#come on i know it's been out for a bit but i personally need you all to get in on this

[dannyriccsystem]

45 with lando and oscar?👀

DOUBLE THE PLEASURES LIKE DOUBLE THE FUN!

1K SPECIAL - OP81 + LN4

Threesome

SUMMARY: Your boyfriend, Oscar, seems oddly possessive lately. It’s putting a rift in the team, so you come up with a solution.

WORD COUNT: 1.3K

WARNINGS: Threesome, Smut, double penetration, implied Landoscar, slight hint of hate sex

FEATURING: Oscar Piastri x Reader x Lando Norris

NOTE: MEEEEEEEEEEEOWW. Also I didn’t do a great job with this one but. It’s not awful…

SOMETHING HAD BEEN BOTHERING OSCAR ALL DAY. He was quiet. Too quiet. Sure, the guy usually kept to himself, but around you he was considerably more open. However, right now Oscar seemed somewhat icy. He finished qualifying, landing at pole position. It should have been a major celebration, but Oscar wasn’t having it today.

You walked up behind where he sat, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing the top of his scalp. He grumbled under his breath. “What’s on your mind?” You asked softly, hands smoothing out the front of his shirt.

“Nothing,” He replied shortly, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Well, that’s clearly not true.” You pulled back from him and walked around the sofa, seating yourself beside him. Oscar’s gaze drifted away and he gave a cold shrug. “Love, please talk to me.”

“Have you ever noticed how touchy Lando is?” He asked, still avoiding your gaze. You tilted your head in confusion. Was this jealousy, or discomfort? You had never seen your boyfriend jealous before. He was always so calm and collected, trusting you fully. But this was different, because it was his own teammate. Someone he knew personally.

“No? I think he’s just friendly.” You shrugged. Oscar sighed.

“No, it’s not that. He’s always so excited around you— Too excited. I don’t know, maybe I’m overreacting but it feels like he’s expecting more from you.”

“Hm. Well, unfortunately for him, I’m not interested in anyone but my boyfriend.” You leaned in, planting a firm kiss on his lips. He smiled against you, seemingly satisfied with that.

You thought that would be the end, then. But it wasn’t.

Of course it wasn’t.

You could notice the bad blood on Oscar’s part over the next few days. Every time Lando said anything, he was met with a rather bitter response from his teammate, or even a sarcastic eye roll. One day you even walked in on them arguing, and that was just your breaking point.

“Enough!” You yelled out, catching both of them off guard. They looked towards you, frozen in place. “I’m sick of you two acting all weird. What is going on?!”

“Well, Lando clearly has a thing for you!”

“Yeah, you know what, Oscar? I do!” Lando yelled back, standing up. Your eyes widened, and your gaze flew to your boyfriend, who was nearly seething. You had never seen him angry before. “I liked her way longer than you did!”

“Are you fucking-”

“Oh my God. Both of you, shut up!” You huffed, throwing your hands up in the air. “Clearly you need to work this out somehow. Like…”

The room fell silent as you slowly smirked, your gaze shifting between the two of them. They stared at you, and then at each other.

YOUR GRAND IDEA WASN’T WHAT YOU EXPECTED. Of course they both agreed: Lando would get one chance at a threesome, one chance to impress you, and then after that he’d just have to move on. Except in your head you weren’t exactly imagining yourself sandwiched between the two of them, Oscar instructing his teammate on how to pleasure you.

You were lifted up, your legs on either side of Lando’s hips. Oscar held you up from behind.

“Idiot,” Your boyfriend seethed. “You can’t just shove it in, you have to go slow…” You leaned back against him, his strong arms supporting you. He pressed a kiss to your scalp, muttering, “You’re doing so good.”

“Sorry,” Lando mumbled. He held your hip, his other hand slowly guiding his cock to your entrance again. He pushed the tip past your folds, which were wet with Oscar’s saliva already. He bit his lip to stifle a groan as he gently slid his way in. You moaned, tossing your head back with a giggle.

“Feel good?” Oscar asked, his hands reassuringly squeezing your breasts. You nodded while forcing your eyes open to look into his. He still seemed somewhat pent up, like he was waiting to get his anger out too.

“Shit, it’s tight,” Lando grunted, sheathing his length all the way inside your hole. You whined, your hands grabbing onto his shoulders to anchor yourself. Oscar still held you up, his hands wandering over your naked body.

“Go slow,” Oscar instructed. He placed his chin atop your head, watching with a calculating gaze as Lando began to thrust in and out. You whined, your body instinctively pressing back against Oscar’s chest. “I got you,” He whispered, pressing kisses along the back of your neck.

“Faster,” You choked out. Lando looked up, his eyes seeking out Oscar’s instead of yours. Your boyfriend nodded, and he picked up the pace. With every thrust, your body grew more and more weak to his touch. He definitely wasn’t as good as your boyfriend, but Oscar knew his way around by now. He knew every little sensitive spot that made you melt. Which is why you tilted your head back, eyes droopy and mouth agape.

“Hm?” He hummed, brushing a strand of hair, damp with sweat, away from your forehead. You pulled him down for an upside down kiss.

“I want you inside me,” You stuttered, barely able to get the words out. Lando continued his movements, oblivious to your side conversation. He just needed that quick pleasure, desperate for release.

“Are you sure you can handle two, love?” He stared at you with adoration. For a moment, you completely forgot about the other ministrations happening below you. You nodded weakly, and Oscar shrugged. “Alright.”

He shuffled out of his pants and boxers, slowly sliding in his cock beside Lando’s. It took a bit of patience, waiting for your hole to stretch out enough to fit his length inside. He held you softly, whispering words of praise in your ear nonstop. Your whole body shuddered, your first orgasm of the night washing over you just as Oscar squeezed his way in.

It felt incredible. For you, for Oscar, for Lando. The room immediately got loud with moans from all three of you. Lando was getting close, but he continued pushing because he wanted to outlast his teammate.

“You feel so good, love,” Oscar whined in your ear. Lando grunted in agreement, pulling your body closer to him. Oscar helped push you forward, your arms wrapped around Lando’s neck. Your chests were pushed together, and your boyfriend’s chest was flush to your back.

“I think I’m gonna-” Lando spluttered, his statement cut off by a deep, guttural groan.

“Come,” Oscar instructed, locking eyes with his teammate. Lando looked to him for approval. “Not inside, stupid.” His teammate fumbled as he pulled out. Your hand stroked him, helping the poor guy release onto your stomach. You giggled, your mind completely cock drunk at this point.

“Osc,” You cried out as he continued to fuck into you from behind. Lando was rubbing his softening cock against your bare thighs, still propping you up from the front.

“I’m close,” He whispered, his pace growing more rough. You came first, and Oscar helped you ride out your high before he spilled deep inside you. He pulled out, his cum dripping from your hole. You collapsed, and he slowly scooped your weak body into his arms, laying you down on the hotel mattress behind him. “You did so good, baby.”

Lando, without even being instructed to, ran off to get a towel to help clean you up. Oscar laid beside you, holding you close to his body as he peppered your face and neck in soft kisses. You hummed in delight.

“He didn’t do too bad.”

“Yeah?” He massaged your sore hips, kneading the muscle with his strong hands.

“Yeah.”

“Well maybe we can invite him again sometime.” Seems like your boyfriend went from jealous to needy in the span of an hour.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Small

Arsenal Women x Teen!Reader

Summary: You just want to play

You try to catch her eyes, bobbing and weaving on the bench to just get the smallest hint of eye contact.

She does a very good job of pointedly avoiding your gaze.

Next to you, Vic smothers her laughter.

You pay her no mind, trying to catch your mother...no, your manager's eyes.

She's not your mother when she's coaching or at least that's what she always says.

"Your time will come," Lia says from your other side with just a hint of amusement," Renée would be a fool not to sub you on at some point. It'll come. It's still the first half. Give her time."

But patience has never exactly been your strong suit. Impatient was your trademark, always ready and raring to go and always annoyed when other people weren't the same way.

You try to act casual at half time, leaning against the door of the locker room as you wait for your manager to arrive.

"No," Renée says easily when she catches sight of you.

"But-"

"No," She repeats," Not yet. We'll see how the second half will go and then I'll think about it."

You groan. "You never have to think about it with Kyra!"

"Kyra isn't a sixteen year old menace who thinks she's much taller than she actually is."

"I don't think I'm taller than I actually am! And...And Kim's small!"

"And Kim also doesn't try to pick fights with people almost double her height. You need to actually be able to play, menace, not just try to bulldoze the tallest person you see."

Your mouth opens and closes a few times but you come to find that you don't actually have a comeback for that one.

You are kind of small and you do tend to pick fights with people much taller and much stronger than you actually are. But that's not really your fault. If given more time, you're sure you could twist your behaviour into an excuse for standing up for yourself or something similar.

"But you'll definitely think about? Like you actually will and you're not just saying that?"

Renée sighs. "Your mother won't be very happy with me if she tunes in and sees you playing against someone like Renard."

You grin cheekily. "But Mum isn't here and you're not beholden to her rules? Because you're the manager and you'll do what's good for the team? And you know I can absolutely ball out in midfield if you let me?"

Renée rolls her eyes, lightly bumping you with her shoulder. "We'll see how the second half goes and if you don't complain, maybe I'll sub you on."

You grin to yourself as you finally slip into the locker room, sitting down in your cubby and reaching over across Alessia to snag some of the mini cookies Kyra's eating.

"What's got you so happy?"

"Mama said she'll think about subbing me on if the second half goes well."

Alessia snorts. "She's not too scared of your Mum to back out this time?"

Your face turns red surprisingly quickly. "It was one match! And she said sorry after!"

Kyra giggles, hand reaching out to pinch at your cheeks. "Are you sure you don't want to stick to the bench? Maybe we can find some cotton wool to wrap you in?"

"Leave me alone!" You bat her hand away.

It wasn't exactly something you liked talking or even thinking about. You didn't like the team bringing it up.

The way you were coddled that is.

You'd moved over to Arsenal's Academy when the family moved over from Sweden when your Mama got her job as Jonas' assistant coach. It's not exactly that you got in because of who she was because you were already in an academy in Sweden but Arsenal didn't make you do a trial or anything to join them.

It was only a matter of time before you joined the senior team but that was a bit awkward at first, the rest of the team unsure of how hard they were allowed to go with you in training when Renée was on the outskirts supervising.

They relaxed into it, of course, but those first few months this season had been awkward and now that they'd seen how Renée was only willing to play you against low ranked teams, the teasing about being coddled had never worn off.

Your height hadn't exactly helped in that matter. All it did was give Renée an excuse to not play you against good teams with height on their side.

But you wanted this. You wanted Champions League football and you wanted to play now.

You're between Vic and Lia again on the bench when half time finishes, head still bobbing and weaving like it would make Renée sub you on any quicker.

She meets your gaze a few times but her eyes give nothing away.

Eventually, Vic leaves your side grab a drink and you stubbornly cross your arms over your chest.

"This is so unfair."

"Are all sixteen year olds as dramatic as you?" Lia muses idly," You don't have to play this match, you know. It's not a bad thing. You're still a kid."

You bite at your cheek to keep silent.

You don't want to admit why you're so desperate to play this match. You don't want to admit why you're so desperate to show off your skills against an elite opponent and, bar Barcelona, Lyon was as elite as it got.

There's Dutch girls on both teams. The same Dutch girls that could potentially be going to the Euros in the summer.

You want to be one of them.

You want to represent the Netherlands in Switzerland this summer. You want to represent your country like your Mama once did.

But you don't want to say it out loud. Because that makes it real. That means your teammates will be looking at you differently. Renée will look at you differently.

You don't want her to be disappointed if you don't make the team.

So you don't voice your wants and you hope and you pray that you're being watched by the Netherlands coaching staff just like you're hoping and praying that you'll get subbed on today.

And then your time comes.

You rush through a warm up and wait for Frida to come off, slapping your palms against hers as you head onto the pitch.

Blood roars in your ears, a steady pumping sound as you jostle around in the box against people nearly double your age and your height.

They practically dwarf you but you're scrappy, twisting and turning and sending the person behind you in the complete opposite direction.

The ball comes in from a corner and then goes flying back up into the air.

Someone jams their whole body weight into your shoulder and you fight to stay upright.

Your head whips up to track the ball and somehow you find yourself in the middle of the group.

There's barely enough space to do anything but somehow your leg extends out.

Your leg extends out and you kick the ball on the volley.

It's like slow motion.

Your touch is a little off, under pressure and acting on instinct, so the ball doesn't quite go where you want it to.

Because it rattles the crossbar, bouncing over the line and into the goal.

You're sprinting to the corner flag before you even realise it, grabbing and shaking it as the excitement bubbles up out of you.

Arms close around your legs and you're lifted up into the air.

Leah's the one holding you, bouncing a little bit as you laugh and try to keep your balance.

"Come on!" Someone else cheers in joy next to you towards the fans, Steph, you think.

Adrenaline pumps through you as Leah finally sets you down onto your feet again. There's head pats and laughter and you're panting like you've run a marathon.

You feel like you've been running for your life with the amount of adrenaline and endorphins running through your system.

There was no doubt throughout the second half that Arsenal would be going to the final.

Your goal in the dying minutes of the match was just the cherry on top.

Through the celebrations, you chance a glance over at the bench.

Renée stands in front of it, the widest smile on her face and you find yourself settling.

"Come on," You laugh with your teammates as they give you head pats and ruffle your hair," We've still got another minute left. Let's just see this one out."

[mywritersmind]

Hii babe, I have another little request if you’re taking them!

Could you write something Kimi Antonelli x fem!reader where she’s super stressed because she’s about to take her final exams (like the French bac) and she hasn’t started revising at all?? It’s literally in a month, and she feels completely overwhelmed and behind.Like she’s spiraling a bit, maybe crying over highlighters and making dramatic “I’m gonna fail” speeches while Kimi just tries to calm her down and support her. Maybe he helps her organize her revision or just stays with her through the stress, reminding her that she’s smart and capable even if she doesn’t feel like it.Basically soft academic panic + golden retriever boyfriend energy. Only if it inspires you of course!! But I’d love that dynamic.

OVERWHELMED IS

AN UNDERSTATEMENT - KA12

listen up : no warnings! thank you for the request this is super sweet! i hope you enjoy!

words : 514

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“I’m gonna fail!” Is the first thing Kimi hears when he walks into her room. She’s sat on her bed, surrounded by notebooks, two computers, an ipad, loose paper, and a million sticky notes.

There are tears streaming down her face. When she asked him to bring over some highlighters, he did not expect this. “Love, no you’re not.” He says calmly, clearing a path in the mess of study material so he can sit next to her.

Kimi takes her hand, rubbing her back at the same time he kisses her marker covered hand. “I’m so stupid- I haven’t studied at all! I’ve been so distracted and didn’t even see it coming even though it’s been on the calendar for months!” He wails, hurrying her face into his shoulder as he hums in understanding.

“Then we’ll study every day until the exam. You’re the smartest person I know, You literally single handedly got me through my last year of math.” This makes her laugh a bit, sitting up again and sniffling.

“You’ll be gone though.” This makes her get a second wind of her meltdown, reminded of Kimi’s busy schedule and how she doesn’t fit into it.

“We can facetime!” He rubs her arms methodically, “You do need to sleep after all… I'll be racing when you’re sleeping.”

“I have no time for sleep!” She groans, looking around her and letting her tears fall onto the paper.

He takes her face in his hands, “Baby…” Using his thumb, he gently wipes her cheeks as she pouts with wide teary eyes. “You can do this. You already know more than your class, you just need a couple extra study days.”

She sniffles again, a broken sob escaping her lips. Kimi frowns, his hands back on hers, “Breathe for me, yeah?”

She breathes in with him, then out. After a couple rounds, the only remnants of her tears are the drops on her shorts and papers. “I’ll be here all night, okay? I brought highlighters too!” He turns to the papers and when she sees the bright highlighters he pulls out of his pocket, she breaks down again.

“Baby…” She sobs as his soft words, “Hey- it’s gonna be okay.”

“Thank you.” She says, pushing back her hair that’s escaped her bun, “You’re the best ever.”

He smiles, tucking a particularly stubborn piece of hair behind her ear, “Show me where to start and you’ll be teaching this to me in no time.”

She smiles at her boyfriend, wondering how she got so lucky with the most comforting boy in the world. “I love you.” She kisses his cheek and leans into him again, “I’m sorry for dragging you into this.”

“Never apologize for asking for help.” He kisses her softly on the lips, “And you’re not dragging me into this. I love you. Spending time with you is all I want. Especially if I can help you in any way.”

She almost cries again at his words, instead she wraps her arms around him for one last hug before the two get to work.

[rotagnus]

eye contactship (why you're drawn to them) reading.

a little bit of information about your situation and why you like this person...a little bit about how they feel 4 u, if they do.

i feel like i've left u guys waiting on this forever and it's FINALLY HERE. enjoy, babes 💗 happy mother's day to anyone celebrating!! mwah!! 🩷

p1.

i feel like you guys are full of sorrow recently 4 some reason. so to clarify that this is your pile, i would guess that you've been experiencing a sense of loss. like the feeling of going to a mall or a city or a big place all alone for the first time in a while and it strikes you that the world is damn HUGE. maybe a feeling of things changing, but you don't think it's in a positive light. you guys are introspective and probably introverted, with a strong connection to your hobbies, or even mother earth or deities/your religion.

as for the person you're asking about, i'd say that they do notice you. you represent something specific to them; maybe you have a consistent fashion style they associate with you, or a certain hairstyle; you're the model of a specific aspect for them. maybe alternative or you have cute accessories! i don't think that they hate you, but this person bonds based off of friendships and deep connections, so obviously, if this is just an eyecontactship, they haven't formed that with you.

you're being asked to have patience and to get out of this mindset that's chanting they'retheonethey'retheone in the back of your mind. baby, you limit your options the moment you choose that this person is yours. ask yourself why you like them; do they remind you of a toxic pattern, of home (which isn't always a good thing)? or do they make you feel calm? the universe is telling me to tell you to think about WHYYY you're so drawn to them.

p2.

ahahahaha my idealizers hello babies. so the point is, a lot of you guys are painfully self-aware that you want this person for a specific reason, and you're already puttin' on your analyzing glasses and structuring a wall around your heart to prevent any pain from coming. tell me, do you ever let yourself feel joy? many of you probably grew up in a household where this feeling of peace was associated with a specific figure, and it truly ripped you apart. you were young and innocent and naive but became overly strict with who you let into your life. your heart is closed off. however, this person makes you feel...different. they're a sweetheart and they wanna be sweet to you, awww. you symbolize opposites to them; you guys are probably different in specific ways.

for a lot of you, this person seems to symbolize safety, or whatever you perceive as joy, protection, happiness. a lot of you have never felt true peace, even though you convinced yourself you know what it is...but sometimes we think that what we have is something it's not. you're so used to giving things up and this person, in a way, allows you to step into this specific pattern. always reaching out, giving.

i think that there's def potential with this person, but you have a lot of wounds you gotta heal, darling. all that pain inside you? it prevents you from receiving. you're approached and immediately shy away. 'little bit' by lykke li, y'know? listen to that song, it's the whole vibe of this reading. you guys need to open your heart, truly, but also stop caring so much. your mind runs in loops because you're terrified of feeling true things, because it's just so much. baby steps. don't stay in this boundary just because you're scared of reciprocation. this person doesn't hate you, and in fact, i would say they have pretty positive feelings for you. contrasting you in all the best ways.

p3.

you guys are going THROUGH ITTTT. you feel like you're the darkness and everything around you is so dark too, and that everyone else is just a distant star. you guys always paint people brighter than they are. guys...listen, you are the STAR. i know you're like omgomg what does this person think about me? right now, but c'mon. the star AND the sun popped up. you guys are fucking angels and you refuse to see it. your energy is a fucking BLESSING. treat it as such. you're hella strong, because i know life's been throwing shit at you for the past while, but...you have to step up. stop lowering your standards and settling. stop being humble and realize that life is ready to give you gifts and the whole fucking world, as long as you realize that you, my love, ARE the world.

as for what this person feels for you, i know you guys know what they do. whether they like you or dislike you or whatever, you guys are deeply attuned to what other people feel, so i would suggest you trust your gut. make sure that YOU view them with a level-headed lens. one of the oracle cards i pulled out says 'cracked open. it's happening for you, not to you.' so for your whole situation...honey, i know it'll bring good things. i know that a lot of you were like 'wow i'm so happy i haven't been this happy in a while' then BAM you fell down and broke your wings. baby, it'll get better. i know you can't see it now because your heart aches, but girl. let me TELL YOU.

fuel all that energy and anger you have into making a better life for yourself. this isn't a safe energy to keep in your chest and of course life's gonna hold people back from you when they use you and abuse you and fill you with self-hatred and anger. you need to clean out the weeds. honey, you will meet a person who loves you like you're their whole world. their universe. but this? this energy you're in right now? you're not in a safe place to receive. create your world. realize what you want and stop settling for less. this is a new beginning and the choices you make right now are important. darling, you won't be alone forever. i promise you.

[bytemee]

۶ৎ LUCKY FOR ME — kim minjeong.

“you’ll be here so lucky for me.”

⌗ in which— minjeong falls in love.

pairings. college!student!winter x college!student!fem!reader

warning(s). fluff, kissing, mutual pining, and let me know if theres more!

word count. 2.2k

authors note. laufey i love you. im also writing chat. its hard to write nowdays...if u guys have short prompts u can send them i need some practice

minjeong had never really been in love before.

she always thought love was supposed to be something you eased into, like a hot bath. something that made sense because when it's with the right person, it shouldn't be a puzzle, something to decipher. but then there was you. loud where she was quiet, messy where she was meticulous, late where she was always on time. a walking contradiction to everything she was, but like they say, opposites attract.

for example, positive and negative, up and down, winter and summer.

the first time she met you was in the library. not in some romantic, serendipitous way, but because she was the unlucky library assistant assigned to track you down for not returning your books. you had disappeared from the library after freshman year, only showing your face again when you absolutely had to. she, on the other hand, had practically lived there.

“you’re a hard person to find,” she had said, arms crossed as she blocked your escape.

“yeah, well,” you had shrugged, giving her a sheepish smile, “i didn’t think anyone would actually come looking.”

she had rolled her eyes, but a little bit of her irritation melted away. you had apologized profusely, even offering to buy her lunch to make up for the trouble you caused. she had told you it wasn't necessary, that it was part of her job, but you were insistent, and she made it her mission to avoid you so you wouldn’t be able to catch her off-guard again.

and then, at the end of sophomore year, there you were again. this time, she was at the coffee shop on campus, sitting with a study group. you had been in line behind her, and the barista had called her name wrong, and you had corrected him. and that was it. the moment that changed her life.

because when she turned around, her nose and cheeks still red from the cold, her dark brown hair falling out of the scarf that covered her head, the sight of you stopped her in her tracks.

you had smiled at her and said, "hey. you're minjeong, right?"

you had known her name.

after that, you kept showing up. in the library, at the coffee shop, even in the dining hall where she usually ate alone. you made excuses to talk to her, slipping into her world so effortlessly that she didn't realize how much she had started to expect your presence until the days felt emptier without you.

you had this way of filling up her quiet world, making everything brighter and more vibrant than she had ever seen before. you didn't just change her life. you changed her.

the way you'd hum softly under your breath when she studied, the way you'd tap her notebook absentmindedly while waiting for her to acknowledge you. you annoyed her in a way she never minded, always finding a way to disrupt her routine just enough to make life more interesting.

she caught herself looking for you before she even realized she wanted to see you. she'd look over her shoulder as she walked across campus, and when you weren't there, it almost disappointed her. sometimes, you'd surprise her, and her heart would skip a beat, but then you'd smile at her and tell her you missed her, and it would start beating again.

sometimes, she didn't understand why you liked her.

but you did.

it had started slowly, but now, the realization that she loved you hit her like a tsunami, and it scared her. it felt like she couldn't breathe, like she had a rock sitting on her chest. because she had never done this before, and even though it was the scariest thing in the world, it was also the best feeling in the world.

minjeong sighed as she put down the pen and picked up her phone. her finger hovered over your contact name, but instead of calling you, she texted:

do you want to join me for a study session tomorrow?

it only took a few seconds for the three dots to appear, followed by

sure! where and when?

tomorrow, 2pm. library.

sounds perfect. can't wait!

minjeong smiled to herself and put her phone back down on the table. she turned back to her book, her face bright red.

the next day, she arrived at the library early. too early. the clock on the wall barely hit 1:30, and she was already flipping through the pages of a textbook she had no intention of reading. every few minutes, she glanced up at the door, waiting for you to walk in.

and when you did—hair a little messy, wrapped up in a scarf that barely matched your jacket, your backpack hanging off one shoulder—minjeong nearly forgot how to breathe.

“hey!” you grinned, sliding into the seat across from her. “you’re early.”

“you’re late,” she teased, though she knew you weren’t.

you laughed, shrugging off your backpack and coat. you pulled out your own stack of textbooks, notebooks, and pencils, setting them down on the table with a loud thud. she couldn't help but smile, watching as you got settled and flipped open your notebook.

minjeong was lost in her own thoughts, so when you spoke, it startled her.

"so, did you invite me here just to stare at me, or…"

her cheeks burned, and she turned away. "sorry. i didn't mean to…"

"oh, no, don't be sorry!" you chuckled, waving a hand dismissively. "i was kidding… if it makes you feel better, i was staring too."

"you were?"

"well, yeah." you blushed, ducking your head slightly. "i like looking at you."

minjeong fell in love with you. again.

and again, and again, and again. she can almost rewind time, remembering every moment where you'd shown her a new reason to fall in love with you. it's impossible not to notice when everything about you is perfect. when you make mistakes, it doesn't make her want to run away. instead, it makes her want to get closer. to see all of you, flaws and all.

the first time was when it rained in the middle of spring and neither of you had an umbrella. she offered to share hers, but the wind had other plans, flipping it inside out and soaking you both within minutes. you had laughed, really laughed, and winter had just stared at you, like she had never heard anything like it before.

there was the second time on a summer night when you stayed out too late, sitting on the roof of your dorm, looking at the stars, and talking about the future. she had fallen asleep with her head on your shoulder, waking up the next morning wrapped in your arms and covered in blankets. you had kissed her forehead gently, telling her to go back to sleep.

and the third time was during the fall evening when she found you waiting outside the library, arms crossed, blowing warm air into your hands. "you're late, you know," you had teased, and she had rolled her eyes but smiled anyway. that night, after studying together for hours, she invited you back to her room for the first time.

and here she was again. falling even harder.

the driver grumbled about the frost on the windshield, muttering something about how shitty the visibility was. you let out a slow sigh, sneaking a glance at minjeong’s side profile, then at the driver, then back at her.

“minjeong,” you murmured, your voice so soft and low she almost thought she imagined it.

she turned her head just a little. “hmm?”

and that’s when you leaned in, closing the space between you, your lips pressing against hers.

for a second, she didn’t move—too surprised to react, frozen in place, unsure of what to do. she felt like she was in a dream, like any minute, she was going to wake up. she felt a rush of emotion—an overwhelming, terrifying mix of excitement, joy, and fear, all at once. and then, like an ocean wave, it swept her off her feet.

and finally, after what felt like an eternity, she kissed you back.

your lips were soft and gentle, and she felt like she was melting. like she had been cold all her life, and finally, after years of being numb, she was warm. when you pulled away, her lips still tingling, you rested your forehead against hers, smiling at her softly.

the taxi came to a stop outside the dorm, the engine giving a final sputter as it powered down.

"we're here," the driver announced, sounding impatient.

minjeong’s head was still spinning from the kiss, and you could barely catch your breath. the snow continued to fall softly, each flake twinkling as it landed on the ground. she didn't say anything as she followed behind you, exiting the taxi and walking to the front door of the dorm.

and that’s when you realized—you didn’t have your keys.

you checked your pockets. nothing. a glance at minjeong’s face told you she’d caught on too, and you cursed under your breath.

"i'm so stupid," you muttered, running a hand through your hair.

minjeong reached out and gave your hand a gentle squeeze. "you're not stupid."

you sat on the steps of the building, leaning back against the stone railing, and buried your face in your hands. "i can't believe this," you mumbled. "we're gonna freeze to death out here." minjeong sat down beside you, close enough that your knees touched. she put an arm around you, pulling you close, and rested her head on top of yours.

"it's not so bad," she whispered.

you lifted your head, looking at her in surprise. "it's not?"

"no," she said. she smiled, and it made you feel safe. "it's actually kind of nice."

you hummed in agreement before muttering, "roommate’s probably out, though. i’ll just have to call her to come back and open the door." you fished your phone out of your pocket, but before you could call, minjeong grabbed your wrist gently.

"don't," she said, shaking her head. "let’s just… sit here for a while."

you hesitated, then put your phone back in your pocket, leaning into her side. "okay," you whispered.

and that's how the two of you stayed, sitting in the snow, your breaths creating small clouds of smoke that vanished into the winter air. and when you felt her lips press against the top of your head, her warmth surrounding you, her fingers laced through yours, you didn't care how cold it was anymore.

minjeong had never really been in love.

so please forgive her for the helpless haze she's in when you're near.

[dilfluvrgirllxoxo]

post mission arguments and make-ups

pairing: john f. walker x reader (i'm tired of hiding my truth he's been fine since tfatws)

warnings: angst!! grumpy x sunshine trope because i can't help myself, teeny bit of smut at the end, mostly just fluff, john is lowkey a little out of character but its okay, petnames (sweetheart, honey), no use of y/n + no reader descriptions, not proofread!

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the car ride back from the mission was silent except for the occasional conversation between ava and yelena. as soon as the car was parked, you got out and slammed the door harder than you meant to, walking away, not caring if john was following behind you.

kicking off your boots and tossing your bag onto the floor, you trudged over to the kitchen, pouring yourself a drink as the others scattered off to their rooms. not john though, no. he decided he just had to come and be a pain in your ass...again.

he stood against the doorframe, jaw clenched, face dark and his arms crossed tightly against his chest, like a parent ready to chastise their child.

"you always do that," he snapped after a long moment of silence, his voice sharp.

you froze, turning around to face him with a sigh. “do what, john?”

“do missions without us, without backup. going in first, acting like you’re invincible, like you don’t need anyone. it’s reckless."

“so now i'm the problem? i can handle myself john, i'm not on this team for nothing!”

his eyes narrowed, his hands clenching into fists as he stepped closer to you. “i'm trying to keep people alive, including you, including the rest of the team.”

“you're not in the goddamn army anymore john, stop acting like you can boss us around!” you yelled, knowing that was a low blow by the way his shoulders tensed.

“you don't get it. you want to get yourself killed by being foolish? be my damn guest!" he hissed, his fist coming down on the table next to him and you flinched—he saw it, and instantly regretted what he'd done, but his cold, dismissive words were out now, no going back.

“right. yeah.” you said, voice cracking. “got it.” you practically scurried away, walking into the bedroom and slamming the door, on purpose this time.

you lay on the bed for what felt like hours, letting your tears fall, not even turning your head when you heard the door open and john stepping inside cautiously. “hey honey.” you didn’t answer.

he walked closer, voice lower now as he sat on the edge of where you lay on the bed, sighing as he thought about what to say. he wasn't good with the whole 'letting your guard down' thing. “i shouldn’t have said that. any of it.” still nothing from you, making him shuffle closer and take your hand in his.

“i...was scared,” he admitted, and that word seemed to make him flinch, like he'd never said it in his life. “i thought you were in danger, and i—i panicked and then i lashed out at you.”

you turned on your back, finally meeting his eyes as you tilted your head. “it made me feel like you didn't care about me and it hurt, john.”

john’s normally stoic expression broke, just slightly, into a softer one, one only you ever got to see.

“i know,” he said. “but you’re the only person who makes me feel like i’m worth something, i do care about you, more than anything. i just wanted to make sure you didn't get hurt, and i ended up hurting you. i’m...i'm sorry.” he whispered the last words, not knowing how to feel. he never apologised. god, you were softening him up too much.

"i want to fix this, let me make it up t' you honey." he murmured, his voice gentler than you'd ever heard it be as he shuffled onto the bed fully, his arms at either side of you as he hovered above you. "cmon honey, wanna make this right, show y' how sorry i am."

you paused for a minute, tears now drying on your cheeks as you looked up at him and nodded, whispering a faint, “kay.” which was all the confirmation he needed as he nodded slowly, rough, calloused hands coming up to cup your cheeks with surprising gentleness, his mouth on yours before you even had time to think, the strength of the kiss making your head spin, barely registering his words when he finally pulled away breathlessly, tugging at the waistband of your trousers.

"want y' to sit on my face sweetheart, need t' taste you." he drawled, his request making your breath hitch as you stood up to peel your trousers off quickly, his hands grabbing your waist and easily manhandling you back onto the bed as soon as you were done.

safe to say, you'd soon forgiven him.

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[alchemistc]

Yet another post-8x17 fic because I can't help myself

stories of a dead man

Buck stares at the text for a good ten minutes, trying to come up with something to respond with.

Tommy - Tommy knows him. Can somehow discern tone from the way he writes his texts, makes leaps that would seem wild coming from anyone else but he's never wrong and Buck had - God Buck had taken advantage of that so fucking often. Had been so desperately happy not to have to over-explain himself, to just be, and be known, and... and he hates that he hadn't made the effort back, that he made it all about hims-

Doing okay, thanks.

And then:

How about you?

Tommy bubbles him immediately.

The bubbles disappear.

The bubbles reappear, and settle there for a long, long moment.

Then nothing, for an amount of minutes he's not counting off in his head, he swears.

He's considering tossing his phone across the room in a fit of pique when it vibrates with an incoming call.

He stares. He stares some more. He stares a little bit longer and then swipes before Tommy loses interest and decides Buck isn't worth the time he's taking.

"Hey, Tommy," he says, and hopes it sounds normal.

"Evan. Hi."

"Hi."

Tommy laughs.

Buck had always taken special pleasure in hearing that laugh, rich and wry and sometimes, when Buck caught him off guard, just a little giggly. It was a badge of honor to get the belly laugh. This is soft, quiet, short, but it's still - Buck feels a swell of something in his chest. Tries to tamp it down because they - they're not -

"So tell me how you're actually doing," Tommy says, and the swell travels up into his throat, and tears immediately spring to his eyes because he fucking tried - he tried not to make it a thing and - and it's kind of not fair that Tommy could just, like, glean from six words that Buck was lying.

"Wh-what do you mean?"

"Three separate punctuation marks, Buckley? C'mon."

The laugh that bubbles up makes the tears dip out of the corner of his eyes, and he doesn't want to do this, doesn't want to feel this, doesn't want to burden yet another person with all the feelings he's been throwing around.

"Evan," Tommy says, like it's important, like it means something, and that - well that's just not fair.

"Tommy," he manages to choke out, and then it's time for the waterworks, apparently.

He says some things, through the tears. If someone asked him to recite it back, he couldn't tell you a fucking word, but he knows he says things, because Tommy's there on the other line with his hums and his quiet reassurances, and Buck - he could recite each of those back without a problem, even the little 'tch' noises he makes when Buck says something he doesn't like. He gets one for apologizing, another when he tries to talk about Eddie and can't make it through the explanation, one for the bitten off half-compliment to Gerrard for being a decent human being most of the time. He gets an amused snort when he tells Tommy about googling confession in his Jeep outside Bobby's church, and absolute silence when he admits that he's not - that he can't - that he doesn't have this. That no one needs him.

When he catches his breath, Tommy's quiet on the other end of the line.

"What - Evan, what do you need from me?"

To not have set in motion the worst fucking eight months of Buck's life, for one.

That's not - that's not entirely fair. He'd jumped the gun, hadn't he? Made it all about his own wants without ever checking in with Tommy so of course - of course he'd run. And then when he'd tried again Buck had lost his temper so spectacularly that -

"No one will talk about him," Buck says, once he's had a second to think about it, and Tommy sighs, low and quiet and Buck thinks - yeah. That's a stupid ask. Tommy lost him too.

"I ever tell you about the time he tried to teach me how to prep a turkey?" Tommy asks, and Buck sinks against the wall, tips his head between his knees, and doesn't bother to wipe away the tears as Tommy leads him through a story he's never heard before about a man he'll never have new stories for again.

[lyvhie]

★ ˙ ̟ ─── .“saudades”.

| summary | Was he supposed to miss you like that or is he going insane? Maybe a bit of both. | cw | fluff, gn!reader. | a/n | i love him.

Yushi’s foot hadn’t stopped tapping against the airport floor since the moment he stepped inside. Every few seconds, his eyes flicked down to his phone to check the time, only to sigh and lock the screen again. The whole thing would’ve been funny, adorable, even, if he didn’t look so close to spiraling.

Three months ago, he wouldn't have felt like this. Back then, you were just the person who made his heart stutter, made him lose track of what he was saying mid-sentence, made him feel like a walking cliché.

But now… now it was different, because you were together.

And until three weeks ago, he was totally fine with your trip. You both had made the most of the time before you left—cuddling, sleepy movie nights, texts that turned into calls that turned into “I’ll miss you more” wars. It was sweet. He thought it would hold him over.

He honestly didn’t think he’d miss you this much.

He didn’t even know it was possible—to miss someone so intensely that it started to feel physical. Sure, you kept in touch, exchanged texts, voice notes, and the occasional sleepy video call, but with the time zone difference and your packed schedule, it wasn’t always easy.

And maybe he was going a little crazy. At some point, he started seeing you in everything—more than usual. In a song playing on the radio. In someone's laugh across the street. Hell, once he swore he smelled your perfume in an empty elevator and nearly lost his mind right there. He was seeing ghosts of you everywhere, feeling you even in the tiniest things, like a stray breeze or a grain of sand that made no sense at all.

He wasn’t used to this. To feeling this much.

How could he have known that just one month without you would be enough to unravel him completely?

That’s why he was counting down the seconds, quite literally. Checking his phone every five minutes, bouncing his leg like he was wired with too much caffeine and too many emotions. Today was the day. Finally.

Of course he’d be at the airport. There was no universe where he wouldn’t show up to welcome you home. He’d been restless all day, barely able to sit still, picturing your face, your smile, imagining the exact moment he’d lay eyes on you again.

He just needed to see you. To hold you. To hear your voice, to bury his face in your neck and finally breathe you in again. To kiss you like the world had been holding its breath in your absence.

He snapped out of his thoughts the moment the screen flashed “Landed.” He shot up from his seat, like he’d been shocked with a bolt of electricity, fingers twitching nervously as he stretched his neck to see past the crowd. He bounced on the balls of his feet, scanning every face that passed with wide, frantic eyes.

And then—there you were.

Dragging your suitcase, eyes sweeping the crowd just like his had. You looked tired, sure, but somehow more beautiful than ever, like the glow of coming home clung to you. And the second your eyes found his, your entire face lit up, making his heart skip a few beats.

The moment your eyes locked, it was like everything around him blurred. Your face lit up, and he swore the world got just a little brighter. You both instinctively picked up your pace, almost tripping over your own feet in your rush toward each other.

He immediately opened his arms, no hesitation, and you barely had time to drop your bag before you were swept into a warm, tight embrace. You laughed, slightly muffled by his shoulder, as he practically clung to you. Any trace of his usual shyness was gone, he was holding you like he’d been starving for days and you were the only thing that could keep him alive.

“Hi, baby,” you murmured, rubbing slow circles on his back. “Did you miss me?”

“You can’t even imagine,” he whispered, voice almost cracking. He pulled back just enough to see your face, and yeah, his eyes were definitely a little misty.

He opened his mouth like he had something to say, but no words came. His face was doing all the talking—soft, overwhelmed, glowing. He looked like a puppy who had been waiting at the door for hours, tail wagging at full speed, ears perked up, whole soul buzzing with love. You half-expected him to start vibrating from sheer happiness.

You couldn’t help but chuckle, your hands gently cupping his face as your thumbs stroked his cheeks. “I missed you too,” you said softly, your eyes locked on his. “I couldn’t wait to see you.”

Your words, your voice, your touch, you, were completely undoing him. He’d never felt emotions this intense over something so seemingly simple. Yet here he was, melting under your hands like it was the first time anyone had ever touched him with care.

Without saying a word, he pulled you into another hug, tighter than before, like he was trying to make up for every second he spent missing you.

That only made you giggle again as you gently pulled him back just enough to see his face, only to tug him right in again, pressing your lips softly against his.

Were you actively trying to kill him?

Because it sure felt like it.

It was almost funny how he still went all weak in the knees from your kisses, even after being your boyfriend for a while now. He melted like butter in a hot pan, returning the kiss shyly, as if it were your first all over again. And God, he hoped he'd never get used to this, because nothing had ever felt better.

Yeah. There was no way he was going through that kind of separation again. Not if he could help it.

Once the kiss ended, he dropped his forehead to your shoulder with a soft sigh, his cheeks burning with warmth. “Next time, I’m going with you…”

↝ taglist: @nebularsung, @spacejip, @peterm4rker, @sinisxtea .

[bwobgames]

There’s a light breeze over their heads.

They slowly walk towards Nina’s faculty.

Marigold would be happy not interacting at all here, but that��s not how it goes.

What could Nina possibly want? Is she testing her? Trying to get some information? Did Eugene asked her to?

There’s only one way to find out.

“So-”

“Um-”

Failed step one.

“Go on”

“No, no, I interrupted you, go on”

Trying to win the politeness battle, huh?

“What are you hiding”

“Nothing really, just wanted to compliment your attire”

“Oh! Really? Thank you! It means a lot coming from you!”

“...From me?”

“What is it that you really want.”

“Ah, it’s just… You’re really admirable…”

“You always dress so elegantly and look so smart…”

“And, um, you probably didn’t notice but I was walking by when I saw you talk back to Mr. Adams…”

Oh, so she’s just another vapid sort of hippie girl. Should’ve seen it coming.

“I don’t know if Gene has told you anything about him but he’s super harsh when he criticizes my essays, so for you to win an argument is so...!”

...Huh.

“And that’s not even mentioning being a girl in such a male populated field! If I had to deal with 5 more Gene’s I’d go crazy, haha.”

“Is she trying to get something from me? Or perhaps she’s solidifying our alliance as well?

That was… unexpected.

She might not be her brother, but there must be something of that in there, right?

This could benefit me greatly.

After a long and exhausting overnight studying session with Eugene, he let out information about his… home situation.

Surely she must have a sense of responsibility in there, right?”

Practically orphaned siblings, a pair who had to grow too soon.

Creating a path that assure him to never go back to that life again.

Marigold can’t help but resent Nina after that story, is she really just going to use him for life?

The responsibility he carried in the form of a smaller, more scared, more vulnerable person.

“If you admire these qualities so much, why didn’t you follow the steps of your brother?”

(She ignores that Marigold also wants to use him, but they’re not family. It’s different.)

“Ahaha, that’s really not for me…”

“You’d rather be a teacher? In this economy? If you wanted something easy, you could’ve gone with hotel management or the like. I’m sure Eugene can get you a place there.”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that, Miss Marigold. It’s not where my soul calls to.”

“If she’s staying she’s going to work for it!”

“It’s where money calls to. That's why Eugene’s doing it. It’s why everyone does anything”

Ugh. Hippies.

“But I’m afraid there’s a bigger mission I must fulfill.”

“Haha, that is something he would say.”

“Has Gene told you about our, um, raising? Our parents perhaps?”

“...What do you mean?”

“I’ve been told about your old home life, yes. My condolences”

“I actually retained a lot of memories from when I was young. I probably developed way faster just from pressure alone but, um”

“I remember feeling helpless”

“I’m not blind, Miss Marigold, I can tell where Gene’s need for money comes from. I know of his sacrifices. I’ve witnessed them”

“When you are alone in a big house, you need to survive. But to survive, you need knowledge.”

“And every bit of knowledge made me feel… powerful”

“Gene is sensible, he needs something soft to fall on. He needs to feel safe, so he works towards that”

“When I learned to tie my shoes, I could run anywhere without falling. When I learned to use the washing machine, we no longer had to wash by hand, and goodness when I learned to read…!”

“I want to give them the tools for that”

“But I… I can’t live with myself knowing there are others like us. Small, scared beings who need to be stronger than they are.”

“I want to give people the means to fulfill themselves, whether it be something as simple as tying your shoes so you don’t fall to how to plaster your inner turmoil into poems”

“Ah, don’t take me for a silly dreamer, though. I know it’s hard. Especially with the number of people being crammed into one classroom nowadays!”

“I have that responsibility. I want to give everyone what Gene did for me”

“But isn’t that… bad? You won’t get anywhere as a mere school teacher”

“But someone has to.”

“A little house, with a small garden. Quiet enough for me to sing while working.”

“I’ll get exactly where I want to be”

Happy…?

“And that’s all I need to be happy”

“Ah, that’s doesn’t mean I don’t want anything else! Um. I’d like to get married too, and visit Easter Island! Ah, and learning some more baking recipes…”

That’s… That’s wrong. That’s not how you become happy at all. She’ll have to deal with bills and sickness and lack of luxury and normal clothes and..!

That makes no sense. Nina makes no sense.

...And she’d be happy.

Does that mean that… she really isn’t hiding anything?

Is she just nice and polite for what? For sport? Out of fear?

“What about you? What are you studying business for?”

It seems Marigold misunderstood her. She really is just as hardworking as her brother.

That’s exactly what Marigold doesn’t want to think right now.

For money, yes? That’s normal. That’s what everyone does.

Except Nina. Except Uncle Jacinto.

“I… I’d like to form a business. A technology business”

Except people who smile freely. Except people who don’t have to act. Except people without hidden intentions.

“Oh, you like cool sci-fi stuff?”

Not really. She knows technology is advancing rapidly and she needs to get in it if she wants those stocks to grow so-

“It’s necessary. Everyone is doing it”

What’s the point of it?

Everyone is doing it. So it’s good. So it’s right.

“New technologies are always needed, you’re right”

Right?

“I think you’ll make it. You and Gene are way too much of a try-hard pair not to, hehe”

Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you

“Are you just, naturally poetic?”

“And while you two reach the stars, I’ll take care of the Earth”

“Ah, sorry, I just had class about that, hehe”

“Oh! Finally! We’re here! Ah, please stay outside!”

Nina is nice.

“What? Why? I have my student pass?”

“Wait for me!”

“Alright look away!”

Nina is weird.

“What”

“Just for a second!”

She’s probably not gonna suddenly axe her in the back, so Marigold turns for 1 to 3 seconds

A strong gust of wind passes through.

She sees…

“Happy birthday!”

“What…?”

“I saw this in a store the other day and thought you’d like it!”

“…”

“I love it”

“Ah! Your hair stick thingy! I’ll go get it!”

Nina is exactly what her parents warned her about.

Nina is… dangerous.

The sweetest apple in the whole garden. The one thing that could ruin her. That could completely erase the paradise she is in.

The paradise she constructed. That her parents constructed.

And yet, a single blue Marigold hungers. She hungers for that sweetness.

The perfect garden.

She wants to take a bite from her.

Marigolds aren’t supposed to be blue.

“Did you see it, Nina?

What made her think that, in any of the ways Marigold presents herself, that’s she’d like this silly plushie?

And why was she right?

Did you see what’s inside me?

When you look into my eyes, can you see it?

Can you see me?

Can you tell me what’s in there?

Can you open me up and take it out?

But she won’t. She refuses to follow the steps of Eve. She’ll stay in paradise.

Can you let me out?”

There’s nothing to gain from leaving.

There’s nothing else she needs.

But.

She’ll protect this little apple. It is not it’s fault that they’ve been chosen for such a task.

Such a beautiful, ethereal being. Twirling in the wind with laughter and warmth.

Free.

She hears her uncle’s laugh in the distance.

Surely a few nibbles can’t hurt, right?

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[lambcultist]

wife!ellie fucking you for the first time after you've given birth | softdom!ellie, fingering, oral, lots of praise, some pain during sex, insecurity + body image issues, as well as descriptions of reader's body changing due to pregnancy (e.g. bigger breasts, stretch marks, wider hips, extra weight) and feelings of disgust. mom bod appreciation ♡   MINORS DNI ( 18+ )

it was life-altering. you were prepared in most aspects, but there was something you never anticipated would be so hard, and that was having time to yourself. feeling like a person again, and not just mama. ellie helps out wherever she can, there's no ill you can speak of when it comes to your wife's care for you and your little one.

but this is something you've needed for a long time now. baby girl at joel's for the night so you and ellie can have a proper rest. a full night of sleep. you couldn't help but cry after dropping her off—she's five months, and you left her there with everything she needs, but it's the longest you've been without her, of course worry will creep into your mind.

ellie had a few things planned to steer your mind away from mama mode and back into your usual self. she got your favourite delivered for dinner, a cheesy movie on tv, and, most importantly, she couldn't keep her hands off you. you can't tell if she's doing so because she can't help it, or if she feels obligated to. she was always the type to need constant touch with you, but you've changed now. your body is different and you never feel the confidence you used to. wider hips, a rounder, pudgier stomach, stretch marks, and fuller, harder breasts that ache. you feel like a failure for having not bounced back yet, you can only imagine how disgusted she might be deep down.

but you couldn't be more wrong about that. for ellie, her touch is something she can't hold back, because she's finally able to scratch an itch she has had for months. her lips are attached to your neck, and every moan she lets out is of gratefulness, that she can finally taste and lick the salt on your skin again. she can leave marks.

"this is a very unprofessional massage," you murmur, breathing out a small laugh. it's not uncommon for ellie to make you sit down and take a massage these days, she's dutiful in making sure you are cared for.

this is not a mere massage. this is her hands firmly pressing into your body, inconspicuously gripping at inappropriate places. you can feel her smirking into your neck.

"i never claimed to be a professional, babe," she replies, darting upwards to kiss the corner of your mouth. she almost seems to hesitate for a bit, her eyes looking into yours. "you think you might be ready for something more, darlin'?"

"ah..." you look away but ellie catches a sheepish glint in your eyes, her hand catching your chin and tugging you forward again.

"what's holding you back?"

"just— i dunno, ellie. i don't really know... my body's... different, now. what if it's a turn o—"

"don't be stupid, babe. come on. this is the most beautiful thing on earth," ellie cuts you off. she's actually rather shocked by this—that you think your postpartum figure may be a turnoff. it's actually the complete opposite.

"are you sure about that?" you don't believe her, it's clear as day, and whew, ellie's mind is whirring with this information.

"i'm actually pretty certain, yes, that my wife is the prettiest girl on the planet." she cups your cheeks and meets your lips warmly, then her hands slide down to your tender and sensitive tits, groping through your shirt. "your body is incredible. you grew a whole little human in here, darlin', cut yourself some slack. that's crazy."

"but it's been five months. and i still look like this."

"like what?" ellie asks, her intense, brooding gaze hooded by her lashes as she looks up at you. "like a kickass, sexy woman who just spent nine months growing our baby, a whole day in labour, and is still adjusting to motherhood? please, babe. you're not supposed to just fall back 'into shape'."

still, you don't get another word in. the most you get in is a whimper as ellie lowers her hands yet again, now beneath your shirt and over your stomach. "you gave me a child. you know how amazing that is? every change your body has been through has been with reason. your stomach growing, and making room for our little girl... you know it's so beautiful, right? i love you. i'll love you no matter how you look."

"i love you too. ellie..." you gasp as her hands smooth over the sides of your hips and down to your thighs. she rubs loose circles across your skin, and she smiles just slightly at the goosebumps risen along your thighs. that, and the little patch of wetness in your panties.

"you must be so sensitive now, huh?" she whispers. the words ghost over your clothed cunt, and she gently rests her palm over the seat. you swear she must be able to feel your heartbeat throbbing right there. "is this okay, babe? are you okay?"

you pause. are you? you want her. you are needing her now, it's been some time since she touched you here. you nod. "yes. i think so."

"good." ellie's fingers inch into the waistband of your panties quite quickly, but she pulls them down slow, and lays a small kiss atop your glistening clit, feeling it twitch under her lips. "i'm gonna be gentle, and slow..."

"mmm..." you take a shuddering breath and lay back as ellie reaches into the bedside table for a little bit of lube, just to make this a little easier on you. she worries you might be extra delicate this time. and that's okay. perfect, even.

"you're okay, babe." she squeezes the tube and coats her fingers fairly generously, the middle and ring finger—and when she begins rubbing the digits through your folds, it's cold and slick—it makes you jump. that little jolt makes ellie unable to hold back a grin. "see, baby, i got you... you're the most precious woman alive."

"ellie, please— i need you. you're dragging this out."

"am i?" she chuckles, movements pausing completely. ellie has half the mind to pull her hand away entirely, but that would just be cruel, wouldn't it? she kisses your lower stomach, lips grazing over a stretch mark. "you want me to fuck you?"

"yes, yes, baby," you plea, pushing through hand through her hair. "i miss you."

"you miss me, huh?" ellie laughs again, gazing up at you. "you miss me touching you like this, is that it? i miss it too. i miss it like you wouldn't believe."

her fingers push in, and at just the tips you let out the sweetest coo. it encourages her, and only at the base of her fingers do you feel a little bit of discomfort. she's slow about it, lets you take a moment to adjust, no matter how much she wants to give you the deep fucking you deserve.

but, ellie feels as though she may cum at just the feeling of your ribbed walls clenching around her fingers. she feels like you're gripping her so tight she couldn't even move them anyway.

more kisses pepper along your hips and waist. "you alright, sweet girl? c'mere, you wanna hold my hand?"

she holds her free hand out and you take it, holding on tight. her hand is warm, comforting, decorated with a wedding band. she squeezes back, and it does little to distract you as her hand inside you begins to pump slowly, in and out. you're a mess over it, a slew of weak moans falling from your lips, and pussy clenching on her.

"fuck, you like this, huh?" ellie smirks again, resting her head on your inner thigh. she's not sure whether to look up at your face or at her fingers slowly breaching back and forth from your soaked entrance. "yeah... you take it so well, you really do. my lady needed a service, didn't ya?"

"mm-hmm." you nod, squeezing ellie's hand with a strength unusual for you as she begins dragging her tongue ever so agonisingly slowly over your engorged clit. still, it's not as intense as the way you held onto her hand when in labour. her hand fucking ached after that. "ellieeee..."

she would do it all over again regardless; this is a callback to one of her greatest memories with you.

no more words leave her lips, she's focused, and more than focused, she is starving. lapping up your juices, even closing her eyes and savouring the taste of you. she doesn't care that it's quickly too much all at once for your sensitive body. ellie doesn't even anticipate it coming, but you tense, you whine, and gush all over her fingers quite soon, your peak longer than usual, and coming on quicker than usual.

and, you have to push her face away from your cunt, because you're so sensitive now that it almost hurts.

"oh, shit, that was good," she murmurs. ellie rises quickly to her knees, leaning over your trembling body for a kiss. "yeah?"

"yeah. i needed that, els."

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just wanted to write something small, and had this idea for a while. it's kinda like a late mothers day thing if you think about it. still working on my one-shot ♡

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

i dont know how many asks you have built up, but hullo :3

Wondering if you could make a little fic of reader with a biting kink and sub!Steven? It could go any way you want, but I can just imagine this scene:

Marc waking up, feeling all sore and stingy in certain areas and seeing reader blissfully sleeping like they didn't just bite the fuck out of the body. He stumbles to the bathroom, looks in the mirror to see bite marks all over his neck, chin, shoulders, arms (and some on his thighs 😼). Marc, talking to Steven in the reflection, asks why the hell would he let reader keep chomping on the body like a chew toy, and Steven was just like "well, bruv, you should have seen them on top of me last night. I couldn't say no to that face" Marc, Steven and Jake have been dating reader for a while, and they know all to well about their biting kink, that a different reason they summon the suit to heal (even though they sometimes keeps the bite marks on like a display to others that they have a sex life. I feel like Jake would taunt others and be like "yeah, my lover owns me" and other people could be like wtf??)

Extra points of reader is a demihuman 😼

Thank you so much for the ask! Ahhh!

Sorry this has kind of gone in a different direction.

Love Bites

Steven Grant x Marc Spector x gn!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • buy me a coffee? •

Summary: Marc has a problem he needs to share.

Warnings: Kissing, biting, pet names, Marc and Steven having a conversation (bickering), fluffy silliness, swearing, not beta read, please let me know if I've missed a warning.

Word Count: 973

Steven moans softly as you straddle his thighs, your hands on his cheeks as you kiss him and lightly push him back against the pillows. His fingers dig into your waist as he kisses you back, leaving him breathless, lightheaded. 

Which isn’t helped by the blood rapidly rushing downwards. 

You rock against him lightly as you lick into his mouth and nibble on his bottom lip, breaking away for just a moment to tug his t-shirt up and off. Steven helps you eagerly, throwing it to the side as if the material had personally offended him. 

When you go back to dragging your lips along his throat, he groans loudly, wriggling under you in excitement, his heart thudding in his chest. 

“Love,” he moans, needy and wanting. He places his warm hand on the back of your neck, applying a firm but not oppressive pressure. 

You know what he wants, what he craves. But instead, you smile and run your tongue along his jugular. 

“Love.” He pants, a little harsher this time and you just about manage not to giggle at the indignation in his voice. 

‘Steven.’ Marc’s voice echoes in his head, clear as day and he rolls his eyes. 

‘Bit busy now mate.’ 

There’s a pause, and even though Steven doesn’t look over to the mirror, he can feel Marc shiver, the sensations starting to bleed over, his arousal. 

‘Yeah, I get that.’ Marc pauses, but doesn’t fade back. 

You nip lightly at the spot under Steven’s ear. He shudders, whining beautifully. 

‘Maybe you can…’ Marc swallows. 

‘Spit it out mate, come on. Me and Jake have talked to you about this. It’s not really fair that you’re constantly dropping in on, well, intimate moments with us, but when it’s the other way around, you get all pissy and-’

‘This isn’t about that.’

‘Isn’t it?’ 

Steven can feel Marc frown at his sarcastic tone. But neither of them comment on it. 

‘Look, it’s about the biting-’

It’s almost like you can hear them. At the exact moment the word is out of Marc’s mouth you sink you teeth into Steven’s neck and suck.

Steven yelps, arousal burning in his lower stomach. His grip on you tightens. “Oh, fuck love, yes, that’s what I want.” 

‘Steven.’ Marc tuts. 

‘I don’t care if you’re here or not, don’t act like I can’t tell when you’re in the background watching to get your rocks off. You’ve got a vouyism thing, I swear down, all high and mighty on your horse acting like you don’t when you watch all the blood time and-’

‘Steven-’

‘But do not give me the condescending mother goose voice when I am trying to have a nice time here, yeah? It’s a bit of a mood killer.’

‘I’m not trying to kill the mood!’ Marc snaps back, going from his stern slowness to matching Steven’s fast pace. His accent is stronger when he’s frustrated, and now it’s out in full force. ‘It’s the biting! Does it always have to be with the biting?’

‘First, is this really the time to be discussing it? Second-’

‘I think it’s the right time, the best time. You hardly ever-’

‘Second, you one to talk!’

‘Bullshit.’

‘It’s true!’

‘What the fuck are you talking about, Steven?’

‘You love getting bitten.’

Marc gasps, trying to sound insulted. But it falls short. ‘I don’t.’

‘Yes you do!’

‘I don’t!’

‘Protest all you want, but I know you do Marc.’

‘That’s a fucking lie.’

‘You’re a fucking liar.’

‘Steven, I’m not, shut up!’

‘You just use the suit to heal them after, but I know, Jake and I both know.’

‘Bullshit.’ 

‘What’s the real problem here?’

‘I…’

‘Yes?’ Steven waits. 

Marc sighs. ‘Look, can you, you know, heal them after too?’

‘Why?’

Marc squirms a little, embarrassed. ‘‘Cause… I get… worked up… when I see them, feel them, on the body…’ 

Steven snorts involuntarily and then quickly stops himself, internally apologising. ‘Are you saying you get a boner from some bruises?’ 

He can feel Marc’s glare. 

Steven chuckles. ‘You do!’

‘Fuck off.’

‘Oh, you really do. That’s bad mate, really bad, a fetish for sure.” Steven teases and Marc scowls. 

‘Fuck off.’

‘A deviant they’d call you.’

‘Like you don’t fucking get the same?’ Marc snaps. ‘Acting like you’ve never got turned on by anything.’

Steven relents, internally holding his hands up. ‘I’m sorry, I’m just teasing. I’m not trying to really upset you.’

Marc pauses. ‘Yeah… I know… sorry. I just…’

‘I’ll heal them after.’

‘You don’t have to.’ Marc says quietly.

‘You don’t have to fuck off either, you can stay and…’ Steven pauses, realising that your lips are no longer on his neck. He opens his eyes to look up to you, confused. “Love?” 

You smile at him. “Marc or Jake or both?” 

“Hmm?”

“Who you were talking to?” You lean down again and kiss his cheek.

“Oh, how did…?”

“You go still and sort of, move your lips a little, like you’re asleep.”

Steven blushes a little. “I’m sorry.” 

“Why?” You shrug.

“Not very sexy, is it?” 

You chuckle, “It’s fine, I’d do the same if someone was talking to me.” 

“Still…” Steven smiles. 

“So, who were you talking to?” 

“Marc.” Steven touches back into their shared space. Marc’s still there, though he’s stepped back a fraction. But he’s not pretending he’s gone. “He’s hanging out.” 

You smile and stroke his hair. 

“Now, I believe you were in the middle of something?” Steven wiggles his eyebrows at you, giving you a cheeky look. 

“Oh, was I?” 

Steven nods. “Something that you’ll have to finish, love. You have no choice.” 

You giggle at his teasing tone, “Oh, well,” you shrug, pretending as if it’s some great chore. “If I have no choice.” And lean back down to suck a love bite into his skin.

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[thebrokengate]

I think the lighting, blocking, and full general set-up of this scene is brilliant and I want to talk about it for a little bit.

We begin with Micah being the one in the light as shown in the images above, sitting in a way that positions himself above Dutch and Arthur, also shown here:

This is a way of showing that Micah has asserted a position of dominance over the two of them and over the entire situation as a whole, being the one to orchestrate the moments they find themselves in danger of being caught by the Pinkertons like what just happened a few minutes prior when they went after Leviticus Cornwall. But what's the point of Micah being the one in the light? Because of this second shot where Dutch comes up to him for the papers.

Micah has become Dutch's figurative light, his savior at this point. Where everyone else has shown doubt to Dutch and "disloyalty".. or as we might call it, trying to make him take accountability and responsibility as a leader.. Micah has been has yesman, his ride or die, the guy who will say how high when Dutch tells him to jump. He's the one person left who won't question Dutch and that's what Dutch professes that he needs: blind loyalty.

In the next shot, Micah is shown in the background between Dutch and Arthur:

This is an extremely important shot that illustrates not only Micah coming between Dutch and Arthur's friendship, but it also sets up a struggle between them over the way Micah has come off to both of them. Where Dutch sees Micah as his "saving grace" in this time where everyone else is doubting him and has really followed Micah's lead so much that it's allowed him to be just as reckless, chaotic, and even sometimes brash with others in ways Dutch never used to be as Micah has opened up the door for him to grow to his worst potential yet as a person.. Arthur sees what Micah's influence has allowed Dutch to become and attempts to coax Dutch into changing his mind once more to no avail.

Dutch decides once again to choose Micah, leaving Arthur to nod to himself, and for a moment, hide his eyes from the camera under the brim of his hat:

He knows that he lost the battle once more, that he can't win Dutch's confidence back anymore after he's shown Dutch that he no longer has full faith in him as long as he's continuing on doing the crazy risky things he's been doing. He's left alone in the scene while Dutch and Micah speak off to the side because, in a heavy-handed way, the scene is showing that Arthur truly is alone here.

The scene ends here with Dutch and Micah ready to ride off on their own:

Dutch has made up his mind to go through with his plans and shiftily mentions that the things he and Micah need to figure out are just to do with "the plan" and "getting outta here", reassuring Arthur that "nothing's changed" when Arthur knows all too well that everything has. On their horses, Micah and Dutch are now both in a position of dominance over Arthur, talking down to him while the two of them are on equal ground - inherently blocking the two of them as being against Arthur and his ideas. But when they ride off, Micah falls into line, following Dutch out as he's back into a position of being "the sidekick" to Dutch's "frontman".

The scene reminds me a lot of this also brilliantly mapped out scene from the 1985 movie Re-Animator that does very similar things as the scene above (linked in the underlined text).

If you want to study the full scene for yourself, check it here at 12:18:38. (link isn't set to the right timestamp for me, it's a minute ahead for some reason that I don't understand how to fix, but just scroll back to the provided time.)

Anyway, I really love the cinematography and little details of this game that you don't at first see.

"Don't play dumb and superior at the same time, Morgan. We all knew sooner or later Cornwall had to go."

Just a Social Call

[emmylksblog]

LOVE TATTOO // FERRAN TORRES

summary: it's your anniversary and ferran surprises you with a fresh tattoo that carries your name.

genre: fluff, married au

based on this request

warnings: mention of sex

a/n: writing this i found out i would kinda like a guy whose personality is similar to ferran’s 😔

You had barely unbuckled your seatbelt when Ferran rushed to open your door, grinning like an idiot. He leaned down slightly, arms already out, as if about to scoop you up like a princess.

"Should I carry you like I did on our wedding day?" he teased, but there was something in his voice that told you he would, injury and all.

You laughed softly, eyes twinkling under the dim garage light. “I’d love that, but you’re injured, love. Plus, you've already been wonderful tonight,” you said, pointing back at the mountain of shopping bags stacked in the backseat. You’d told him not to go overboard. He didn’t listen. Of course.

You leaned in and kissed him, slow and sweet, like a reward he’d definitely earned. Ferran accepted it like the absolute champion he was, one arm sliding around your waist, lifting you just slightly off the ground like he couldn’t help himself.

When you finally pulled apart, breathless, he tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his fingertips lingering against your cheek. The way he looked at you then, like he was memorizing your entire face, made your heart ache in the best way. You were his world, and he didn’t hide it.

"I’ve got one more surprise for you," he whispered, the hint of mischief unmistakable in his voice. "But you’ll have to wait until we’re in bed to see it."

Your cheeks burned instantly. “Ferran!” You swatted his chest. “I knew it! You lasted way too long without mentioning sex.”

He gasped in mock offense, clutching the spot where you hit him. “I hate to break it to you, cariño, but this time you’re the one with the dirty mind,” he said with a grin, nudging you toward the house. “Come on, inside.”

He gave your butt a playful tap to encourage your pace, which only made you roll your eyes and laugh as you walked through the garage door into the warmth of your shared home.

Later, you'd already finished your nighttime routine and were slipping into your favorite soft pajamas. Ferran was still in the shower, and you were half-expecting to see him walk out in just a towel, like he always did. Especially on nights like this. But instead, he came out fully dressed in a fresh white t-shirt and sweatpants, towel draped over his shoulders.

You raised a brow, trying not to sound too curious. “What, you cold tonight or something?”

Ferran saw right through the nonchalant act, smirking as he walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. He pressed a kiss to your bare shoulder, warm and lingering. “Relax, love. The surprise has something to do with this. Don’t be mad.”

That made your curiosity skyrocket.

“Stop scaring me and just tell me. If it’s a new scar, I swear I’ll kill you.” You turned to face him with narrowed eyes.

As a footballer, his body was a roadmap of bruises and minor injuries. Sometimes he’d tease you at night, saying he had a new scar to show you, usually when you were too tired to scold him properly. It never worked. You always gave him the lecture the next day anyway.

He chuckled. “Okay, okay, sit here.”

He gently guided you to sit in the center of the bed, sheets cool under your legs as you settled cross-legged. He knelt in front of you, his hands on your thighs. “Can you give me a shoulder massage, love? I feel a bit tight.”

You tilted your head, softening. “Are you sore? We probably shouldn’t have stayed out so long. I know how intense your week’s been.”

“I’m okay,” he said quickly, “just need your magical touch.” He lifted your left hand, the one with your wedding ring, and kissed it sweetly, brushing his thumb over your fingers.

“Well, who am I to ignore the pleas of my poor loving husband on our anniversary?” you murmured, brushing a kiss over his hair before turning to the nightstand for the massage oil you always used for him.

He watched you move, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smug little smile. Everything was going to plan.

By the time you returned, Ferran was sitting up straight, his back toward you, anticipation radiating off him. You climbed back onto the bed behind him, hands resting on his shoulders.

"Okay, champ. Arms up."

You grabbed the hem of his shirt and tugged it upward, the fabric slipping over his head with practiced ease. You tossed it aside, not expecting anything unusual… until you saw it.

Your breath caught in your throat. Your eyes widened.

There, inked on the left side of his upper back, right over his shoulder blade, was a tattoo. Your name. And just below it, in elegant script, the date of your wedding.

You blinked, overwhelmed, your hands automatically finding his waist for support. Then came a quiet, high-pitched gasp.

“Ferri! No freaking way.”

You dropped back from your knees, now sitting with your legs tucked under you, one hand covering your mouth in disbelief. Your eyes glossed over as you stared, the tattoo still slightly red around the edges, clearly fresh.

You reached out with trembling fingers, gently tracing the lines of it, like you couldn’t believe it was real.

Ferran turned around, finally unable to wait. “Do you like it?” he asked, his voice laced with nervous excitement. “Say something, amor…”

You didn’t say anything at first. You just threw your arms around him and buried your face in his neck. "Hey… baby, I’d do anything for you," he whispered, stroking your back, kissing the top of your head like it was instinct.

You pulled back just far enough to look at him and whispered, “I love it.” Then your lips met his in a kiss that felt different, so full of everything. You cupped his jaw, and he responded with soft desperation, the kind that said he was already yours and had always been.

“When did you even get it?” you asked between kisses, pressing one to the tip of his nose.

He grinned sheepishly. “When I said I was going grocery shopping this morning. And that I had to swing by Pedri’s place. Yeah… that was a lie.”

Your jaw dropped. “The first time one of your plans actually works and it involved lying to me? I don’t like this at all.”

You shook your head, grinning despite yourself. Ferran laughed, clearly proud of himself.

He shut you up with another kiss, this one more impulsive, messy and full of laughter between your lips. You kissed him back harder, still smiling, arms wrapped around his neck as the warmth of his skin seeped into yours. He was your home. He always would be.

After a while, when the room had settled into that quiet, sleepy intimacy you only get when you're with the love of your life, Ferran pulled you closer under the covers and kissed your forehead gently.

“Seriously though,” you murmured, touching the ink again, “it means so much to me that you did this.”

“I love you,” you replied, your voice barely audible as you traced the tattoo on his back again with a single finger.

“I love you too, mi vida,” he whispered in your hair.

The silence that followed was warm, filled with nothing but your breath and the sound of fabric shifting as you tangled your legs with his. His hand ran up and down your spine lazily, tracing circles.

Then Ferran broke the silence.

“So… the family tree expansion project… still happening?”

You groaned, your fist flying toward his bicep, only for him to catch it mid-air, laughing.

“You seriously have no filter,” you muttered, shaking your head as a smile tugged at your lips. “If you didn’t ruin every romantic moment, you wouldn’t be Ferran.”

He kissed your cheek in response, looking far too pleased with himself. And honestly? You wouldn’t change him for anything in the world.

[neunnnnnnn]

𓇼ARCANE STORYTIME𓇼

🫧𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚🎐

(A week ago)

Feeling confused about my existence again I decided to do the one thing that brings me peace.... Shift. I lied down did an awake method ( Embodying my dr self). This time luck was on my side because I did not have to go through a lucid dream or sleep paralysis, I just closed my eyes knew that I had no choice and then bam it happened.

The room felt different and trusted myself to believe that I had shifted, I didn't feel any symptoms.

I opened my eyes and saw Isha besides me ... making eye contact with her made all my memories come to me and I instantly knew that I had to get ready to attend progress day because that's what I scripted. I got up feeling excited and nervous because the last time I shifted I hadn't watched much of arcane.

I got myself ready and left Isha with a friend. I had created my own city from scratch that was near piltover and that's where I lived. Using my teleportation I teleported to the venue and was just in time for when the bombings happened and since I wanted to be little miss "hero" I go after jinx. If you've watched that scene it pretty much goes the same way except for me getting punched in the face ( hurt like shiit!! Omfg never again 😭) and that jinx ends up kidnapping me.

I wake up feeling like my body can't move, I'm tied up and that's when it comes back to me again that I had been knocked out and I don't even remember how. Jinx comes up to me and starts asking what my involvement is since I'm not an enforcer . I ofc stare at her because, hell it's fucking jinx!! But I assure her that I have no involvement with them and I'm just a normal person that wanted to know what was going on. She obviously doesn't believe me and knocks me out again.

I wake up again and I'm in silco's office ( I was not complaining 🙂‍↔️) and he asks me what are my motives ( You know, in his mouth watering voice omfg!😭) and I'm like trying to answer but I'm also taking him in and trying to even smell him if I can atp!! Then I answer the same way, " I have no involvement and I am just a curious citizen. Jinx pipes in saying that I might have been working for the enforcers because I was from the party, and ofc there is no arguing there because only the "established " were allowed.

Silco then calls in sevika to "take me out" so since I have powers I teleport tf out of there but I teleport literally Infront of vi ( idk what the hell she was even going) and she's like really spooked and almost attacks me out of fear. Anyways I explain my situation and she tells me that she's on her way to find her sister, and I'm like guess who I also just ran to huh?. She agrees to free me only if I tell her where jinx is and we made a deal.

She helps me remove my chains, then I do the unthinkable and teleport again( ik ik but since I hadn't scripted any scenarios I didn't want to risk anything 😭) but this time to Viktors office? Idek ( I used to be a student of his)

But yeah, he sees me and asks what I want then I explain what happened to me and that I needed help hiding since going back to my house immediately wasn't really an option then he tells me to deal with it ( I am not even surprised, the Viktor in my reality is a bit... Um colder) , I obviously refuse and I follow him around as he's working on the hextech , I also help him out a bit since he needed some of my lighting powers. I ended up teleporting back home around at night when I found out that Isha had been kidnapped.

~This was day one, I was there for a year, so I can't write everything 😭

~ my reality doesn't follow the series apart from progress day. Vander is also alive in my reality

~ Isha is my little sister and we grew up in Ionia

~I did get to meet almost everyone; Cait was bossy

Echo was pretty chilled but was always angry or agitated

Vander- Literally the nicest person in the universe, we aren't family but I felt like I was family to him😭

Maddie - eh🤷🏽‍♀️ she's bisexual btw and racist

Heirmadinger ( don't know how to spell) - really nice, but was skeptical of me the whole time I was there.

Jayce - Flirty, but nice to talk to, he talks alot so there isn't a time where I was bored.

Jinx - coolest person I know, besides her breakdowns she's REALLY smart and also fun to hang out with. She made me a friendship bracelet omg I miss her😭

Vi - I might moan out loud ngl, but she's cool 😂

Silco - 🫣 won't say much 😂

~Everything and everyone looked exactly the same, even the air in the lanes is DISGUSTING asf it smells even worse than sewage😭.

[chaoscreaturewrites]

Call of duty, Ghost, fluff, domestic sweetness master post link

Tea time

Summary:He's infatuated with his new neighbor he passes every day on his dog walks, and today, she waved him over for tea time. She regularly starts inviting him over to feed him.

WC: 1.6k

Part 3

Simon is an early riser, it's a habit so ingrained into him it will never leave. That's how he found himself talking to Riley at 5:30 about what time do regular people wake up and debating when he should go over to her house. 

They never exchange phone numbers or set a time to go out, leaving Simon confused and a bit antsy. He turns his energy toward something he can do, clean his truck. He always keeps it in good condition, never letting dust or trash pile up, but with nothing else to do he cleans it thoroughly in preparation for his guest. 

Riley comes over whining to Simon who realizes it's time for their walk, not only is this a good opportunity to clear his head but he can also get a look and see if her house looks like she's awake. 

He takes in his surroundings, the rustling of leaves, the chirping of birds, the small trickle of water in the gutter, the smooth patches of asphalt where potholes were, the smell of grass from a freshly cut lawn, the clouds passing by overhead, the huffs and whines of Riley as he fights a stick, the sound of his own breath. 

Simon's not big on shrinks and mental health but with his past and line of work he needed something to clear his head and calm him down and this is the trick he found. It was something called 5 things you can hear, see, feel, smell. He doesn't stick to the 5 things, but on his walks or in moments he needs it he'll use the method of cataloging his surroundings to get him out of his head. 

He stops in front of her house, taking a look for lights or open windows but doesn't see anything and continues on. There is no rush and he's sure she'll let him know when it's time.

His truck is spotless, he changed outfits twice, he's never acted like this before, never primped and prepped like this and definitely not for going to a farm store. This isn't even a date yet he's acting like a teenager getting ready for their first date, trying to see what clothes send the right vibe, but what clothes fit the vibe ‘ I like you a lot but can't say so I'm just sticking around you and we are making a duck pond together’, what clothes do you wear for that huh. 

A knock at his door, both he and Riley are running to it, he stops a moment to compose himself so he doesn't appear over eager. He opens the door to find her looking up at him, eyes sparkling in that magical way.

“ Good morning”

“ Good morning, are you ready to go ?”

“ Yep, all set”

He couldn't correct her that it is no longer morning, that he'd been up since 5 and 10 is basically midday for him, so he simply sets that fact aside and greets her. Besides if sleeping in till 9 or 10 is what lets her be so bright and cheery then let her sleep all she wants. 

She definitely looks prepared in her overalls, but he notes this must be a different pair then the ones she works in because he knows that house paint doesn't wash out. Either way, splattered in paint or spotless still an adorable look, but she could pull off any look seamlessly. 

It takes a bit of wrangling to get Riley to stay inside so that he can close the door, he seemed very determined to join them and very upset to only receive a brief greeting from his new favorite person. It's not that he couldn't have come with, you'll find all manner of pets walking through a farm store it just Riley can never stay put in the car, jumping around all excited, it adds a competent unnecessary and dangerous addition to driving.

As they walk to the truck Simon notes how much his truck dwarfs her, the door step above her knee and the side mirror extends beyond her height. Seeing this he automatically goes to her side to offer assistance but being other self reliant women she is already climbing up the side of his truck and getting in. Their eyes meet and she returns his astonished expression with a smirk. He tries to shake off whatever just happened and the unidentifiable feelings it's caused, because he's already being awkward enough and more of that wont help being alone on for a long car ride together with no activity to distract them.

“Whats up slowpoke”

“Apologies I just thought you'd need a hand”

“Relax im just teasing”

He'd already looked up where the place is so no need for a GPS, he basically is one naturally.  So off they go, in a sort of awkward silence neither of them knows how to broach. 

He's running through a thousand hypotheticals on what to say to bridge the silence and clear away this awkward air but like the clothes situation he doesn't know or have the background information to pull from. Then it happens she bridges the divide.

“ Do you want some trail mix? “

“ uhh, Yes, please”

He holds out his hand and she pours a scoop in his hand, he chucks it all in his mouth and is delightfully surprised but why did he even expect different. Of course this isn't some store bought package, nope she made it all herself, her own person blend, its got everything, salty, sweet, oaky, bitter. 

“ Do you like it i can pick something out if you dont”

“ It's delicious just as is, what's in it anyways?”

“Oh; almonds, pumpkin seeds,cashew, honey roasted granola, freeze dried strawberries, dark chocolate bits and yogurt drops”

“ how come you make everything all yourself, most try to avoid all that work”

“The joy,  there was a time when I didn't ever feel joy and didnt think i could have it, but eventually i learned its not something you stumble into you have to make it, so making everything myself gives me joy and satisfying knowing i created it, something as simple as a drink to as complex as my garden i learned to find the joy in all of it”

He didn't expect such a deep answer, this has changed his perception of her. Before he thought she was one of those lucky folks who was never touched by darkness, he did not think it possible for someone so bright to have faced the dark but here she is contradicting everything. 

“That's … beautiful… i uhh”

“Expected something like i enjoy hard work and find it fulfilling”

“Yeah something simpler like that”

“Im not big on small talk, why talk about things on the surface level when it gets you nowhere, right?”

“agreed, at work people barely talk to me cause they know i dont do small talk”

“Oh yeah I was wondering what is your work? I mean it must be something physically demanding, or do you look like that for fun?” 

[chuckels]

“ no i dont just look like this for fun,  im a military contractor”

“ Seriously?"

“ jokes arnt my thing, im usually always serious”

“ That's why you have that look”

“What look?”

“People either interact with me like I'm some ditzy lil thing living in the clouds and they're super condescending, or they act like I'm a refuge from the storm, a light that outshines their darkness, something pure. The second case is rare but I saw it in your eyes the day we met, when you sat entranced as i shoved food in your direction”

“ you knew all that one day 1”

“Well I speculated you had some storm clouds before, but that day confirmed it”

He never would have suspected the car ride to go like this, awkward silence, or fumbling making a fool out of himself, yes that was expected but not this. To learn something so personal about her, to see her in a whole new light and to know how much she already knew about him. How just with a glance she saw right through him and she never brought it up, she just went along knowing what good she was doing for him without ever seeking recognition. He never thought of her as ditzy or spacey but he does recognize he didn't think she had this depth to her and that he will correct. 

“ Thank you”

“For what, I haven't done anything”

“For inviting me into your garden and life”

“Youve made mine better for it too”

This tender, deep moment is broken as a baby cow walks past their parked car instantly catching her attention, making her coo and awe. Next thing he knows she's jumped out of the car, approached the owner and is now petting the cow. This reminds him of how Soap gets distracted and runs off but this is 10x more cute. Luckily from Soap he has lots of experience keeping a close eye and spotting potential distractions and danger, but he does note how not all of his Soap catching methods would work with her or be appropriate, plus she has no utility straps to grab onto, but the likelihood of pulling out of the way of danger is much lower. 

He gets out and stands beside her, the cows owner looks to him and they share a nod of silent understanding. Luckily she understood the social time limit on how long you can pet anothers animal and parts from the cow, so they can head into the shop and get ready for her own cute animal additions.

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I'm Good

USWNT x Teen!Reader

Note (from when I wrote it): I had a pretty good plan when I sat down to write this, but that kinda went out the window. However I do like how this turned out for the most part and I hope you do too. 

Note (from when I reread it and decided to post it): I wrote this back in like august so it's kinda just been sitting in the drafts since then lol enjoy!

Summary: Reader gets hurt in a training session during the 2023 WWC and hides it from her teammates. 

You could feel the pain as soon as you landed from going for the header. Your foot landed wrong and you came down twisting your ankle in the process. The grimace on your face would have been obvious to anyone who saw it. Lucky for you no one did. 

You repositioned your foot on the ground wincing a little as you made it weight bearing. 

“You good kid?” Your captain, Horan, called to you as you were taking too long to get back into the play. 

“Ya, just landed funny. I’m good now though.”

“You need to see the trainer.”

You shook your head at her. You knew if you went to see the trainer that Vlatko would bench you even if there was nothing wrong. Which there wasn’t. “No, I'm good.”

“Alright just let someone know if you aren't.” You nodded and ran back into practice keeping the pain you were feeling out of your expression. 

You finished up training and made your way back to the locker room. 

“Hey Bubs you doing ok? You were a bit slow that second half of training?” Lynn asks you. She is your teammate on Gotham FC and like a big sister to you. 

“Oh uh ya. I’m fine, just a little tired I think. Long tournament. Just need to get some rest tonight and I’ll be ready to go tomorrow.”

“If you're sure. But come to me if you need anything. You know I’ll do anything I can to help.”

You nod, “I know. Thank you.” You get your gear back in your bag and start heading to the bus to get back to the hotel. 

“Y/N!” You stop and sigh. You turn to face the trainer. “Can I talk to you for a minute?”

“Do we have to do this now?” You ask.

“You’re lucky we didn’t do this an hour ago when I wanted to pull you from training. Did you really think that we weren’t going to notice the pain you were in.”

“WHAT!” You turn around and find Lynn, Kristie, Soph, and Trinity also trying to go to the bus. 

“You just told me that you were fine.” 

“That’s because I am.”

“I think I’m going to be the judge of that.” You are forced to follow the physio to the training room. Followed closely by Lynn who, “Obviously can’t trust you to take care of yourself on your own. But what should I have expected from a 16 year old?”

Her statement hurt you more than you care to admit so you followed silently not wanting to disappoint her anymore. You hop up on the table and the trainer starts poking and prodding at your ankle. 

You let out multiple grunts of pain and tears start welling in your eyes. 

“Why didn’t you tell someone that you were in this much pain?” Lynn asks, clearly annoyed with you. 

She cut you off before you could answer. “Is she going to be ok?” Lynn asks the trainer. 

The trainer sighs but nods. “I want her to ice it and she won’t be participating in practice tomorrow. We’ll re-evaluate before the game to see if she can play.”

Now Lynn sighs and you wipe at your tears. “Did she make it worse by not coming off the field when it happened?” 

“I can’t say absolutely but it is very likely, yes.” 

Lynn sighs again and nods. She steps out of the room while the trainer wraps your ankle. 

Once Lynn steps out you can’t help but let the tears fall. Less from the pain and more from the thought that you disappointed the person that you see as your big sister. The trainer doesn’t comment and gives you some ice while they finish packing up their things. 

The trainer is the one who ends up driving you back to the hotel and helping you up to your room. Lynn wasn’t there and you figured that she was hanging out with Kristie. You knew that you disappointed her and that she probably didn’t even want to look at you right now. 

You grab a pillow and curl up around it as you hold it to your chest. You end up crying yourself to sleep wishing that you had told someone when it happened if only so Lynn wouldn’t be mad at you. So that she would hold you and reassure you that everything was going to be ok. 

Your back is turned to the door so when Lynn does finally come back she doesn’t notice the tear streaks staining your face. It’s only a few hours later when she wakes you for dinner that it even dawns on her that something is wrong. 

“Bubs come on wake up. It’s time to get dinner. Your ankle won’t be able to get better if you don’t eat.” You sit up slowly and rub at your eyes. It's no use though when more tears well up when you notice that it’s Lynn waking you up.

“Y-you came back?” You wrap your arms around her tightly. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you and that I didn’t come off the field when it happened. I’m sorry.”

Lynn stands there shocked for a moment before she wraps her arms around you. You let out a sob of relief at the gesture. 

“You’re ok Bubs. It’s alright.” Lynn wipes the tears from your eyes. “It’s going to be ok. I’m sorry I left the way I did. I wasn’t thinking about how it would make you feel. I’m sorry.”

After another minute of holding you Lynn lifts you into her arms.

“What are you doing?” You ask, wiping away the last of your tears. 

“Well you gotta get to dinner somehow.” You let out a laugh and hold on as you let Lynn carry you to dinner.