#clocking out for a while i'll be back tomorrow

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Haiii!! If you have the time, and want to, would you be willing to write a Mitchell fic? Or an anything… with Parker !! I adore your writing btw :3

A Balanced Meal

Mitchell Linn x Reader

Summary: You haven't had a meal for far too long, so Mitchell makes you a proper one.

A/N: Thank you for the compliment!!! Sorry if this may seem a bit rushed?? I didn't have much time to proof read this one chat :P

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The sun shines through the windows, the cat clock blinks and blares to indicate that it was time to start the day. You took your sweet time lying down on that bed before getting up and doing your daily routine.

You start the day by using the bathroom, touching up your face and hair, then put on the Dateviators.

Penelope reminds you of what needs to be done today, Dorian and Skylar tells you if there's anything happening around the house.

Suddenly, your stomach lets out an embarrassing growl that gives a reminder that you haven't eaten breakfast yet.

“Hey, Cool kid! How are you?” Freddy grins as you make your way towards him. “You didn't come around the kitchen much yesterday.”

“Well I was busy. Talked to Doug which took an hour, then played with Chance, Parker and Lux. Not the dream team to play with.” You ramble on, looking through the contents of your fridge.

After a long, eventful rummaging through Freddy, you grab some leftovers of a cold, lone pizza.

“You sure you wanna eat just that?” Freddy blinks at the cold food on a plate.

“I’m in a hurry, I'll just eat this cold.” You shrug him off and turn around.

“What do you think you're doing?” Mitchell's voice pops out of nowhere, causing you to jump back and almost drop the plate.

You gave a sheepish grin towards Mitchell. “Hey, just getting a snack.”

“For breakfast?” He gasps, taking the plate away from you and giving it back to Freddy. “No no no! Mon cheri, you only deserve the finest cuisines to sate your hunger!”

With no room for argument, Mitchell plops you down on a chair and sprints around the kitchen to find some nutritional things for you to eat.

“Aw, no need to do all this, Mitchell.” You try to assure him, but he is quick to stand beside you and go through his notes.

“Yesterday, you ate half of a leftover donut and a pack of m&m’s.” He sounded disappointed before flipping through once more. “The day before, you ate two nuts and drank a gallon of milk!”

“At least the pizza a while ago had some greens.” You try to retort.

“I think that may be mold, mon ami…” He sighs, putting a meal in front of you.

There was grilled salmon, a salad, mushroom soup and a blended fruit shake.

“Didn't even know we had any of these.”

“That's because you never cook for yourself.” He scolds

You don't argue with him, not remembering the last time you had a full balanced meal at your own home.

“I had to ask Daisuke, Stefan and Freddy to make these. They were all more than happy to oblige.” With that, you take a fork and slowly dig into the food.

A small hum escapes as you feel satisfied and suddenly grow hungrier by the taste. Mitchell smiles as he sees you finish most of the food.

“This is what I've been missing out on?” You ask with a mouth full of food, though a bit disgusted, the other couldn't help but chuckle. “You should try some!” You slide a plate of the fish towards him.

The two of you catch up while eating the food, before you rise up from your seat with a feeling of satisfaction.

“It’s been so long since we've got together to try food.” Mitchell wipes his mouth with a tissue and turns back to you. “Perhaps we can one day try reviewing restaurants again?”

“I'd love that.” You grin towards him. “How about tomorrow?”

Mitchell returns your smile and plants a kiss on your cheek. “Then it's a date, mon cheri.”

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COMFORT

Beau Arlen x Female Reader

Summary: Beau is there to offer you the comfort you need.

Word Count: 894

A/N: This is my first Beau fic. Written because I was in need of some Beau comfort.

Warnings: period talk, fluff/comfort.

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

It was early evening, the constant and busy hum of the Sheriff's office beginning to quieten, as the current shift was coming to an end. Beau was sitting in his office, nursing a cup of coffee while taking a final look through his current case file, getting ready to clock out for the day. His phone began to buzz on his desk next to him, and a bright smile broke out on his face when he saw it was your name lighting up his screen.

He answers on the second ring. “Hey darlin” he starts in that southern Texas drawl of his.

“Beau, I'm really sorry. I know we had plans for this evening, but I need to cancel, I'm not feeling up to it. I'm so sorry,” you rush out, trying to get the words out, before the tears you can feel building bubble up to the surface.

Worry immediately sets in hearing the strain and slight wobble in your voice. “Do you need anything? I can come round if you need me too?”

“No I'll be ok thanks” you reply, really not wanting him to see you right now, camped out on your sofa, doubled over in pain, pain that is etched all over your face. Not to mention the near constant yucky feeling you have had since you got up this morning to find your period had started. A combination that had you refusing to move from your curled up position on your couch. “I'm just gonna take some painkillers and take it easy, I'll be ok” you reassure him.

“Well ok, if you're sure. Call me if you need anything, though.”

“I will, thanks,” you reply, breathing through the intense cramp that shot through you. Trying your best to disguise the pain.

He heard it anyway.

“I uh, I gotta go, I'll see you tomorrow ok.” 

“Ok sweetheart”.

Hanging up, you toss your phone back down on the sofa next to you as you settle back down, waiting for your latest dose of painkillers to kick in.

Beau puts his phone back on his desk, coffee and case files long forgotten after his call with you, and finds himself picking up his football tossing it around. Thinking. The conversation with you playing in his mind, bothering him. After a few moments, he knows what he wants to do. He gets up and strides out of his office with purpose.

Later on, there's a knock at your door. You groan to yourself and drag yourself up off the sofa and away from your tv marathon. Padding your way over to the door in your elasticated sleep shorts and baggy t-shirt.

Opening the door, you find Beau standing there.

“I know you said you didn't need anything but…” he trailed off, holding up the bags he was carrying. “I took a guess at what was wrong, and I came with supplies anyway. I've got a selection of snacks, a hot water bottle, and a new heat pad because I wasn't sure which you preferred. Carla always swore by these heat pad things, but Em prefers curling up with a hot water bottle” he rambles on, pausing only when he notices the tears starting to form in your eyes.

“Did I do something wrong?” He asks, concerned, placing the bags down.

“No,” you shake your head. He breathes out a sigh of relief. “It's just… I really wasn't expecting any of this. How did you know?”

His lips twitch up at the corners slightly. “Took a wild guess. I do have an ex-wife and a teenage daughter, I can recognise the signs,” he shrugs, taking a step towards you.

“Really? I thought I'd done a good job at hiding them.”

“Well I am the Sheriff. It's kind of my job to notice things” he grins. 

You surge forward, wrapping your arms around him and burying your face into his chest. “Thank you” you whisper to him as he pulls you in close, one arm holding you tight to him while the other rubs soothing circles on your lower back.

You stay like that for a while until you start cramping up again and need to curl up. Beau swiftly grabs the bags of supplies as you lead him over to the sofa. Kicking off his boots he positions himself at an angle at the end of your couch, one leg propped on it, the other with his foot on the floor, leaving a space for you to sit between his legs. You settle yourself in the gap he left for you, pulling your knees up towards your chest and leaning back into him. His body heat creating some comfort for your aching back, his hands sneaking their way underneath your oversized shirt, pressing them to your cramping lower belly. Providing you with the first bit of relief you've felt all day. You breathe a sigh of relief.

“You doin ok?” He checks, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

Yeah,” you sigh contently, turning your head slightly to look at him “What did I do to deserve you?” you ask, causing Beau to smile softly at you before leaning down to kiss you. A short and sweet kiss as if to say ‘I've got you’. You gently lean back into him, allowing the warmth of him and his embrace to soothe you.

A/N: Thank you for reading. Hope you enjoyed it!!

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dinner prep engagement ♡

a/n : aaaand its finally here, the final part of the ring pop proposal miniseries after decades !!!! im sorry it took me so long to write this final part yall, i just finally felt enough inspo to write it and im super happy w how it came out ! i hope yall do too ! lemme know if you wanna be added to the taglist ! much luv xx

fem reader, literally pure fluff between mama n son, katsuki gets emotional very quickly bc i believe he does and you cannot make me think otherwise, a lil emotional but pure sweetness, mentions of making dinner, lmk if i missed sum else !!

this time, mitsuki has no idea what her son is planning. sure she’s had her hopes for years now, and her suspicions, but nothing truly concrete.

that is, until she gets a call in the middle of the night.

"katsuki..hello ?" she answers groggily, heaving a sigh and rubbing at her eyes. she checks next to her to make sure she hasn't woken her husband up, her eyes dart over to her digital clock " 'ts one in the morning."

"uh..hey." her son's gruff voice sounds over the phone, she raises a brow at his hesitant tone of voice, but she let's him continue "yeah, i know. sorry.." he mumbles out.

the older woman shakes her head affectionately "it's fine..is there something you wanted to talk about ?"

it's silent on the other end for a while until katsuki mumbles something. "katsuki, you know i can't hear you if you don't speak up." she scolds lightly, causing him to growl under his breath.

"not..not right now, no--just..can i come over tomorrow ?"

taking in her silence for hesitance he continues " it's nothin' bad..i just--feel like it's something i needa say face to face, i guess.."

"okay..yeah, of course. you know you can come over whenever you want." she urges "is yn comin' along ?"

"no, she isn't." she can practically hear his eye roll and it makes her smirk "she'll be busy tomorrow anyway so, not this time. i'll tell her you said hello though, since you're always tellin' me to."

she's about to retort when katsuki speaks again, only not to her. she hears what she knows is your voice quietly chatting with him as he reassures you that he'll be right there with you and for you to go back to bed. the soft tone in his voice makes her eyes soften.

never could she ever have imagined her katsuki ever speaking so softly to anyone, because her katsuki is, despite having calmed down over the years, still quite the brat. (she's pretty sure she knows where he gets it from now..) he's still temperamental when interviewers and journalists get on his nerves. he's still awfully moody , but he's different now. he's just a little bit gentler with the way he handles kids or older women who's cats have gotten stuck in trees. complaining that this isn't his damn job but still doing it anyway with utmost care as the kitties sink their sharp claws into his skin or cling to him for warmth.

he's a still a little rough around the edges but it's the thought that counts. he's different than when he was younger, but he still is the most different with you. his rough and gruff voice that he uses to bark out orders and complain, complain, complain, he uses so softly around you, keeping you as calm and sleepy as possible. it's not perfect, but he manages to usher you back to your room to sleep, and that makes the thought count so much more.

"m'gonna go now." he warns, his mother hums in agreement, telling him she'll see him tomorrow and he reciprocates the goodbye.

"night, ma."

"night, kiddo." she grins, a happy sigh leaving her when she hangs up the call and lays back down. cozying herself up next to her husband.

she's had her suspicions and her hopes for a while now, but she can't be too sure what her son could possibly want from her tomorrow.

katsuki comes back home like he's never left.

the day goes like any other day would've went a few years ago when he was still living in the family home. mitsuki almost expects her son to run off upstairs to do his homework.

he greets his dad with a half hug, and is forced into a tight embrace by his mother, which he grumbles about. grumbles turning into a growl when she grips his cheek, scolding him for not greeting his mother properly.

it's a lot of catching up from the few months he's been busy with hero work. talking about his latests achievements and his quick climbing of the hero ranks, accompanied with barely suppressed smiles and softened eyes when you're brought up. mitsuki remembers how nervous he'd been when he'd told her he was planning on asking you to move in with him, so she's happy to hear from the both of you, since she has your number and you like to catch up every now and then, that everything was going well. though she already knew it would.

katsuki volunteered to help with dinner, his mother happily agreeing saying she could use some help. it makes her a little bit nostalgic and she wills herself not to get teary eyed at how much her son has grown.

but she sees that the opportunity has presented itself to bring up the topic that's been on the tip of her tongue the entire day now.

"so.." she sings "you wanted to talk about something, right ?"

katsuki stiffens like he'd forgotten, although his expression stays the same besides the slight squint of his eyes. the rhythmic cutting of vegetables has stopped and it takes him a moment before he speaks quietly like he's revealing a secret.

"i wanna ask yn to marry me."

oh.

so that was it.

"oh." she breathes immediately. a broad smile slowly grows onto her face and she beams "took you long enough, ya brat !" she exclaims, slapping her sons muscular arm. he growls lowly at her, leaning away from her though she remains undeterred. poking at his sides while he tries to smack her hands away.

finally, she relents "when are you gonna ask ?" she asks excitedly. katsuki huffs, eyebrows still heavily furrowed from her earlier attack. he turns back to the cutting board "soon. i arranged my schedule and we'll both be free, so in two weeks from now."

"you already have a ring ?"

he grunts in agreement. and mitsuki besides being proud of the fact her hunch was right, feels her heart warms at the burst of nostalgia of her little boy. her katsuki, kicking his feet in the backseat of her car. tightly gripping his bag of ring pop candies he'd give to you the next day. her little katsuki, who'd proudly claimed he was going to marry you when he grew up in that very same car, exclaiming that he'd proposed to you with those very same candies he'd almost had a tantrum over her not getting.

her little boy, who'd gotten oh so big, and so, so much more enamoured with you.

"good." she utters sweetly, voice just a bit wobbly "good. that's great, katsuki."

he nods to himself " i've thought about it for a while now..long while." he scoffs to himself, eyes focused on the cutting board in front of him. "got the whole day planned out too."

"yeah ?" he nods. her eyes soften as he speaks mostly to himself, he's had this little self hype up habit ever since he was a boy. trying to calm himself down and reassure himself. it's a smart move, but as strong and mature as he is, katsuki is nothing more than human. and anxieties can creep up on the best of us.

she's seen it before, and she sees it again when he bites his bottom lip in thought, and she smiles softly.

and again, she coaxes him into it " that sounds nice, looks like you got it all planned out, huh?"

and he nods again. but it doesn't take him, long before he breaks.

"..what if she says no ?"

and mitsuki wants to laugh. she really does, because the thought of you ever saying no to him sounds absolutely ridiculous to her. she snorts. shaking her head while her son looks at her incredulously.

"katsuki.." she tuts, chuckling to herself before she looks up at him. "you've got absolutely nothing to worry about. you've got it."

his eyes widen, then her son's expression drops as he raises a brow "how do you know that ?" his words make her smile widen this much more and she really wants to laugh.

how does she know. she scoffs

she knows because she knows him. she knows her katsuki better than anyone else, he's her son. she knows he's rude, rowdy, quipy, temperamental and everything else. he's all of that and so much more.

and yet you still love him. you're still so incredibly patient with him, you still offer him all of your kindness despite him once confessing to her he doesn't understand how you do. despite all of the times he's messed up, the times he's fallen down, you stay by his side you care for him, you care about him.

she knows her katsuki is absolutely infatuated with you, he always has been. from tantrums about being separated in class and knowing your favourite ice cream flavour to him being overly protective over you when you were paired up with your lab partner that ended up not being him and to him wearing the stupid stuffy tux mitsuki tailor made for him to take you to prom.

you've always been his number one best friend, but he's always been yours as well : he loves you, but you love him just as much.

and so mitsuki smiles "call it mother's intuition. and, not to brag, but i think most of my hunches have been right by now" and it widens when katsuki scoffs and rolls his eyes at her boasting, another bratty little habit he has that he's practically mastered over the years. she sighs, spreading her arms out towards him "well come over here. you've gone and gotten so damn tall, i can't reach you myself !" her son rolls his eyes again, but he scoffs softly to himself and with a shake of his head, he closes the distance and hunches over to hug his mother. she wraps her arms around him tightly and he grumbles when she squeezes but he doesn't try to get away.

"there's nothing for you to worry about, katsuki. absolutely nothing." she repeats, rubbing his back. "you love each other, and that's more than enough. just be yourself, it's been working out for you this far..somehow." she jests. katsuki scoffs indignantly but they both end up chuckling about it. after a few more seconds they pull away and mitsuki pats her son's chest with a sniffle. right on top of his heart that she knows, she's seen, has gone through oh so much.

but still remained entirely yours throughout all the years and still so so so enamoured with you.

gripping onto his shoulders, she whispers "you got this." the glossiness in his eyes is impossible to miss, he's always cried very easily. but she guesses she mirrors his expression exactly. her son is the spitting image of her after all. she places a hand on his cheek and he leans into it.

"thanks, ma" he whispers sincerely. and mitsuki feels her heart soar.

"any time."

during dinner, katsuki announces the news to his father. who after getting over his shock immediately wraps his son into a hug. congratulating him and encouraging him with teary eyes, she knows where katsuki gets that from, before they all settle down to have dinner before katsuki leaves a few hours later. waving off his mother's insistence to pass you a greeting with a grumbled acknowledgement.

she shakes her head as her and her husband watch him drive off but her heart is full of pride.

"we raised a killer son didn't we ?" she giggles looking back at masaru, who agrees with a smile as they share a laugh.

and the next time you both come over, you're giddy. unable to keep your excitement in check as you keep excitedly looking back at katsuki, who finally relents with an affectionate sigh and you happily show off you're ringed finger with a squeal.

mitsuki squeals right back, wrapping you up in the tightest bear hug she could. masaru takes his turn hugging you, sweetly congratulating you both. of course, they'll tell you they both new in advance, but that was all for later.

sure, she didn't know what her son was planning in advance, but she had her hunches and her funny feeling from all those years ago that you'd be sticking around. she guesses it's good enough that she was the first to be told.

she sends her son a proud and teasing smile when they make eye contact. he rolls his eyes, but the smile on his face doesn't fade as he watches you talk with his father. she doesn't have to say a single word for him to know what she's saying.

i told you so.

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one cup, one chance | park sunghoon (17+)

⋆.˚ ★— never accidentally spill a cup of coffee on a ceo's suit.. it may change your life forever.

warnings. smut, fluff, age gap (sunghoon!30s & reader!20s), swearing, dirty talk, pet names (ex. princess), unprotected sex, big dick p.sh, praising, light degrading, sweet talking

you’re just an average girl— a college girl who’s struggling financially and working part time at an local cafe to gather up whatever you could make to pay off your tuition for the semester. this has been a routine in your life for a while.. that was until you met park sunghoon.

you got involved with this man unintentionally. rushing to keep up with the orders, your coworker hands you a small receipt, a small black coffee. curious on who ordered it, your eyes pry around the small store and immediately find him.

this man was attractive. like.. very attractive. his blanched skin equated perfectly with his black, sharp, dapper full suit. bangs parted perfectly over his forehead which were accompanied by the thin glasses he wore as he spoke on the phone, his freehand in his pocket.

you found yourself stealing a few glances at him while you poured his coffee. "small black coffee." you called out, voice smaller than expected. when he reaches for the plastic cup, you easily got distracted by the diamonds quite literally dancing on his rolex and boom. the coffee spills all over his suit.

a loud, dramatic gasp escapes your mouth when you realize what happened. that suit probably costs more than your tuition. “shit! i'm so sorry.” you immediately reach for the napkins. he doesn't seem pissed but you're still trying to pat-dry his suit with shaky hands.

"i'll call you back," the man ended the call and shoved his phone in his pocket. as he did this, you continuously studied his face, praying that he wasn't gonna make you buy him another suit to be cruel. "really.. it's okay." he chuckled, taking the napkins from you, fingers brushing against yours.

"this never happened before," you explain, "i'll remake your coffee.. and you can have another one tomorrow. on me." you're quick to pour him another coffee, even upsizing it to be nice, handing it to him and making sure your fingers doesn't slip this time.

the man smiles. "cute." he says under his breath, taking a sip from his coffee. "i hope you keep your promise."

and of course you did.

because when you caught a glimpse of him walking into cafe, you're quick to pour his cup of black coffee. he walks up to the counter where you stood behind, a smile on his face. "you remembered," he states, reaching for the cup, "don't spill it on me this time."

you laugh softly, successfully handing him the cup of coffee, watching him take a sip of it. he hums to himself, satisfied. “i’m park sunghoon. and you?” the man breaks the awkward silence and never takes his eyes off of you.

“i’m Y/N.” you say with a small, nervous smile.

“gorgeous name.”

and like that, sunghoon was hooked. you were charming, funny, and gorgeous. quickly, the cafe became his favorite part of the day. he'd come in, order the same small sized black coffee, and tell you about his company before heading to work. he even caught himself getting their frequently late.

“how can you drink plain black coffee every morning?” you ask sunghoon as he takes a sip from his cup. his lean frame hovers over the counter while you wipe the same spot repeatedly so your coworker thinks you're working.

“keeps me busy, princess.” he simply answers.

finally, you both decided to exchange numbers which blossomed into a little thing. some little thing where he pays for your tuition and anything else you need and you repay him with sex. it’s that situation. and you would’ve hated it if the circumstances were different. but you were fucking a rich, hot ceo with the biggest dick ever. you wouldn’t change that for anything.

stepping outside after clocking out, you see that familiar tesla parked and waiting for you. the whiskey smell of sunghoon’s cologne immediately hits you when you get inside his car. his scent never fails to calm you after long hours of being around coffee.

“d’you like this, princess?” sunghoon whips out a small box with a gorgeous heart pendant inside. your heart thumps at the sight, blood rushing to your cheeks as you take the box into your hands. you catch a glimpse at the price sticker.

“it’s so beautiful. but the price is..” you’re interrupted with a peck on your cheek.

“i’ve spent way more on you, pretty. this ain’t nothing.” taking the pendant out of the box, “turn around f'me..”

it’s embarrassing how fast he gets aroused when he sees how pretty the pendant looks on you and how it contrasts with your glowing skin.

“looks pretty on me?” you ask, slightly pulling the collar of your shirt down to show the pendant on your chest.

sunghoon nods. “let’s go back to my place.”

“n-now?”

“mhm,” he pauses for a minute, “or do you wanna get fucked here?”

your stomach churns at his arousing words and you clench your thighs together. you wouldn’t mind it. instead you found yourself sprawled out on his bed. his hot, heavy body on top of you.

you can feel every vein on his big cock grinding against your walls with each thrust, his swollen tip abusing that sensitive spot deep within you.

you’re being fucked dumb. you couldn’t even remember to swallow which had you drooling. in a panic, you reach to grasp onto his arms in hopes of him slowing down, but he doesn’t.

“move your hands, princess. i gotchu.” sunghoon grunts with shivering breaths following afterwards. he observes how his cock can barely fit in your dripping cunt, how he can barely bottom out. he groans at the sight.

“hoon.. i can’t.. fuckfuckfuck.” you sob, turning your head away from him.

sunghoon tsks, “unt uh. let me see your face.” he grabs your cheeks and yanks your head towards him, squishing them together and chuckling at your muffled moans.

he traces his thumb over your swollen lips and shoves it in your mouth. that same hand travels down to your tits and he rubs over your hardened nipples. sunghoon slows his hips and focuses more on his rhythm.

“you’re so wet,” he groans, absolutely loving how much you're squirming and crying underneath him, “so gorgeous. all for me.”

“j-just for you, hoonie.. feels so good. so big..” you slur. and you can tell he’s close from his sloppy thrusts and unsteady breaths.

sunghoon nuzzles his face into your neck, licking and kissing at your skin just near the pendant he got you. fuck. he’s so obsessed with you. how’d he get so damn lucky?

“princess, say you love me.” he whimpers, wet lips still on your neck.

you stomach churns at his words. and you could feel your own orgasm building from the desperation in his voice.

“love you so much, so so much..” you whimper, clenching hard around him as that spring coils tightly and releases. you cum hard around him with a shuttered cry, vision fading to black.

“fuuuck.” sunghoon spills his thick, sticky cum deep inside your womb, rocking his hips against you while he chases his orgasm.

“you should quit your job.” sunghoon says.

“what?” he stops cooking and turns to you in confusion. you had thought that he understood that you weren’t, unfortunately, wealthy like him and needed that job for the money.

“did you forget, princess? you got me now.”

“i’d rather us date before risking that..” you say, biting back your lip nervously in hopes that he doesn’t get upset. but he only chuckles.

“then let’s date.” sunghoon smiles.

[viaxslz]

☾⋆｡𖦹 °✩ NOT SAYING I LOVE YOU BACK

享受 ! .°. ݁₊ 𐙚 gn!reader, cw: pet names, not proofread :P, Maknae line ver.

BANG CHAN

“Bye Chan!” You spoke making your way over to Chan who slouched on the couch as he lazily scrolled through his phone with a bored expression. You leaned down placing a soft kiss on his cheek. He hummed turning his head to face you. “Ok bye bye! Love you” he smiles at you. You smiled back turning around to leave but stopped to Chan pulling you back. “Say it?” “Say what?” You asked tilting your head to the side with a puzzled expression. “I love you too” he responded with a slight glare waiting patiently for you. “Ohhh” you giggled as soon as you realized. “I love you too”

LEE KNOW

Lee know pulled over at the front of your house. He was dropping you home after a wonderful date. As you bid goodbye to him, he opened his mouth to speak. “Ok..i love you” he said staring lovingly at you. You nodded turning your body to leave the car only to realized it was locked. You glanced back at Lee know who stared blankly at you. “I love you darling”. “I know” you responded like It was very obvious. You turned to open the door but he pulled your hands back preventing you from getting out. “Babe I said I love you…..didn’t you hear?” He spoke getting slightly pouting as he gripped onto your hands tightly. “Same” you answered trying to stifle your laughter. He scoffed and started the engine driving away from your house grumbling under his breath. “You’re not going home until you say it back”.

SEO CHANGBIN

Today was one of those days Changbin decided to be nice and drive you to work. Before you go down he gives you an I love you filled with happiness and love. You stayed silent and turned around to opened the car door and leave but it was locked. You turned around to give him a “what the heck face”. “I said I love you..?” He repeated in case you didn’t hear it. You nodded turning around to leave again, you were going to take whatever it takes to avoid repeating it. He grabs your arm and looks at you with a forced smile, trying to mask his annoyance. The silence was enough to make him grab your face and pull it closer to his. “I.LOVE.YOU.TOO! Come on repeat after me or else I’m gonna cry” he whines. You giggled at his adorable behavior and finally decided to stop teasing him. “Alright alright I love you too” you said placing a soft kiss on his cheeks.

HWANG HYUNJIN

You were lazily scrolling through Tik tok until you came across a trend where you don’t say “I love you back” to your boyfriend. You decided to do it tomorrow before he goes to work. “I’ll get going now. I love you princess!” He beamed happily. “Ok, thank you. Bye bye” you responded trying to sound dry. Hyunjin paused in his tracks turning to face you. "Huh? I said i love you, baby.…..Did i do something wrong?" His expressions changed as a pout started to form on his lips. He slowly walked towards you. “Did I do anything wrong? I’m sorry….please forgive me” he pleaded reaching out to your hands and lightly squeezing it. “I love you Princess” he repeated in a softer tone. “Thank you!” You nonchalantly responded. “Darling don’t you love me anymore? I promise I'll buy you a sweet treat and a bouquet of flowers. I'll buy you lots of plushies. Take you out on lots of dates. Just Say you love me back, pretty please..." His voice was pleading, and he pouted while looking at you with puppy eyes. “Hyunjin you are going to be late for work” you pointed at the ticking clock. “I don’t care. I’m not leaving until you say you love me back. Please say you love me back. Hyunjin continues to pout while still staring at you with puppy eyes. You sighed in defeat not being able to handle his cuteness. “FINE! I love you too!” You responded making him crack open his lips to a bright smile. His previous sulky and needy emotions replaced with a happier one.

PERM TAGLIST 📌🔖 ──── @the-sea-called-history02 @oc3anfloor

[luludeluluramblings]

Singer!Reader Prologue Idea

Neglected!BatSib!Reader that has a meta gene that makes it unnecessary for them to breath.

Based on this ask.

Warnings: Choking, GN!Reader

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It started with a bite. Dinner alone was bitter enough as it was. But, this bite was particularly bitter.

But, it was in that single bite your entire world shifted.

You were a Wayne. Talented, but not in a way that mattered to your father or the rest of your family. So what if you could play music by ear? That doesn't solve crime. So what if you have a voice that was smooth as silk, richer than your family name, sweeter than honey, or smokier than the thickest of Gotham's smog? That doesn't stop crime from happening. That doesn't solve anyone's problems.

So what if you spent hours and hours playing music in your room and writing lyrics? There were more important things to worry about.

Being desperate to fill that silence and living only through the images you'd see of your family on their public persona pages didn't warp you. Or, maybe it did. You're honestly not sure.

You just know that one bite was the wake up call.

It was too big a bite. You of more than you could chew and tried to swallow it down because you couldn't stand eating in the silence of that big empty kitchen.

You felt it get stuck. And, you felt fear and the air leave you.

You couldn't recall what it tasted like. Or, what it even was. Was it your favorite food? Was it some of Alfred's leftovers?

All you knew was it was lodged in your throat, good and tight.

And, no one was around to get it out. No one was there to help you as you couldn't even gasp for air. It was gone.

You counted the dreaded seconds to the inevitable. How the sinking horror that no one was going to help you. Not even if you ran to the cave and pounded on the clock guarding it. Your time was running out.

The agony that you would choke on the kitchen floor made tears well up in your eyes, your nose run and your skin to blotchy.

You don't know how long you stayed like that until you realized something.

You weren't dead. And, no one came.

As those two things settled into each of your still functioning lungs, you left the plate of food on the counter and went back to your room.

You looked up how to preform the Heimlich maneuver on yourself. Dislodging that bitter bite, before deciding to still chew and swallow it down. Letting it consume you as much a you devoured it.

The deep breath you took after felt empty. Almost unnecessary. It explained a few things about yourself and your life.

Your family was like air to you. Unseen, and, apparently, not needed.

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A/N: Just a little something something while I try to get back into a writing mood. I'm going to be stuck in my room for the next couple of days in technical isolation. Currently on an air mattress in the corner of my room, but tomorrow I'll at least be able to take my meds and eat normal food again.

[angel-sweets666]

stay…

Katsuki bakugo x reader

Katsuki and you spend your first night together in the same bed and he’s never been so comfy. this is rlly short, when I say I’m uninspired I mean it

His bed was warmer than usual, felt safer. Bakugo had always been skeptical of the dorms at UA, convinced they were sketchy and inadequate. But the day you, his partner, offered to lay down and sleep in the same bed, everything changed. The once cold and uninviting bed now felt like a haven of comfort and security. He watched you sleep, feeling an unfamiliar sense of peace wash over him.

As Bakugo tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, he couldn't help but marvel at how serene you looked in your sleep. He glanced up at the clock momentarily, noting the late hour, but his eyes were drawn back to your face. Your cute, sleepy expression put him in a trance. He had never thought so softly about anyone before. To him, people were usually lesser then him, nothing more then the ants he stomped on . But you? You were different. You were his baby, his precious, sweet little baby.

Even though you were strong and capable, Bakugo felt an overwhelming need to protect you. He knew how vulnerable you made him, how much of a target you could be for villains who sought to exploit his weaknesses. The thought of anything happening to you made his blood boil with a fierce protective instinct. He had to keep you safe, no matter what.

Bakugo rested his chin on your shoulder, listening to your steady breathing. The rhythm of it was soothing, grounding him in a way he never thought possible. He thought back to all the times he had seen people as lesser, as annoyances he could easily discard. But with you, it was different. He couldn't imagine his life without you in it.

You stirred slightly in your sleep, a soft sigh escaping your lips. Bakugo smiled to himself, feeling a warmth in his chest that he rarely experienced. He tightened his arm around you, pulling you closer. In this moment, everything felt right. The chaos of his day-to-day life, the constant battles and struggles, all seemed to fade away when he was with you.

"You awake?" Bakugo asked as softly as he could, trying not to disturb the serene atmosphere of the room.

"Mhm…" you replied sleepily, rolling over to face him, your eyes barely open.

"Well, you shouldn't be… Go back to sleep, dumbass. It's late, and we have training tomorrow," he grumbled, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

"Nuh-uh…" you mumbled, nuzzling your head into his chest, seeking more warmth and comfort.

"If you go to sleep now… I'll buy you food…" Bakugo offered, his voice a mix of exasperation and affection.

"…What kinda food?" you asked, your interest piqued despite your drowsiness.

"How's chocolate sound?" he proposed, a small smirk forming on his lips as he knew he had your attention now.

"I'm going back to bed now, Katsu," you responded, already feeling more relaxed at the thought.

"Atta girl/boy," he murmured, wrapping his arms tighter around you. He pressed another kiss to your temple, his heart swelling with a tenderness he rarely showed.

You felt his strong, steady heartbeat beneath your cheek, and the promise of chocolate was enough to lull you back into a peaceful slumber. Bakugo watched as your breathing evened out, a soft smile playing on his lips. He knew he would do anything to keep you happy and safe, even if it meant bribing you with your favorite snack.

He closed his eyes, allowing himself to fully relax. For the first time in a long while, he felt content. You were the one person who could calm the constang rowdiness he always had. bakugo watched you slowly fall back asleep, wrapping his arms around you tighter and rolling over onto his back just so you can lay ontop of him. He pulls the blankets over your shoulders to keep you nice and warm. Bakugo sighed and stared off at the white ceiling again, maybe he could convince you to permanently move into his dorm..? here you were cuddled up to him! You were so cute.

[404creep]

Here's another little installment for my Simon x Civilian Cleaning Lady series. I'm trying to leave some of the REALLY good ideas for one shots, but sometimes I just gotta get the ideas in my head OUT through these drabbles!!!! I'll try and finish up the one shot I'm working on this weekend and post it by Monday! (Spolier alert, it's about the time you learn Ghost's real name 👀)

Previous Next Series Masterlist

The first time Simon truly interacts with your nephew happens roughly three weeks after you both begin having real conversations (you know.....rather than him just lurking like Michael Myers, silently observing you from behind a wall down the hallway)

Simon came for his daily visit later than he usually does on this particular day. Bro was swamped with work so you'd already clocked out when he came looking for you.

He was honestly scared he'd miss you. But he figured you'd have to get the kid before you left so he tried the daycare.

He just hung around outside the daycare until you exited holding the small 4 year old.

You honestly didn't expect to see Ghost there. It did scare you a bit ngl.

Y'all kinda do a stare down for a bit before you shoot him a smile that makes his tummy flutter

You introduce him to your nephew and he's just kinda awkwardly standing there looking at the kid like "idk wtf to do"

Bro does not know how to interact with toddlers and you can't change my mind on this.

Your nephew is kinda just burying his head into your neck and mean mugging Ghost

Honestly ghost is sweating a bit cause the kid is a little intimidating ngl

kid's been through a lot

You tell him to wave to the nice uncle army man

The kid does a half hearted little finger wave and then turns his head completely to face the other way so he doesn't have to look at at the masked army man

Ghost is honestly sweating cause how is he gonna marry you if your nephew hates him? Who will be the ring bearer????

Simon had it all planned out

NOOOOO! NOT HIS ELABRATE WEDDING PLANS

He'll survive

Anyway he figured that the way to any man's heart is through his stomach so he decides to sacrifice one of his snacks on you for the kid. Simon ALWAYS has snacks for you hidden in one of his pockets.

Decides to use YOUR daily treat for the kid as a bribe.

Kinda digs a package of gummies out of his pocket and then shakes them a bit "He old enough for this?" is all he asks. Doesn't wanna hop the kid up on sugar without your permission.

You see it for what it is, a bribe to make the kid like him.

and honestly you find it kinda sweet that he's trying

so you say yeah

he kinda taps the kid's arm with the package and the kid turns his head back to look

cue less mean mugging and very focused eyes on said package of candy.

Ghost can't help but crack a little smile under his mask

kid is cute, there's no denying it. Looks a bit like you.

He rips the package open and offers it to the kid.

The kid reaches in with his little fingers and grabs a few and then promptly shoves them into his mouth, still basically hiding in your neck.

Pretty sure the kid also eats a bit of your hair because you feel a bit of a pull so you can't help but wince at the pain. Kids are gross sometimes.

You tell Simon you guys gotta go because you need to get home and cook dinner

simon nods and follows you out to your car and watches you buckle the kid into his carseat

He's mentally taking notes in case he ever has to do it on his own

Tells you to be safe and that he'll see you tomorrow and gives you the rest of the candy for the kid later. He'll have more for you tomorrow anyway.

Watches you drive out of the parking lot and doesn't go back inside until he can't see the car anymore

One day you guys will be going home together :)

It takes your nephew a while to warm up to him (Oneshot about this cooking as we speak)

Your nephew may or may not immediately love Johnny.......Simon is jealous of this fact.

[lostinlovingrevery]

Midnight Cravings

Logan Howlett X Pregnant! Reader

Logan faces his biggest challenge yet- your hormones

A/N : This is just a short drabble to warm me back up into writing again- also I have baby fever, AND logan fever :)

Warnings: Pregnant! reader, reader goes through hormonal turmoil, logan fighting for his life being a good partner and dad, some fluff

"Logan?"

He cracked open an eye upon hearing your timid voice. He'd been sleeping- or rather, trying to sleep. Since he's climbed in bed he's felt you tossing and turning all night.

At first, he tried to comfort you. Offer his help to give you a massage, rub your tummy- whatever you want. You merely snipped at him, extremely uncomfortable- and moody, and told him that he's done enough, considering he put you in this situation anyway, pregnant with his child.

So he put his hands up in surrender and attempted to go to sleep.

You were sitting on your knees beside him, wearing his t-shirt which usually was large for you, but since your belly has grown, it's become a tad more fitted- a sight he thoroughly enjoyed. He thought it was cute even as you grumble about it.

You had a small pout across your face. Tired eyes that made him feel guilty for giving up and going to sleep. He let out a small sigh, and sat up using his elbow to prop him up.

"Yeah princess?" He looked up at you with a supportive smile.

"I'm really hungry. Like...Hungry. Starving."

"Yeah?" He sits up completely. "What do you want?"

"Um....I want like....Something filling like...Rockys." You nodded, confirming your thought process. "Yeah, I want something from Rocky's."

Rocky's was a nice little restaurant you and Logan would eat at- it was one of your favorite places. He frowned, turning to look at the clock that sat on his bedside table.

"I don't think Rocky's would be open. It's almost 1 am." He looks back at you.

The expression on your face told him everything. That was not what you wanted to hear- no matter how reasonable it was. Your pout grew, and he could see the tears well up in your eyes.

"Woah- Hey, it's alright baby." He sats up, gently pulling you into an embrace. "I'll get you some tomorrow when they're open okay? First thing."

"But I want it now..." You began to cry, wrapping your arms around him. It broke his heart- it didn't matter how silly or unreasonable it was. "I can't sleep- the baby wants Rockys..." You suddenly stopped crying and looked up at him, firm in what you wanted.

"Alright what if...How about I make something you'd get at Rockys?" He suggests rubbing your back soothingly.

You looked at him, not entirely pleased with his solution- but forcing reason over hormones. You nodded finally.

"Yeah? Alright." He hums leaning forward to kiss your temple, and then down to kiss your belly. "I take it you want the usual?"

You smiled, and nodded again- wiping away your drying tears. He climbed out of bed.

"Alright, I'll be right back. You two don't go anywhere, okay?"

You giggled, lying back down in bed on your side, massaging your belly while you watched Logan pull on a pair of sweats, and a t-shirt before leaving your bedroom.

"Your daddy is the best, you know that?" You hummed to your belly, feeling the soft flutter in response. "We'll have to make it up to him later...."

A smoke alarm incident, broken glass, burnt food, and a quick late-night convenience store trip which led to stopping a robbery, Logan finally finished your meal.

"Alright baby- Sorry it took me a bi-" He froze as he saw you dead asleep in bed. Curled up on his side, with his pillow, you were sound asleep. He smirked, shaking his head as he moved to lay in bed by your side, as he went to finish the meal for you. As he chewed, he glanced at your swollen belly- able to hear both yours and the baby's heartbeat. "Y'know kiddo, you gotta give your mom- and me a break.. This ain't gonna fly when you come out of there."

He knew that wasn't true though- because it didn't matter how ridiculous, silly, or insane it was- he'd do anything for you and the baby

[eloquentlytired]

18+ CONTENT. MDNI.

wade x fem!reader x logan

word count: 3k

summary: Wade and Logan are your neighbors and best friends. You've been through many things together in the span of little time. When things take a turn for the worse, they're there for you.

warning(s): brief physical abuse ( reader's ex bf ), logan and wade are the bestest of friends fr, sassy wade, smut, threesome, fluff, tension, these three actually love eo too much, I LOVE THEM!!!, besties to lovers

note: sorry for any mistakes, I didn't re-check it but take it bc I'm ovulating intensely while also coping. this will be very self indulgent I fear

Your new life wasn't amazing but it was yours. It was good.

Your own rented apartment, your cat, your car and your neighbors which you'd somehow ended up best friends with. You've known Logan and Wade for half a year but you'd probably sacrifice a bunch of people for them — as terrible as that sounds.

“Ever thought we might be linked by destiny?” Wade asked one day while munching on a few chips.

“I was actually trying to think if I should link my fist to your left or right side.” Logan lovingly replied before the two began bickering. Yes, you truly loved them as they were.

At some point you had gone through all best friends shit with them. New relationships, breakups, toxic boyfriends and girlfriends. Or what Wade liked to call ‘the final boss’ known as your current boyfriend.

“He eats burgers with a fucking fork.” Wade argued while slurping his pasta. Logan was quiet next to him, taking in all the information of your newest relationship. In all honesty, he didn't like the guy — something seemed off about him — but you still appreciated how Logan wouldn't pry too much or judge. The opposite of Wade.

“You can't cross him out just because of that.” You talked back to Wade, roughly swallowing your own bite of pasta.

You were all gathered in Wade’s apartment, sitting at his dining table and talking.

“Cross him out? I'll do worse. I'll cancel him, gonna film it and everything too.” Wade turns to Logan then while pointing at you with his fork. “Tell her something now. This is an order.”

Logan glanced at Wade sideways before shrugging.

“She’s a big girl. Let her breathe a little.” Your face lit up at Logan’s reaction while Wade’s darkened unusually. But Logan was quick to soothe him with mere words.

“We’re a door away, bub. She needs us then she yells.” Logan stared at you as if waiting for a sign of confirmation and you found yourself obediently nodding — agreeing with his words. At least Wade seemed more relaxed now.

There were many things you hated in this life. Workload, bugs, traffic, Wade being right about things.

You blankly stared in the mirror, observing the bruise that was forming near your right eye. It hurt, of course it did, but the physical pain was somehow masked by the mental one. Whatever was going on in your head was simply worse.

You tried to remember everything that happened correctly.

Your boyfriend, yelling and screaming over some unwashed clothes he needed for tomorrow. You were a girlfriend not a maid, you'd told him before he punched you.

You remember the silence that followed and then how fast he left.

Wade and Logan were out working; a convenient time for your former boyfriend to do what he wanted then dip.

You stared at the clock on the wall signaling 3:20AM. Logan and Wade wouldn't get off until 6.

Sleep seemed impossible but it wasn't when you laid your head on your pillow and cried for what felt like an hour. So you cried yourself to sleep.

“Baby.” There were hands on you. Not rough or unfamiliar but quite the opposite. You opened your eyes slowly, feeling the aftermath of your crying affect your body. The headache, the puffy eyes, the dried drool on your face.

Wade’s thumb brushed over a spot on your face and you winced. It hurt. Then you remembered why it hurt.

You sat up in your bed, not caring that everything was spinning for a while. You spotted Wade sitting in your bed next to you then Logan with his arms crossed, standing at the doorway of your bedroom. He seemed even more intimidating like this, his expression caring suppressed anger. Rage.

“We had an unfortunate meeting last night.” Wade said, capturing your entire attention. “Your boy thought it was a good idea to choose our bar and get drunk. Said a lot of shit but more specifically what he did to his girlfriend. Boasted about showing you your place.”

The tension was thick but nothing could compare to Logan’s tensed stance. He was clenching his fists so hard, it was a miracle he hadn't popped a vessel yet.

“We decided to show him his instead.” It took you a while to realize how serious Wade was. There were no snarky comments or jokes or stupid comebacks. His eyes weren't even smiling anymore. Wade was simply angry and so was Logan.

“I would have killed him.” It was Logan’s voice that followed, speaking to himself more than you. “I would have killed him if it weren't for you two. Otherwise I wouldn't have something to lose.” Logan murmured, looked between you and Wade and then he exited your bedroom.

Some silent seconds later, you could hear Logan doing things in your kitchen. Probably cooking something.

“Is he alive?” It was your attempt at a joke but also not really. You were being genuine because you knew that these two people would kill for you. Actually.

Wade gave you a faint smile. His first of today.

“Yeah. Definitely won't be able to eat burgers with a fork for a while though.”

You giggled and his heart eased up when he saw you smiling. It was a good sign.

“I told Logan that if I don't see you smile once today, I'll find him again and do worse.” The glint in his eyes proved he was being genuine with his threats.

After all, Wade only made real threats and educated wishes.

“Dinner will be ready soon. Get her to shower, Wade.” Logan yelled from the kitchen and it made both of you grin simultaneously.

Wade followed Logan’s advice for once and held you by the hand while leading you to the bathroom.

You and Wade exchanged long glances once you entered the bathroom, as if having a silent conversation that no one else knew about.

Then you began undressing carefully as Wade’s eyes remained glued to your face until you were done.

He helped you into the shower and took off his shoes before joining you — although he was fully clothed.

When the hot water began dripping down both of you, Wade seemed unbothered by his clothes getting wet and sticking onto his body.

His focus was on you as he turned you around until your back was facing him and poured shampoo into his hands.

He washed your hair carefully as if you were the most fragile creature to exist. But it was also incredibly soothing as he ran his fingers through your hair and over your scalp, drawing invisible lines.

Then he took care of the rest. He rubbed soap across your neck, your chest and beneath your breasts as if he'd done it a million times before. He hadn't but it wasn't awkward — nothing could ever be awkward with him or Logan.

His fingers washed your sides then your stomach and when it was time, he gave you the initiative to clean lower.

It was silent for a long time. Wade stared at you and you stared back while rinsing the soap off your body.

“Food’s ready.” Logan cracked the bathroom door slightly open and spoke within the small gap.

When he received no reaction, he entered.

The three of you somehow ended up tangled in the small shower. You stood in between Logan and Wade, your back pressed against Logan’s bare chest while your breasts kept grazing Wade’s chest in return.

“The food will get cold.” You whispered as Wade bent down to kiss you, capturing your lips in a searing kiss.

Your hands moved to grip the back of his neck as you brought him closer, creating no space between you two. The same could be said about you and Logan as the latter kept rutting against you, his hardened cock moving in the space between your buttocks.

“We don't have to do this. Just say the word.” Logan whispered, pressing a faint kiss on your head.

You appreciated the affection and how gentle he was trying to be despite how hard he was.

“I want it. I want you.” You mumbled between them and that's all they really needed to know.

The bed creaked as the three of you moved in unison. Logan laid on his back while you crawled to him and laid on your stomach by his side. Your hand moved first, wrapping around his thick cock and giving it a few experimental tugs.

When he groaned in approval, you leaned your face closer to kiss the crown of his cock.

“Princess.”

He was already leaking in your hand, voice grumbling low.

The bed dipped beside Logan as Wade moved his knee there with odd familiarity and leaned over. You almost stopped what you were doing when you saw it happen—

Wade leaning in, grasping Logan’s jaw so naturally before kissing him hard. “Shit.” Logan cursed beneath all this attention and wrapped a hand around Wade’s nape while the other disappeared into your hair.

Logan gently urged you and you picked up where you left off — placing several kisses on the side of his cock before wrapping your lips around the tip. You gave it a tiny suck before sliding your tongue against his slit, feeling his thighs tense around you.

You swirled your tongue around his cock. Licking, tasting. Your hand remained clutching his base as your head began sinking and your mouth stretched around the fat girth.

Logan’s hips twitched but one of Wade’s hands moved to pin one of them down.

Your eyes watered but you didn't stop, taking him deeper and deeper. His fingers tightened their grip in your hair and once your nose was buried against his pubic hair, he lost it.

Your eyes fell shut as Logan fisted your hair into a messy bun and began fucking into your mouth without mercy.

Wade followed the noises you were making with his gaze — watched you as you stared at them both while swallowing Logan’s cock until it was impossible to breathe.

You hollowed your cheeks then, making Logan shudder beneath you.

Despite the restricted air in your lungs and the fat tears rolling down your cheeks, you didn't pull off. Even as Wade’s hand accompanied Logan’s on your head and forced you down, it still wasn't enough to break you.

You drooled around Logan’s dick happily as he used your mouth, raising his hips just a little to build a steadier rhythm. Even as his balls slapped against your chin, it didn't matter—

“I’m gonna come.”

Logan warned with a shaky breath as you hollowed your cheeks once more, sucking whatever precum you could into your mouth. Your fingers shifted from his base to his balls as you massaged them thoroughly, making his head spin.

Wade slid his hand away from your head and watched Logan dissolve into a mess of incoherent mumbles and lustful expressions while your actions took place.

“Gotta give her what she deserves, Lo.” Wade whispered against Logan’s lips to egg him on and it worked.

You felt Logan tense beneath you, his tip hitting the back of your throat without mercy. It took a few more thrusts to watch him come undone while Wade kissed him hard, swallowing every loud noise.

His moans turned into satisfied grumbles instead, faint purrs too.

You swallowed every drop carefully, eyes shut and throat contracting around Logan’s softening cock. A few moments later you pulled off, releasing the soft cock with a pop.

Something inside you snapped as you crawled higher to reach Wade, pulling him to you and kissing him hard.

Logan couldn't help how sensitive he felt upon seeing you two exchanging sloppy and dirty kisses — especially after he'd filled your mouth.

It was Wade’s turn and clearly he wanted everyone to know it.

“There!” You gasped as Wade pressed his cock in a spot that had your toes curling. Your hands fisted the sheets as he fucked you from behind, his cock stretching you out while his balls collided against your clit with each rough thrust.

It was wet and over the top.

His cum from previous orgasms was already beginning to drip out of you, coating Wade’s cock and your own pussy.

“Think I'll just ruin you for everybody else.” Wade grunted, his hands clutching your hips tightly.

Logan watched as you buried your face in a pillow and screamed, your entire body shaking as Wade miraculously ripped another orgasm out of you.

“In— I want it inside.” You pushed your hips back as if to make your point clear and Wade complied because you deserved every moment of this.

The hands around your hips tightened their grip as Wade suddenly pushed himself forward, slamming his cock too deep, and emptied himself inside you.

Wade pressed his forehead against your back while your body completely crumbled beneath him. Spent and full.

You felt so sleepy that it was impossible to hear the exchange between Logan and Wade.

“Got carried away,bub.” Logan commented as he sat up, watching Wade’s cum leak out of you.

“I think it's barely enough.” Wade teased while looking back at him, completely slipping his cock out.

By the time you woke up, you were starving. Logan reheated your dinner which you basically inhaled afterwards.

You took another shower then — a proper one — and spent time watching tv sandwiched between Logan and Wade.

Their hands which were resting behind you were different this time.

First of all, you now knew they were definitely intertwined. Secondly, you were officially a part of this equation. Whatever that was.

“You have a really hairy ass.” Wade decided to cut through the silence, throwing a glance at Logan.

Your eyes shifted between them as you tried to muffle your laughter.

“Your mother likes my hairy ass.” Logan grumbles and Wade gasps in fake offense.

“You cheating bastard. With my own mother?” Wade places a hand over his chest theatrically. You giggle.

Logan rolls his eyes and decides to flip him off.

Yeah. You would sacrifice everyone for these two.

[cooneyscross]

Buffet

Leah Williamson

summary: Leah can't resist an all you can eat buffet, especially when your the main course.

warnings: smut, mdni, 18+

The big white block letters were already peeling over the black fabric and you'd only put them on a few minutes ago. They were uncomfortable, and not nearly half as nice as other pairs you owned, but the message made it all worth it: 'ALL YOU CAN EAT BUFFET'.

The ad for the thong had popped up when you were scrolling on instagram and it had been too good to resist. You'd ordered it immediately knowing that Leah always liked a good joke, but also liked a good meal.

You wear them beneath the little pajama shorts that drive Leah crazy, the ones that are loose enough so that she can always catch a glimpse of your underwear beneath them.

You're laying in bed, scrolling on your phone, as you waited for your girlfriend to come home. She'd messaged you a while ago, saying that the media team had kept her back and she'd be home later than planned.

It's only as the clock ticks to 9:30 that you finally hear your apartment door open and Leah's mumbles as she chucks her bags on the ground and pours herself a glass of water.

You put your phone down on the bedside table and tuck yourself beneath the covers, keeping your thighs purposefully visible. A small smirk falls on your face when your girlfriend walks through the door, running her hands through her hair and trying to muffle a yawn.

You're slightly taken aback when she refrains from making a comment about your choice of clothes. Usually she'd be all over you, and you have no doubt that she'll be nearly on top of you when you're both beneath the covers, but you can't believe that she manages to keep her mouth shut.

'Jonas wants me to go into the club earlier tomorrow to do a press conference for the Chelsea game,' she mumbles, clearly tired and slightly pissed off at her manager who you'd heard many rants about. 'Says I've got to be there an hour early, 7 I think? Which means I gotta haul my ass up before then.'

'Oh,' you sigh, trying to hide the disappointment in your voice, 'Sorry Le, we can sleep early tonight.'

She hums in agreement, getting changed before joining you underneath the covers, immediately reaching for you just as she does every single night. Her hands gravitate towards your waist, and even if she's too tired and committed to her job to think about sex tonight, her hands still snake into the waistband of your shorts just for safekeeping.

As soon as he feels the stiff, blocky, cool of the lettering on the front of your thong, you feel her brows furrow where her head is pressed into your shoulder. She lifts her head up and moves the blankets away from your body and pulls the waistband of your shorts down so she can see what your wearing in the dim lights neither of you made the effort to turn off.

'What-' she squints, trying to read upside-down without proper lighting, but it's a hopeless cause. Your dying from laughter and you shimmy out of your shorts so your sitting on your knees, close enough for her to see.

'All you can eat buffet,' she reads, murmuring the words while her face lights up and a hearty laugh escapes her throat, 'You naughty little girl, where did you get that?'

'I have my secrets,' You tease, and she braces a hand on your thigh to admire it. She studies you for a moment, still chuckling, and then she moves up, staring at you expectantly.

'Well lay down, baby.' She invites you, 'Let's see this buffet.'

'No, Leah, it's alright!' You insist, 'You have to be up early for the conference, it can wait, I'll wear them a time when your less busy.'

'No,' she whines, pulling at the waistband of the thong. 'Your terrible jokes and impulsive financial habits have turned me on. Plus, I didn't have dinner tonight and I don't see the point in wasting a perfectly good meal. On your back baby.'

'Leah, you don't-' You shake your head, knowing how important football, especially Arsenal, is to her. But she takes your face in her hands, pushing you down so your laying on your back, 'we don't have to do this, we can-'

'God, you make pussy eating sound like a chore.' She mumbles between kisses, her lips trailing down to your collar bone. 'Relax baby, All you can eats are my favourite, and I've just realised how hungry I am.'

You moan as Leah's hands reach under your shirt to play with your breasts. It's only been a matter of seconds and you've already turned to putty at her touch.

Her hands trail down your body, down to in between your thighs, her lips following as she kisses just above your waistband.

She rips the thong off chucking it behind her and her tongue slips into you, running a line along your slit. The sudden contact causing you to moan.

'Fuck Leah.' You cry out and trap her head with your legs, reaching down to pull on her hair which had fallen loose. She moans into your pussy from the feeling.

All you can hear is the sound of her tongue licking and sucking, and it's so fucking hot. Leah was way too good at this.

She adds a finger into you and flicks her tongue against your clit. She swirls her tongue around in circles, pumping her finger in and out of you as she does.

'Leah!' you yell out from the feeling, leaning up onto your elbows. You wanted to watch her eat you out, it's still dark but you can make out her blonde hair between your legs. That's all you need.

She continues to eat you out, and you grind on her face to feel her tongue deeper into you until you don't think you can take it anymore.

She moans loudly into your pussy, sensing that you were close by the way you clenched your thighs around her even tighter than before. You're so fucking close.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head, body going rigid as you came onto her tongue. She keeps sucking making sure to get every last drop.

'Best dinner ever,' she breathes, a satisfied smile spreading across her face, prompting a laugh from you. 'But I think I’ve still got room for dessert.'

[urmom3001]

Princess

Summary: Luke never would have thought he'd ever have eyes for the daughter of Hades and Persephone.

Warnings!: Fem! Hades & Persephone reader, because Hades cabin doesn't exist yet, she's a minor god, so she stays in whatever cabin she pleases until the time of Nico Di Angelo. Timing is placed before tlt . She has pyro kenesis basically fire control. I've changed somethings, she's not considered a forbidden child because she's born from two gods, not a god and a human. This isn't canon obvi i made it up to fit the story.

Whenever Luke was called to the big house, he knew he was never in trouble. It was always to show around and be informed of a new arrival. But this time when he got to Chiron and Mr. D they seemed a little bit more..serious about this new camper.

"Ah Luke, come sit with us." Chiron beckoned him to sit with him and Mr. D while they were playing cards. This was already out of the ordinary, usually when there was a new camper, he would get a brief run down of who they were and when they were coming, and he would be sent back on his merry little way. He slowly pulled out the chair and sat. "We have a new camper coming tomorrow."

Okay nothing new, "That's great, I'll be showing them around tomorrow?" He asks knowing the answer is yes.

"Yes, but there are some things you need to know before her arrival." Chiron answers. Great, so the new camper is a girl.

"This girl.." Chiron continues. Luke waited. He was so curious. Was she a forbidden child? Was she a crazy psycho? "She's the daughter of Hades, and Persephone." That answered all of Luke's questions.

The Princess of the Underworld would be coming to Camp Half-Blood, and he needed to escort her around.

"She'll arrive tomorrow early in the morning, be ready kid. O' eight hundred. " Dionysus continued.

"You are dismissed." Chiron says not once looking up from his intense game or cards with Mr. D. Whelp, this was gonna be very interesting for Luke.

Luke woke up the next morning at around 7 am. Perfect amount of time to get ready and to eat something before showing the new camper around. It had occurred to Luke that he didn't know her name. Chiron hadn't told him. By the time he was done getting ready and had a bite to eat, it was about 7:50. Perfect timing.

He made it to the borders of camp to wait for the girl. Nonethe less when the clock struck 8:00am and all of the campers started to ride due to the morning conch. A big pink flame of fire emerged from the ground. It startled Luke, but as the flame started to go away, the silhouette of a girl peaked through. She was facing the other way looking around. And when she turned around..

Oh boy.

Luke fell hard. His palms were starting to sweat, he felt his heart thumping. Of course he had always heard the myths and the stories about the Princess of the underworld. In almost all of them they had all mentioned her beauty. And boy were those words true.

"Are you the boy that's showing me around? Father said that I would have an escort?" She said. Her voice was like the calm after a storm. Luke didn't answer. "Uhm? Sir?" She questioned.

"Oh! Uhm yes! that's me. Uh I'm Luke." He managed to get out while offering his hand to her.

She took it, boy her hands were soft like feathers. "I'm Y/n, it's nice to meet you, but can we get going? It's quite hot today." She said

Without thinking Luke says "You'd think you'd be used to the heat, being from the underworld and all." Luke's eyes widen when he realized what he said.

He looked her in the eyes and at first he thought he fucked up. She had a deadpan on her face. But when they stared at each other for a bit she started to crack, and she let out the most beautiful laugh Luke had ever heard.

"Well, let's get going Luke, we wouldn't wanna burn out here," She said with a little giggle sending a small amber his way.

He was in awe. She had fire powers, just like the stories said.

After a while. The pair got close. They were friends...that's if you still count them as your friends even though you're constantly flirting all of the time.

And that was the dynamic between the two. They were always bickering or flirting, or both at the same time. Luke knew from the moment he saw her he was doomed. He had never felt this way about anyone before. Every camper saw it, Luke looked at Y/n like she hung the stars in the sky, and honestly if you told Luke she did, he would believe you.

After a while the two had even received a name, the princess and her guardian. Because wherever Y/n was Luke wasn't too far by lingering around her, always keeping an eye on her.

They never admitted they're feelings for each other however. Not until the incident about a year after Y/n's first summer at camp.

"Oh come on Y/n, why don't you ditch that loser Luke and be with me." Ben from Aphrodite cabin said to her as she sat by herself with her lunch waiting for Luke.

"Excuse me?" She said with offence. Luke for one was NOT a loser, okay maybe he was just a bit but still. That was rude, and Y/n didn't like rude people.

"You heard me doll." He said with a smug smirk. Gross, that nick name did not come out as good as he thought it did.

"Leave me alone please, now you're just being ridiculous." She stated. Y/n was very open with her boundaries and did not like it when they were crossed.

"Oh come on, you know you want to." This guy just couldn't take the hint.

"She said leave dude." Luke stated from behind you. You looked back and smiled mouthing "Thank you."

"Well well, the loser himself. Y/n deserves a real man, after all, she is a princess." He said in a snarky tone.

"Dude seriously just back off." Luke said stepping up chest to chest with him now. Y/n stood now, she didn't like conflict, and she definitely did not want to be the reason why it started.

"Come on Luke, let's just go." She said trying to tug him away. Luke looked at her then back at the smug boy. Luke huffed and turned around.

"Yeah go ahead and go cry to your daddy! Oh wait..." Ben shouted as they walked away. This time Luke wasn't the only one that was fighting now. Y/n knew all about Hermes and how he treated Luke. Now this made her angry.

"What did you say?" Y/n said as she turned around.

"You heard me clear and-" He stopped talking as he took in Y/n's state. Her eyes burned with fire. Her fists ready with flames.

"Can you repeat yourself?" She said coming closer to him.

Ben started to panic. "Help!" He yelled, as if everyone eyes weren't on them the second Y/n turned around. "This girl is crazy!" He cried.

Y/n fake lunged forward toward him which scared him endlessly making him run off to cry to mommy. Of course Y/n wasn't going to actually hurt him. Just scare him a bit so he wouldn't mess with her and Luke.

Now that Ben was away, so was the crowd. Nothing to watch anymore so everyone went about their day. Now it was just her and Luke.

She calmed and so did her fire. She turned to see Luke staring at her with more twinkle in his eyes than usual.

"Yes?" She asked.

"I'm in love with you." Luke said.

"What?"

"I love-" Luke was cut off with a pair of lips colliding with his. It was everything Luke thought it would be. Her lips were soft, just like he imagined. He always thought he would kiss her first though. I guess some things can't be predicted.

"I love you too Luke Castellan." She said after they pulled apart.

The two stared at each other with their rosy cheeks and they're foreheads pushed together.

Luke never would have thought in a million years that he would be with the Princess of the Underworld, there's a first to everything though.

A/n: I've been having writers block recently. I literally don't know what to write, so if you have an requests, they're open on my acct!!

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teenage dream- drew starkey

drew starkey x younger!singer!reader

warnings: angst, age gap [reader was 19-drew 29 / reader is 21-drew is 31], mention of sex, angst, mention of virginity as something pure [just for the purpose of the fic.]

summary: now that it's over, was she only his teenage dream?

playlist: teenage dream and vampire by olivia rodrigo

she sat next to her marketing team, phone in hand.

"ready to post it?" the head of the team asked.

"yeah just do it."

she had made them aware of what had happened in the past two years before posting, knowing how the rummors would fire up in a second.

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her thoughts kept her up at night, six months since their end, he still clouded her mind and now she was scared of her guitar. the only thing she ever wanted was to feel wanted, in return she got to be kept hidden, ignored in public, to feel like a dirty little secret.

two am on her bedside clock, phone screen lighting up next to it. incoming call.

drew

declined

she sighed, he's probably drunk.

incoming call

drew

declined

text

drew 'can you answer?' seen

drew 'please' seen

drew 'alright' seen

drew 'what's the song about' seen

drew 'you know i love you' seen

manipulative piece of shit, he got her crying again. sometimes she wondered if the whole purpose of his life was to make her's miserable.

she didn't answer instead shared 'fool for you' by zayn in her instagram stories, childish maybe. she felt like a fool.

flashback

"i'm going back home for a few days." he let her know as he made her breakfast. "my niece's birthday." never an invitation to come with him.

"you're going alone?" his t-shirt a size too big on her body.

"yeah why?" he threw a confused look her way.

"thought you'd let me come with you this time." he chuckled at her words.

"don't you think it's a bit soon?" she sighed, a year and a half too soon.

"do they at least know about me?" he didn't answer nor looked at her. "i- i remembered i have somewhere to be. i'll see you tomorrow maybe." she turned around ready to leave but he tried to hold her by her waist.

"baby..." he sighed when she escaped his hold. leaving with half a smile, rushing the hell out of his place.

end of flashback

there had been rummors about them, drew being with a singer, her being with an actor, a few times speculations that they were the one's together. he made her deny them to everyone around her.

how could she be so stupid to believe it was to protect her, them, from the haters? he just was ashamed of being seen with her. young singer, he couldn't take her home to his family, would she make him look bad in front of his friends?

"god." she screamed into the silence of the middle of the night.

she hated herself, couldn't stand looking in the mirror. couldn't stand feeling so stupid, for giving her so called purity, for writing so many songs about someone who lied to her, who made her feel this little. someone who made her go to sleep crying while she looked at the instagram updates pages, someone who kissed her tears stained cheeks at the privacy of his home after ignoring her the whole night at an event.

flashback

he had been ignoring her the whole night, walking past her without sparing her a second thought until one of his friends made him walk her way while she talked to someone he knew.

"drew do you know y/n?" nate introduced them.

"not personally no." she hated how much power he had over her and tried to hide the hurt expression in her eyes but still took the hand he extented in hers. "nice to meet you."

"same thing." she smiled at him, making small talk with both of them before excusing herself to greet some friends.

"she's stunning." nate said watching her go.

"yeah she is, talented too. brooke and madelyn love her music." drew tried to be subtle at the way he watched her body walk with ease on a beautiful black dress.

"can connect you two if you want." nate teased making drew laugh.

if onl he knew.

text

drew 'you look beautiful baby'

y/n 'thank you <3'

she ended in his sheets that night, i love you's and i'm sorry's whispered in her ear.

end of flashback

he was in her doorstep, why did he think it was a good idea?

"go away." she said from the safety the closed door gave her.

"please i just want to talk." he held a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

"no! why can't you stop hurting me?" she raised her voice. "what else do you want from me?"

"your forgiveness." she let a dry laugh leave her throat and opened the door.

"forgiveness about what? the way you made me feel? the way you made me cry? the way i gave you everything and the only thing i got in return were lies and be hidden or ignored?"

"baby you've got to understand." he pleaded.

"no!" she shouted. "i'm done!" she was fucking exhausted. "i'm done understanding, you bleed me dry like a godamn fucking vampire, i don't have anything else left. i'm picking piece by piece so no, go to hell."

the door closed with force in his face.

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flashback

"i can't keep going." she looked at her side, he had just parked in front of her house.

"what?" confusion painted on his face.

"i can't keep going on as your secret. i can't." eyes crimson red.

"baby it's just for a while." he tried to lie again while taking her hand in his but she moved as if touch would kill her, it did.

"it's been two years. there's no while anymore for us." hugging her knees made her feel childish, did he see her like that?.

"i love you isn't that enough?" he asked and she scoffed.

he followed her out of the car, accepting the box she gave him before dropping it by their feet to grab her arm.

"please i've been beging for something you'll never give me. so please please let me go." she held onto his forearm, broken voice and wet face.

"no baby i love you."

"please let me go." she cried, she felt so small, he made her feel small.

for once he gave her what she asked him, he let her go.

end of flashback

"we're going to a concert tonight with madelyn and some friends, wanna come?" brooke, drew's sister, asked him as he sat in her couch.

"sure who's?"

"y/n's you must have heard of her." he noded yes.

"sure let's go." he knew she would hate him for going to the show.

"cool i'll tell maddie to let them know." she smiled at her brother oblivious to what had been happening between them for the past two years.

"hey there's madelyn cline with some friends in the public, asking to meet after the show. do you wanna?" her head shoot up at the words of her manager. "drew starkey is here too."

"tell them i can't, tell them to call if they want to come to another show." her throat tightening. "he's here?" celine, her manager, said yes.

"his sister too." her hand laid on her chest, rubbing to make the nervous sensation go away.

"no yeah tell them no, flying right after the show or i don't know anthing." celine left the room going to deliver the message.

she spotted him in the vip section quite fast, she knew everyone he was with even if they only knew her as just a singer. they didn't know her as his ex girlfriend, as someone he said i love you to, as someone who wrote songs about him, the ones they were singing right now. they didn't know he was the reason the tour was called the secret of us.

"to everyone here tonight! this song was for all of us, don't waste your twenties on random men who don't appreciate you! no one is more important or intresting than you and all your friends. i love you, good night!"

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drew 'hey, i don't know if you knew but we went to your concert tonight.' seen

drew 'you looked absolutely beautiful.' seen

drew 'let me know if we can talk sometime soon.' seen

drew 'i love you, i'm sorry.' seen

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[hufflepuffsthunderdome]

Never There

Chef Luca x GN!reader Summary: Your boyfriend is struggling to manage work and his commitment to you, and it's coming out in way's he hates Warning: Angst, kinda ooc Luca, illusions to depression, anxiety A/N: I'm so sorry anon I deleted your request on accident! But enjoy regardless! This is a bit depressing so be warned, read part 2 here

The apartment was dead quiet by the time Luca got home, cringing to himself when the front door squeaked when he pushed it open, trying desperately to be gentle when he shut the door behind him. Shrugging off his coat and shoes and scarf, he dumps them all by the door, taking note of the soft glimmer of light coming from the living room of your shared apartment. As he steps inside, his eyes immediately fall on your form, curled up on the couch, half under a blanket as you sleep peacefully, still done up nicely from work, looking gorgeous even with your face half pressed into the pillow.

Strewn across the coffee table are the remnants of dinner, a half empty, now luke warm bottle of wine - cheap wine, he notes with a laugh when he picks it up - a pair of wine glasses, one used, one clean, and a number of candles strewn around the place, most of them having died on their own but a few still flickering with light.

On the floor lays your phone, where you no doubt dropped it as you dozed off, the screen illuminating when he picks it up.

"I'll be home soon, my love, just finishing up now ❤️," his text to you, sent 45 minutes before he walked through the door, the third one he's sent you this evening, promising he'd be home soon, this one remained unread.

His throat feels tight as the feeling of guilt settles in, watching you lie sleeping on the couch, not having even gotten changed from work - you were that excited for him to get home - as the remnants of what was clearly meant to be a nice night spent together go wasted.

In the kitchen, you've stuck a sticky note on the microwave, orange and bright with your messy scribble, "I was starving so I couldn't wait, but there's pasta in the fridge. Wake me up if I fall asleep when you get home, I want to watch The Devil Wears Prada"

The microwave clock flashed under your note, 01:36AM. There's no way he could wake you up at this hour.

He sits on the balcony with his reheated pasta, trying to let the cold air calm the painful ache in his chest as he pokes at his dinner. He carried you to bed, mumbling something sweet to you when you stirred, forcing back a sick feeling of guilt when he laid you down and you wouldn't let go, feeling a stab to his heart at the whimper you made when he had to pry your hands away.

He'd sent a message to his coworkers, letting them know he was calling in sick tomorrow. He was exhausted - mentally and physically - and he didn't think he would be able to face the world tomorrow, let alone focus on baking anything. He just didn't have it in him to handle it, this heavy guilt lying thick on his shoulders and weighing him down until it felt impossible.

He knew his choice meant he'd have to face you, have to watch your excitement crumble, all because of him, when he tells you he's too tired to do anything fun. All he wants to do is be with you, spend every second of the day he can with you, but the inevitable disappointment always comes; he always manages to rip away his little moment of peace, the ounce of happiness he manages to give you.

Even now, as he sits on the balcony, shivering from the cold, he knows you're there, in your shared bed, waiting for him. You'll curl up into him the second he climbs into bed with you, letting him embrace and sink into your warmth that he knows he doesn't deserve - letting him embrace your love that he's starting to doubt he deserves.

What kinda man does this to his partner? Leaves them for hours at home alone, while they wait patiently for him, not complaining, just smiling brightly when he walks through the doors, whatever hour that may be. He dragged you all the way here for him, all the way to Copenhagen, so he could follow his dreams, and now he was neglecting you in the pursuit of more. You have your own things going on, a successful career, friends, hobbies, and yet you still make time for him, to keep him involved in your life even as he starts to feel like a burden.

It felt like he was barely hanging on, everything balancing by a thread as he attempts to keep it together, watching as he lets you slip away the more he neglects your relationship. He felt too weak to do anything about it, too scared to trust the bakery with anyone else, and too selfish to let you go find someone who can give you the attention you deserve.

He doesn't even realise he's crying until he feels his face begin to sting, the cold, harsh air hitting his damp cheeks, pulling him out of his thoughts. The only thing he let himself think as he walked back inside was how desperately he needed sleep.

His back aches when he wakes up in the morning, the sound of his phone dinging pulling him from his uncomfortable sleep, stretched out on the couch.

My Love: "Did you forget your coat today? You're gonna freeze on your way home ❤️"

He groans as his eyes adjust to the light, pulling himself up and stretching to shake off the ache in his back. "I'm still here, love," he calls out, assuming you're somewhere in the apartment.

The silence that follows is almost deafening, as he almost hears the confusion, before your head pops out from around the kitchen archway, a bright smile on his face, "Luca?"

He just nods as he looks away, unable to face the feelings that settle in his stomach as he watches you smile at him like that. You're giddy with excitement as you walk over, coffee forgotten on the kitchen island as you stop in front of him, hands gently on his face as you tilt his head to look up at you.

"Why're you home?" you ask with a laugh, eyes crinkling as you take in his sleepy face looking up at you.

"Called out today," he murmurs back as he turns his head, nudging your hands away with more force than he intended.

"Are you sick?" you ask gently, the worry evident in your face as you bend down to catch his eyes. Again, he just shakes his head as he looks away from you, suddenly interested in the magazine laying on the coffee table.

"Just needed a day off," he murmurs, forcing a bitter laugh as he thinks about how childish this feels, like he's asking his mum for a day home from school.

"This is great," you say excitedly as you kneel down in front of him, your smile shining brightly as your eyes light up with excitement, "we can go out if you like? Nothing fancy, maybe just grab lunch? We haven't had a day off together in months."

You say it so casually that it makes Luca's stomach drop; the excitement you feel at getting the absolute bare minimum from him makes him feel sick as he watches you talk. His brain feels foggy as he watches your lips move, the words sounding muffled as he struggles to focus.

"I think I need to go lie down," he cuts in, turning away just as the smile on your face drops to one of concern as you watch him get up. He hears you call his name after him as he walks towards your bedroom, the door shutting behind him before you can say anything else.

He wakes up with a groggy groan when he feels the bed shift next to him, immediately leaning into it when he feels your presence sit next to him. "Do you need anything?" you whisper softly as you card your gentle hand through his hair, pulling a contented sigh from his lips as you wake him from his sleep. He shakes his head as he lets his eyes flutter open again, looking up at you. The light shines in from the window, peaking through the blinds he has drawn shut. It casts a halo around your head, a warm glow across your body that leaves his throat feeling dry as he looks up at you.

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs, words desperately trying to follow that he forces back. I'm sorry, I'm fucking this up, you're too good for me.

"You're not so bad yourself," you say with a soft laugh as your hand moves to cup his jaw, thumb running along his cheek as you try to shift the suddenly intimate mood to something lighter.

He just keeps his eyes locked on you, watching the way you light up as you smile down at him, leaning into your touch. "I love you," he murmurs softly as he lets his eyes shut again, "I just need to sleep."

"You sleep, baby," you murmur as you plant your lips against his temple, "I'll be here when you wake up."

For the next three day's that's pretty much all he did, sleep. Slept his days away while he heard you bounce around the house, come and go from work, dot on him with the kind of care he hates that he loves so much. He just did nothing but lay there.

He'd called off work for the next few days, letting himself rot away as he struggled to find the ability to do anything else, spending his nights sitting on the balcony, chain smoking cigarettes until he made his stomach nautious and his head spin, chasing anything that will stop him from fighting himself over the anxieties that have been plaguing him all week.

"What's wrong?" you ask gently, almost afraid to break the silence as you push open the doors gently onto the balcony, leaning against the frame as you take in the sight of your boyfriend. Shirtless, leaning against the railing, shoulders tense as he smokes, something you haven't seen him do in a long while.

He doesn't say anything, just lets out a shaky exhale of white smoke as he remains unmoving. You stand there for a while, unsure what to do as you just watch Luca, watching him work through whatever is clearly going through his mind right now.

"You're smoking again?" You ask, the nerves rising in your voice as his silence feels suffocating. He nods this time, at least giving you some sign he's listening. You step out onto the balcony, warm hands finding his cold back as you run it gently up his spine, smiling softly to yourself as the tension visibly eases under your touch, "what's wrong?"

He shakes his head, turning to face you, "nothing," he says, opening his mouth again to continue before obviously deciding it against it and turning away again.

"Do you wanna come to bed?"

He tenses again under your palm, shaking his head, "I'm not tired."

"Still," you continue, "you shouldn't be out in the cold like this -"

"I'm fine -"

"You'll get sick -"

"I'm fine -"

"Besides, it's like 3 o'clock and you -"

"I said I'm fine."

You step back, looking up at him, eyes wide with shock as you take in his forceful tone, fumbling with your words as you try to find the right ones to say, "Luca I -"

He groans, almost painfully, as you watch him bury his head in his hands, cigarette falling from his fingers and dropping down to the street below as he tugs his hair. He hunches in on himself, resting his forehead against the cold metal railing as you watch his back heave as his breathing grows ragged, "go inside."

You move forward gently, hand reaching out to touch his arm, flinching back when he moves away from you, as if your touch hurt him. Standing there with his back to you, you watch as he tilts his head back, breath coming out in white, cold puffs as you hear him begin to cry.

You're too stunned to move, as you watch him break down, in total shock as the emotions pour out of him. He chokes out your name through the tears, "I don't think I can do this."

"Do what Luca?" you ask gently, your own eyes burning with tears threatening to fall as you watch your boyfriend break down. He's silent for a while, crying softly as he mulls over his next words, fighting an invisible war with himself that he's too scared to let you see.

"Please just go back to bed," he murmurs eventually.

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[werepuppy-steve]

don't look at the timezones too closely, the idea of eddie on tour and leaving steve voicemails to wake up to in the morning was too cute to pass up ao3 link

"steeeeeve harrington."

eddie's sleepy voice rumbles away in steve's ear. there's no one else around so steve doesn't bother to hide his grin as he snuggles further under the blankets.

eddie chuckles, breathy and giddy, like he's telling a private joke. "good morning, sweetheart. well, morning for you. sun won't be up here for another–" there's a pause, then a shuffle, and steve can picture eddie rolling over in his hotel bed to look at the alarm clock even though he could just look at his phone, "–five hours, christ alive."

steve's grin turns gooey when eddie lets out a loud yawn into the receiver. he hears the sheets shifting and he has to reel his mind back in from the gutter.

"the boys say i'm stupid for leaving you all these voicemails," eddie tells him once he's comfortable. steve pictures them both laying the same way, facing each other. "they call me whipped every time i pick up my phone, but guess what, stevie?"

he pauses, like he's waiting for an answer.

steve can't help but to whisper back, "what, eds?" into the quiet of their bedroom.

"i miss you so much, sweetheart."

steve feels his heart jump to his throat so suddenly that he almost chokes on it. butterflies erupt in his belly and he can feel himself blushing. his lips wobble with the attempt to not make some embarrassing expression, even though he's the only one in the room.

it's been over a month since they've seen each other in person. photos of their teary eyed send off were still making the rounds on twitter and instagram—steve tucked into eddie's side at the check-in counter with their hands in each other's back pockets, them waiting in line at one of the airport restaurants because the flight was delayed so they had another two hour wait time. the fan video of them making out in a hidden alcove away from the band.

there's been facetime calls, but it doesn't replace the longing need to have eddie physically with him. to kiss him. to hold him. to bury his face in his neck and never let go.

"i don't think i tell you that enough, when i leave," eddie continues, his voice still soft and gravelly from lack of sleep and singing for three hours straight. "but i do. i'm so used to you being the first thing i see when i wake up that i get sad when i open my eyes and you're not beside me."

steve grips the blankets and lets out a pathetic whine, his chest tight.

"i miss holding your hand, i miss being able to kiss you, i miss hearing your laugh and seeing your smile." eddie sighs, deep and sorrowful, and it breaks steve's heart.

he wants to take his love's face in his hands and kiss him until he no longer sounds so sad.

"just fourteen hundred more hours and i'll have you back in my arms. call me after you listen to this, okay? i love you so much."

the voicemail ends and steve sits up, his bedhead wild and unruly. he taps out a message to chrissy asking for the next available flight they could put him on and sighs in relief when she says they can fly him out tomorrow night at the earliest.

mentally going over everything he needs to pack, steve falls back down onto the bed while his phone rings out on speaker.

"hey, babydoll."

at the sound of his boyfriend's voice in real time, a calmness washes over steve as he sinks back into the pillows.

"hi, baby. i got your message."