretty face and felt slick just pooling around his ass. 

“I don’t gotta mate or nothin. Just hurtin’” The boy explained and moved his hands to his side. He really wanted to just grab onto the doctor, hold on, beg him to make it better. Let the tiny part of his brain begging to cry and be coddled like a baby take over. 

The doctor clasped his hands between his knees. 

“That’s totally understandable. Are you open to having someone come in or would you rather use an automatic knotting seat? It’s totally up to you.” Doctor Grimes explained and took in the boy. 23 years old, strong muscular build, cute face, long bouncy curly hair, a bit of short baby scruff, and shaky hands. He was a handsome strong looking young man, healthy weight, healthy build, good color. A deeper flush covered his face for a moment as he looked to a picture on the wall. 

“I wouldn’t- it would be- yeah please someone can come here please. Don’t like it rough.” Alex struggled through. Doctor Grimes nodded and rolled his chair back to the phone on the wall. Alex just stayed still and tried not to think about someone touching him. Someone strong and confident and kind and with a thick hot- He tried not to think about that because it would only make it worse. He heard the doctor talking on the phone for a moment

“Yeah Carrie can you go ahead and call Daryl in, I think he’s the best fit and he’ll be up at this hour. Yes. Thank you.” The doctor said and turned back to Alex who was panting a bit. He found that yeah, yeah Carrie was right. He is a cutie. 

The doctor approached the cot slowly, just careful. It was always best to be cautious and careful with someone who’s been in heat this long. 

“Alright Alex, can I get you up on this table? Once we’re done here I’ll wheel you over to the inpatient room and you can get comfy there before our alpha gets here. He’s a sweetheart, his name is Daryl. I’ve known him for a long time, he’s really gentle.” Doctor Grimes said and helped the boy stand once he nodded and sat up. They walked a few steps and Alex got up on the table. Alex was panting and his legs were shaking. The doctor stood there stayed there for a moment with his hands out incase Alex fell from the table or 

“Alright. Take a minute to breathe. I wanna take a look at your stomach, and then I’ll have you put your feet up. If everything checks out as AHD I’ll have to give you a small injection in your hip and a suppository. The shot doesn’t hurt, I'll use numbing spray.” The doctor said and pulled over the stool and a rolling tray with a few sterile tools on it. 

Alex laid there and slowed down his breathing. He was really trying to ignore the fact he was dripping onto the padded table. His mind was dizzy, he was farther away from the floor and that really didn’t help. He had a flicker of worry and he looked at the doctor with wide eyes. He had to figure out what he was worrying about first and then figuring out how to say it so he stared at the doctor for a long moment. 

“Um, did the receptionist lady tell you I’m on Vertophill?” Alex finally got out and Dr. Grimes nodded and rubbed the boy’s shoulder. 

“Yes she did, so if it’s AHD you’ll have to get a lesser dose of the injection.” The doctor said and the boy relaxed. Alex nodded and relaxed to lay on the exam table. He breathed and his head got a bit fuzzier. It’s okay.

The doctor raised his stool up so he could sit and still be able to see what he needed. Alex was relaxed which made it easy for doctor Grimes to lift and place both of the boy’s ankles in the cushioned stirrups. 

“I’m sorry ‘bout the mess” Alex said as he felt his slick running down his bum and could hear as a few dripped onto the floor. The doctor had of course placed down a pad before even moving the boy. 

“ No, need. Don’t even think about it. Now can I lift your gown?” The doctor asked and that was really all Alex could hear before his mind short circuited in some weird way. He didn’t need to be there anymore, strong confident alpha got him. 

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“Hey, Alex? Can I come in my name’s Daryl.” Alex heard after a few knocks at his door. He was laying in a nice comfy bed. He couldn’t really recall much of anything; he just felt warm. Cozy warm and like he could just curl up in a lap and sleep and cuddle. He didn’t feel manic anymore, he felt more empty but lighter. He just had his own hands on himself, rubbed the skin of his own chest, his own thighs, his own stomach. He really liked when people touched his stomach. It felt nice.

“Yuh yeah” Alex croaked out and pulled his hands away and listened to the person entering the room behind him. The door opened, shut, and some light footsteps. 

“Hey there, Rick told me he had a special patient tonight. How’re you feelin?” Said the voice. It was gruff, rough, with a sweet southern twang that most of the people around had had. Alex groaned and put his hands abc on his own belly where it felt like a hole was dug. 

“Like beat shit.” Alex said. He did feel beat. Tired and empty and like he could lay there forever. 

“Yeah I understand. Can you look over here for me, lemme see your face.” Daryl asked and Alex hummed and rolled onto his other side. A man was leaning against the counter in the room. Alex took him in for a moment. He was older with shoulder long wavy perfect brown hair, broad shoulders and thick arms, thin squinty eyes, and a scruffy face. Alex looked at him, he wasn’t dressed very tidily. He was wearing dark jeans, worn work boots, and a dark almost black green thermal looking long sleeve. Handsome, strong, warm looki- Alex caught sight of his hands gripping the edge of the counter lightly. Big hands, warm looking work worn hands. That’s the ticket. 

“How old are you?” Alex asked as he eyed the way his hands squeezed the counter. Watching the way his arms flexed under the shirt. Strong big arms…

“43. I'm twenty years older than you. Do you wanna wait-” Daryl started. He wouldn’t get near the omega if Alex thought he wasn’t suitable. Hell he wouldn’t want to get shoved near an omega if he was unsuitable. Alex sat up and his breath got shorter. 

“Are you gonna take your clothes off or um do we both have to keep our clothes on?” Alex asked and really hoped clothes could come off because he was getting sick again and this time it wasn’t thick. It was perfect to take a knot. 

“You can take the gown off and I’ll take as much off as you feel comfortable with.” Daryl said with a smile. Seeing such a cute young man be so willing. Daryl loved this part. Loved seeing omegas get what they needed. Loved being told he’s suitable. Loved the love, the attention, the intimacy. 

Alex was already pulling the flimsy gown off of his body and Daryl moved to slowly walk over to the bed. He kicked off his shoes by the time Alex had wrestled the fabric off of him. 

“All of it. I wanna feel skin. I wanna… please knot me.” Alex whined and looked up at Daryl. He had such deep chocolate eyes the older man could really just dive into them. But the boy was pushing at his clothes and Daryl hated to make him wait. 

“Alright. That’s alright baby, just lay back.” Daryl said in the most comforting voice. Alex melted, his eyes fogging up and his bottom becoming a mess of slick. 

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“Look at all this hair” Daryl mouthed at his best friend and doctor as he wrote on a chart. Alex was dead asleep snuggled into Daryl’s side. His mop of hair covering Daryl’s chin and bottom lip. It had been a wonderful few hours taking care of the omega and Daryl was glad that Alex was fairly simple and had fairly simple needs. 

Daryl was having an easy time with Alex and could barely get over how cute the young man was. 

The noises he made when Daryl mouthed at his ears were something Daryl couldn’t even start to describe. How he’d clenched up and whined when Daryl fondled at his chest made Daryl only want to spend more time with the younger man. Daryl could pass out thinking about the noise Alex had made when he had finally presented, ass up with his hands grabbing at the plain white sheets and his face in the mattress, and Daryl had used one hand to try and support the boy’s stomach and hips. Alex had released his own spend at the pressure on his lower stomach, just above his cock. 

Alex was really something else. 

“I know! Too cute, took his meds like a champ too.” Rick whispered back with a smile. Alex had been such a good patient. He was receptive and well behaved and asked questions and said what he wanted. The young man was just dealing with a normal case of AHS, he was quite healthy and quite a sweet young man. 

“He’s really something else. Gotta send him off with a special care package. I’ll do a check back once he gets settled back up north. Maybe we can see him again, he’s really something else.” Daryl said and rubbed Alex’s back. He thought about how he had such soft skin all over and even on his sun tanned shoulders and arms. 

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Alex was feeling so much better. He was full, he was rested, and he was in the care of such a perfect alpha. He was in the middle of his third knotting when he was getting a bad feeling again. His stomach was feeling pinchy and his arms were feeling pulled and his throat was dry and his nose was stingy. 

He was laying on his stomach, legs spread and knees bent so his feet were up. Daryl was over him, fucking him in nice long tempo thrusts, kissing his neck and mouthing at his ears. 

He was almost there, almost able to take the knot he could feel pulling on his hole every time Daryl pulled out. 

But he just couldn’t get there . 

“I’m too cold, I can’t, I’m gonna cramp, please, please , I’m too cold” Alex cried out and thumped his fists against the mattress. Daryl shushed him and pulled back so he was fully seated into the boy’s body. 

“Alright, alright puppy, do you want your hoodie or a blanket?” Daryl asked and spotted where Alex had a brown jacket shoved near his pillow and where the blanket was shoved to the foot of bed behind him. Alex was letting out a whine each breath out. 

“Socks, I want socks want- want socks please” Alex whined and turned his head to look at Daryl. His eyes were so pretty. Tears of pleasure almost ready to fall, beautiful brown eyes blown nearly black, Daryl couldn’t help but nod and rub at the boy’s meaty sides. That was something Daryl loved about Alex, he had some meat on his bones. 

“Alright lay flat I’m gonna reach your phone and call Doctor Grimes, he’ll pull some out of the warmer for you.” Daryl explained and looked at the large call phone that was beside the headboard, he’d have to stretch over Alex to reach it since they were near the middle of the bed, if Alex put his feet down they’d be hanging off. 

“Ah~ daddy” Alex moaned loudly as Daryl leaned over him, pushing his cock impossibly deeper. The younger man shook and tears coated the bottoms of his eyes. It was what made him feel fullest. He was filled with a flush of warmth, his brain flicked off and he couldn’t hear, couldn’t move, and he didn’t care whatsoever. 

He definitely didn’t hear Daryl talking. 

“Hey Rick, we need a pair of toasty socks. I’d say green, yeah. He’ll be alright.” Daryl said into the white phone and put it back and kissed down Alex’s neck. The boy was jelly under him, not moving, not making any noise. Sated. 

Daryl pulled back a small but and suddenly the younger was a live wire. 

“Daddy, so deep, I’m cold, I’m cold.” Alex cried out and panted, moving his hands so he could push himself up but Daryl pressed his forehead into the back of his neck lightly, pinning. 

“I know baby it’s just hormones. The socks are gonna help. You’re alright. Gotta get you forward though okay?” Daryl explained and got his hands under Alex light yet sturdy body. His hands splayed all under Alex’s tender pecs. Alex had no idea what Daryl was saying but really didn’t care. 

“Mmhmmm…” Alex moaned and panted. He’d do anything. Anything those big warm hands guided him to do. 

He was pulled up onto his hands and knees, Daryl kneeling behind him. He immediately started to slump his front down but Daryl pushed his chest up. Thumbs so close to his nipples he felt on fire, he twitched and his knees tried to draw up to his chest but he couldn’t quite manage. 

“On your knees honey, yeah sweetheart up on your knees, you’re just gonna sit in my lap. Sit in daddy’s lap baby” Daryl instructed and gently leaned back until he was sitting and Alex was sitting on his lap. Daryl’s legs were straight and flat on the bed and Alex’s were spread over them, cocked outwards so his toes pointed inward but his legs were still far apart. 

Alex was slumped forward a little bit looking down at where they were connected, almost connected. Daryl just rubbed Alex’s thighs with one hand and another messaging at his pecs and making sure the omega wouldn’t fall forward or fall off the bed. He was just looking down as if he could stare hard enough he might be able to see where the alpha’s cock was buried inside. 

A knock at the door. 

“Hey fella, somebody needs some warm socks? Toes need a toastin’?” Rick said in his quiet bedside manner voice. Alex didn’t look up until Rick was sitting on the very edge of the head of the bed. 

“Alex, can I put these on you?” Rick asked more sternly, really wanting the boy to look up. He’d had a few moments of unresponsiveness and that could be a symptom of something different. 

Alex did look up but only to put his arms out and lean forward, only being held back by Daryl’s hand on the center of his chest. His eyes were foggy but his expression was open, needy. 

“Daddy?” Alex said and made grabby hands but Rick just smiled and leaned back. The doctor put a small bit of distance between himself and the boy’s hands. Alex was only able to reach so far because Daryl was holding his chest back so his back was pressed against the older man’s front.  

Daryl kissed the boy’s neck and rubbed his belly. Alex gasped and looked at the hands on him and then followed them to look behind him at the alpha. 

“Daddy” Alex said and smiled, a bit wolffish but more like a puppy, and Daryl kissed him. 

“Yeah baby, I’m right here. Can doctor Grimes put those socks on you? He can get your temp and make sure your comin up good. Is that alright?” Daryl explained but Alex was made of jelly again, laying lax against his chest. Alex was nearly purring at the feeling of Daryl’s big hands pressing and rubbing at his stomach. It pushed the almost knot against the best little spot inside the young man, he felt like he had no bones at all. 

“Okay daddy” Alex said and crunched and stretched his toes in front of Rick who smiled and slipped the soft cotton green socks over his feet. They were a bit big but that was okay. Rick had just grabbed them out of the warmer and they held warmth rather well. Alex sighed when he began to warm again, his stomach unclenching and his whole body relaxing and opening. 

“There’s a good ‘mega. Now can I please get you to open your mouth?” Rick said and patted Alex gently on the ankle. He grabbed the electric thermometer from where it was sitting on the counter and put a clean cover over it and waited. 

Alex was busy feeling Daryl’s hands cupping his chest and petting his stomach. Daryl stopped and took his hands away but that only unleashed a loud whine and a sob. Daryl chuckled and looked at his friend who was holding the small long thermometer tip. 

“Honey, open your mouth.” Daryl whispered into Alex’s ear who’s lips dropped open immediately. Rick smiled and placed the thermometer under his tongue. 

“Close it.” Daryl said lowly and Alex shut his mouth obediently. 

“What a good omega. Are you being good for Daryl? Huh Alex, are you a good boy?” Rick asked as the thermometer screen loaded. Alex looked at him and looked down where he was sitting on the alpha, knot deflated in his loose hole. He looked back up at Rick with big confused puppy eyes. Lord, thought Rick, that boy could take down a king with those damn eyes. 

“Yeah you’re being such a good boy. Good omega.” Rick reassured and took the thermometer out of the boy's mouth. Daryl just petted the boy’s sides, up and down. 

Rick looked at it, stood up, and  wrote something down on his clipboard. He came back to sit on the corner of the bed and touch Alex's ankle. 

“Alex, you need another injection of medicine. I need to give you an internal injection which means it won’t hurt but you can’t take another knot after for three hours. Do you understand?” Rick explained but Alex wasn’t looking or listening. Daryl nodded and lifted the boy off his dick to sit him between his legs. 

Alex blew out a heavy breath, he hadn’t gotten a good knot though. He wanted another and another and he wanted to be full and knotted and- 

“You’re gonna roll onto your side baby. Let Doctor Grimes give you some medicine and then we can sleep some more.” Daryl said to the boy who was on the verge of crying. The older man just kissed his ear and Alex didn’t move. 

Daryl and Rick spoke for a moment. They had decided that if Alex sat still for a moment Daryl could get up, stretch, and lay down the right way so they could have their heads on the pillows. 

Daryl was careful when he moved to stand up. Rick moved to sit beside Alex and rub his back. Daryl fixed her pillows and laid back down but Alex was already gripping tightly on the sleeve of Rick’s crisp blue shirt. 

“Alex, why don’t you get comfy and lay back down with Daddy? Look, you can lay down and relax until I come back with your medicine.” Rick explained and moed his arm so Alex would be looking at Daryl’s open arms. 

“Alex, come lay down. You’re not cold anymore right? Once we get your medicine we can pull the blanket up.” Daryl explained and Alex flopped forward and wiggled around to get comfortable. 

“Mhm.” Alex said and snuggled into Daryl’s chest. The older man wrapped his arms around Alex’s back. Rick smiled and said he’d be back in a moment. 

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Rick guided Alex’s leg to be sling over Daryl’s hip. It made it easier for him to insert the tip of the long syringe into Alex’s rectum. A lot of omegas in Alex’s state would have had to be sedated for this part. It wasn’t that it hurt, it was that it was cold and that it wasn’t a knot. Alex just hugged onto Daryl’s shoulders and panted. 

Alex let out a sigh and easily took in the three inch flexible tube. Rick pushed the light dose of heat closer into the boy who hummed and his toes curled. The closer would get the heat to end since the first injection wasn’t working at a speed it should. It wasn’t a big deal though given Alex was on a suppressant. 

“Alright hold that in. I’m gonna push a plug in and come back for it in three hours or you can take it out yourself if you feel ready.” Rick instructed to deaf ears. Well one set of deaf ears, Daryl listened but he already knew what to do with an internal injection of closer. 

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“Daryl, Daryl!” Alex said and shoved the older man until he woke up and looked over at the panicked face of the omega. The boy had pulled on his tight black bikini underwear and his tank top. Both had been washed and given back while Alex was in Daryl’s care. 

“What’s happening Alex? What do you need?” Daryl asked in a calm voice, no need to get the boy riled up and worried for no reason. 

“I have to go to the bathroom but I can't.” Alex explained in a panicky tone. Daryl thought that was a bit strange. Many omegas didn’t have a problem with constipation after heats. Especially not when they had closer doses. 

“Alright, did you strain yourself? Did you take the plug out?” Daryl asked, trying to go through the checklist in his mind. Sometimes omegas coming out of heat had some forgetfulness or confusion. 

“No I just hadda pee so I didn’t think I needed to.” Alex said and felt stupid. His head hurt and he didn’t feel good and he wanted to piss and eat some food and get back into bed and cuddle with the alpha for just a few more hours. 

Oh… Daryl thought in relief and grunted as he got up, pulling on his boxers. 

“Alright, let’s try something before we go running to Doctor grimes. Stand here.” Daryl said calmly and guided Alex to stand in front of the toilet. Daryl grasped Alex’s soft dick and pointed it, he moved his other hand to press on his stomach over his bladder. It worked most of the time when omegas needed to pee for the first time since heating. It was just something that happened. Alex was so healthy that he’d probably never had issues like it before. It was really nothing to worry about. 

Alex tensed and shook his head. 

“No, no no that hurts” The boy said and grabbed each of Daryl’s wrists. 

“It’s alright, don’t tense up. Relax. Relax pumpkin. Just relax.” Daryl said and breathed rhythmically behind Alex. Soon the young boy was copying. He was still in a softer mindset to be guided and follow along. 

Soon there was a stream going and Alex groaned. 

“Thank you” Alex said quietly as Daryl kept the pressure on his belly till he was done. 

Daryl moved away and washed his hands. 

“It’s alright. It's a problem a lot of alphas and omegas go through coming out of a rough season. Totally normal” Daryl reassured and pulled his jeans on when Alex pulled on a pair of sweatpants. He looked a little nervous, like he wanted to say something. 

“Is there something else you want? I can call the nurse or Rick, the nurses are here now they can get you something.” Daryl explained. It was seven in the morning so the few nurses were getting started for the day. Alex chewed on his bottom lip and looked up at Daryl under his eyelashes. 

Crushing. Absolutely crushing. Alex could have asked for the moon and Daryl would have had to get it. Those eyes weren’t fair. 

“Can I have something to eat? Will you- Could you stay for a little while longer?” Alex asked and Daryl immediately nodded. 

Soon enough Alex had eaten a sandwich and was sleeping cuddled up to Daryl. 

Two of the three nurses had come by to see the special patient. Carrie had spread all around that there was just the cutest little omega with the fluffies head of hair you’d ever seen in the inpatient one room with Daryl. They were younger, just out of the highschool health occupations classes and were more than happy to see that someone who had come in after an eleven day heat looked so fresh and healthy. One had nearly squealed because Alex had whined lightly in his sleep and rolled over and nuzzled against Daryl’s chest. 

Daryl couldn’t blame them. Alex was a real cutie. Especially with his nose smooshed against Daryl’s chest. 

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“I- did I come in with a jacket? I don’t have… uh I need my jacket. It’s brown.” Alex asked when he was pulling on his shoes. 

“Sorry buddy you didn’t have it when you got to me. Lemme ask Rick. I’ll be right back Alex” Daryl said as he supervised the boy get ready and get dressed. Once Alex was sat back down Daryl went to find the jacket… maybe he’d seen the jacket before…

Soon Alex was packed up and standing by the outside door. 

“Hey Alex, we found your jacket! You squirreled it away in the side of the bed.” Said doctor Grimes with the brown jacket in hand. 

“And we have this little care package so you can care for your AHD if you relapse when you return to New York.” The doctor said and handed Alex a discreet paper bag. 

“Thanks Doctor Grimes. Um if I’m ever in Georgia ‘gain and need some help I’ll come by.” Alex said and saw the car his boss had gotten for him to get to the airport. 

“If I ever move to New York I’ll make sure to let you know.” Doctor Grimes said with a wave. He really hoped he might see Alex again or hear from him. He would really think about him sometimes.

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Chapter Nineteen

The sun rises an hour later than usual on the day the clocks go forward, but I get out of bed anyway, even in the dim haze of this late March morning, feeling ready for the day. I throw my hair up into a ponytail and pull on my running shorts and throw my foot up against the windowsill to tie the laces of my runners. 

I like the way that Fitzwilliam Square looks this early, right before it all comes to life, and the low sun is steaks of golden yellow against blue shadow, and dew glitters on the grass around the base of the iron railings of the park, and nobody is around. A man comes around the corner jogging and I crane my neck to look, wondering if it’s Shane, but it isn’t. I stuff my keys and phone into my little waist bag and head out into the chill. 

I wait on the steps and check the time. Ten to seven. I glance up and down the street and frown. Shane is usually here on time, and it isn’t like him to run late. I wait another five minutes before it starts to feel suspicious, and then I text him. 

You coming??

He responds immediately. 

In library. 

????

What’s wrong with you

What are you doing in the library?

Studying, dope.

I stare at the screen in disbelief. Since when does he get up at half past six in the morning and go to the library to study? The last I was aware he was still refusing to engage in his college work, and I wasn’t aware that anything had changed so much in the last week since Claire and I talked about it. 

But our run

I text. 

You don’t need me there for everything, Evie. Run on your own. I’m turning my phone off now. 

I shake my head and stuff my phone back into my bag, and then I take off running along the park’s edge all by myself, for the first time all year. 

Later, once I’ve finished showering and dressing myself I head downstairs to the kitchen to start making breakfast. Claire is there as she always is, still in her pyjamas and sipping on a cappuccino she made from a sachet. She beams at me when she sees me. 

“Good morning, Evie,” she says. “Good run?”

“It was a solo run,” I tell her, and start digging around in the fridge for yoghurt. “Your boyfriend told me that he was in the library.”

Her eyes are sparkling. “Yes! He’s studying.”

“That’s a bit of a change from how things were.”

“Well his exams are coming up soon, and he’s got a whole thesis to do and everything, there really isn’t time for slacking off.”

I pull out a chair and sit next to her. I don’t think I’ve seen her looking so happy in a long time, but still, it makes me feel a bit suspicious. “Is there something going on that I don’t know about?”

She shrugs cryptically. “Something might have changed, I’m not sure.”

“What’s changed?”

“He’s decided to finish his degree and try to pass the course.”

I touch her arm as she raises the giant frothy mug to her lips, obscuring her expression. “But he was dead set on not finishing the course. In fact, I was pretty sure he was going to drop out the last time that we talked about this.”

“Yeah I suppose that he’s changed his mind now,” She smiles to herself, “That’s all, really.”

I raise my eyebrows. “Okay. You’re hardly pregnant, are you?”

She snorts, “No.” and reaches out to poke my chin with the tip of her finger. “Have you forgotten to moisturise?”

“Hm?”

“Your chin, all around your mouth.”

“Oh,” I feel my cheeks heating. “This is a new thing for me, my skin has become so dry and flaky, I don’t know. I think it’s from, like… Jude’s face is a bit rough.”

“So when you’re over in Clontarf distracting him from his thesis seven nights a week you’re not actually there to talk, you’re there to smush your faces together for two to three hours.”

“Something like that.”

She throws her eyes to heaven, “Just go on the pill.”

“It’s not like that, we don’t do anything but kiss.”

“Go on the pill.” She repeats more meaningfully. “Because things are going to start happening someday soon and you’re going to wish that you were on it. Believe me. You should just set up an appointment with the doctor, sure they hand Yasmin out like chewing gums.”

“The effort of going to the doctor and all…”

“The effort of getting pregnant.”

I chew on my lip.

“You know, it’s time that you think about these sorts of things. My mam had me on the pill since I was fifteen.”

“Yeah but you know that my mother would never have done that for me. Like, she never even gave me The Talk.”

Claire’s eyes are saucers as she chews on a mouthful of Cheerios. “So how did you learn? Hardly from the nuns at school.”

I cringe, “She left a book on reproduction distributed by a christian company on my bed and then we never ever addressed it again.”

“Oh, God.”

“I know,” I say, adding hastily, “I obviously didn’t just rely on that book though, like, I know loads more about it, I mean, I know everything… uh, yeah I think I do anyway.”

“So you’re both going to get tested then?” She says casually. 

“Tested?”

“Yeah, like, you should go to the clinic for an STI test and so should he. You’ve both had previous partners, and obviously nobody knows where Dean had his grubby hands.”

I baulk. “You think I’ve an STD?” Suddenly I’m nauseated. I’ve been sure that I’m permanently rid of Dean until now, but what if some part of his rotten DNA is still hanging around in my body in the form of some insidious disease? It makes me feel filthy all over. 

“No, it’s just something that you do.”

“How would I even go about doing that?”

She puts down her spoon and her hand comes to rest over mine. “Evie, I can go with you, it’s fine. You just go down to the clinic and they do a few simple tests. Then we can figure out which birth control works for you. There’s plenty of options.” She sees my startled expression and squeezes my hand. “It’s fine, honestly. There’s nothing to panic about.”

“It’s just that once again I feel like I’m prepared for nothing and I don’t know a single thing about anything.” 

“But you will.” She insists, and I rise from the table with my empty yoghurt bowl and stack it in the dishwasher. “Just one step at a time, Evie. It’s obviously not very sexy to have to do anything-”

“I get it.” I interrupt. “It’s also not sexy to get some gnarly disease or launch out a baby while I’m still at college. Let’s just get it all done at the weekend.”

Claire agrees with me, and I grab my coat from the rack and start zipping myself into it when she stops me. “Oh, I meant to say, Shane and I are thinking of spending the Easter holidays in the holiday house in Cyprus.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, just to have a quiet getaway for a week or so. We were talking about it and we’d love it if you’d come this year.”

“Oh!”

“I think it’d be good for us all to get away from the city for a while, you know what I mean? Just get a bit of culture, or scenery, or something like that. Obviously you can invite Jude, we’ll do a couples thing.”

As I consider this I am immediately awash with serenity  at the image of crystalline blue water lapping over my ankles on a white sandy beach and the heat of the sun on my skin after the oppressive, heavy darkness of the winter just passed. “That sounds great.” I say dreamily. 

“I can help you out financially, obviously.” She adds, to which I say, “No, It’s okay, I actually have money now, for once. I’ve been getting paid a bit for these commercial jobs I’ve been getting, you know, and with the cards in Mezzotint and all…”

“Okay, well, the accommodation is free anyway, so really it’s only the flights and the food.”

“Yeah, amazing!”

She beams at me. “Okay! I’m excited.”

“Me too. But I’m also going to be late.”

“Okay, hurry up and leave!”

“Bye, Claire!” I flash her one final grin and duck out the door. 

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[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

Can I request something cheesy for Bucky x reader? Reader is staying in his room for the night because he's having nightmares. "I'm falling in love with you Bucky." "Don't play with me doll" "Who said I was playing?" And they kiss half asleep. Maybe in the morning Steve is smiling like a jackass because he knew they'd get together.

this is so cute i cry. waaaaa

CAN I KISS YOU?- J.B BARNES

Pairing: Best Friend! Bucky x Fem! Reader (College AU)

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: none really other then some petnames, and mentions of smoking weed. lots of fluff but hints of sexual tension mkay mkayy

Ring! Ring!

Your phone sounded from under the blankets, the shrill noise waking you from your grogginess. You moaned, hand smacking the covers as you were blinded, face smushed in the pillow from when you were crying.

Your cheeks were sticky, eyes swollen as you had cried yourself into a state of sleepiness, just on the brink of unconsciousness before your phone had gone off.

You finally had found it, eyes adjusting to the dim light of the room your roommate had left on before she left, when she had snuck into your room to steal the lipgloss you had begged her not to.

“Hello?” you croaked out, voice laced with sleep as your rubbed your tired eyes.

“Kitty cat? Are you okay? I’ve tried calling you for a while now.” Your best friend Bucky asked, concern evident as you sat up fully. “Yeah, yeah I’m so sorry I was asleep. Is everything okay?”

“Just missed you. Can't sleep.” he sighed, and you could tell he was having his nightmares again. They happened nearly every night, and you did everything in your power to help him.

Weekly sleepovers were the routine for the pair of you, and honestly- nothing sounded better than being in his arms right now.

“You want me to come over Bucko?” you cooed gently, shuffling out of bed, watching as his oversized sweater slouched down past your knees.

“You know I do. But isn't Julia with you?” he asked, knowing that when your roommate was over she tended to want to do things with you, like take you out. You much rather stay in the comfort of your dorm, or his and Steves than go out and drink until your legs no longer functioned.

“No um- she left. Went to a party…again.” you huffed, opening your nightside table drawer to garb two bags of chamomile tea for when you went over. “You didn't want to go?”

“I never want to go. My idea of a good time is being with you or smoking weed in my room. Or those two things, together.’ He laughed at your truthful answer, knowing deep down you were right.

You hated big groups and gatherings, trying to avoid them the best you could. Sometimes, you'd go- just to make Julia happy. Tonight though, you couldn't. You didn’t have the energy, and you were tired of feeling used.

“I’ll be over in five.” you smiled, feeling slightly better already that you'd be seeing him soon. The man who always made you feel better when you were down, who looked after you as you did with him.

The man you were in love with.

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“Knock knockity knock knock!” you sang out softly, twisting the knob open to Bucky and Steve's door, poking your head in. You shuffled inside, tote bag filled with goodies brushing against the doorframe as you surveyed the little common room.

Steve waved at you from the little kitchenette, slipping his headphones off. “There she is!” he smiled, watching as you tossed your bag up on the counter beside him.

“Back again for more.” you teased, grabbing the tea packets, Steve switching the flicker on the kettle as he had done so many times before. “Did you bring more goodies this time?” he asked, leaning against the counter, arms crossed over his chest as he watched you with amusement as you struggled to grab the cups at the top shelf.

“I brought my weighted neck thingy I thought would help him this time. The tea- of course, and some late-night snacks.”

“Anything I can snag?” he asked, riffling through your bag before he stopped on a bag of cheese crackers. He tilted his head in an asking manner, and you nodded, watching him pocket the bag.

“God bless your soul Y/N.” he sighed, kissing the top of your head before he made his way over to his bedroom. “Goodnight stinker.” you whispered, making him laugh as he shut the door behind him.

You listened to the kettle whistle, the steam emerging from the top as you poured the hot water into the mugs. You hummed a little tune to yourself as you hiked your bag up your shoulder, balancing the drinks in hand as you walked slowly on the old hardwood, so it wouldn't creak in the night.

“Bucko?” you called out, seeing the door hand twist, his large figure appearing from the doorway. “Hi pretty kitty.” he smiled, dimples appearing as he opened the door, shooing you in quietly.

“I come bearing gifts.” you smiled, holding up the mugs before setting them down on his dresser. You took in his room, one you had been in many times before but couldn't get enough of.

You had helped him decorate it when the two of you moved into residence, transforming the dark and shabby shell of a room into something of a comfort. Posters dotted the walls, framed photos, candles and stacks of books, and his sketches surrounded the area, making you smile.

“You know you don't have to bring stuff every time you come over. Your company is plenty.” he shook his head with a smile, watching as you unloaded the snacks and comforts from your bag.

“You're telling me you don’t want… Mini Eggs?” you asked teasingly, shaking the bag in front of his face before he snatched it from you.

“Well duh. But doesn't the chocolate kinda cancel out the tea?” he asked, popping the bag open as he tossed a little blue egg in his mouth. “I don’t really care 'cause they taste good.” you shrugged in response, taking a sip of the piping hot tea, humming in delight as it warmed your insides.

“Very true.” he agreed, the old bed creaking as he plopped back onto it, resting his head on one of the many pillows, looking up at the fairy lights.

“Oh! I almost forgot-” You rummaged through your bag, pulling out the weighted shoulder pads. “I know you like your weighted blanket and you said your shoulders had been acting up so I brought this.” you smiled, skipping over to him as you sat beside him in bed, sliding it on him.

“Oh thank you kit. You're such an angel to me.” he blushed, kissing your hand gently. “Of course silly. Anything for you.” you said, snuggling into bed, not noticing the blush that deepened across his cheeks at your words.

“Hey kitty?”

“Yea?” You looked up at him, head resting on his shoulder as he held you closer. “Were you crying earlier? Your eyes are swollen.”

You looked down, not wanting to meet his gaze anymore. He had you figured out. He always did.

Damn him and his superhuman ability to read you like an open book.

“Maybe.”

“Hey, hey we don't have to talk about it. It doesn't matter why it matters that you did. And I’m really sorry for that kit.” he tilted your head up with his thumb, brushing your cheek.

“I’m here, okay? Always.” You sniffled, feeling the tears starting to brew again. ‘Thank you Bucky. Really.”

“Besides, you're too pretty to cry anyways.” he teased, making you laugh as he wrapped a soft, fuzzy blanket around your frame. “And you're too pretty to have sleeping problems.” you snorted, patting his bicep gently.

“Pfft. Yeah, I guess so eh?” he sighed, an arm wrapped around you as his hand stroked your back in a repeating, soothing motion. “It's okay. We can just eat snacks and cuddle away our problems.”

“Cause our problems fuckin suck.” he agreed, watching as you clung to his sleep shirt- an old band tee he had thrifted with you months ago.

“They really do. But we have each other.” you acknowledged, watching the clock's hands tick by on the wall. There was a kiss placed to your head and you smiled as he breathed in your lavender shampoo. “That we do doll. That we do.” he murmured, sleep laced in his voice as you closed your eyes.

You were groggy, muscles relaxing under his touch as you breathed in his comforting smell. You listened to his breaths, feeling the rise and fall of his chest as he fell deeper into relaxation.

It was then you decided to take the leap you had been wanting to take for years now. When the two of you were safe, and no one could harm you. Not even your own ego if it was wounded- you were too sleepy to care.

“ Hey Buck? I think I’m falling in love with you. Fallen- I mean.” You felt the bed shift as he peered down at you, shock written clear as day across his face.

Shock and well… Was that a hint of giddiness in his eyes?

"Don't play with me doll" he laughed half heartedly, as if this was a joke to you. “Who said I was playing? I’m serious.” you said sleepy, nails digging into his shirt as you clung to him tighter.

You were scared to let go, to leave his eyes. You were swallowed in their depth as he took you in, a blush back on his cheeks.

“ Serious?”

“Serious.”

He hummed to himself, as if he were thinking it though. “Okay.” was all he replied, a sly smirk on his face as he nuzzled back into his pillow with a yawn.

“Okay? That's all I get is an okay?”

“Yup.” he popped the p, his favorite thing in the whole wide world was to get under your skin and tease you. You grumbled incoherently, tugging the blanket over your shoulders.

It was several moments before you heard his voice again, and you perked up immediately. “Kit?”

“Yeah?” You waited, watching as he chewed on his lip.

“Can I kiss you? Ya know… like what all best friends do?”

You were stunned.

Yes. Yes yes, this is all I have ever wanted for years please Bucky, please kiss me with those beautiful, soft pink lips of yours, so your stumble scratches my skin slightly please.

Instead, you were quiet, jaw dropped to the floor. You couldn't speak, so you did the only logical thing you could think of. A hand snaked out to capture his jaw, thumb brushing his chin as you leaned in, lips attaching to his.

He tasted of mint and a sweetness that drove you wild, made your head spin as you heard his breath hitch. It was sweet and tender, yet lazy as whispers of sleep was exchanged between the two of you.

His teeth nibbled on your lower lip, tugging on it as you broke apart, as if Bucky wasn't ready to let you go quite yet. His eyes met your own with a look of hunger as he sucked, leaving your lip slightly swollen.

“So that happened.” you breathed, unable to leave his trance, watching that boyish grin you loved so much appear on his face. “That happened. Are you happy that it happened?” he asked as you snuggled back into his chest.

“Yes. Yes I am.”

And that was that.

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The smell of bacon and fresh eggs on the stove woke you from sleep, the comforting scent reminding you of Saturday mornings at your mother's house.

You sighed happily, knowing today was going to be a good day. You had no classes today, and you knew Bucky was free until his 8pm class.

The bed when empty when you stretched, yet the warmth of Bucky's body heat still remained on the sheets. Water spraying from the showerhead trickled from the bathroom, a yawn escaping you as you glanced at the clock on his bedside table.

8:48.

You were proud of yourself for not sleeping in until the late afternoon, knowing you'd be able to snag Steve's breakfast when it was still fresh.

You slid out from under the blankets, snagging a pair of fluffy socks from Bucky's drawer. Hobbling over, you balanced as you slid theme on, Steve's eyes watching you as you shuffled out the door.

“What?” you asked, watching as he just smiled, moving the egg around with his spatula as he whistled a tune.

“Oh nothin.”

“Nothin?” you questioned, confused about why he was acting as if he were a first grader with a secret he refused to tell you at recess.

“You just look… glowy. That's all.”

“Ah yes that smooth, silky pregnancy glow.” you teased, sliding up on the barstool as Steve tossed you a fresh blueberry from the basket beside him.

You caught it in your mouth, humming in delight as the sweet juices exploded in your mouth, sparking up your taste buds. It was then your stomach rumbled, anxious to have some food put in it.

“You know what I mean. So.. who made the first move?” he smiled, giddy as he turned to face you, letting the bacon simmer. “Who said there was a first move?”

“Uh, the look in your eyes. And the fact you literally cannot stop smiling, and it's a semi- decent time for you to be up. smiling.”

You rolled your eyes, knowing damn well he was right. It was true- you couldn't stop smiling. A feeling of happiness seemed to bloom in your chest at the actions that were portrayed last night, an afterthought that refused to leave.

“If you give me another berry- I’ll tell you. M’starving.”

“Kitty made the first move. Begged me to kiss her.” Bucky's voice called from the bathroom, the door now wide open as he stepped out, towel wrapped around his waist.

You forced your jaw to stay clamped shut, though all it wanted to do was fall to the ground as he made his way to you, water droplets still clung to his shoulders. It was nothing you hadn't seen before, Bucky's 6’4, toned body something you had pictured many times.

But now, it was different. How- you didn't know, but it was somehow.

“I did not! You asked me!” you exclaimed, shock written on your face as Bucky opened the fridge, stray water continuing to drip on the hardwood.

“She was all over me dude. I have never seen a girl so head over heels.” he smirked, making Steve laugh. Steve knew damn well Bucky was talking about himself, as Steve had told you many times Bucky had a thing for you.

You were just too scared to act on anything… until last night.

“He asked me. Swear on my life.”

“Yeah, yea yea you kissed. I told you so.” Steve grinned, Bucky’s eyes meeting yours, noticing as you (tried to) indirectly check him out for the millionth time. “You told no one so.”

“Did so.”

“Did not.” you and Bucky bickered back together, Steve's eyes rolling in response.

“If you keep fighting me I’m eating all this food myself.” Steve replied, making you laugh.

“Touche man. Tou fuckin che.”

[quackarl]

DATING WILBUR SOOT · HEADCANONS

A/N: Ah, isn’t he so lovely?

• It's always him being concerned. A lot of ’I haven’t seen you in two minutes, so I was wondering if you’re okay and I’m almost worried sick now, because it’s been two minutes’ energy. Always worried, just wanting to look after you the best he can. You could go into another room leaving him by himself in the living room for a few minutes, and too soon he’s already calling out to you to check up on you, “honey?! Where did you go? Do you need help with anything? Is everything okay? Should I come and get you? I kind of miss you here!” You’ll go back to him and he’s smiling and holding onto you like he hasn’t seen you in a year. So dramatic, but hey, you’ll never feel not cared for ever again. Pog.

• Sometimes when he forgets to eat, which is usually when he’s too busy streaming to put together a meal for himself, you’ll come to the rescue and bring him dinner even in the middle of his stream. A very important task that turns him absolutely ecstatic, “chat! A stranger just brought me some food so it’s all good! I am not starving anymore.” He’ll then lean up and out of the frame to give you a warm kiss as a thank you, “I'm joking, chat! I wouldn’t kiss a stranger, don’t say I would. Obviously, only my beloved partner.” The fans already knows about you being a couple, so at this point it’s just cute content for them. He’ll for sure proudly present the plate you brought him on camera for everyone to see.

• Lazy evenings with him, laying in bed, watching other people’s streams, commenting and chatting on them, just feeling content with each other’s presences with smiles on your faces and your head on his shoulder. Lots of giggling too. Any time you would let out an adorable laugh at something happening in the stream, he would duck his head down to place multiple kisses on you. His way of telling you that you are adorable and oh, how he wants to hear more of that laugh of yours. He finds you so adorable that he doesn't know where to put all his adoration for you, so he takes it out on you with a kiss attack.

• Since he’s so tall compared to your height, or to anyone’s height really, you’ll make silly little TikToks demonstrating the height difference between you two, just for everyone’s entertainment. It also makes him feel smug proving to everyone how well he exactly is able to protect you and intimidate any creeps away that try to approach you. It makes him feel ‘manly’, or so he says.

• And since he’s so tall, it would be so easy for you to tuck yourself under his arm, even in public when you’re walking side by side. You’d both somehow manage to walk while being completely glued together. Talent. I can also imagine walking home after a fun, little night out, and him supporting your body up by just tightly tucking you to his side. Oh, all the looks that even strangers would throw at you two, thinking that that’s one hell of an adorable couple. His arm would come down on your shoulder to smush you even more into his body. “You comfy in there, or what?” he’d smirk and tease down at you, while all you can do is just rapidly nod against him. His smirk would turn into a loving smile, “we’ll be home soon, okay? You just hold on and I’ll take care of the rest.”

• One night, you’d join him on his stream when you would both be a little tipsy, Oops. Bad idea? No, actually everything would be pretty appropriate and typical for a stream of his, expect that you two would eventually got to the point of being so tipsy that you would both kind just of forget that you’re actually being live-watched by, like, tens of thousands of people. And you would just share a little tipsy sloppy kiss right there on camera, that was obviously meant to be shared only in private. A big oops. You already know that chat would not let you live that down ever and you’re kind of sobering up from the panic, but he would be able to brush it off pretty well, even in his drunken state. Seeing the viewers’ reaction to that little slip up being mostly positive though, it would open up his mind and encourage him to be a little more open to small public displays of affection in the future, even on camera. For anyone freaking out in the chat, he’ll tell "chat, it's completely normal! Kissing is normal. We’re a couple, so what did you except that we do?" He might do it again on future drunken streams though, but this time on purpose.

• He is really intelligent, even though he’ll never really admit or take pride in it. But you’ll be the one to compliment him on his way of thinking, ability to resolve problems and his intelligence by telling him “oh, my man is sooo smart.” His response would be a blush on his cheeks and a “don’t say that, man. It’s making me weak." He actually doesn’t want you to stop it ever. So don't. He really appreciates being told that.

• Whenever you would be having dinner together, whether it’s at home or at a nice restaurant, you’ll always sit across from each other so he can hold your hand across the table, like they do in movies, and place kisses on it every now and then. Like reeeeally long kisses while holding eye contact with you the whole time. He’s just a classic romantic, and a gentleman, to the core. You know he’d also insist on calling you ‘my lady’ on those particular, romantic date nights.

• It’s a cliche, but he would write songs about you. In his defence, how could he not? He’ll write serious songs that would make it on the album, and sometimes when it’s 3AM and neither of you can sleep and you’re just laying in bed giggling at everything stupid, he’ll make up dumb songs or poems about you from the top of his head, anything that his tired brain is capable of. Stuff like “roses are red... violets are blue.. but how would I know? I don’t get them from you.” That would get sooo many tired giggles out of you both. And the next day, you would actually bring him roses and oh my god... he thinks he’s still dreaming. And then he’ll end up spending months trying to put it into words how did that, and you, make him feel. It’s just too good to be true for him.

• Your senses of humour are a perfect match, but your self-deprecating jokes he would not be able to usually find too amusing. If you’ll jokingly claim that ‘he hates you, anyway’, his smile would instantly fade away and he wouldn’t let you drop the subject until he has convinced you that it’ll never happen. Nothing you do could ever make him hate you, is what he would tell you. As if you already didn’t know that. but he just wants you to know, it'll never happen.

• Whenever it would be a date night at home, you would be getting ready in the bedroom, and he’d stand in the doorway looking handsome as ever, leaning against the doorframe with a glass of wine in his hand. Just eyeing you, smiling at you and then smiling at himself for having a gorgeous partner. Something that again could be out of a romantic movie, but he truly wants to treat you like you really are living in a movie. He wants your life to be even better than in those movies.

• He secretly loves and lives for you lovingly teasing him on a daily basis. Sometimes you would purposely say something you know he finds embarrassing, and instead of trying to cover your mouth with his hand, he just kisses you instead to shut you up, and so you are just giggling into each other’s mouths throughout the kiss. Aww, man...

• Jealous Wilbur would be polite, yet passive-aggressive. And don’t forget, intimidating. “Hey mate, could you leave my partner alone, please? They don't appreciate it, and neither do I,” would be his go-to line for anyone making you, or him, uncomfortable.

• You could say the word ‘romantic’ to him, and he instantly thinks of you. He could see something romantic happening, for example, a movie with a romantic kissing scene in it between the two main characters, and he’s automatically thinking about you two, smiling at himself, picturing you and him in their position. He might even whisper a little cheeky “I feel you, mate” to the lovesick main character on the screen, because he now is able to empathise with him being so in love. He finally knows what it feels like living in a movie, being so smitten with someone.

• You would not be able to focus on trying to complete your own tasks when he’d be in the same room with you, and vice versa. Every time you’re trying to get something important done and he’s sitting on the other side of the room from you, just doing his own thing, he pretends to be so swamped in his own work, but instead he’s constantly glancing at you instead, and then playing it off as if he was never looking at you in the first place. But you do, you always end up catching him in the act, which would cause him start blowing you kisses. Like, lots of them. Goodbye concentration. At the end when he can't take it anymore, he'd stride up to you and kiss you hard, making you both fall back on the bed. And those tasks and work? Forgotten. At least for that one night.

[wrenwreads]

frozen festivities

winter time in narnia, and peter thinks he’s going to lose his mind

pairing/s: edmund pevensie x fem!bsf!reader

warnings: nothing

genre: fluff

word count: 606

a/n: if i didn't have such bad cold allergies, i wouldn't have written this bc this is where the idea came from lmao.

"Ed, it's freezing. Move over!"

It had been snowing that day, the castle's stone walls trapping in the cold. The four siblings and Y/N situated themselves in the sitting room where the hot blazing fire lit up by the fireplace warmed them up.

It seemed to not be enough for Y/N, for now she's desperately trying to get Edmund to scoot a bit to give her a bit more of the fire's warmth.

The said boy only scowled in return, further burrowing himself under the big blanket he took to prove his point of not moving.

From the back, Peter, Susan, and Lucy huddled themselves together, a cup of hot chocolate in their hands. The three had been talking casually when Y/N and Edmund's loud whispers of what they like to call bickering had caught their attention. Now they were just plainly conspiring.

“Honestly, one of these days I’m going to lock them both in the cleaning closet until one of them gives up,” Peter spoke, eyes set on as the two as they went back to their usual activity of bickering. This time, blanket sharing.

“Why don’t you get your own?” Edmund asked. “Because!” Y/N answered back, rolling her eyes. “Because what, Y/N?”

Lucy flicked her attention to her oldest brother, scoffing as she did so. “Nothing will happen in that closet. For all I know, they’ll just find something to entertain themselves.”

“Or Y/N will find something to get themselves out,” Susan added.

They could only sigh, watching as their brother and (their almost) sister-in-law hopelessly interact with each other as if everything’s platonic.

“Ed, will you please — pretty please, I’m literally begging you — just move over so I could sit down for 5 minutes under warmth and then I’ll leave. Or you’ll best friend will die from hyperthermia, and no one will save you from Peter’s teasing.”

At the mention of the older boy’s name, Y/N allowed her eyes to flicker towards the three, where Peter only rolled his eyes with a smile forming on his face. Y/N giggled, before her face morphed back into a scowl upon meeting Edmund’s amused gaze. “What?” she asked blankly.

Edmund shook his head, the amused smile on his face not faltering. “Nothing.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest as she starts to walk away from the fireplace. This caused Edmund to falter, face scrunching up in confusion. “Where are you going?”

“Where do you think?” Y/N answered back, her lower arms raised, proving the obvious. Although, it seemed to not be obvious for the boy as he only tilted his head to let the girl elaborate. This made her sigh, rolling her eyes once again as she lowered her arms. “To get my own blanket. Like you told me too.”

Edmund scoffed, removing his arm from where it had been huddled against his chest to opening it up, bringing a side of the blanket with him. “As if I’d let you. Just come under here.”

She rolled her eyes once again, this time playfully as she placed herself under Edmund’s open arm, where the boy was quick to wrap around her. She let out a sigh of relief at the warmness, earning a chuckle from Edmund. “Warm now, are we?”, he asked, looking down at her face, one side smushed against his shoulder. She only hummed in delight, closing her eyes. A fond smile grows on Edmund’s face. Soon after, he rests his head over hers.

“I am absolutely going to lose it.”

Peter had to share, causing his sister’s to giggle.

thank u for reaching the end !! this one’s another giggly one i had to write. i hope u enjoyed xoxo