#even your expressions on your weird open chest shot

[gonzodangerfeels]

I had to conduct a secret experiment in silence. I looked for Spanish flies, I looked for amore cocktail

No matter what I did not a single sound echoed in my lab. I tried retracing my steps. I checked my hood on my head, I looked for signs of fatigue. I made sure my mask was on tight. I checked the fucking weather, and it was popping lightning.

[llamagoddessofficial]

A little indulgent, venty drabble.

~~~

Your bedroom door opened. You were absolutely certain you had locked it. Alarmed, you shot up in bed, looking to the entrance to see who was intruding on you when your mood was so crushingly terrible.

It was Nightmare. He had a weird expression on his face, he looked very... calm. Calm was weird for him. He was the last person you expected to see.

... Also probably one of the last people you wanted to see.

"What're you doing?" you snapped. "Get out of my room."

His voice was low. "is everything alright?"

"Uh. Yeah." Perhaps you sounded more hostile than you needed to. You were glaring. "Everything's fine. You can go."

... His lovely cyan eye lingered on you.

...

He did not, in fact, leave. He closed the door behind him.

What the hell? Indignation coursed through you. "I'm seriously fine. Leave me alone."

"no," he said, softly.

You really really didn't have the self control for this, right now. You spent every moment of every day watching your words, taking stock of everything that left your lips, ensuring it wouldn't bother those around you even if it was at your own expense. Right now, you were fraying at the edges. You did not have the energy.

"Nightmare. Go away. I want to be alone right now."

He started walking toward you. He looked so calm. He looked like he understood exactly what was going on.

Anger flashed inside you, oil catching in a pan, it spittled and flew to your lips. You did not understand what was going on, and you didn't like feeling stupid.

"Get the fuck out of my room!"

"no."

“What the hell is your problem!?" You leaned forward, voice raising, like a cat raising its hackles. "You want to come watch me at my lowest? Point and laugh, rub it in? Real fucking mature of you.”

He didn't take the anger bait. "no." 

Stars, something was really wrong with you today, because his lidded socket and soothing voice just utterly infuriated you.

“Get out!” you yelled.

He didn't respond. He just looked like he cared.

You picked up the nearest weighted thing - your matte plastic water bottle - and threw it at him as hard as you could. He paused, but only to let the bottle literally just bounce off him... it hit his chest and thudded to the floor, rolling away plaintively.

You were probably acting more like a toddler than a grown adult human right now. But you were out of self control. Out of anything, really. Tired and cranky.

“Fuck off! Leave me alone!”

"it's okay."

What? When he started approaching again, you picked up another heavy object to throw, this time it was your bedside lamp. You were shocking yourself with your own bad behaviour. When you launched that at him, a tentacle curled in the air and caught it, setting it carefully down on the floor and not even interrupting his stride.

“Go bother someone else! I’m not a child!”

Honestly? You left that one open for him. You wanted him to make the most of the opportunity to insult you - maybe he’d say something sharp like “not a child? you sure are acting like one.” Something that would bring you back into territory you felt safe in. You didn't like the way he was looking at you, the way you were the only one yelling but he looked so empathetic and gentle. You wanted some control.

“it’s alright,” he murmured. “you can say what you need to. i know you don’t mean it.”

“What - what the fuck are you talking about?!”  

Nightmare sat beside you, cross-legged on your bed. And before you could do a thing, his extremely dexterous tentacles curled around you; and pulled you in, until you were sitting between his legs.

Oh, you were furious. You weren't even sure what you were yelling, but you were definitely yelling something. If you had been a cat raising your hackles before, now you had your claws out, you were scratching and biting and yowling. You kicked at him, you slapped at his chest, you shoved him like that would do anything.

... He didn't say a thing. His arms rested on either of his knees, and a tentacle carefully brushed your back. You kept hitting him. You ...

... You started to run out of steam. Your 'hits' on his chest became weaker, feebler, until you weren't really hitting him anymore. You were just bumping your enclosed fist against his sternum. The water bottle from before probably did more damage than you were doing now.

...

... You hiccuped.

And then you just started to bawl.

Nightmare clearly had anticipated this all along. He leaned down, face closer to your level, like he wanted you to know he was there. Your head thumped against his shoulder, where it remained, sobs wracking your entire body. He didn’t interrupt. He just let you cry - getting it all out. 

Part of you wanted to be embarrassed. Assaulting him and then wailing right there in his lap. But oh... there was something so wonderful about acting your absolute worst, and yet, not being abandoned. You worked so hard to be liked; every day, you did everything you could to be the kind of person that the people around you would enjoy. So much so that you had no idea what was left, underneath all of the personalities you'd stitched together to make a quilt people would like looking at.

Nightmare had just watched you scream at the top of your lungs, then sob with anything you had left. And yet? He was still there.

By the time your crying quietened down, his eyelight was glowing a little brighter. A little bluer. You weren’t sure what that meant.

“... I-I...” you rubbed your eyes with your sleeve as best you could. Your voice was horrendously hoarse and thin. “I didn’t... mean...”

“i know,” he said, warmly. Sitting this close, you could hear how his voice thrummed from within his chest, not really his mouth. Knowing his lecherous and borderline evil personality, you thought that basically sitting on his lap would've felt different. Risky, perhaps. Right now, it didn't - you felt comforted. The good kind of surrounded.

"I'm sorry."

“don't be. if there’s anyone who would know when anger is a cry for help, it’s me.”

You kept your head on his shoulder. "I shouldn't have hit you."

He tilted his face to you a little more. He was so close - inches away. You could feel his breathing. “honestly? i incited you, in the hopes you would. you just wanted to be angry. everyone deserves to feel angry, every now and then.”

“It doesn’t always feel like it is okay," you muttered.

"anger isn't something to be ashamed of. anger protects you. it tells you when your lines have been crossed."

"How can I be angry, without hurting people? If you were anyone else, I would've really hurt you."

"i'm afraid there's no easy answer to that, dear."

You looked up at him. “How did you know I didn't want to be left alone?”

"did you forget i can read emotions?"

Ah. True. You always forgot Nightmare wasn't just any old skeleton. He was some kind of God, wasn't he? A deity of negativity. He probably read everything going on in your mind the moment it arose.

"I kinda did, yeah."

His socket crinkled at the corner. “i felt what you wanted. heh, that, and... i know your insults well enough to know your heart wasn’t in those.”

You couldn’t help but let out a tiny watery snicker, at that. He seemed to like it. 

“... Thank you." You brought your legs up to your chest, tucking closer against him. "For... for not leaving.”

He finally put his arms around you.

“of course.”

[bbydoll18xx]

I Can Do It With a Broken Heart (Part 2): Fake It Til You Make It

Paige Bueckers x reader

You go out on a date. Paige gets drunk. Chaos ensues.

Themes: hella angst, KK being a cutie pie

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: I’m honestly so overwhelmed by the love on the first part. You guys are amazing! I hope you enjoy the second part, too 😌💓

Part 1 - KK tries to set you up on live, and things between you and Paige go south.

~

It had been three days since Paige had turned her back to you in a brutal and nonchalant rejection, and you were now spiraling. You would be a fucking liar if you did not admit to the fact that that night had shook you to your core, and you could not stop replaying it in your mind. 

And because you could not help but unabashedly wear your heart on your sleeve, pretty much everyone but Paige could tell.

The morning after, Aubrey had stopped by your apartment with kind, curious eyes, asking you how you were feeling. You had shrugged, worried that if you opened your mouth, everything you felt would come flying out in a candid display of want, and that was something you were trying to avoid. But she had prodded, and it was not long before she was enveloping you in a warm hug as you sobbed. 

You did not know how to survive the weirdness that had developed the previous night; there was never any awkwardness between you and Paige, and now your friendship had a dark cloud resting over it. 

You had pulled away a few moments later, wiping at your eyes and looking at Aubrey, who had a very concerned look on her face. 

“It’ll work itself out,” she promises, and you can’t help but feel cynical. Paige was never going to love you, so how could it possibly work out? 

You nod to appease her, and thank her for checking on you. You spend the rest of the day curled up in bed, texting Scarlett, and trying to distract yourself from the gnawing feeling that was eating away at you.

The next evening, Ice and KK had showed up at your door, trying to entice you to come over to where everyone was hanging out with Paige. You gave them a blank expression, telling them that Paige clearly did not want to see you, and that you were going to be keeping your distance for awhile. Ice had shot you a sympathetic smile, while KK, who normally had a huge grin on her face, looked like someone had kicked her puppy. 

She perks up at the mention of Scarlett, and you tell her that the two of you had planned a date for next weekend, but her smile falls as Ice elbows her in the ribs, shaking her head subtly.

Your eyebrows furrow at Ice’s shifty behavior, but before you can ask, she is already turning to leave, dragging a protesting KK behind her. 

‘Weirdos,’ you think amusedly.

And now, here you were, three days later, an absolute fucking mess. But it was Monday, and while you were able to spend the whole weekend moping, you had shit to do. Luckily, the constant stream of texts from Scarlett was a welcomed distraction, and it almost disguised the pang you felt when your mind cruelly drifted to Paige. 

She had gone live again with KK and Ice, and you watched the clips on tiktok. She laughed alongside her teammates, gallivanting around and showing off, but the light in her eyes was dimmed. And to any other person, she looked so happy, but you could see the circles under her eyes and the way her smile did not quite reach her eyes. 

It almost gave you the tiniest shred of hope, but if there was any chance of you and Paige, you would not even dare to think about it. Because once that idea was fabricated, there was no going back.

~

The rest of the week drags on, and the ache in your chest on account of Paige’s absence grows exponentially. You consider calling off your date and running unabashedly to her door to beg and plead for an explanation. Her silence confuses the hell out of you, and as you wake Friday morning, you are brought to tears again. Your date was this evening, and you already were anticipating needing copious amounts of concealer to cover the dark circles under your eyes, the unforgiving effect of late nights spent pondering over what the fuck had happened between you and the tall blonde. 

You float through the rest of the day, just wanting to get it over with, and as you finish the final touches on your hair, your stomach is in your ass.

Your anxiety spikes at you hear a loud knock on your door, and you reach for the knob, pulling it open cautiously. KK, Ice, and Aubrey are standing in front of you, each adorned with looks of unfathomable pity. 

“Hey guys,” you say wistfully, missing them in Paige’s absence last week. 

“We’re going out tonight. Please come out with us.” Ice nearly begs. You had grown really close to the younger girls, almost acting like their mother, and the distance pained you. 

“You know I’ve got that date,” you reluctantly remind her. As much as you wanted to go, you knew it would be rude as hell to cancel this late. 

Ice pouts, along with KK, who says “C’mon. Will you at least come after?” 

You hesitate, biting your lips as you think about it. “I don’t know,” you trail. “I’ll see how the date goes. Might need a drink,” you say, cracking a smile. 

This seems to appease the girls, and they turn to make their leave, wishing you luck on your date. You go to close the door before you hear KK say a bit too loudly, “Paige is gonna be sad.” 

Fuck. 

~

You meet Scarlett at a nearby restaurant. You wanted to keep the first date casual, and when she had suggested a place that you and Paige often went to together, you thought it might help your nerves. 

Scarlett looked absolutely stunning. Her long dark hair flowed over her shoulders and down her back in glossy waterfalls, and her eyes were a deep green and piercing. She was soft and feminine, and she was about your height. It was odd to be around another girl who you did not have to crane your neck to look up towards, and your mind mercilessly floats back to blue eyes and long, blonde hair.

You remind yourself to stop comparing her to Paige, but your lovelorn subconscious ached at the internal chastising.

The two of you get along great. The conversation flows easily, and you find yourself relaxing as time passes. You take a sip of your drink, when Scarlett suddenly brings up Paige. Your stomach lurches in surprise. 

“Paige is so hot. Is she single?” 

Shock overcomes you, and you are momentarily speechless, trying to find the right words to express how the fuck you were feeling. Her blatant brazenness hits you like a truck, and you feel foolish for thinking this beautiful girl would actually want you. 

“Um yeah, she is,” you mumble, fiddling with the napkin on your lap. 

She straightens up, looking at you eagerly. “She’s single?” 

You nod, not trusting yourself to speak without your voice cracking in a traitorous manner. 

“You think you could introduce me? I’ve noticed you’re always hanging around the whole team.” 

You pinch your arm, trying to distract yourself from the tears threatening to well up in your eyes. You take a deep breath, “I need to go to the bathroom,” you whisper. You don’t even give her enough time to answer before you get out of your chair, and run into the restroom for a reprieve. 

Without thinking, you pull out your phone, dialing KK’s number, and she picks up on the first ring. 

“Hey!” She exclaims. “How’s the date goin’? 

A sob escapes your throat. “She just asked me if Paige was single,” you whimper, and KK gasps in disbelief. 

“Are you serious?” She whispers, and you let out a watery chuckle. “It was all too damn good to be true.” 

“Fuck,” she sighs, and you can practically feel her anger and empathy through the phone. 

“I tried,” you mumble through the tears. “I give up now. I am so fucking done with this shit." The embarrassment was seeping into your voice, and another sob wracked your body.

“You need to leave,” KK says firmly. “Come out with us tonight, girl!"

“I think I just want to be alone,” you mutter. “But call me if any of you guys need a ride.”

Kk hangs up, threatening Scarlett vehemently before she does so, and you feel slightly better at her reaction. 

Before you exit the bathroom, you fix your makeup, and you take a deep breath, trying to give yourself a pep talk before walking out to leave. 

Scarlett gives a friendly wave as you approach the table, cluelessly, and you grab your purse, pulling out some money to put on the table. 

“Going on a date with me to get to Paige is fucking pathetic,” you spit before spinning on your heel and leaving without another word. 

At least you got the last word in. Now you could go cry in peace. 

By the time you arrive back home, your phone was blowing up with text messages from the team. KK had obviously told them what had happened, and you were grateful for their support, albeit a tiny bit embarrassed. You hoped Paige was still in the dark, and you couldn’t bear to think about her reaction. 

You spend the night laying in bed watching tv and replying to the myriad of drunk text messages and snap chats you receive from the team. You giggled as Jana sent you a video of her dancing with Paige. The blonde looked absolutely gone, and while she looked like she was having a good time, you were slightly worried for her. 

You knew once “Party P” reached her limit, she would need someone to take care of her. That was usually your job. And before you could even think to stop yourself, you are calling Jana, asking her to let you talk to Paige. 

You hear the pounding of the music as Jana gives her the phone, and she answers with a loud exclamation of your name.

Your heart flutters. Maybe she wasn’t mad at you anymore? 

“Hey, P,” you say softly. “Having fun?”

“S’much fun! Wish you were here,” she yells over the music. 

You agree with her. Sitting at home feeling sorry for yourself did you no good. 

“Need a ride home, P?” You ask cautiously. 

“Yeah, baby. Missed you,” she slurs, eliciting a giggle of relief. 

Things were going to be okay. 

~

A few hours later, you walk through the door, arms still wrapped around Paige’s waist, trying desperately to keep her from falling onto the floor. When you had picked her up from the bar, she had been dangerously intoxicated, immediately launching herself into your arms, whispering about how sorry she was and how much she missed you. Her clinginess had yet to fade. 

She sways as she walks, giggling as she does so. You lead her to the couch, where she drops down onto it, pulling you to sit next to her. You do so, gingerly attempting to keep some distance between you. 

But Paige has other ideas. 

Swinging a leg across your lap, she straddles you, staring at you with hooded eyes. You press your body back into the couch, trying to maintain the friendly bounds of friendship. Her breath fans over your face, and you can smell the remnants of the bar. Her tongue was stained pink from the grenadine of the Shirley temples she always drank, as she licked her lips tantalizingly slow. 

Your breath hitches at the proximity, and you reach up to cup her cheek. She leans into your touch, eyes closing momentarily as you stroke the flushed skin. 

“Let’s get you to bed,” you murmur, wishing she was sober. 

She pouts in response, still leaning into you, but you push down your urges to lean in and kiss her. You turn your head, avoiding her gaze, and you shift your hips to try and get off the couch. 

Paige was typically stronger than you, but her blatant drunkenness gives you an edge, and you manage to get out from her hold. 

“C’monnn. Want cuddles,” she whines, looking up at you from the couch. 

You laugh at her fondly and hold out your hand for her to grasp it. “Once you get ready for bed, we can cuddle,” you respond, a blush covering your face and creeping down your neck at her words. 

Paige finally relents, letting you help her off the couch and moving towards the bathroom. She all but falls onto the closed lid of the toilet, and you place a dollop of toothpaste onto her toothbrush and give it to her. She brushes sloppily, leaving a ring of toothpaste around her mouth. Giggling, you wet a washcloth, cleaning her up, and she closes her eyes blissfully as you do so. 

You had never seen her so drunk. And it was mildly concerning. But she was hilarious, and you tried not to read too much into it. 

Once she is finished in the bathroom, Paige stumbles into her bedroom, falling onto the bed with a laugh. She looks up at you, pulling at the tight material of her crop top she still had on. 

“Want this off,” she slurs, and your cheeks turn pink again. You had both changed in front of each other before, but your relationship had changed dramatically. 

“Pleaseee help me,” she pleads, and you let out a sigh. You move directly in front of her, and she raises her arms up as you pull her tiny shirt off. Squatting down, you help take off her pants, leaving her in her boxers and a bra. 

Awkwardly, you avert your eyes, walking towards her dresser and pulling out an oversized shirt. You pull it over her head, and she gazes up at you with a stupid grin, and you poke her nose. 

She lays back down, pulling you down with her, and you scoot next to her. Her grip on you was intense, as if she was terrified you would never return if she let you go. 

It makes you think about the past week, and your heart breaks. 

Sure, she shut you out. But sometimes that’s a simple defense mechanism. So you let her cling to you, secretly basking in her presence and warmth. You had missed her as much as she missed you. 

Brushing her hair away from her face, you mumble out a good night, the emotions of the day making you suddenly weary, and you shut your eyes. 

She responds quietly. Your ears nearly miss it. 

“I’m so in love with you.” 

Your eyes fly open. 

What. The. Fuck.

~

Part 3

AHHH another cliffhanger. Angst is so much fun to write. Do you guys want a part 3?? If so, I'm thinkin' fluff

xoxo katy

[nrnyx]

Prompt: Can’t go wrong with a body swap scenario 

Thank you @imtryingandtired for the prompt! I hope you enjoy!

“Scott, we have a problem!” 

Scott's eyebrows did a thing that would have made Derek proud. “What? A bigger problem than the fact your body swapped with Derek.”

“I gotta pee,” Stiles rushed to say as he hopped from foot to foot. 

Scott's puppy face scrunched up with a mix of confusion and concern. “Why is that a problem? Does Derek have like a… medical condition? Does it burn or -”

“What, no! No!” Stiles cut in with a furious wave of his surprisingly soft but equally masculine hands. He lowered Derek’s voice even more so those in the next room wouldn’t hear him. “I just - what do I do, man? I have to, like, take it out and…”

“You mean you haven’t yet?” Scott asked in genuine surprise. 

“Of course, I haven’t, dumbass! What do you take me for? I would never take advantage of anyone's so very hot, like insanely hot and tempting body - temporarily mine or not.”

Scott threw up his hands in surrender. “Sorry! I’m sorry, I just - you haven't even looked?”

“No!” Stiles exclaimed, stomping Derek’s foot. “Help me!”

Scott looked around as if an answer was hiding somewhere. “I - I don’t know man, maybe asked Derek?”

“Ask Derek what?” Came Stiles's voice even though it wasn’t Stiles speaking. “What have you been doing to my body, Stiles?” It was amazing how Derek managed to make Stiles's eyebrows move in ways Stiles had never managed himself. He didn’t know his face could scowl like that. He didn’t know he had the muscles for it. 

Stiles, who was in Derek’s amazing body right now, closed his gorgeous eyes in defeat. Derek seriously had the longest eyelashes. He was never going to hear the end of this. 

Scott began to chuckle uncomfortably as he rubbed the back of his neck helplessly and waved a hand at Stiles. “That’s the problem he won’t do anything to it.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Derek asked, crossing Stiles’s arms over his chest. It was so weird seeing Derek’s expressions on Stiles's face, although the stance was missing its usual impact due to the severe lack of big, beefy muscles to back it up.

Stiles pinched the bridge of - Derek’s perfectly symmetrical nose and decided just to bite the bullet or risk worse embarrassment if he didn’t figure out his dilemma soon. “I have to pee.”

Derek’s - Stiles's eyebrows nearly shot into his hairline. “So go pee.” 

Stiles felt Derek’s all too tempting mouth fall open with his own shock. “I - I mean… it doesn’t bother you?” 

Stiles watched his own slender shoulders shrug, although Derek couldn’t meet his eyes. “I’m more worried about the state of my bladder, to be honest. How long have you been holding it?” 

Stiles felt Derek’s cute ears go red in embarrassment, and wasn’t that a weird feeling? Now, not only did he know what Derek looked like when he blushed, but he knew how it felt as his adorable ears grew warm. “A while, I guess. I was trying to respect boundaries. I mean… I wasn’t sure - have you?” 

Stiles now knew what he looked like when he blushed. Was it always so obvious? 

“Oh,” Stiles said, feeling himself turn even redder, and he wondered if it was as visible on Derek’s darker skin as it was on his own pale skin. So Derek had touched his… Stiles couldn’t think about that right now, but it figured the first time another hand, even though it was technically his very familiar hand, had been on his dick, he wouldn’t be there to experience it. 

This was such a weird situation. 

It wasn’t like Stiles had anything to be embarrassed about. He was rather… endowed. It was sort of a thing he was known for, a rumor that followed him around school, even though he was still a virgin, so no one but the guys in the locker room could confirm it. 

Derek cleared his throat uncomfortably. “I didn’t realize it would be an issue. I’m sorry if I overstepped -“

“No! No!” Stiles protested before Derek could feel bad about it. If a guy had to pee, he had to pee. “I don’t have a problem with it. You’ve got full permission to do whatever you want with my body,” Stiles joked, trying to break the weird tension. He knew how much consent meant to Derek, which was why he’d been so hesitant in the first place. “I just thought that you might have an issue with me, uh… handling it.”

Derek just looked at him. “If you need permission, then this is me saying you can pee.” 

Stiles breathed a sigh as Derek’s big, broad, amazing shoulders sagged in relief. “Oh, thank god, do you maybe want to come help?”

“Are you asking me to hold it for you? With your hands?” Derek deadpanned, and did Stiles really look that bitchy when he was being sarcastic? He could see why people always felt the urge to hit him.

“I - I Just mean, do you?”

Derek looked at him with exasperation. “Stiles, go pee!” 

Stiles jumped into action. “Yeah, okay, do you like… want to come with -” 

“Stiles!” 

[sturncrazy]

STUCK🔥

part 1

matt sturniolo x fem reader (no use of y/n)

(anyone else is green )

warnings: SMUT 18+ (part two will be major smut this is the warm up🫣)

summary: you and your friend matt are arguing while coming back from a event and are faced with heightened tensions when the elevator of the hotel gets stuck…

authors note: i was INSPIRED by the sam & colby colab i had IDEAS. so this is gonna be a 2 part!! and guys just roll w me — let’s pretend matt wouldn’t be in fetal position crying if an elevator fr got stuck.

word count: 2,060

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you fussed with the back of your dress desperately trying to reach for its zipper. bodycon dresses like this should’ve been used for torture. finally giving up on completing the task alone, you banged on the door to the adjoining room.

your best friend matt had asked you to be his plus one to a party for one of the various influencer acquaintances of him and his brothers. chris and nick had other plans for the night, and there was no way matt would ever go to any social event alone. so he’d asked you to join. plus he knew you’d love getting all dressed up and even getting to spend the night at a nice hotel covered by the party host.

“WHAT?” shouted matt from the other side of the door

“MAAAATTT i can’t get my dress zipped! help!” you whined back continuing to pound your fist against the frame.

“Okay—just a second”

you jiggled the door handle, impatiently. it swung open to a flustered half ready matt. his soft brown locks were tousled in front of his eyes. he was wearing a white button up, but had only managed to button a couple of the lower ones in his rushed state, exposing his lean and muscular chest. your eyes haphazardly glanced down.

“going for a new slutty look?” you mocked

“oh shut up. you have the patience of a two year old” he shot back as he buttoned the rest of his shirt. you snorted.

“well” he said raising his eyebrows at you

“turn around”

you spun your back to him as his fingers snapped up your zipper.

“thank youuu” you said turning around with a smile. matt’s gaze trailed down from your face and over your figure that was hugged tightly by the black sparkly fabric that stopped only inches below your waist.

“what?” you laughed, confused by his quietness.

“oh-uh-nothing-“ he stuttered, turning away to grab his tie

“am i dressed wrong?”

“no-no you-you look really great” he said with a half smile.

“cmon let’s head out i’ll call us a car”

the party was loud and ridiculously flashy. Matt mingled with people he knew while you stuck a few feet behind. most of the people at events like this had no interest in talking to a no one like you. over an hour had passed and you were just about to ask matt when was a socially acceptable time to head out when you felt someone tap your shoulder. you turned around to see a tall man smiling down at you.

“so why did no one tell me about the competition to bring the prettiest date?” he asked

“the—what?” you stuttered

“i’m joking! but whoever brought you tonight would’ve won”

“oh—thank you?” you felt your cheeks flush slightly

“so who did?” he questioned with a smirk

“i’m sorry?”

“bring you here tonight? who’s your date”

“oh! oh matt did! but not date im just his friend” you nervously giggled

“so what im hearing is your not spoken for?” you had to admit this man was charming and the first interesting thing since being at this party, so you figured what was the harm in entertaining him. as you continued to make flirtatious small talk you felt eyes on you. you whipped around to see matt from a nearby corner staring at you, clearly paying no attention to the two girls talking at him. you gave him a smile, but his blank expression didn’t waiver. it struck you as weird, but you figured he was probably just zoning out.

about 45 minutes of flirting had quickly changed from fun to monotonous. you were preparing to excuse yourself to “go to the bathroom” when a tight grip latched onto your upper arm.

“I wanna leave” matt said flatly in your ear

“wha—oh okay” matt headed for the door, leaving you behind. you said a rushed goodbye and chased after him.

“matt—wait!” he stopped and turned to look at you.

“what the hell?” you said catching up

“didn’t know if you were coming. cars almost here”

matt’s jaw was visibly clenched in the dim lighting of the car. he stared straight ahead not speaking. it was only about a 6 minute drive to the hotel but it felt like a eternity. the hotel lobby was empty as it was past 2 in the morning.

“what’s wrong?” you finally asked as the elevator door shut behind the two of you.

“nothings wrong”

“bullshit. you’re acting weird”

“nope. guess i’m just tired” he said still refusing to look at you

“no i know you and you—“ you were cut off by the sound of your phone going off

“that your new friend from the party?” matt snarked

“my what? what are you talking about?”

“that guy who was all over you”

“guy—is that what’s making you act all weird?—“ suddenly the floor beneath you jolted. the elevator had stopped moving.

“you gotta be fucking kidding me” matt muttered

“did the elevator just break?”

“fucking perfect” he said with an exasperated laugh. you frantically began pressing the help button.

“Hello front desk—“

“Hi—yeah—um the elevator is stuck—“

“Hi ma’am—yes we’re aware—my apologies maintenance has been informed”

“How soon will they be here?”

“within a half hour—“

“A HALF HOUR?”

“I’m so sorry miss, we send the majority of staff home around midnight. were handling this best we can—“

“Okay. I understand. just please as soon as possible”

you backed up to lean against the wall where matt had already settled. silence again.

“well you’re stuck with me now” you attempted to joke

“yup” matt said coldly

“matt seriously? do you have a history with that guy or something”

“it’s not the guy thats my problem”

“oh so what? i’m the problem”

“i didn’t say that—“

“well you implied it—can you look at me?” you snapped. matt turned his face to you.

“i don’t like watching some guy all over you okay—”

“I had no idea that you cared about that sorta thing i mean girls are all over you—“

“of course I fucking care—“

“but why—“ your sentence was halted by matt’s right hand harshly grabbing your waist and his left hand holding onto your cheek, pulling your body flush to his and your faces only a sliver apart.

“because tell me you haven’t felt anything between us. and i’ll stop right now if you do and forget this ever happened. tell me you don’t feel anything for me right now.” he said in a gravely whisper, the warm air of his breath caressing your lips. your eyes flitted back and forth across his that starred hungrily at your lips, pupils blown. without thinking you smashed your lips against his, closing the little space left between you. matt froze for a second before passionately joining you in the kiss. his hand wrapped around to your back, pulling you impossibly closer to him as the other latched itself into your hair. your tongues began to entwine with one and other, battling for dominance. Matt pulled gently on your lower lip with his teeth, before unlocking his lips with yours. you stared up at him breathlessly, not wanting to have stopped. he smirked at the slightly helpless expression on your face before using his grip in your hair to tug your head back to expose your neck. he lowered his lips to give you a sloppy warm kiss on your delicate skin. you let out a soft sigh and matt took this moment of weakness as an opportunity to push you up against the back wall. he continued to pull and kiss at your neck and collar bone, his hands digging into the skin around your hips. heat had began to form between your legs and you let out an involuntary moan as matt bit down on your flesh. one of your legs wrapped around his. he inhaled sharply and looked back up at you.

“careful—you might start something you don’t mean to” he panted

“i know exactly what i wanna start” you whispered before pulling him by his tie back to your lips. you rolled your hips up against him.

“oh you’re in for it now” he groaned against your mouth, pressing his crotch against you. your dress had now pathetically rolled up almost to your hipbones. matt pressed his clothed bulge between your legs, creating friction against your now exposed thong. you were practically dripping at the feeling. his strong hands slid down to your bare ass cheeks and squeezed the plush flesh as he continued to grind himself against you. soft sounds of pleasure tumbled from your mouth.

“your moans are even sexier then i imagined” he huffed against your neck

“yeah? you like hearing me moan for you, matty?” you whispered, wrapping your arms around his neck

“just hearing you does something to me”

“what does it do to you?” you said innocently. he lifted his head to look you in the eye. he moved one of his hands from your ass on top of your own delicate smaller hand which he then guided down his own torso. the two of you panting like wild animals against each other at the insufferable tension as your hand got lower and lower.

“why don’t you find out for yourself” he whispered as your hand finally reached his covered crotch. your eyes still locked to his, you pressed your palm against his hard on. the feeling of his size alone sent tingles through your body. he moaned at the contact. you repeated the motion. his eyes rolled back into his head. watching him like this was addictive.

“fuck—feels so good—“ he sighed out

“been hard all night cause of you”

“you have?”

“second i saw you in that dress all i could think about was fucking you”

“you thought about fucking me?” you teased. matt grabbed your wrist.

“all the time.” his eyes trailed down your heaving chest to your slightly parted legs, the delicate lace of your thong just visible. he let go of your wrist and ran his fingers from your hip over the top of your thigh to the waist band of your underwear and halted.

“you ever thought about fucking me”

“maybe” you teased, still trying to keep some composure. he lowered his touch expertly to your clit. you bit your lip.

“do you ever touch yourself when you think about me” matt began to drag his finger tips up and down your barely covered slit.

“sometimes”

“does it make you wet” he began to pull the fabric of your thong to the side. you let out a gasp as the cool air hit your exposed folds. you nodded slightly

“nuh uh. i wanna hear you say it.”

“say what”

“tell me i make you wet.“

“you make me so wet matt— i want you so bad—-“

“good girl” he said giving you a light kiss

“and good girls get rewarded” he hummed against your lips as he began to push two fingers into your leaking entrance. you let out a loud moan as you felt his digits begin to rhythmically penetrate your core. you clawed at his flexed biceps

“oh—god—matt—“ you whined

“you like that, beautiful?” he cooed into your ear

“so fucking much” matt began to pick up the pace. you felt a knot in the pit of your stomach start to form.

“shit—i’m close—“ right as the words tumbled from your lips the floor beneath you jolted once more. you and matt shared a panicked look as you both scrambled to collect yourself as the elevator retook its motion. you frantically yanked your dress back down just in time for the doors to slide back open. a hotel employee greeted you

“I am so incredibly sorry about this my sincere apologies. We’ll be comping a part of your stay—“

“oh really it’s fine. we weren’t paying for ourselves to begin with” you brushed off

“still if there’s any way we can make this up to you. let me assist you back to your rooms-what’re the numbers?“ he said hurrying down the hall. you opened your mouth to answer but felt matt yank at your list

“were both in 611, actually” matt barked. you raised an eyebrow at him.

“oh im not done with you yet.”

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ending note:

HEY YALLLLLLLL

IM BACK BABY!!

i’m so sorry i went MIA! i had the craziest last two months of my life and then to top it off i got hit w food poisoning and was in the ER sooooo BUT ANYWAYS IM BACK NOW AND BETTER THAN EVER!

hope u guys like this one i started it like a month ago SO it’s FINALLY coming along. PART TWO SOON

and she’s gonna be FILTHY

[wolverigrl]

Logan x reader. Logan takes care of his girl having the flu. You know pure fluff, the whole package

Fevered Nights

Logan Howlett x f!reader

A/N: So I tried writing Logan true to character but still having some fluff in it! I hope you like it! <33

Warnings: none

Enjoy!

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The air in the Xavier mansion was always filled with some form of chaos - students running through the hallways, missions being planned in the lower levels, or just the general buzz of mutant life.

Today, though, none of that mattered to me. The only thing I could focus on was the throbbing ache in my head and the thick fog that clouded my senses. I groaned, turning over in bed for what felt like the hundredth time, my nose completely stuffed up and my body feeling like it had been through a war zone.

"Hey, you alive?" a gruff voice cut through the muffled sound of my own misery.

I cracked an eye open and saw Logan standing in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, his usual scowl firmly in place. Even though I felt like garbage, I couldn’t help but smile weakly.

"Barely.." I croaked, my throat raw.

"Yeah, figured. You sound like death warmed over." He stalked into the room, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, but I could tell he was concerned. Logan didn’t do well with expressing it, but I could always read him, even when he tried to play it cool.

I let out a miserable sigh, sinking deeper into the mound of pillows behind me.

"I’m fine, Logan. Just a flu. You don’t have to hover."

"I’m not hoverin’." he shot back immediately, grabbing the chair by the desk and pulling it closer to the bed. "Just makin' sure you don’t cough up a lung or somethin’. Charles would have my head if I let you die on his watch."

I rolled my eyes - well, as much as I could manage with the pounding headache. "Right. Blame Charles."

He grunted, his eyes softening for a brief moment as he leaned in, placing a rough but gentle hand on my forehead. His touch was cooler than my fevered skin, and I closed my eyes, leaning into it slightly.

"You're burnin’ up, darlin'. When’s the last time you took somethin’ for it?"

I opened one eye to give him a half-hearted glare.

"I dunno. I’ve been too busy feeling like death to keep track."

Logan sighed, standing up and muttering something under his breath that I couldn’t quite catch. A second later, he disappeared into the bathroom, and I heard the sound of rummaging through the medicine cabinet. It was weird seeing him in caretaker mode.

Usually, it was me who worried about him - after missions, when he'd come back covered in blood (usually not his own) and grumbling about healing too slowly. But here he was, playing nurse, and I wasn’t about to complain.

A few minutes later, he returned with a glass of water and some medicine in hand. He sat back down, holding them out for me and staring at me with that sharp gaze, arms crossed like he was trying to figure out how to fix me just by looking.

I groaned, feeling the pressure in my head pound relentlessly.

"Here." he said, holding the pills out for me. "Take these."

I eyed them skeptically, leaning away.

"How do you even know what I need? You never get sick."

Logan’s lips twitched, a smirk creeping onto his face. "Maybe not, but I’ve had to take care of enough people to know how to knock a flu down." His eyes glinted mischievously as he leaned in closer, voice dropping into that low, gravelly tone.

"Unless you want me to pin you down and push ‘em down your throat for you?"

His words sent a spark through me, momentarily distracting me from how miserable I felt. I knew he was teasing, but there was that unmistakable edge in his voice - the one that always made my heart race, no matter how bad I felt. I narrowed my eyes at him, trying not to show the way my body responded.

"You wouldn’t dare." I muttered, but my voice wavered slightly, betraying me.

He let out a low chuckle, leaning in even closer. "You really wanna test that theory, darlin’?"

I swallowed hard, feeling the heat of his presence despite the fever already burning through me. Logan was all rough edges and danger, but when it came to me, he had this way of softening - and I knew how much he enjoyed pushing my buttons. Even now, with me feeling like death, he couldn’t resist.

"Fine, fine.." I grumbled, snatching the pills out of his hand and popping them into my mouth. "Happy now?"

He leaned back in the chair, a satisfied smirk playing at his lips.

"There. That wasn’t so hard, was it?"

I gulped down the water, glaring at him over the rim of the glass.

"You’re lucky I don’t have the energy to fight you right now."

Logan’s grin widened as he shifted, the chair creaking under his weight.

"Well, when you do, I’ll be waitin’. But right now, you’re stuck with me."

Before I could muster a retort, Logan stood and moved closer to the bed, sitting on the edge of it this time. His large hand came up to my face, brushing a few strands of sweaty hair away from my forehead with a gentleness that always caught me off guard. Despite his tough exterior, Logan had a way of being soft when it mattered - when it was just the two of us.

"Gotta admit.." he murmured, his voice softer now as his fingers lingered against my skin, "I don’t mind takin’ care of you like this."

His thumb brushed along my temple, the roughness of his skin a soothing contrast to the fever burning through me.

My breath caught slightly at the sensation, but I tried to play it off with a weak chuckle.

"I’m pretty sure taking care of a sick person is low on your list of fun things to do."

Logan shook his head, his expression serious now. "You’d be surprised." His eyes locked with mine, that intensity making my pulse quicken again despite the exhaustion weighing me down.

"I don’t mind takin’ care of someone I care about, y/n. Not one bit."

I opened my mouth to say something, but the words caught in my throat. Logan wasn’t one for sentimental talk, and hearing him say it, especially in his gruff way, hit me harder than I expected.

He must’ve noticed the look on my face because he smirked again, a more teasing edge returning to his voice. "And besides.." he added, leaning in closer, "this way I get to see you all helpless. It’s kinda cute."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, I’m sure me being a sweaty, sick mess is just what you’ve always wanted."

His eyes glinted with something deeper, and his hand trailed down to my cheek, the touch sending warmth through me. "You could be a mess all you want, darlin’. Still wouldn’t change a damn thing."

Before I could react, Logan pressed the back of his hand to my forehead, frowning. "You’re still burnin’ up." He stood, moving with that easy grace of his, heading toward the bathroom. I watched him, confused.

"Logan, where are you going?"

He didn’t answer right away, but I heard the clinking of bottles and rustling of tissues from the cabinet. When he returned, he had a cold washcloth in one hand and a box of tissues in the other.

"Gonna cool you down a bit." he muttered, as though he was embarrassed by the whole thing.

He sat back on the edge of the bed, gently pressing the cold cloth to my forehead. The relief was immediate, and I let out a small sigh as the coolness soothed my fevered skin. Logan’s fingers brushed over my temple again, his touch lingering longer than necessary, and for a moment, it was easy to forget the miserable state I was in.

"Logan…" I started, but my voice caught in my throat. He didn’t say anything, just gave me that intense look, his thumb stroking over my cheek softly before he handed me the tissues.

"Blow your nose, will ya? I ain’t dealin’ with the sound of you sniffling all night."

Despite the gruffness of his words, there was something affectionate in the way he handed me the tissues, watching me as I clumsily wiped my nose. I chuckled, weakly. "Sooo romantic!"

He raised an eyebrow, that smirk tugging at the corner of his lips again. "Just wait 'til you're better. I'll show you romance."

I shot him a half-hearted glare, tossing the tissue into the bin beside the bed.

"I'll hold you to that."

Logan leaned back again, watching me carefully. His eyes softened as he adjusted the cold cloth on my forehead, his hand lingering there a moment longer before he pulled back. "Don’t get used to this." he muttered, though I could hear the smile in his voice. "Just ‘cause you’re sick doesn’t mean I’m goin’ soft."

I snorted, which quickly turned into a coughing fit. Logan’s hand was immediately at my back, rubbing small circles as I struggled to catch my breath. Once the coughing subsided, I leaned back against the pillows, exhausted.

"You don’t have to stay, you know." I rasped. "Go do something else. Beat up Scott or... I don’t know, something that doesn’t involve you watching me die of the flu."

Logan huffed a quiet laugh, his eyes flicking toward the door for a moment before returning to me.

"I’m not goin’ anywhere. You know that." He adjusted the washcloth on my forehead again, his fingers brushing through my hair.

"Besides, Scott can wait. You’re the one who needs me right now."

I looked up at him, too tired to argue, but the warmth in his voice made me feel just a little bit better. Logan was rough around the edges, but when it came to me, he always found a way to show how much he cared - even if it was in his own gruff, teasing way.

As I started to drift off again, I heard the door creak open, and a familiar voice filled the room.

"How’s she holding up?" It was Jean, peeking her head in.

"Better now that I got some medicine in her." Logan replied, his gruff tone softening ever so slightly.

Jean walked over, her expression warm as she checked my pulse with a quick touch of her hand.

"You're in good hands. Logan doesn’t let anyone he cares about suffer for too long."

I snorted at that, my voice raspy. "Yeah, he's a real softie."

Logan shot me a look, but there was no real anger behind it. "Watch it, darlin'."

Jean smiled, giving me a reassuring nod before heading back out.

"I'll check in later, Logan. Let me know if you need anything."

Once Jean left, Logan’s eyes were back on me. "Jean’s right, you know.." I murmured, my voice fading as I sank deeper into the bed. "You're not as tough as you pretend to be."

He grunted, leaning back in the chair. "Don’t push you're luck."

I smiled weakly, already feeling the effects of the medicine pulling me under. Even though I was sick, exhausted, and completely out of it, knowing Logan was there - grumpy attitude and all - made it a little easier to rest.

Before sleep took me, I heard him mutter, so low I almost missed it.

"I ain’t goin’ anywhere, y/n. Not ever leavin' you alone."

And with that, I finally let go, knowing Logan had my back, like he always did.

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Tags: @angelofthorr @haytchee

[biribaa]

first request ever bcs im so down bad for dw...

is there any way you could do astro x reader hcs / one shot where they sleep in the same bed? eergrhhffhj im so happy i found ur page!!! dw x reader writers are literally non existent,,, :((

Sweet dreams(Astro x reader)

Thats why im here DW fandom💥💥

TW/CW: none ig

Toons werent allowed to sleep until midnight, that was a strict rule that everyone was aware of, and one that the toon handlers took very seriously. Of course toons were innocent bqck in that time, but god knows what clumsiness they could commit.

Another strict rule, which annoyed you even more, was that Toons couldn't sleep together. To prevent mess as well.

The current situation in Garderview was bothering. No, no... "Bothering" is a weak word for all this. It is hell. To be take away from a comforting life in seconds leaved everyone, including you, too shocked to even process anything. Now you had to run and pray to find some machine that could save your life.

But deep down you had to admit the good parts of it, not that you would ever say "thank you" to Dandy. The stricts rules are gone, toon handlers as well... It leaded you to a idea.

Today, both you and Astro were just exploring the floors, in search of anything that was left untouched by twisteds, or even Dandy himself. With Astro, hide from twisteds wasn't that hard as you thought it would be, he always hided you behind him, warning with whispers about any nearer twisted. Even in danger, he was so careful.

"... I think my bedroom should be around here." Astro commented, unsure of his own words as his eyes searching around the area.

"Your bedroom?" You answer, in which Astro hums back as a affirmative.

Puzzled, Astro frowned during his search. Pieces of his remarkable memories coming back together. The wallpaper was familar, the floor as well, and as his eye followed these details, he came face to face to a door.

With little hesitation, the moon reached for the knob, and the moment a grasp was open, he reached his head to glance inside. A weird nostalgia coming to him.

When Astro opened the door completly, you could see what remained of his bedroom. Just from being behind him, you could see much of it remained the same, but the rest that wasn't untouched, was left in the ground, like small objects.

Astro paced to the inside, reaching for the switch. The lights flickered for a moment, but with a little patient, it standed still.

"Geez." He mumbled.

You walked to his side, a part of you worried about his reaction. "Well... It looks liveable."

Glacing to the side, you were caught by surprise when noticing Astro had a soft smile in his face.

"It does."

Relieve hit you. Your eyes followed Astro as he almost immediatly walked towards his bed. A chuckle coming from you, but deep down you couldn't really blame him for it.

His back hit the rounded bed, you could taste his satisfaction just from his expression, closed eyes and a small smile... This reaction was rare coming from him in those times, seeing all the struggles he and many others face.

You snapped back to reality, noticing Astro shyly reaching a arm from his coat, to your direction. It took you a few seconds to realize he was actually... Asking you to approach. Calm moments like those with Astro was rare nowadays, and even more back then. Even flurstered, you couldn't refuse the invitation.

With delicacy, you pace towards him, laying you body just by Astros side. For a second, your spine shiver, you forgot how cold Astros skin was, but you leaned to it quickly, resting your head by his chest and placing your hand over him.

Without both of you realizing, the doors was already locked, the blanket was covering you and Astro, and his second pair of arms were already revelead to wrap around your waist, bringing you closer to his cold skin. All you could do is rest over him.

Taking a quick peak from one of your eyes, you glance at Astros face. Eye closed, a soft smile set... its been a while since you saw him like this, specially with the current situation. Satisfied, you close your eyes, allowing yourself to finally rest in his grasp for once.

[gutsby]

Mr. Dixon

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Summary: Your efforts to seduce the DILF next door have all failed spectacularly, so you decide a wet hot car wash in front of his house is in order. Mr. Dixon is less than impressed with your antics and plans to teach you a lesson in good manners and ��neighborliness.’

Warnings: NSFW. Dad's friend Daryl! Drastic age gap!! Daryl's a dirty old pervert in this one :-) Voyeurism. Masturbation. Descriptions of oral sex (m!receiving). Dirty talk. Degradation. Slight misogyny. Daryl may or may not masturbate out a window at some point.

You had an old pair of Daisy Dukes and a dream.

Faded, frayed, and two times too small for your frame, the shorts hiked an inch up your ass every step you took across the room. Made it damn near pointless bending over before the man in front of you—he could see every inch of your butt regardless—but you did it all the same.

This was Mr. Dixon, after all.

Cool blue orbs illumined by candlelight took the sight of you in and flitted away just as fast. His hands busied themselves with the gun he was taking apart, while you reached for the bullet that had just rolled onto the floor.

“Here you go, Mr. Dixon.”

Your voice had a charming lilt as you held the round out to him.

“Over there,” Daryl grumbled, jerking his head toward the end of the table, “An’ what’d I say ‘bout callin’ me tha’?”

“I feel weird calling daddy’s friends by their first names.”

You shrugged and chucked the tiny piece of lead into the pile of ammunition like Daryl had told you to. Then you sat down beside it, crossing your arms.

He could be so cruel sometimes. Just fooling with his pistol and barking orders like a drill sergeant. Never looking at you longer than a second, and if he did, just shooting you a glare or wounding you with a scowl.

He’d been the toughest nut to crack out of all your father’s friends. No matter how straight-laced and upstanding the men around Mr. Grimes had made themselves out to be, you’d always found the fault line—the weak spot that got you access to the filthiest parts of each one. You’d teased and you’d flirted, earned a couple groping touches and open-mouthed caresses from the likes of the late Mr. Walsh and many others. But never Mr. Dixon.

Even now, sitting across from him in your skimpy Wrangler cut offs, wedges, and a skintight, starch white tank top stretched so tight over your tits the fabric was practically see-through, it was like you were invisible to him. You kicked your feet out in front of you as they dangled from the table and actually felt yourself pout at the feeling of frustration bubbling in your chest.

“I wanna help.” Sounding pitiful.

“No use,” Daryl said as he studied the barrel of the gun with an inscrutable expression, “Already told yer dad, ain’ no use for little girls on the range.”

Your nostrils flared as you started back on your feet.

“I am plenty useful, Mr. Dixon. And I— I’m not the little girl you think I am,” you fired back, sounding more miserable and juvenile with every word you spoke.

At the last, Daryl looked you up and down. It was hardly more than a passing glance, but deliberate enough to be expressive. Emotive.

He looked repulsed by you.

And, rather than dignify you with a response, he simply discarded his firearm on the table and left the room. You trailed behind him into the kitchen and watched him swing the refrigerator door wide on its hinges. Blue eyes surveying the shelves for a can of PBR, most likely.

“I can do anything you need me to,” you rejoined in a huff, desperate to be heard, “I’m twice the shot my old man ever was at my age, I can track if I need to— hell, I’m always doin’ stuff, Mr. Dixon. Things.”

You weren’t sure what rattling off your talents to a man who clearly had no interest in hearing them would accomplish, but you tried it anyway. You sounded like your father. When both of Mr. Dixon’s eyebrows raised in mock surprise and he plopped down on a bar stool opposite you, you wanted to melt right into the floor.

“Doin’ stuff, huh? Thangs?” he mocked your twang.

You gripped the door frame so tight your knuckles turned white. Daryl took a couple swigs of beer and stared you down through every swallow. He brought the can back to the counter, near-empty now, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“I got a couple thangs for ya ta do,” he started, grinning, “Why don’t ya put those pretty hands ta work, throw a little apron on, and just...bake me a fuckin’ cake?”

“Funny,” you spat. You felt a surge of bile rise in your throat at the sight of his smug expression.

“Wash my car?”

“Fuck you.”

Daryl’s amusement only grew as the forbidden F-bomb flew from your lips—a word he knew Rick would never tolerate if you’d been in his presence. Presently, his eyes raked over your slight, shaking form at the threshold of the room and figured himself pretty lucky to have provoked such a strong reaction from you. He polished off the last of his drink in a single gulp.

“No need ta get all foul-mouthed, Ms. Grimes, I only—”

“Fuck. You.” Your reply came slower and a touch more measured than he’d expected. Even punctuated with a hint of a smile, making sure to stretch that Southern drawl when you added, “Dar-yl.”

It was the first time you’d ever used his first name.

You weren’t sure you liked it.

Daryl, on the other hand, felt quite certain the sound of his name suited your mouth just fine. A subsequent stir in his jeans wiped the smirk clean off his face, and he began to shift in his seat.

Before he could speak, you were already turning on your heels to leave. Formalities escaped quicker than your anger, and your fingers seemed to move of their own accord to flip Daryl off over your shoulder as you strode out the door, far out of his sight.

Meanwhile, and much to his chagrin, Mr. Dixon was already growing ill with the sounds of your parting wishes bouncing loud off the walls of his skull. Before the front door had even closed, his fingers, too, seemed to move involuntarily and do a thing they probably shouldn’t have done: touch the mound in his jeans.

He rubbed his clothed erection and groaned.

You were such a fucking brat.

Daryl had always thought with a father as eagle-eyed and attentive as Rick, you’d never reach this level of naughty, haughty, and straight up cunt-like, but here you were. Doing Lori proud the way you’d gotten another one of Rick’s best friends wrapped around your little finger.

You were good like that, and still too dense to understand a fraction of the effect you had on him while you did it. The way you’d been looking at him earlier, Daryl was sure you’d convinced yourself he hated you.

If you could only see him now, spitting in one hand and unzipping his fly with the other, freeing his cock, and finally, finally getting his fingers wrapped fast around his shaft with the sole thought of you on his mind as he did. If you could watch him shudder, close his eyes, draw a deep, jagged breath through his nose to scour the air for the faintest trace of your scent lingering there—maybe you’d get it.

Daryl slid his hand down his cock and exhaled a shaky breath. You would simply never “get it,” because he’d already promised himself he wouldn’t let that happen.

As his thumb grazed the head of his red-hot, leaking cock and imagined it was your tongue doing all the work, he had to remind himself this was nothing but a fantasy for him. There was just no way in hell he’d sink to Shane’s level and actually lay his hands on you, no—he was better than that.

He was a man of principle, furiously jerking his cock in his kitchen with the thought of his best friend’s daughter on his mind. He just couldn’t touch you.

Damn if those tits didn’t sit nice under that top, no bra to hold ‘em in. And those shorts…

Daryl felt his head drop back as a wave of pleasure coursed up his spine. In his mind, you were sucking him now, hollowing those soft, sweet cheeks around his member and bobbing your head up and down, again and again, eyes never leaving his. Maybe you’d know to cup his balls, use your tongue to draw a couple lazy shapes down his cock. Any way you wanted it done was exactly how Mr. Dixon needed it, he’d decided.

He squeezed his eyes shut even tighter and fucked his hand like a man half his age.

Someone like you.

Scarcely nineteen and so oversexed they might burst.

The difference was Daryl would explode any second now; he had only to hunch over, pump himself a few more times, and finally shoot his load, pretending it was spraying your insides and not the floor of his kitchen.

He’d intended to do just that, clenching his jaw at the filthiest thoughts of you yet, when suddenly, a sound shook the house.

Daryl dropped his cock and looked right out the window.

Down below, outside, you’d laid heavy on your car horn. Let the noise blare a couple seconds before Daryl came bounding over to the window.

When he did, the man thought his legs might buckle.

You were standing beside his truck in the driveway, sponge in hand, soaked head-to-toe in water and soap and smiling brighter than he’d ever seen you. The fabric above your tits was translucent now, clinging like a second skin and affording his lustful gaze every inch of your torso. Your free hand was waving up at him.

Daryl inched the window open with trembling hands.

“Mr. Dixon, this truck is filthy!” you shouted from down below.

Swallowing and blinking was all he knew how to do, it seemed. Finally, Daryl managed, deadpan:

“I know.”

You placed your hands on your hips and narrowed your eyes up at him.

“Have you always been such a dirty old man?”

Fuck. It was like you knew what he’d been doing, crouched over in the privacy of his home while he drooled and dreamed of fucking you stupid. He watched you cross the front of the car.

And lean down to start rubbing your sponge across the hood.

Daryl sincerely feared you might hear his loud groan the second it rose to his throat. He gritted his teeth, tried to fight the sound, but came up short with nothing to show for his efforts but a whimper slipping past his lips.

You started swirling your sponge in circles, tits shaking with every movement you made.

“Too bad little girls ain’t good for nothin’,” you sighed.

When you leaned flat across the metal surface below you, Daryl pictured himself standing behind you, taking his dick and shoving it deep between your folds. Stretching you out and making you scream into the space in front of you.

Slowly, discreetly, Daryl’s hand drifted back to his cock.

“Yeah. Too bad,” he mumbled as you bent over to soak your sponge once more. When you straightened up, you made sure to squeeze the thing over your chest so the water would douse your front. Daryl took the window frame in one hand and his cock in the other, leaning out just slightly to ask, “This the ‘stuff’ ye’s talkin’ ‘bout?”

“Thangs, really,” you answered dryly.

The two of you exchanged a brief smile, and Daryl’s hand started stroking his length.

Lucky for him, and unlucky for you, the size of the window wasn’t primed to make you privy to the sight of him pleasuring himself. At most, you saw a forearm moving gently back and forth. You bit your lower lip and kept your sponge moving in loops.

“Well these ‘thangs’ are gonna get ya in a whole heap of trouble with yer daddy if ya keep this up, girl,” Daryl warned, nodding toward your house with a wary look.

“It’s empty, Mr. Dixon. Whole place is mine for the weekend,” you replied with a sly intonation.

Finally, you stopped long enough to get a hand back down to your shorts. Facing Daryl still, you popped a button on your denim cut-offs and looked up at him with a glossy, innocent stare. You pretended to feel for something that wasn’t there, snagged the band of your light pink thong, and lifted it up to Daryl’s hungry gaze. You saw his bicep visibly strain as he jerked his cock even faster.

Back inside, Daryl was panting, groaning, reeling at the thought of you all alone in your house next door, splayed out across your bed in a baby pink panty set. He soaked in the sight of you and curled his toes into the floor as a new jolt of pleasure broke out through his body.

He was closer than he’d ever been. He rested his head against the window and watched you run your hands over your body, down your front, in your shorts. He imagined your fingers grazing your cunt and how wet you must’ve been then, imagining him right back and fucking him steady with your eyes.

For a moment, your eyelids fluttered, and a blissful look crossed your features. Daryl rutted his hips at the thought of you finding your clit in front of him—desperately wanting to be the source of that pleasure himself—and pumped himself even faster.

“Darlin’, I…I need ya. In such a bad fuckin’ way.” He couldn’t keep the tender term of endearment from dancing on his tongue. The sight of you alone had his brain on the fritz.

You slipped your hand out of your shorts and brought a couple honeyed fingertips to the edge of your lips.

“How bad, Mr. Dixon?” you asked, eyeing him intently.

Daryl whined and felt his insides churn with the threat of release. He knew he couldn’t hold on much longer.

“So— so bad. Need to fuck ya so bad.”

That satisfied your affirmation-hungry itch well enough. You pushed two digits between your lips and started to suck.

From that point on, you didn’t need to see him or hear him or be there waiting patiently on your knees to get a mouthful of his cum—you knew it was coming. Daryl’s face contorted with a blissful, fucked-out expression, and suddenly he was pumping that space below the window full of his load, likely spraying the whole damn thing on the wall.

You stood back and admired your work. Daryl had all but collapsed with both hands planted on the windowsill, wet, brown locks hanging low in his face as the aftershocks of his arousal washed over him.

He was panting and barely able to meet your gaze. You couldn’t quite read the expression.

At any rate, you knew your job here was done.

With a hand waving sweetly back up at him once more, you eyed the mess of a man—your father’s best friend—and started to reach for your bucket and sponge. You buttoned your shorts back up and took a step from his truck. When it seemed Daryl was just then starting to open his mouth to speak, you beat him to it and called out, cheerfully,

“See ya around, Mr. Dixon!”

[aanoia]

Definitely (Dying, pt. 2)

Poly!marauders x reader, James Potter x reader, Remus Lupin x reader, Sirius Black x reader

Summary; a failed attempt and a year later, y/n is finally okay

Words; 1,800+

Warnings; srs tw, talk of drug abuse, suicide, self harm, I think that's all

Pt. 1, "Dying"

Really heavy topics, loves, please proceed with caution. I love you all!

It had been two months. The worst two months of their lives. The Marauders watched from afar as their now ex girlfriend killed herself, and said ex girlfriend had to watch as her lovers sat in each other's arms, basking in each other's presence. It was all too much. She couldn’t take it anymore. 

Today was a rare day where Y/n wasn’t on anything. Her system was clear and a bright smile was on her face. Almost everyone felt uncomfortable about the sudden change, wondering why she was suddenly… okay. Truth is she was the farthest from that that she’s ever been.

“Oh my gosh! Y/n, I love your necklace. Where did you get it?” Lily Evans, one of Y/n’s best friends, asked as Y/n sat down at the table. She sat as far away from the Marauders as she could, which proved difficult as Lily loved sitting next to them.

Y/n smiled and reached behind her head, swiftly unclasping the necklace and dangling it in front of Lily, “Here, have it.”

Lily shook her head, “Oh no, I couldn’t take it.”

“No, I swear it’s fine. It’s not really my style anyway. It’d look much better on you than me.” Y/n insisted and Lily hesitantly took the necklace. 

The thing is, that was Y/n’s favorite necklace. One her mom had given her when she was just a little girl, before she became a disappointment. The Marauders knew that. They shared uneasy looks, confused as to why she would so easily hand over her favorite possession, 

“Awh, that was sweet, Y/n.” Marlene said, admiring the golden necklace that now lay beautifully across Lily’s chest.

“Oh, here. You can have my bracelet. I always see you eyeing it.” She removed the bracelet and handed it to Marlene.

“Oh, thank you, Y/n. How kind.” She said with her brows furrowed.

“Of course.” Y/n responded with a smile.

It had been like that all day. She had given away everything that was complimented and constantly gave people hugs and told them she loved me. It was weird, for lack of a better term. It wasn’t only people close to her that noticed the unusualness either. It was classmates and teachers as well, even the paintings that lined the walls noticed a difference. It left an uneasy pit in everyone's stomach. 

That night, Remus sat at his desk with his hand holding up his head as he was deep in thought. 

James gently placed his hand on the boy's shoulder, “Moony? What’s going on in that head of yours?” James asked and Sirius perked up at the question, also wanting to know the answer.

Remus shook his head, “S’nothing.”

Sirius let out a short laugh, “You're full of shit. You’ve got that face. You only get that face when you’re thinking of something.”

“Oh, yeah. You’re right. He does have a thinking face.” James agreed and Sirius nodded.

“I know right, he goes like-” Sirius made an exaggerated facial expression.

“No, that looks nothing like him, dimwit. It’s like this-”  Remus tuned them out as they fought.

He went over every interaction Y/n had had that he witnessed throughout the day. She was acting so strange. Even before all the weed and drugs she never just gave away her possessions. She loved her things and held them close to her heart. So why was she giving it all away? And why was she suddenly showing so much affection? And why now? What changed? And why does Remus feel like he’s forgetting somethin-

Remus shot from his seat, “We need to find her. Now.” He said urgently before running out of the room, the boys paused before running after him, knowing exactly who “her” was. 

Remus hastily knocked on the door of Y/n’s dorm room, hoping she would open the door. Instead he was met with the sleepy face of Lily Evans and soft snores from Marlene who was cuddled up into Dorcas’ side. No Y/n.

“Remus?” She glanced behind him. “Sirius? James? What is it?”

“Is Y/n here?” He asked, dread filling his body.

Lily shook her head, “No, she said she was going up to the astronomy tower. Why?”

“I’ll tell you later, thank you.” He said before beginning to move again, but once they got down to the empty common room Sirius grabbed tightly onto his arm, stopping any movement. 

“Remus, what is going on? Why are you so worried?” Sirius asked.

“I think Y/n’s going to kill herself. The signs add up, giving away valuable possessions, being extra affectionate, and you know how her life is. We need to find her, now.” Sirius and James looked at each other before nodding. Sirius let go of Remus and all three sped to the astronomy tower, spending little to no time to think about not getting caught. Right now it was not a priority, their priority was Y/n.

They raced up the steps, not stopping as their lungs begged for air and legs ached for rest. Remus burst through the door and halted as his eyes lay on a silhouette standing at the edge of the tower, on the other side of the rails.

“Remus?” The figure asked, her voice hoarse and broken.

“Y/n, baby, please. Come here.” He begged as his boyfriends came in behind him.

“Y/n?” James asked tentatively. “Sweetheart, don’t do it.”

“Please, go away.” She asked, tears pouring from her eyes. They weren’t supposed to be here. “Please.” She whispered.

Sirius was the only one brave enough to step closer, “No. We let you leave once already, I won’t let you again.” He took another step.

“No, get away from me!” She cried, her sweaty hands slipping against the cool metal.

“Love.” Sirius said quietly, close enough to whisper to her. “It’s going to be okay, yeah?” She began to protest but he shook his head, shushing her while taking yet another step forward. “No, I know how hard that is to believe. But it will. And I- we- we will be there every step of the way. Come on, love, grab onto my hand.” He said quietly while stretching his hand out.

“I can’t do it anymore, Siri.” She whispered, her legs shaking.

“Yes you can.” He assured her immediately. “You can, I know of it. You are the strongest girl I’ve met. I know you can stay here. With me. And Remus. And James. I know you can.”

“But the weed and-and the alcohol, even if I don’t know, I’ll kill myself!” 

“Then we’ll work together to get sober. Y/n, my love, it’s not impossible for you to be happy. I need you to realize that. You can be happy, and you are worthy of being happy. Now hold my hand, please.” He asked again, tears stinging his eyes. She hesitantly grabbed his hand and let him help her over the rails.

The moment her feet touched the ground of the astronomy tower she collapsed in tears and the three immediately engulfed her in a warm hug. She sobbed in their arms for what felt like hours, but the boys didn’t care. She needed love, and they were going to give it to her. 

Once her cries quieted to small sniffles Remus pulled away and gently placed his hand on her tear stained cheek, wiping away the tears with the pad of his thumb.

“Hey, baby.” he said quietly.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered.

“Whatever for?” 

“Being such a bitch to you guys and pushing you.” She said, her eyes cast downward as guilt filled her body.

“It’s alright, my love. We’ve already forgiven you.” Sirius responded, the boys nodding along with him. 

“We just want you to be okay.” James said, his arms wrapped loosely around her neck as he placed a soft kiss on her temple.

Y/n nodded slowly, “I wanna be okay too.”

“You will be okay.”

A year later, Y/n smiled at Lily as she sat down at the table in the morning. 

“Good morning, Lily, how did you sleep?”

Lily snorted, “I would’ve slept better if a few girls in my dorm didn’t stop gossiping all night.”

Y/n and Marlene looked at each other with smirks.

“Oh, how rude of them.” Marlene said.

“Truly a tragedy.” Y/n agreed, grabbing a piece of toast. “Does anyone know where my boyfriends are?” She asked, looking around the table.

“Probably doing something dumb.” Dorcas said and Y/n nodded.

“I believe it.” 

The doors to Great Hall opened and in walked Sirius Black. He walked to the Gryffindor table and stood behind his girlfriend, leaning down.

“We need you outside, please, Ms. L/n.” He said, sending shivers down the girl's spine.

“Oh, really?” She asked.

He kissed her cheek, “Yes, ma’am. Shall I escort you?” He asked, standing straight and holding out his hand.

She grabbed his hand, “You shall.” She stood up and let out a small yelp as Sirius quickly tugged her along. Y/n laughed as they sped down the hallway, making Sirius smile. Her laugh truly was music to his ears.

The left the castle and Sirius brought her to a little picnic blanket which her other two boyfriends were lounging on while conversating.

“Ah, look at our girl.” James said as he noticed them approaching.

“Guys, what is this?” Y/n asked with wide eyes as Sirius pushed her down gently, urging her to sit.

“Well, I do believe it’s a picnic.” Remus answered with a grin.

Y/n rolled her eyes, “No, I mean what’s it for?”

“Ah, great question. Today marks one year of you being sober, and we wanted to show you how proud of you we are.” Sirius explained and Y/n smiled.

“Guys, thank you. I love you all so much.”

“We love you too.” James responded.

“Oh! Hagrid made a cake. We didn’t ask him too, but he handed it to us and told us to make sure it got to you.” Remus said, handing Y/n a box.

Y/n smiled as she read what was on the cake. 

‘PROWD OF YOU, Y/N!’

“Awh, Hagrid is so sweet.” Y/n said with a large smile.

“We’re proud of you too, by the way.” James said, putting his head on her lap.

Sirius grabbed Y/n’s hand, “I told you you were the strongest girl I knew.”

Pride swelled in Y/n’s chest. She had come so far in just a year. She had walked through hell and came back alive, barely, but still alive. She had cut off contact from her parents, much to their dismay as now their scapegoat had left, however they didn’t put in the effort to keep her around. During the summer before seventh year she stayed in the spare bedroom at the Potter house, going under strict rules of doors open at all times if she and James were together, or any of them if the other two came over. Y/n was more than okay, she was happy. She healed. Was it hard? Maybe. Was it worth it? 

Definitely.

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[jsprnt]

Americano PT. 8 | Jude Bellingham x Reader

What happens if two individuals who absolutely despise each other are forced to interact after unforeseen events occur?

A/N: this one is a bit on the shorter side, but I promise next chapter will be juicy! 😉

W/C: 3.086

part seven

"Wait- why am I actually kind of bitter about this?"

I mumble, looking up at Luis. He turns around, moving his camera away to look at me.

"Bitter about what?" He asks, fidgeting with the settings of the device.

"They literally crap out money- but get a free BMW?" I question, folding my arms.

"Oh, please. Will you stop being such a negative person?"

He gives me a nasty look, his hand coming to grab my arm.

"Or go sit in the car..?" He adds, pointing behind me.

"No, it's too hot to sit in the car.." I complain, adjusting my sleeve.

"Why did you even follow me here in the first place?" He asks, raising his brows.

"I was done with my to-do list and didn't want to stay cooped up in the office.."

Not to mention to avoid the insanely annoying looks I had been receiving ever since those stupid rumors and photos had been out.

"Okay, just stay back and watch then.."

I watch him make cinematic shots of each individual model and car. My patience begins to thin when he's still busy with it twenty minutes later.

I pull my phone out of my pocket to keep myself busy. I carefully scroll through my Instagram explore page, ignoring the thousands of follower requests to my account.

The internet was very quick, so within hours of my face being online, people had found both my full name and social media accounts.

"y/n!"

I freeze, holding my phone against my chest, and turn in the direction the noise came from.

I make immediate eye contact with Valeria, her obnoxiously fake smile burning my eyes instantly.

"Yeah? Anything wrong with the shoot?" I ask, shoving my phone into my pocket.

"No, the players have just arrived- and it's a better look if you're off your phone and look interested."

I fight the urge to snort at her ridiculous comment, and just nod before I lose it.

"Sure, any reason you're here today? It's only for some short clips..”

I watch her take a step forward, a hand reaching up to her hip. She moves her neck in a weird way, staring at me for a moment.

"It's always good to see how my juniors work, and how close they are to the players is really something I like keeping an eye on.."

Oh- surprise, she was here for something stupid!

I was already over her snarky remarks, especially those insinuating a romantic relationship between Jude and me.

The thought only makes me want to gag.

I shiver at the cursed idea, noticing a few players already walking over to check out the new car they chose, and look back at Valeria.

"Well, I'm sure some of the guys really need your presence and knowledge. Please, go and join them.."

I instigate, hoping and wishing she goes to bother Toni instead.

For some reason, he could handle her bullshit really well.

"Oh, don't mind if I do.." She chuckles, immediately turning her back to me and walking away.

I sigh in relief, rubbing my nape to try to release some tension from my body.

I begin walking up to the cars myself, reading off every license plate to see which player got what model.

I stop at the car chosen by Aurélien, observing the details of the 'i4 eDrive35'.

« Très belle, non? » I hear him say. I nod, pursing my lips.

« Le couleur- noir est parfait.. » I compliment, stepping back to get a better view.

I open my mouth to say something else- but I'm startled by a loud car horn, it almost makes my eardrums explode. I shut my eyes tightly, not reacting fast enough to cover my ears properly.

"What the fuck.." I mumble, looking to my left. An obviously aggravated expression on my face, because who the hell thought that was a good idea?

“Jude! Get out of your mom’s car, please!” I exclaim, seeing him stand at the driver’s door.

The man couldn’t even drive, but got to choose a car for himself?

Not even that- he also chose the most expensive model worth more than a hundred thousand euros?

Life is so unfair.

“You’re standing in the way!” He exclaims, walking around to sit in the passenger seat. Another staff member comes over to drive him around the parking lot.

I give him a nasty look, stepping aside and looking back at Aurélien.

“Why don’t you join him?” He suggests, an obvious smirk on his face.

“What? Why would I do that?” I ask, raising my brows and folding my arms defensively.

“You know- nice car and fun drive..” He trails off, glancing at the moving car.

“I would feel like I’m in danger without him even being the driver..” I state, shielding my eyes from the sun with my hand.

He chuckles, as if to mock the fear for my safety. I shrug it off, looking behind me to see where Luis is.

“Come on- get in the car and I’ll get Luis to do a little video..” I usher, walking away to get Luis.

The entire shoot takes us about an hour before we’re finally done. I quickly bid farewell and thank fellow staff members for their hard work before jumping into my car.

I go to start my car, looking up to see where Luis is. I roll my windows down, letting some fresh air into the car, hoping he’ll be here quickly.

“No- it’s just annoying because I’m trying to do my job properly and I’m getting the craziest stares. Like, does having a conversation with someone mean we’re married with three kids and a chihuahua?!” I exclaim, looking at Amira on FaceTime.

“And you attended his match, and you wore his name on your shirt and spoke to his family and-"

I cut her off with a loud groan, rubbing my eyes in irritation.

“You’re the one who set me up!”

“I thought you already knew it was his shirt! Should I have worn Jude’s while you wore Trent’s?” She defends herself, a smirk forming on her lips.

I shake my head, dropping my pencil on the table.

I had been studying all day and had stopped the instant Amira called me.

“The way I can’t even get mad at anyone about this- ugh..” I complain, shifting in my chair.

“And those follow requests are so annoying..”

I grumble, totally aware of the fact that I had been complaining about literally every single thing and then some.

“Girl, if you set your account on public again and accept those followers..”

“What? I’m going to clout chase being that douche's fake girlfriend?”

“Obviously?”

“I have to take over my dad’s firm one day, and you want me to be known for dating my coworker?”

“Too late-"

I stop paying attention to what she’s saying when the front door opens, my gaze moving to see my dad walking in.

“I’m going to call you back later.” I mutter to Amira, waving at her until she hangs up.

I close my laptop, standing up to walk over to the door.

“Hey, dad- you’re late.” I say, grabbing his laptop bag off of him.

“I had a lot of work to review. Did you have dinner?” He asks, hanging his coat up on the coat rack.

“I had some of the food auntie Carmen made. You?”

“We all had dinner in the office. Everyone has been going home late these days.” He says, washing his hands in the kitchen sink before loosening his tie.

“With what?” I ask, setting his laptop bag on the table, prying into his business.

“Can’t say, but- don’t you think you need to tell me something?” He suddenly asks, turning to me.

I freeze, looking at him with wide eyes.

What the hell would I be hiding from him?

“Uh- no? I’m not sure what you’re talking about?” I state, scratching my nape in confusion.

“Are you sure?” He presses on, coming to hold onto my shoulders.

“I’m sure. What am I supposed to hide from you?” I ask, getting rather defensive, a frown forming in between my brows as I keep staring at him.

He notices my irritation, letting go of my shoulders and holding his hands up in surrender.

“Okay- I understand. Don’t get all angry at me..” He says, smiling.

“I’m not angry- just confused..”

“Forget I asked- How was work? How about you tell me about that instead?”

I purse my lips, looking down at my laptop.

“Alright, the players got new cars, so we had to do a shoot for BMW..” I mutter, fiddling with my notebook.

“You look so down, y/n. What? Are you jealous? I got you your new Audi less than two years ago..”

“What do you mean, dad? I love that car, would not exchange an Audi for a BMW- I have some car knowledge.” I state, my expression changing as I explain to him.

“That’s right! Come to me when you really want to change your car. I’ll call up some people I know.”

I make my way towards the printer, looking for the documents I had sent over to be copied a couple hours ago. Finding them, I quickly read them through to confirm the pages are complete, until I’m stopped by Hugo.

“Are you ready for El Classico week?” He asks, making a copy of something.

Most people, as in football fans, would say an El Classico is a match you shouldn’t miss. The long-standing rivalry between the two clubs was always interesting to watch, and I would definitely agree a hundred percent-

Only, if it didn’t mean we had to ensure our match posts, interviews, and statements were properly prepared and triple-checked and approved days leading up to the match.

Of course, I loved watching the game- but the way it exhausted literally everyone involved was no fun.

What made it harder was the fact that we had a whole Champions League match to worry about first. To sum it all up, no one was getting sleep for the next two weeks.

“Yeah, just really busy with preparations.” I reply, folding the corner of the documents.

“Good luck, we’ve all been having sleepless nights. It will be worth it in the end- you’ve experienced this before. Just keep on doing what you always do.”

I nod in acknowledgment, smiling at him.

“You’re right, we will put our best foot forward.” I give him a thumbs up, chuckling.

“Good- I’ll see you at lunch. Work hard!” He encourages, patting my shoulder before leaving with his printed papers.

I sigh in relief when he leaves, making my way up to my desk. I place the documents on the table, before running down to the pitch. Having to finish some last-minute recording of the match preparations.

I walk over to the pitch, training is already in full motion, and I notice Luis already there. I look around for any other staff members, only seeing the creepy guy I ran into weeks ago standing across the pitch.

The guy was a walking, real-life jumpscare at this point. I’d only run into him at random moments, and the way he’d look at me had my heart leaping into my throat.

“You’re late.” Luis complains, bringing me out of my thoughts, fiddling with a black cable.

“Did those two minutes kill you?” I ask, sighing, and look at the players who were training.

“Of boredom, yes..” He replies, and I notice the small- very slight compliment in his words. A smile forming on my face as I chuckle.

“We would’ve been absolutely fucked if Kepa didn’t save that one..” I mutter, insanely stressed, as I eye the scoreboard in the Lluís Companys Olympic Stadium. A temporary stadium FC Barcelona had been using for this season.

“Don’t say that- you have no trust in this team whatsoever..” Luis complains, looking up at me.

“Who will score?” I ask, we loved guessing who would score and assist goals during every match.

“Jude.” He immediately says, not hesitating one bit.

“No- I’m guessing Vinicius..” I say, eyes darting back to my laptop screen.

“I will be right- just watch..”

“It’s his second El Classico and his first in season one. What is he going-” I immediately stop talking when I notice a chance to score, my hands tangle into my shirt as I see how much space there is to score.

I gasp, and my jaw slacks open when Jude scores an absolute screamer, which I’d obviously never admit to him.

“I told you!” Luis screams, celebrating like it’s his birthday. I scoff, secretly happy we were put out of our 0-1 misery, and search for the draft I’m supposed to publish.

A couple minutes pass, it’s almost full time, and extra time is finally announced. The away side is full of Madridistas, all sitting on the edge of their seats until Luca kicks the ball towards Jude and GOAL!

The away side celebrates happily, with another El Classico win in our pocket. I quickly manage and do what I have to do, before we both get up to go back inside.

I was both delighted and annoyed at the fact that we won. Of course, it’s always amazing to win a match like this, especially when we were doing so well this season. Also because it’s Luca’s 500th match, and an assist is pretty amazing to pull off on a day like this.

The only thing making me have bitter feelings was the fact that I had to interview Jude today. Normally, Man Of The Match interviews with him were already horrific to experience. An elaborate interview with him, after I’d been avoiding him like the plague, wasn’t necessarily something I would want to do.

“Can you go first? I’ve got to pee really badly..” I say to Luis, placing my bag down and running towards the restroom. Finishing my business up quickly and washing my hands thoroughly.

I look around me for a bit, knowing that sometimes players would use these restrooms as well. I had heard about instances where the players of the opposite team had raged against our team’s staff members. Which definitely had me watching my back in moments like these.

I had interacted with some players of FC Barcelona, and they hadn’t been disrespectful so far.

Thus, I’m not too fazed when the door to the restroom opens. I look up as a sweaty and tired Ferran Tores walks in.

We make immediate eye contact, and I nod in greeting, shooting him a quick ‘hello' before pulling some paper towels from the dispenser to dry my hands.

He seems to be seething in anger, so I break eye contact, looking away.

“This is a staff bathroom, are you aware of that?”

He suddenly says, water splashing from the faucet as he begins washing his face.

“Sorry?” I question, wondering what he’s getting at.

“Not for girlfriends.” He mutters, turning the faucet off.

My face twists into one of confusion, the words throwing me for a loop. Seems like he notices, and he opens his mouth again.

“You’re Bellingham’s girl, aren’t you? This is the staff restroom.” He enunciates every single word as if I’m a kindergartner, it makes me freeze for a second.

I struggle to stop myself from reacting thoughtlessly, not knowing if I should be crying or laughing.

My hand reaches for my staff badge hanging from my neck, waving it in front of his face.

“Do I look like a girlfriend?” I ask, dropping my badge and stepping out before he can apologize.

Asshole, losing doesn’t give you the right to be so damn rude.

How could I even get rid of these stupid fucking rumors?

“Okay, smile!” I exclaim, holding Luis’s camera up to take a photo of the squad. With the happiness of winning an El Classico and the celebration of Luca's milestone came a lot of excitement and enthusiasm.

I hold back a chuckle at the sight of Aurélien laying on the floor, instructing some of them to move a bit for a better shot.

We take multiple photos together, staff members taking photos with the squad while I force them to stand in front of the camera.

“y/n, come here, and we’ll take a picture!” Antonio urges, snatching the camera off of me and pushing me to stand in front of the camera.

I feel myself being pushed, until I find myself almost pressing into Jude’s side.

I curse to myself, forcing an awkward smile as I pose next to everyone.

“What? Surely, you don’t think I bite?” Jude whispers, his arm dropping to his side.

“Please, shut up and pose. We still have that interview, so don’t start now..” I mutter between a clenched smile, pretending I’m not fazed.

I hear a soft chuckle, a mocking and breathy ‘sure’ leaving his mouth.

It gives me shivers down my spine, and I fight the urge to step on his shoe, focusing on posing instead.

This will be a long, long interview..

“You should’ve told me you’re leaving.” I mumble, mouth full of cereal and milk.

“Sorry, been so busy, didn’t even come to mind.” My dad says, walking around the house as he gets ready for work.

“Where is that blue tie I just got?” He shouts from his room.

“I ironed it! It’s in the bottom drawer!” I shout, scrolling through my messages.

“Got it!”

I hum, chugging the leftover milk in my bowl before standing up from the dining table.

“When are you going? Will you be gone for long?” I ask, watching him put the tie on in his bedroom.

“This weekend. It’s a crucial case, so I’ll be back when it’s totally over. Don’t get up to mischief. I know how you get when you’re home alone.” He points, giving me a stern look.

“Yeah, sure, I will plan a house party or two..” I joke, but it doesn’t land as he continues staring me down.

“Okay! I will be a responsible adult and call you or auntie Carmen when something happens..”

“Good, I’m leaving to get to work. Will you be back on time for dinner?” He says, grabbing his paperwork and laptop bag.

“Yeah, can we order in tonight?” I give him a pleading look, walking him out.

“You know I can’t deny my daughter happiness in the form of burgers and fries...”

[mahitomylove]

Mahito is desperate for your attention - Part 2

Mahito x Reader, fluff, no smut

Mahito offers to shower with you

Part 1

"How about we shower together? I could wash your back and stuff." Mahito shrugged.

"Are you serious?" you rolled your eyes. You could hear your own heartbeat, loud, against your chest. Part of you could only hope he'd say yes.

"Don't worry," he raised his hands to show you how serious he was, "I won't do anything stupid...!"

You paused for a minute, processing what he said. Did you hear that right? This would be your first time showering with someone else, you were so nervous.

"I heard humans become so flustered when someone offers to shower with them," Mahito thought to himself as he awaited your reply. Kenjaku had told him about it, and he was curious to try it on you ever since. Your reaction did not disappoint, it was just like he expected.

"Well?" he took a step forward, smiling. 'It's okay if you don't wanna."

"No, I d-don't mind."

"Yaayyy!!"

You went to the bathroom, preparing towels and letting your hair loose. Mahito simply stood, the door open, as he watched you. After you got the water to the perfect temperature, you stopped, turning to look at Mahito. It felt extremely awkward, you knew what you were supposed to do, but couldn't.

"Are you just going to stand there?" you asked Mahito, who's lips curled up into a smile after hearing that. He swiftly removed his shirt, tossing it away. The smile never left his face as he ripped off his pants. Your eyes involuntarily went to his crotch, only to find out he had nothing there. You brushed it off, assuming curses didn't need organs to reproduce.

"You didn't need to do that... I'm not giving you any clothes after that."

"Don't worry, I have plenty!" He rushed inside, pushing you aside as he stood in the shower. He joyfully screamed your name. "Why don't you get in?"

"O-okay..." You took off all your clothes, but chose not to remove your underwear.

"You gonna shower like that?"

You remained silent.

"I mean, sure, if it makes you comfortable!" He transfigured his right hand to a weird object looking like a chair. "Sit here!"

"Uhm, that's not necessary," you said, bringing an actual chair as you sat on it. "Do I really need to sit?"

"Yes, you should get comfortable," he answered. You blushed, averting your gaze in embarrassment. It was the first time someone treated you with such kindness. Maybe meeting this cursed spirit wasn't so bad after all.

"You don't need to be so thoughtful, Mahito... You're a really nice person."

"This feels so nice..!" Mahito said with a smile as he used your shampoo to wash his own hair.

You shot him an annoyed expression. "I take back what I said," you grunted. "You're an idiot."

He simply giggled in response, "want me to do the same to you?"

"No- I mean... never mind. No."

"Stand up," he ordered.

"Whatever," you said, rolling your eyes as you stood up.

He hugged your waist from behind; you could feel his breath against your neck. "You know..." he whispered, "you've been very cruel to me today. I only wanted to hang out with you, but you kept ignoring me."

"..."

"It made me very sad."

You didn't know if he was just lying or if he was being genuine, but he sounded hurt. His voice made it clear. He somehow made you feel bad too, even though you objectively did nothing wrong. "Sorry. I didn't mean to," you blurted out.

"It's okay. I'm glad you're choosing to spend time with me."

"Hey, Mahito"

"Yes?"

"You do realize we're wasting water right now, right?"

"Right!"

Mahito let go of you, gesturing you to sit on the chair. He gently rubbed your back with some soap, occasionally playing with your hair.

"Mahito, thank you for everything."

He burst into a fit of giggles. "What's with this sudden change in attitude?" he said, wiping a fake tear off his eye. This annoyed you, so you splashed some water at him. After realizing how silly he was, you decided to go along with him and laughed as well.

"You know, I think we should shower together more!"

"Agreed!"

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

The Date

Older Eddie Munson x Reader

Part one

Mini part two.

Your feelings for Eddie are deepening but he drops the news that he has a date.

Angsty, 18+ Minors shoo!!, jealous reader, longing.

Looks like this might be my new series ❤️

You cuddle into Eddie, softly stroking over his chest and he presses a brief kiss to your hair. Both of you spent after a morning of amazing sex.

Since realising how badly you had fallen in love with him, you were wrestling with the feelings and trying to fight them even though they were threatening to spill over.

"Can I see you later?" you ask hopefully, it's probably a long shot as he never stays but there's no harm in asking right?

"I have a date sweetheart" he replies and you feel something in your heart crack as you take in what he said.

"A date?" you murmur and he nods as he gets up and your mind begins to spiral. The date will most likely be perfect, a perfect woman for Eddie and how could they not fall for him? He was incredible.

So sexy, sarcastic but sweet and had the ability to make you feel safe and contented when you were with him.

"Who's the lucky girl?" you ask and know you can't say anything about this. You were with your ex and Eddie never said a word, didn't give a fuck. So how could you say anything about this?

"Oh, I met her at work sweetheart. Fixed up her car" he explains and you nod feeling sick to your stomach.

"Cool. That's great Eddie" he looks at you for a few seconds, his eyesbrows furrowing in worry.

"You okay?" you smile and hide the pain you're feeling, find your clothes and pull them on hastily. Somewhere deep down you were hoping you meant something to Eddie, that obviously wasn't true.

It's a crushing feeling and you struggle to paint a smile on your face when he gently tugs you back to him.

"Stay. You don't need to rush off" he frowns and you shake your head. It's not like you could stay and wait for him to come back from his date? What if he brought her home.

That leaves an even worse feeling in your stomach and you tug away from him. "Would look weird if I'm still here and you bring your date home Eddie" you murmur.

He looks at you with an unreadable expression, you avoid his pretty brown eyes and get set to leave.

"Sweetheart" he begins but you cut off whatever he's about to say with a smile that feels all fake.

"I should go, I'll see you soon Eddie" you leave before he can say anything else. Trudge home with your heart full of longing and an ache that won't go away.

❤️

You heard Eddie leave for his date a while ago and do your best to take your mind of it. Feel silly as you get teary at just the thought.

Honestly this was ridiculous. You had to be stronger, protect your heart, you should have listened to Eddie in the first place when you said exactly what this was.

No strings attached. He always said that so you don't know why you thought it would be any different.

At some point you must fall asleep, wake to the sound of Eddie's motorbike and a soft knock at your door.

Sleepily you get up and answer it, Eddie takes one look at your comfy pj's and smirks at the design.

"Well that's just fucking cute" he says and you open your mouth then close it again. Shouldn't he be with his date? You ask him this and he shrugs.

"She was a sweetheart but boring as fuck, nearly fell asleep waiting for dessert. Don't think I'll be looking for a second date"

The ache in your chest disappears a smidge and you open the door wider so he steps inside.

Looks like your night was looking up after all.

[peterm4rker]

¿dónde está la biblioteca? || z.cl

sixteen. where the fuck did alberto come from? (half written half smau)

you were more nervous than normal for your tutoring lesson with chenle today.

after so many classes you were more than comfortable with him, not even thinking twice on what to wear or how to do your hair, but today felt different. it might have been because you had planned on going to dinner after, or maybe it was the fact that you seemed to be nervous about everything that had to do with chenle lately.

you were pulled out of your thoughts by jaehee’s hand waving in front of your face, moving your attention onto his furrowed eyebrows and back into the tutoring lesson that you had going on. however, the universe didn't seem to want your focus on anything but chenle because your phone buzzed on the table, making you unconsciously smile at the sight of his name on the screen.

you said bye to jaehee as you stood up to walk with chenle, smiling brightly at him and waving your hand as you walked away. chenle waved shortly at the younger male, not seemingly very happy to see him and making you chuckle softly at his annoyed expression. “what's got you so annoyed?” you questioned with a smirk, bumping your shoulder to his as you walked towards the library.

chenle bumped you back with a newly found smile on his face, shaking his head lightly. “nothing much, practice was kinda rough today” he said. it wasn't a complete lie, just not the entire truth. he couldn't tell you he got jealous of everything that breathed the same air as you, could he?

“oh, i'm sorry. did anything in particular happen?” your brows furrowed in slight concern, making his chest tighten with appreciation for your worry.

“nothing much, it's just that we have this big game in a couple of weeks and i don't think i’ll be able to play” he sighed, trying to shrug it off but failing to hide the disappointment on his face. “i'm so sorry, lele, that sucks” you muttered, looking at him sympathetically. you really didn't know what you could do to make him feel better, but you were determined to give it your best shot “your next test is soon and i think if you get above a ninety your grades will be passing again by quite a bit, so let's work a lot in these few classes, yeah?” your voice was strangely reassuring to chenle. there was a certain softness to it that he didn't hear from you very often, always overshadowed by the teasing tone in your words. 

“yeah, i guess you're right” he smiled at you, making your stomach do a weird flip that was definitely not welcome.conversation topics changed as you got into the library, starting to discuss the topics and material that you would have to focus on these next few weeks in order to get him a good grade. as you spoke in your native tongue while writing out a sentence for him, chenle couldn’t help but get distracted by how pretty you sounded; only being snapped into reality by a pen hitting his forehead. “pay attention or this wont go into your big ass head” and the softness was gone.

★🎧⋆｡ °⋆

hours had passed and your session was over. you had spent the last few minutes being hyper aware of the time, knowing that the moment the clock hit seven it wasn’t a tutoring session anymore, but a friendly hang out. 

why did it make you so nervous? you had hung out with guys millions of times, your best friend was a guy, for crying out loud.

the thought of nervousness was interrupted by one of ever looking at sunwoo in another light, making your body shudder with cringe.

“you okay?” chenle asked as he noticed the gesture, almost reaching the green beetle parked outside the building.

“yep, everythings perfect” you smiled reassuringly as you got to your car, opening your arms in front of her and muttering a little “ta-da” as you did jazz hands. “chenle, this is ludovica, ludovica, this is chenle”

the boy couldn't help but smile at the silliness of your gesture, admiring you for a couple seconds before looking back at the car, placing his hand on the hood and lightly tapping it. “very nice to meet you, ludovica.”

his words earned a laugh from you, making him smile proudly to himself before getting into your car and starting the drive towards the korean barbeque place not very far away. soft tunes played in the background as you chatted away, talking about anything and everything before you got to the restaurant. you smiled at the lady at the door as you walked in, asking for a table for two and settling on the given one, all of this making you miss the way chenle stared at you as if you had hung the stars in the sky. 

everything went well for a while, until a familiar figure walked into the restaurant. seunghan. but he wasn't alone, a pretty girl was by his side, smiling up at him like you had wished to do many times. 

your smile faltered and chenle took notice of it immediately. even when he absolutely hated that you looked so disappointed at the sight, he tried his best to hide his own.

seunghan waved animatedly from the door before walking towards your table, smiling brightly at both of you. “hey cap, yn!” he spoke “it's nice to see you guys, this is maru” he introduced the girl at his side, who smiled and waved shyly at both of you. chenle introduced himself before looking back at you. there was a smile on your face again, although it looked a little more forced than it had before as you told her your name. the interaction was short lived as they were guided to a table, ending with short goodbyes and a wink being sent to chenle from his teammate.

his eyes once again focused on you, noticing the subtle frown on your face. he knew you it was probably caused by the disappointment of seeing seunghan with another girl. what he didnt know, was that it was actually caused by the lack thereof.

“so, wanna tell me why you named your car  ludovica?” he asked you, trying to defuse the tension that had formed before and earning a thankful smile from you, your frown disappearing as the mere thought of seunghan did too.

“so, when i was little i used to watch this show called violetta. it was a very famous argentinian disney show that quite literally made me into the person i am today” you exaggerated, earning an amused hum from the boy in front of you “anyways, point is that one of the main characters best friends, francesca, was my favourite character because she was italian and very much relatable since she liked a guy that didnt like her back and there were these like mini episodes of a blog she would post and i was obsessed with her.” you noticed you were rambling, clearing your throat slightly before continuing to the point “so when i got her i wanted to name her something like that but i didn't like the name francesca so i named her ludovica because that's the actress’s name”

chenle listened intently to every word you said, finding your rambling to be the cutest thing he had ever seen. he was well aware that he paid an embarrassingly enormous amount of attention to the way you spoke. how you talked faster when you got excited about something, seeming to never run out of breath. the way your accent would sometimes shine through or the very occasional mistakes in your sentences.

“that's actually very adorable” he smiled, not missing the way your cheeks tinted a soft pink at his words “now, where the fuck did alberto come from?”

his question earned him a small laugh, pride soaring through his body at the sound. “have you ever watched ‘luca’?”

★🎧⋆｡ °⋆

the meal was delicious and the night had flown by as quickly as it had arrived, leading you to find yourself in your car once again, driving chenle home this time.

music blared through the speakers of the old beetle; the windows rolled down to allow the wind to blow through your hair making it messy and knotted. you were screaming the lyrics to a song that repeated the phrase “she don’t give a fuck” over and over, making him question wha the rest of the lyrics must mean.

chenle thought you had never looked prettier.

the song ended and you finally were able to take a breath, smiling radiantly at the feeling of absolute joy that you were immersed in at that moment. you looked at chenle for a few seconds at a red light before another song started playing, getting you equally as excited as the last one.

the car ride passed through songs, screams and smiles, ending too fast for his liking as he hopped out of the car. “night, pretty, thank you for tonight” he muttered, leaning on the car window.

“night night, lele, anytime.” you smiled back before he moved back, allowing you to wave one last time before driving away so he couldn’t see the blush that crept to your cheeks at the nick name; leaving him with a smile on his face and a racing heart.

he was enamored with you, and he knew nothing good could ever come out of it.

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★ word count ;; 2k

★ authors note ;; sooooo.... how are you feeling (sorry to the ppl being tagged that already saw it im struggling)

★ tag list ;; @yutarot @chenlesfavorite @fullsunbabe @taroddori @morkiee @jociemamacie @winwintea @flaminghotyourmom @haechskiss @xuimhao @dudekiss3r

[couragemydearheart]

𖦹⋆ ༘ ☼ 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬.

# 01 — steve rogers x fem!reader # 02 — cw: none, only cute tooth-rotting fluff! set after ca:tws, established relationship # 03 — wc: 1.09k # 04 — a/n:  *sing-songy voice* i’m backkk *normal voice* so i know i’ve been pretty much mia for the past few months but i think i’m back for good now. which also means, i'm going to be writing and posting whenever i can, so requests are open again, feel free to send them in! 

as for this one-shot (which was originally supposed to be a drabble), i chose stevie to break me back into posting because i love him and he’s steve and i just love fluffy and adorable steve so much. this idea just flowed in as i wrote and i sort of love how it turned out, so i really hope you enjoy! feedback of any sort is always appreciated ♡

steve didn’t usually sleep in. never really had the habit of doing so, and his job with s.h.i.e.l.d. never really allowed him the opportunity either. but it had somehow started happening since he started spending the nights with you. maybe it was the fact that he had finally gotten a free day on the weekend or that he was simply too tired from his last mission. nevertheless, mornings with steve were pretty much one of your favourite ways to begin your days.

so it was pretty weird when you woke up and found steve in bed at 9 a.m., curled up into you and still asleep. the sun streamed in from the window behind him, covering him in sunshine and god, was he beautiful. your breath hitched at the sight of his peaceful expression— no furrows between his eyebrows and no frown twisting his lips— and made the decision to let him sleep in for as long as he wanted and whenever he wanted. you were rather well acquainted with steve’s bad habit for not stopping until he’d run himself completely ragged. sometimes not even then. he could use all the sleep he got.

but you just couldn’t resist pressing your hand to his cheek, thumb gently— just barely caressing the dark bags under his eye. steve hummed lowly but did not seem to stir from his sleep and, pulling your hand away before he could wake, you moved to gently untangle yourself from him. 

breakfasts with steve were also an uncommon occurrence with the unpredictability of his job, but the both of you cherished and made the most of every time you got to do things together. even the mundane ones like this.

but just as you began to move, a strong hand tightened around your waist, pulling you back into a firm chest. “where do you think you’re going, sweetheart?”

goddamit.

your heart lurched at the sound of his voice— deep and rich, rough and tired from his sleep. you couldn’t stop a smile pulling at your lips as you turned back around to face him. “good morning stevie,” you hummed quietly, hand raising to press against his cheek.

steve tightened his arm around your waist until you were pressed up entirely into him, and then pressed his face into the crook of your neck. “good morning my love,” he mumbled, “care to tell me why you were abandoning me in bed like this?”

you huffed a laugh. it wasn’t a long shot to say steve got a bit dramatic sometimes, usually when it was just the two of you and especially when he was fishing for some love. “hush, you big baby. i just wanted to go get breakfast started.”

“breakfast can wait, i wanna stay in bed with you for a bit longer.” he moved his face and brushed his nose against yours, before pecking your lips softly. “please y/n/n?”

the world could’ve been coming to an end, and with the way steve was looking at you— golden hair mussed from sleep, the prettiest blue eyes still sleepy but soft as they gazed upon you, and his lips pulled into a tiny pout— there was no way in hell you would’ve refused him.

“alright darling, we can stay in for as long as you want.”

his hand squeezed your hips in thanks before he pressed his face into her hair. he inhaled, his strong chest rising and falling under her hands, and then he spoke, “i hate that we don't get more of such mornings. i can’t get enough of you like this. when there’s no hurry for me to rush somewhere, when it’s just the two of us.”

you sighed quietly. you knew how much steve hated not being able to spend enough time with you because of his job. he always beat himself up over missed dates, movie nights and the time lost, despite you knowing steve couldn’t help it and never giving him any grief over it. besides, you knew steve would never be able to rest without having done his best to help in any situation. that was one of the traits that simply made him so special. something that made him him. plus, he never missed any chance to make up for it, and damn did he do a good job at it.

“i know, my love.” you moved so you could look him in the eyes, rubbing his hands over his shoulders and biceps. “someday, we will get all the time we want for ourselves. but until then, i don’t mind sharing you with the world a bit longer.”

he smiled softly. “i love you, y'know that?”

you hummed your reply and pressed closer before putting your lips to his in a soft kiss. steve made a soft sound in his chest that had your heart lurching in your chest. his hand skimmed up and down your back, fingers spreading wide over the fabric of the t-shirt you’d stolen from him, before they finally settled on your waist again. his fingers scrunched your t-shirt, pulling you impossibly closer as the kiss grew heated; another sound leaving him, this one louder, as your fingers found his hair, nails scratching gently at his scalp. the sound jolted you out of the trance steve’s touch never failed to put you in. you gasped as you pulled your lips from his and ignoring steve’s unhappy whine, you settled back into the mattress after putting some distance between your faces.

“is this why you’ve been trying to keep me in your bed, captain?” you murmured, swiping your thumb on steve’s lower lip as you looked up at him coyly. if staying in bed is what he wanted, you could at least tease him a bit first.

he groaned quietly, squeezing his eyes shut tightly after eyeing the smirk pulling at your lips. what was he doing playing a game he knew he’d never win?

“i was only hopin’ for some snuggles from my best girl,” he murmured, tucking some hair out of your eyes. “but you know i’d be the last person to say no to more, sweetheart.”

“mhm, i see that with your eagerness.” you laughed finally, leaning up to press kisses across his cheeks. hearing a big, burly man like steve ask for snuggles was just enough to crack your resolve. "you can have your snuggles, stevie."

steve chuckled as he pulled you closer and on top of him, and the sound filled your heart with so much love you could feel it vibrating throughout your entire body.

yeah, mornings with steve were definitely your favourite way to start your days.

taglist @demigoddess-of-ghosts (you filled out my taglist form for steve like months ago, so i have no idea if you still wanna be tagged, but i hope this is fine bae <3)

feel free to comment if anyone else would like to be added!

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[fettiowi]

Small sonadow one shot fanfiction time eee

Simple summary is that Shadow passed out and Super Sonic saves him

Enjoy! Under the cut

Edit: Its on AO3 too!

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Everything was cold. 

Intangible and dark.

Incomprehensible.

He felt like he could barely move.

Floating.

He could barely grasp onto consciousness. 

Where was he?

Shadow strained to remember. 

He… was fighting something. 

Did he lose?

By how drained his body was, probably. 

Normally that would've bothered him. But he barely felt anything at the moment.

He barely felt alive. 

Was this it?

Was he gonna be gone for good?

He couldn't find the will to fight it. 

He just felt cold and paralyzed.

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Suddenly, he felt something warm approaching 

It arrived, and held him on his back and legs.

He felt that something warm pressing on his chest. It left too quickly.

He couldn't help but yearn for its return.

He didn't have to wait long. It held him closer, closer to the warmth, and he felt a pressure against his forehead.

From that contact, warmth started spreading through his entire body. He felt his strength returning and his entire being getting filled with energy.

Shadow tried to open his eyes. Whatever was in front of him, it was way too bright.

He turned his head away, attempting to blink and open his eyes. When he did, he mostly saw darkness, with splotches of light scattered here and there.

Was he in space? He still couldn't recall much. 

“Hey. You ok?” 

His ears turned to the source of the noise involuntarily, alerting the owner of the voice that they had been heard. Shadow slowly turned his head, trying to get used to the brightness and identify who talked to him.

A bit of blinking later, his eyes locked onto the fire red eyes looking back at him expectantly, expression unreadable. He looked over the golden hedgehog holding him.

Oh.

“... did you hear me?” Super Sonic looked in slight concern, leaning in slightly. 

“Ah… yes, I'm-” Shadow starts looking around “Where… how…” 

“We were out here trying to fight these weird creatures, probably sent by eggman, and one of them attached itself to you. I wonder if it was sucking your blood, you passed out and looked completely drained when I found you.” 

He slowly processed the information. 

He couldn't recall much, truthfully 

He looked back at Sonic. He was pretty sure he wasn't in his super form last time Shadow saw him. Hell, he doesn't even recall him having all the emeralds yet. Did he go out of his way to transform just to save him?

With Super sonic holding him this close, strongly and comforting, eyes full of power looking at him seriously but with a hint of concern. Looking at him felt dizzying.

Normally he wouldn't allow himself to think these things, but right now he still felt too tired and out of reality to truly care. The truth was, he wouldn't mind staying in this position and just looking at his eyes for as long as possible…

“... You didn't answer my question, you know. Are you ok? You seem… out of it.”  Super Sonic asked again, his concern becoming more apparent. It broke Shadow out of his trance. 

He tried to focus on how he was physically feeling to answer truthfully “I feel… a bit dizzy. My heart is pounding…” 

“Is that so… Well, I wouldn't be concerned. It's probably the healing taking effect.”

Now that he mentions it, Shadow could feel chaos energy thrumming through his body. That's probably what Sonic had done earlier, healed him. 

“You should probably rest, let me handle the rest of it” Sonic tried to sound firm, looking into the distance.

Even as he felt himself being healed, Shadow still felt weakened. He had no energy to protest.

“...Alright.” 

Sonic looked back at him, surprised. Then, all seriousness vanished from his expression as he chuckled and gave him his trademark grin.

“Hah! You're just gonna let me take your fight?! Wow, you really are out of it!”

He should have been mad. 

But that goddamn smile. Stupid ass smile. Why did it feel like an arrow shot straight through the heart.

There have been times where he wondered how Sonic and Super Sonic could be the same person. When Sonic turned super, he gained this piercing, serious stare and a determined stance that seemed unheard of for someone as usually laid back as him, in Shadow's eyes at least.

But here, when he gives him this look, that smile… It's Sonic. It's so Sonic. It’s never been so clear as seeing that irritating face he’s so used to seeing by now. 

Shadow hates how this thought makes him feel these feelings burn stronger.

He frowns. Despite all this he still feels irritated as he realizes Sonic is right.

Sonic chuckles again at his expression. “I better take you to rest then before you change your mind!” He proceeds to hold Shadow tighter as he reels back slightly and then takes off flying.

As the stars around them become blurs, Shadow feels his eyes getting heavier once again. He allows himself to close them, unconciously knowing he can trust the one who is holding him.

All he feels is the chaos energy flowing strongly around them, both inside of him and around Sonic as he is being held close. It feels warm and peaceful. Something he hadn't felt in a long time.

As he is nearly drifting off, he feels himself being set on a comfortable surface carefully, the energy he’s feeling leaving. It lingers a bit, almost like it doesnt wanna let go, until ultimately leaving as Shadow finally drifts away feeling at peace.

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After an unknown amount of time, Shadow wakes.

He groggily opens his eyes, blinking a couple times as he tries to wake up properly and clear his head.

He sits up on the bed, whatever bed this is, as he puts a hand on his head and tries to remember what happened. Slowly, he processed the events that led to him being here.

And as he processed, there was only one thought on his mind:

“...What the hell was all that.” 

Of course, he should focus on whatever creature managed to take him out so easily, and why. He is the ultimate lifeform, but lost to a little blood loss? Shameful. 

Despite this, however, his mind wouldn't stop annoyingly drifting to his barely conscious interaction with Sonic. 

It felt almost like a dream, but the little leftover energy let him know it was real. Hazy memories but so clear at the same time.

He remembered Sonic’s eyes staring at him in concern, only visible up close.

He remembered being held tightly, but not uncomfortably, almost in a protective manner.

He remembered that concern being replaced by a smile that was so him it hurt.

He remembered how he felt. The coldness and emptyness being filled by warmth, which burned stronger the more they interacted. In a bubble all their own as Shadow's mental inhibitors were turned off by his tiredness and the emotions that filled his body.

…sickening.

Shadow almost slapped himself. How could he allow himself to be in such a state? What caused him to become so dizzied and far from reality that he didn't even mind any of what transpired? That just allowed himself to feel his energy being healed-

Oh. That 's probably it. Yes, that's definitely it. Sonic was still inexperienced at channeling healing chaos energy. 

He must've caused some sort of imbalance in Shadow's system. Caused his heart to beat faster than it should, caused him dizziness, caused him to feel like he was burning.

Shadow wouldn't look any deeper into that. 

He thought about chastising Sonic for his terrible job at using his energy. But he knew that if he let Sonic know about how much he affected him, Shadow would never hear the end of it. Best to keep that to himself, for now.

But still, even as he left the room and thought back to his interaction and the feelings that came with it, part of him couldn't help but look forward to feeling the coldness inside him dethaw once they inevitably met again.

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✦Characters: Blade, Dan heng, & Gepard

✦Alphabet: C, D, M, O

800 Follower Milestone Event; Under The Stars

𝐵𝓁𝒶𝒹𝑒

✦Comfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

He’s the silent type, just keeping you close to him very close. Lay your head on his chest even if he has several cuts and stab wounds that he is ‘supposed to be careful about’ since they could get worse. His blood, His life is nothing when it comes to your tears. Just say it, and someone will disappear as if they never existed.

✦Dreams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Together forever. Every good thing always comes to an end it when death catches up to them. Death, he may desire it, yet he rather not have you intertwined with it. Your last person he holds the corpse of. Maybe there’s a chance for everything to be normal even after all this. To have a family. Small chance…

✦Marriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

On the run. Getting chased by people who want to murder you both senseless. Right at the cliff's edge, just death lying beneath and ahead. And a ring with the darkest ruby you’ve ever seen. “Till death do us part? better hurry it up.” Those words left his mouth, which left your mouth wide open. Now, of all places!? “Till death do us part…” and jump right off the cliff, but death wasn't below you. 

It's not really a wedding unless you want to get your special day shot up because of him. Skip the wedding and just go straight to the honeymoon. 

But Kafka thinks you should have a wedding! You would look adorable in a wedding dress. If you're afraid of people ruining things? Well, she’ll take things. So don’t worry about that pretty little head of yours.

✦On Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

He's annoyed. Just looking at you gives his head a weird feeling. It’s burning hot and going so fast for you and others. It’s so obvious to everyone that he likes you that he’s even looking at you; that was a sign. He’s rough about telling you. His eyes make it look like he wants to kill you.

𝒟𝒶𝓃 𝐻𝑒𝓃𝑔

✦Comfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

He’s one that likes to talk it out with. But by no means that he isn’t freaking himself. His mind scrambled, trying to figure out any method that help make you feel better. He ends up holding you close and whispering words of comfort in your ear.

✦Dreams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

He wants to get married. One day, or any day, he won’t be part of the express anymore, and since he has a long life span, he rather spend the rest settling down with you somewhere in a cottage and having family just treasure the good memories and leave behind the bad ones.

✦Marriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

100% he’ll want to marry you! He wants to make it special to you, somewhere that is unforgettable. He’s planning for months, unsure how you’ll react when he does pop the question, which freaks him out. 

Flowers are everywhere, under a pretty arch, while he goes down one of his knees before pulling out a ring box. Your breath completely stops just watching him pull the ring box and open it to find a gold ring with a pretty emerald “You’re the light of my life; I couldn't imagine myself without you. Please shine in my life forever. Will you marry me?” instead of taking the ring, jump to hug him will yelling “yes!”

✦On Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

Once his eyes are on you, he can’t take it off you. He sees you waiting for him, ready to have fun all day.  As he walks up to you, he takes in everything of you.  March sees how he feels for you. The way he stops to look at you and breath stops, and he doesn’t hear what March says! What is he looking at that he’s ignoring her?! And then she turns to see you ahead, waiting for them. After that, she becomes his wingwoman. 

𝒢𝑒𝓅𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝐿𝒶𝓃𝒹𝒶𝓊

✦Comfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

He notices even subtle changes. Even when you don’t even know it, he’s good at it; because of past experiences, he can tell when others feel a certain way, even with little things others would dismiss (the only thing his father could give aside from love). He doing everything to make you feel better. Talking it out with him, or just staying silent as he holds you close to his heart so you can listen to his heartbeat.

✦Dreams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

He wants to start a family! (serval wants to be the cool aunt) but getting married first before the family stuff happens. He would be grateful–more than at–to have you in his life forever, and you feel the same as him.

✦Marriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

He’s nervous about your answer, just like Dan Heng, serval just hyping him in the planning stage. Finding a beautiful place that would be perfect is pretty difficult when the whole planet is covered in ice. A ring that screams his love for you, not just in price but the way he would imagine you wearing the ring.

✦On Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

He’s seen you at his sister's workshop, looking around at her different machines in amazement. While she’s in the back, unable to answer your many questions, maybe he could tell you instead since his sister tells a lot about the machine; it wouldn’t hurt to tell you when Serval comes to see you and him talking and laughing with each other. She can’t help but tease Gepard about it later.