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rockingbytheseaside · 8 months ago

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Hey I really love your writings and drawings, could I request a capitano one shot, where he meets the embodiment of death on a battlefield and after some time they fall in love, please. I hope you have a great day/night.

(anon, you are literally speaking my language rn, because I had that same idea. Hope I did it justice ❣ slight enemies to lovers, fluff, reader hinted to have abyss powers)

✦ A dance between the unyielding & the unconquerable

✧ The current Pyro Archon, Mavuika, harbored a profound distaste for dealing with You and Il Capitano.

Not because of the obvious concerns such as the 1st Harbinger jeopardizing the safety of the gnosis, or you being an entity of abyssal nature. But because currently, the two of you stood in the grand arena exchanging too many… pleasantries.

“To see you grace this battle arena with your might is truly an honor no man can ever hope to achieve. I'm looking forward to witnessing your grandeur once more.”

The Captain held your hand in his armored one, his helmeted head leaned for a reverence kiss, knowing well these same hands could end him if you so desired. You mirrored his polite gentleness and smiled with a soft bow - “Nonsense, the honor is all mine to see you in action.”

Mavuika was already removing her red optics and sighing dejectedly. They will never get this over with. She saw a fair share of competitive banter between opponents in her time: tense bickering, respectful encouragement, or excited chatter. But witnessing the stoic, stern Harbinger exchanging smitten words with his immortal enemy? You two looked more like a couple ready to slow dance.

Perhaps your and Capitano's everlasting rivalry always resembled a dance.

✧ Centuries ago, when the enigmatic faceless Fatuus first acquired the title of “The Captain”, he was employed by The Jester for one simple task – Find you and eliminate you. You resembled a simple mortal, yet one gaze at your eyes, and the vision of abyssal hell could be reflected. The personification of oblivion, strolling the surface of Teyvat innocently, leaving no trace behind yet appearing soundlessly.

Your first exchange with him proved uneventful, as well. “A Fatui… Harbinger? What's that?” - was all you said back then. Nonetheless, Capitano knew he shouldn't underestimate your anomalous powers, he is a powerful man himself, and his blade knows no deception.

He almost died that day.

Years passed, and the scars or toils of your battles with him remained. With constant expedition to the abyss, The Harbinger ventured between realms seeking you out for revenge. Each time you crossed paths, the outcome remained the same - a polite exchange, followed by earth-shattering battles where both of your weapons clash and bodies are exerted. However, was the Harbinger seeking you out of his obligation for the Fatui, or because you were the only one who witnessed his full might? Perhaps, because you were the one to draw scars along his skin, a fair result of the duels he ignited. Or because only you knew of the thrill the two of you provided when battling?

When bodies are taught with swift agility, blood surges hot with each evade. He feels your movement, swift and soundless, yet each murderous blow carries elegance as you fight him. This wasn't a gentle dance where he'll hold your delicate hand, and guide you on the ballroom floor by the waist. No, even if he secretly wished to. Alas, this was a dance where you would crush him to his knees, feel his sword pinning back against your weapon, holding his knuckles to block his direct attack.

And he loved every second of it. The way you moved effortlessly, mirrored his excitement and triumphantly knocked him to the floor, or used your abilities to loom over him. The Captain makes sure that all his attacks are up close and personal against yours.

✧ At times, when fate mockingly sends him back following your shadow, he’d encounter you in less hostile places. You sat at some ledge of a cliff, not far away from the People of the Springs tribe, your head raised to look at the fake stars of Teyvat. The Harbinger knew there were civilians nearby, initiating the usual duels would be unwise. Instead, he would sit next to you and raise his helmeted face at the taunting stars that brought you together. It was a rare moment of solitude, to see your figure next to him, so human-like and simple. Even he feels so human in your presence.

And on such quiet, gentle nights – you two would just talk. Legs inching closer to sit close by. A hand gently placed on top of another. Silhouettes of two faces leaning tenderly into one, unseen by the dark sky as they exchange silent kisses.

It was a foolish fate, for the immovable to fall in love with the indestructible. Thus, this was your life with the 1st Fatui Harbinger.

✧ Going back to the present with Mavuika; the Pyro Archon received reports that not only did the Fatui send their strongest Harbinger, but the Abyss also sent their most formidable entity. For Natlan, this would be grave news, but as she delves deeper into understanding the two of you, the pieces of the puzzle start to fit together. How come the Captain is always conveniently there when you are sighted? How come when you two are supposedly meant to clash, no actual devastations happen?

Instead, Il Capitano stays close to you. His armored hand is often clasped around yours to kiss the skin that can shower the world with annihilation. He'd drape his coat over your figure protectively, shielding you from stranger's fearful stares. You never liked unwanted attention, only he had the right to bask you in his. And most importantly, he'd kneel beside you so you may cup his helmeted face and bestow upon him tender kisses on his pitch-black visage.

Perhaps Mavuika has nothing to worry about. If the immovable cancels out the indestructible, then you two are not here to wreck chaos onto Natlan. Maybe you two are using it as a honeymoon destination.

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https-milo · 8 months ago

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PLEASEEEEE!!! BAKUGO DATING INSTAGRAM!!! PLEASSEEEEEEE🙏🏻🙏🏻

I HEAR YOUUUUUUUUU!!! tysm for the request :DD

DATING KATSUKI BAKUGO INSTAGRAM!

details!

instagram posts w/ comments while dating Katsuki Bakugo!

a/n OBVIOUSLY these are just pictures off of pinterest, reader can be however you imagine!

ooc bakugo (i choose joy and whimsy)

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fairy.y/n · 15w ⭐ close friends

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fairy.y/n me balling my eyes out cause my boyfriend cheated on me again :( (he said he'd stop after the last time I caught him.)

pinkie alright! murder party at Y/n-chan's bfs!! fairy.y/n pinkie its okay :( no need to murder him

izudeku im so sorry, Y/n. i hope you're okay and please let me know if you need anything fairy.y/n izudeku thank you, izuku :)

dynamight yeah you aint gonna hold me back from beating his ass this time. fairy.y/n dynamight katsss no. its okay, seriously dynamight fairy.y/n no idiot its not okay cuz he's cheated on your stupid ass 4 fucking times and you keep going back to him. every time you tell me not to beat the shit outta him but that bitch deserves it. fairy.y/n dynamight I know, I know but its so hard to leave him :( I don't get why he doesn't love me dynamight fairy.y/n you're such a dumbass. you need so much better than that sorry excuse of a boy. fairy.y/n dynamight idk if there is anyone better :(

fairy.y/n · 13w ⭐ close friends

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fairy.y/n bf broke up with me, but luckily kats was able to distract me from feeling too bad <3 who needs cheaters anyways?!?!

dynamight making me look soft and for what... I'll kill you bastard fairy.y/n dynamight hmm somehow I doubt that. dynamight fairy.y/n lets go rn. fairy.y/n dynamight its past your bedtime :// fairy.y/n fairy.y/n WAIT IS THAT YOU STOMPING DOWN THE HALL????? fairy.y/n fairy.y/n KATS I WAS KIDDING. PLEASE!!!

pinkie bakugo having a heart was not on my bingo list urvaity.ou pinkie i think y/n-chan is an exception to his "GRRRR I HATE EVERYONE DIE BASTARDS!" you know? pinkie uravity.ou ugh ikkk you should see them in the gc 🤢🤢🤢 fairy.y/n pinkie we're literally normal in the gc :[ pinkie fairy.y/n hmmmmm I don't think so!! i sense a lot of flirting dynamight pinkie I'll fucking kill you fairy.y/n dynamight you're literally making me popcorn rn... you're not killing anyone dynamight fairy.y/n I hope you choke on a kernel.

dynamight · 12w

1.6k likes Liked by fairy.y/n, redriot, pinkie, serophane, izudeku

dynamight dumbass made me post this or wtv.

Tagged: fairy.y/n

fairy.y/n guys i literally WIPED the floor with him! redriot fairy.y/n didn't he punch you through a wall... fairy.y/n redriot next question, please!! :DD dynamight redriot her quirk stopped her from going through it. redriot dynamight uh yeah but the wall still cracked fairy.y/n redriot NEXT. QUESTION.

pinkie "im going to murder you!!" x "nuh uh." fairy.y/n pinkie I think these are direct quotes, actually

yourexboyfriend bro why the hell are you hanging out with her 😭😭 did the little loser need a guard dog after I broke her heart? 🥺 dynamight yourexboyfriend meet me outside rn. you're abouta need a guard dog after running your mouth like that 🫵🤣 fairy.y/n dynamight kats srsly don't worry ab it. I don't want you getting in trouble defending me dynamight fairy.y/n I wanna tho. yourexboyfriend omw to your dorm building rn, don't bother running.

fairy.y/n · 12w ⭐ close friends

20 likes Liked by dynamight, redriot, pinkie, denkami, jiroka

fairy.y/n his dumbass got bruised knuckles for beating up trash :(

pinkie whooo? 👀 uravity.ou pinkie i think you know...

dynamight the other guy looks way worse. fucking pos couldn't even land a hit on me. fairy.y/n dynamight well he's in the management course... I don't think they go over fighting tactics over there dynamight fairy.y/n whatever. it doesn't matter. either way, I wasn't gonna let him fw my girl like that. fairy.y/n dynamight YOUR GIRL??? pinkie dynamight YOUR GIRL????????? uravity.ou dynamight YOUR GIRL???? izudeku dynamight YOUR GIRL? jiroka dynamight YOUR GIRL??? dynamight OH MY FUCKING GOD YOU DAMN EXTRAS. I GET IT. STFU. fairy.y/n dynamight come to my dorm 😁😁 dynamight fairy.y/n ...omw.

redriot so manly...

dynamight · 10w

1.9k likes Liked by fairy.y/n, pinkie, redriot, serophane, shotodo

dynamight took her dumbass out on a date and she repays me by kicking my back.

fairy.y/n I DO NOT WANNA HEAR ITTTTT!! YOU LITERALLY TURNED AROUND AND PUSHED ME AFTERWARD 🖕🖕🖕 dynamight y/n.fairy yapyapyap fairy.y/n dynamight YOU INITIATED A FIGHT WITH ME AND A PRO HAD TO SEPARATE US. dynamight fairy.y/n I wasn't gonna actually hurt you fairy.y/n dynamight I know baby!! your love language is play fighting >:D there's defo a difference when you "fight" me and when you fight someone else dynamight fairy.y/n stfu. come cook some food with me. fairy.y/n dynamight comingggg (*cough* quality time *cough*)

pinkie they match each other's violent freak <3 fairy.y/n pinkie sometimes I'm overcome with so much joy I cant help but to punch him =^-^= dynnamight pinkie fuck off raccoon eyes.

serophane ayyyyy gg bakugo denkami serophane bakugo with the angry rizz 🙏🙏 dynamight denkami ill kill you both.

uravity.ou you better treat the loml right 😤😤 fairy.y/n uravity.ou dw ocha no man shall ever walk over me again 😤😤 (but I'm not at all worried with Kats) uravity.ou fairy.y/n AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

Thank you so much for reading <3

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sugawhaaa · 5 months ago

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☆------------Scandalous

P1harmony reaction:: wearing something revealing around them

Warnings//genre:: suggestive, fluff, comfort, possessive ass keeho and Theo, kind of some perverted content 🤭

Pairing:: ot6!p1h x fem!bodied!reader

A/N:: WOOWEE I had this in my drafts since...God damn April but ✨️here we are gang ✨️ also I'm actually tweaking over how cute this is agahenwnwiwo I need Theo and the maknaes rn. Give me ur love

Keeho ⭐️

Keeho was working in his room on his computer before leaning back, sighing before massaging his brows. He then heard the door creak open and he turns to you with a smile. "Hey, baby- oh wow," he chuckles before looking down at the floor, before quickly stealing another glance at you. "What's with the get-up?" He smirks and leans back in his chair, his index finger lingering around his lips.

"I just thought it'd be a fun outfit to wear on some nights out and I wanted to show you," you turn slightly, looking at yourself in the tight latex body suit. "I could pair it with a lot of different outfits and it'd do good for a lot of Halloween costumes," you give him a thumbs up but he's a little distracted, looking at how the latex hugs your ass and thighs and outlines your breasts nicely. The zipper is undone a little too to expose your cleavage.

"A night out hm?" He tilts his head up.

"Yeah why?" You look a little disappointed and keeho smiles.

"Oh baby, I just don't want other guys staring at you. You know I can't help but get jealous," he shrugs, shaking his head and you put a hand to your hip.

"And if I bring you with me on these nights out?"

"Perfect, so I can jump any guy looking at you the wrong way," he smiles before inviting you to sit on his lap.

Theo ⭐️

Theo was just setting up to watch a movie with you in his room. He had everything prepared except for popcorn. He stood by the microwave watching the timer go until you walked up to him, wearing a lingerie-looking dress. His cheeks turned pink but he instantly played it off. He takes you to his room and as soon as you step in the doorway he sets the popcorn down and pins you to the bed.

"Babe what are you-" you chuckled, surprised by how much he reacted. "T-Theo what are you doing?" you tried asking for the second time but you were interrupted by his teeth nibbling at your neck. You moaned softly before covering your lips quickly. You felt your body getting weak and you fell beneath him. "I thought we were watching a movie tonight?"

"I'd rather watch you bounce on my cock," he smirks softly against your skin before licking up the mark he left.

"B-Babe," his words caught you off guard and made your heart flutter. You put a hand on the back of his head, feeling his soft and light hair.

"Wouldn't you rather that too?" He looks up at you, hinting at asking for consent.

Jiung ⭐️

The two of you were getting ready for date night and you decided to be a little bold and wear something more revealing than usual. You had a nice dress that had a slit down the side, exposing your leg, and it was strapless. It also came with a pair of gloves that matched the vibe well. You throw on some heels and some nice accessories before dolling up your hair and makeup.

Jiung turns around to look at you for the big reveal and his jaw literally drops. He soaks up every inch of your body, his mouth watering. "Oh my god babe," he laughs in disbelief. "Wow, I'm way underdressed now," he blushes before stepping a bit closer. "Do a spin," he twirls his finger and you giggle softly.

You do a little twirl around in your fit, your dress spinning with you. You stumble on your heels and tumble forward a little. Jiung catches you by your arms and smiles. "I feel like I'm in a K-drama. Saving my beautiful damsel in distress," Jiung laughs and you straighten yourself up.

"It kinda does feel like that," you chuckle before looking up at him confidently. "Cmon, we're gonna be late," you kiss him softly, your cherry lipgloss rubbing off on his lips, filling his senses with your scent that makes his heart race.

Intak⭐️

You and your boyfriend were getting ready for bed like usual and he was already tucked in, ready for the night. You came back from the bathroom wearing a new pajama set, hello kitty themed, with fuzzy pants that were low waisted and a cropped and breathable top. The shirt was a little see through and he could see...

He found his face warming up and he quickly rolled over. "Huh, something wrong taki?" You chuckle before taking a sip of water and turning off the night light. He rolls back over to face you, stealing another glance at your tits.

"Nope, all good," he nods and you stretch your arms up, yawning, and your shirt lifts up just enough for him to catch a glimpse of your underboob and your gut tucked in, flexing your ribcage. His face flushes a deeper shade of red as he watches. "You doing that on purpose?" He asks genuinely and you tilt your head.

"Doing what?" You chuckle and he rolls over.

"Nevermind, just...expect me to have wet dreams," he mumbles but you can still hear him.

"Say what?!"

Soul⭐️

Soul much preferred spending nights inside together rather than out partying or drinking but tonight he branched off just a little. He was taking you out to an arcade, truly a cute date idea, so you decided to get a bit more dolled up for this special night. You wore an adorable pink and white dress but there was a slight problem, it hardly covered your ass...

You stepped out of your room to show Soul your outfit and smile nervously before doing a little spin. "I really like this dress but...if I bend over can you see anything," you bend over a little and Shota blushes, your panties in full view.

"U-Uh yeah...but I'll cover you if needed!" He smiles determinedly. "It's such a cute dress, I wanna see you wear it. I promise I'll make sure to cover you, like a personal guard," he puts a hand to his head and you chuckle softly.

"Thank you shota," you smile and he nods with a gummy smile.

"I'll use my bag or just my body," he shows you his tote bag, covered in anime and Pokémon pins, with a thumbs up and a wink.

Jongseob⭐️

Making Jongseob flustered is literally your favorite thing. He always becomes a big dummy who doesn't know how to act or keep his mind off of the dirty facts. So tonight you decided to wear something that hugged your tits nicely while also showing your cleavage a lot. The outfit wasn't too eccentric, just a tight cropped top and a skirt with some leg warmers and a little hand bag but it had Seobie fumbling.

As you went to put your shoes on you continued to hold your bag and Jongseob rushed over to you. "I can take your shoes, I mean your bag," he shakes his head, blushing as he watches you lean down to put on your shoes, your chest nearly spilling out from your shirt. He blushes and you hand him your bag with a smile.

"Thanks seob," you bend over to slip your shoes on and Jongseob takes a step back, stealing a little glance at your ass as you bend over. Oh god, he's such a bad person but he can't help it. When you stand up and turn to him, taking your bag back, his eyes are deliberately staring at your cleavage. "Eyes are up here," you smile and he becomes as red as a tomato.

"S-Sorry...you know how I get..."

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cinnamorollcrybaby · 7 months ago

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Zombie // Cinna’s Monstertober Writing Challenge

Tags: Zombie!Ghost x fem!reader, smut, nsfw, mdni, monster x human relationship, mention of suicide, crack, this is not supposed to be taken seriously. please don’t take this seriously.

Synopsis: Your pussy is the cure to the zombie apocalypse. Hurry! Fuck your zombie boyfriend before it’s too late!!

An: Guys… I’m sorry for what I’m about to write. This shit is going to make NO SENSE, but hopefully you will get a laugh out of it. Honestly, I just need to write something so silly rn.😭

His three heads watched you in confusion as your body rose and fell along his cock. With his hands chained to the wall behind him and that pesky collar around his neck, you were at no danger of him biting you and turning you.

He was sat against the floor, where he had been since he had turned. He always told you that if he turned, you had to kill him, but when it came time to put him down, you couldn't do it... not when his cloudy brown eyes looked at you like they were scared. You were convinced that he was still in there somewhere.

Up and down, up and down, you were barely even wet.

Realistically, you felt bad for doing this to him while he was clearly not all the way in his right mind. Your boyfriend, Simon, used to love when you rode him. Now, he's just the shell of his previous likes and dislikes.

You wouldn't be doing this right now if it wasn't the only way. The cure to the outbreak of mindless zombies was between your legs. You knew it was! You had spent far too long in your little makeshift lab, testing on your chained up zombie boyfriend to find a cure.

You wouldn't give up on him.

There are various proteins that live within vaginal secretions, and this apocalypse was being caused by a protein malfunction in the brain. Your thought process was that maybe, just maybe, if you could fuck your boyfriend, expose him to the natural, normal proteins in your body, then his body will start to regulate as well.

It was a pipe dream. Literally, you're getting piped. But it was your only hope.

Luckily (or maybe unfortunately) for you, Simon hadn't grown three dicks like he had grown three heads. Three lifeless pairs of eyes stared at you curiously, watching as your hair and breasts bounced with each movement.

"Uhhh..." One of the heads groaned, and he tried to lean into you. A frustrated growl fled his lips as he wasn't able reach you due to the collar.

Maybe it was muscle memory or maybe it was him wanting to bring you towards him, either way he jolted his hips upwards, knocking you forward just a bit.

Your palms smacked against the wall behind Simon to prevent yourself from slamming straight into him. You're too close... He could bite you if he wanted.

You quickly try to lean back before a strange noise caught your attention. Sniff. Sniff.

Was he... smelling your hair?

A grunt of approval escaped his lips, and he jolted his hips forward once again, making you crash into his burly chest. His middle face continued to sniff at you, like an animal who was trying to identify you.

Maybe he really is in there somewhere.

"'m sorry, Si..." Your voice is shaky as your hips are barely moving anymore. "You told me to kill you, but I couldn't do it. 'm not strong like you are."

Plap. Plap. Plap.

Your skin connects with his with each time you come down onto his length, taking him in all the way deep inside you wet heat.

You feel soft ragged breaths tickle your skin as you're still leaning in dangerously close to him. If this doesn't work, you planned on not living anymore anyways. The life that you have been living for months now wasn't worth saving. If you couldn't be with him, you simply didn't want to exist.

His middle face was breathing heavily on your skin, and you could feel his hips trying to flutter upwards to meet your bouncing. "I love you, Si. I'm doing this because.. ngh~ I. Love. You."

A low agitated grunt left his mouth again. It sounded like he was trying to convey something, but you couldn't tell what it is that he needed.

"What is it, Si?" You ask softly as you look towards his undead face. His clouded over eyes search your face desperately before he yanks on the chains. His hips try harder to buck up into you.

"M-more?"

Excited grunts fell from his lips quickly. Your hands found his shoulders next to his new set of heads, and you try to remember just how he taught you how to ride him.

You lean up off of his cock just until his tip is just barely inside before crashing back down with a small yelp. Simon wasn't a small man, and he was well endowed. Taking him all in at once was no easy task, but you continued with that same motion over and over.

To your surprise, your zombie boyfriend leaned his heads back, and his breath became more pressured. You could feel yourself start to gush around him, completely drooling all over his cock.

The scientific portion of your brain couldn't comprehend how he managed to stay hard during all of this, but you chocked it up to the body responding to stimuli involuntarily.

"Urgh... fff-ahh.." One of his heads breathily moaned as you rode him.

His movements were so primal as he thrusted his hips upwards to meet yours. Soon, both of your movements were growing sloppy as both of you chased each other's highs.

"S-so good, Si... mmmph~ just a bit more." You whimper softly as you're hips start to roll. His cock grinds against your gummy walls, making the most erotic sopping noises imaginable. "Fuck... Simon.."

The chains pull taut as Simon growls lowly. Two thuds sound through the room, and his cock is throbbing violently inside of you, filling you to the brim with his seed. Your hips continue to shakily move for just a few moments before you're orgasming on top of him.

"Christ, love." Your boyfriend's gravely voice spoke. Your movements freeze as you have to wonder if you just imagined that. Maybe your brain was just trying to cope with the loss of Simon by hallucinating his voice.

Your head slowly turns to look up, and Simon's brown eyes meet yours - no longer clouded over. "You're a fuckin' freak, yeah?" He teases with his signature grin beneath his mask.

You saved him! Now, you have to tell the world about this news.

read the rest of my monstertober writing challenge here!

#cinnas monstertober #cod #ghost cod #simon ghost riley #ghost smut #cod smut #cod x reader #zombie simon riley #ghost #simon riley x reader

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leighsartworks216 · 26 days ago

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Aches And Pains

Sylus x gn!Reader

Wrote this while in a depressive slump exacerbated by period cramp + chronic pain. Also realizing how much I love the idea of being carried by Sylus like a koala rn

Warnings: hurt/comfort, comfort, established relationship, literal sleeping together, no dialogue, headaches & migraines, pain mention

Word Count: 611

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You're so tired. Your whole body aches. A persistent headache pounds at your skull at all hours, for days on end. You don't remember the last time you were able to sleep without your neck and upper back being all tense, leaving you with a crick that never fades.

When you get home, you feel like sludge. A great big mass of goop, trudging through the penthouse. All your things are dropped off to the side. Shoes kicked away somewhere. Uncomfortable clothes tossed somewhere else.

You couldn't make it as far as the bedroom. The best you manage is to the living room, where you flop onto the couch, finally giving into the exhaustion and aches. You don't change positions, even though this one hurts. Can't be bothered to. You just let out a long sigh, sink into the soft leather cushions, and fall into an uncomfortable sleep.

That's exactly where Sylus finds you hours later. He's tired, too, but that can be chalked up to the sun rising outside the giant floor-to-ceiling windows lining the penthouse wall.

He follows the mess of clothes from the door to the perpetrator. Your cheek is squished into your arm, lips pressed to the side. Your hair is mussed, too; the telltale sign of your distress lately. He wishes he could take it all away. Truly. The pain he would endure for you is unfathomable, and utterly unconditional.

He comes around to the front of the couch, leaning down, even crouching a bit, to gently rub a hand against your back. You take in a deeper breath, your mind barely coming back to semi-consciousness. It's not enough to have a conversation, but it allows him the chance to lift you by your armpits and hug you close. Just awake enough for your mind to register the need to wrap your arms around his neck. He holds your thighs up on his hips, safe and secure, your quiet breaths beside his ear and your cheek on his shoulder, dripping drool onto his nice shirt, as he carries you to the bedroom, away from the coming light.

Your weight in his arms is a soothing balm to his night. The heat of your skin pressed against his torso, the soft glide of your arms brushing his neck. His own personal plushie, to hold and kiss and adore. All the chaos of his life is worth it for the peace you bring.

He pulls down the blankets on your side of the bed - always furthest from the door, in case someone manages to break in - and leans down to lay you in your place, hand cradling your neck to rest your head gently on your pillow. He gently pries your arms from around his neck, and draws the blankets over you.

He tries to hurry through his routine, counting the seconds it takes to get back to your side. His shower is shorter tonight than usual. He throws on his sleep clothes quickly. Brushes his teeth without fanfare.

When at last he can pull back the blankets on his side and crawl into bed, sleep pulls on his body like added tons of weight on his muscles and eyes. He slides from his side to the middle, arms seeking you out. They draw you in, wrap around you to pull you into his chest. His face tucks itself in your shoulder, where he can breathe you in deeply, eager to enjoy your presence for as long as you'll stay here.

Tension slowly melts off of him like snow in the sun. He sinks into the mattress. Lets out a low sigh. And falls into a peaceful slumber.

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wbbobsesserr · 10 days ago

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ᯓ sweet spot — chapter four

pairing: paige bueckers & azzi fudd

notes: i’m so sorry this is taking so long, school has been literally kicking my ass. i hate ap testing, please send prayers.

my masterlist

wc: 3.4k

it was raining the next night— soft and steady, tapping against the windows of azzi’s dorm like a heartbeat.

paige was squished on aubrey’s tiny twin bed, a hoodie half-over her face, scrolling mindlessly while aubrey and nika argued about some stupid tiktok challenge. she was laughing at them— at least, pretending to— until her phone buzzed.

new text. from azzi.

azzi: hey, are u busy? no big deal if u are

paige sat up so fast she almost fell off the bed.

“chill,” aubrey laughed, caught off guard by her sudden movement. “where’s the fire?”

“nowhere,” paige muttered, already typing back.

paige: no what’s up

the reply came a second later.

azzi: i just don’t really wanna be alone rn azzi: if u wanna come over. if not it’s okay!

paige’s heart hitched. she could almost see azzi typing it, all shy thumbs and worried expressions.

without even thinking, she sent:

paige: omw

“where you going?” nika called as paige slipped on a pair of nike slides.

“important business,” paige answered, and bolted.

paige barely remembered getting there.

one second she was running through the hallways, hoodie clutched over her head, slides squeaking against the floor, and the next she was standing outside azzi’s door, heart punching at her ribs.

she knocked, fidgeting with her sleeves, trying to look chill and casual and not like she was about to throw up.

azzi opened the door and smiled— soft and sleepy, wearing a giant t-shirt and fuzzy socks— and paige immediately forgot how words worked.

“hi,” azzi said, stepping aside to let her in.

“hey,” paige croaked, her voice two octaves too high.

the dorm was cozy and warm and smelled like coconut lotion and takeout. azzi had a candle burning on her desk— something vanilla— and paige almost died right there.

she stood awkwardly by the door, hands jammed into her hoodie pocket, trying not to stare stare stare.

azzi gave her a look, amused. “you don't have to hover. come sit.”

“oh, right. sorry,” paige stumbled over to the bean bag, flopping down too hard, almost tipping it over.

azzi giggled, the sound light and soft, and paige was pretty sure she blacked out for a second.

“i heated up some thai food,” azzi said, crossing the room with a container and two forks. “hope you’re hungry.”

paige’s brain short-circuited when azzi sat down next to her.

 right next to her.

 close enough that paige could feel the warmth radiating off her skin.

“thanks,” paige mumbled, taking a fork and immediately dropping it. it clattered to the floor.

the blonde took a deep breath, trying her best to not want to die.

“oops,” azzi said, laughing gently. she bent to grab it at the same time paige did, their heads almost bumping.

“sorry,” paige managed to say, cheeks flaming.

“you’re fine,” azzi said, nudging her playfully. she adjusted her head to look directly at her, “are you blushing?”

paige made a dying noise in the back of her throat. “what— no! no, i— why would— i’m not.”

“your cheeks are red.”

paige’s hands flew to cover her face instinctively, palms warm against warmer skin. “it’s just hot,” she stammered, then immediately started fanning the front of her shirt, pulling it away and towards her chest in little tugs. “your dorm is— it’s warm in here. really warm. like… oven levels. i think the heat’s on. is the heat on?”

azzi blinked at her, clearly holding back a grin. “the heat isn’t on, paige.”

“oh,” paige said, voice small, like the single syllable had betrayed her. “then maybe it’s— i don’t know. internal heat.”

azzi leaned back slightly, just enough to get a better look at her, eyes glinting. “righhttt.”

paige looked up at the ceiling, hoping and praying god would finally put her out of her mercy. once and for all.

after that catastrophic failure at pretending to appear calm, they ate— kind of. mostly they picked at the noodles, stealing glances at each other and pretending not to.

“so,” azzi said after a while, poking her fork into the container. “thanks for coming over.”

“of course,” paige said too fast. “like, anytime. literally. whenever.”

azzi hugged her knees to her chest, turning to look at her fully. she went silent for a moment before whispering: “noah texted me today. said he booked a flight.”

paige’s heart stopped beating altogether.

she tried to say something smooth— something cool— but all that came out was a choked little, “oh.”

“i told him not. didn’t want him spending the money.”

paige looked away for a split second, “but he didn’t listen?”

azzi bit the inside of her cheek, glancing down. she shook her head, just once.

paige lowered her gaze, throat tight. he never listens to you. but i would. i always would.

paige scrambled for something to say— anything— but her brain was mush. every part of her wanted to fix it, to fix everything, but all she managed was a weak, “maybe he just wanted to see you.”

azzi gave a small, tired smile. “yeah. maybe.”

for a few beats, the only sound was the rain and the soft clinking of plastic forks.

“you’re really easy to be around, you know that?” azzi randomly stated, her voice light. “like... you don’t make it complicated.”

paige swallowed hard. “i try not to be complicated.”

“you’re not,” azzi said simply. “you’re just... you.”

paige blinked at her, completely knocked sideways. her mouth opened, but nothing came out.

azzi smiled at her, so soft, so real it almost hurt.

a second later, azzi scooted closer and rested her head gently against paige’s shoulder, just a soft, trusting weight.

paige didn’t move. didn’t even breathe. she just sat there, heart slamming against her ribs, praying that whatever this was— whatever they were— would never end.

because azzi wasn’t just under her skin anymore.

 she was inside her.

it was a saturday.

game day.

paige had been locked in all morning—music loud in her headphones, tied-up shoes, tunnel vision. she was laser-focused, until she walked out of the locker room and saw him.

noah.

tall. broad. pretty smile. usc hoodie. arm around azzi’s shoulders like he belonged there.

and azzi?

she looked up at him with that soft, open expression paige had only seen in rare moments. she was laughing, leaning into him, hands tucked into her sleeves like she was nervous. like she was seventeen again and in love with the boy she thought she’d marry.

paige froze mid-step.

nika, walking beside her, paused too. “is that…?”

“yeah,” paige muttered.

“you okay?”

paige nodded, but it was the worst lie she’d told all week.

azzi saw her then. her face lit up— like it actually lit up— and she waved, eyes warm.

paige waved back, small and tight.

and noah?

he leaned down and kissed azzi’s cheek. right there. in the middle of the arena tunnel. like he had the right.

something in paige’s chest went quiet.

not broken. not torn. just… quiet.

she didn’t say anything until they were halfway through warmups. she didn’t have to. nika came up beside her while they were stretching and whispered, “you don’t have to pretend, y’know.”

paige blinked. “pretend what?”

nika gave her a look. “that seeing noah and azzi together didn’t hurt.”

paige swallowed. “i’m fine.”

“you were literally vibrating yesterday when azzi texted you ‘wanna come over.’ giddy as hell. you are not fine.”

paige didn’t respond. couldn’t.

instead, she stared across the court.

azzi was tying her shoes, noah crouched beside her, saying something in her ear. she laughed again. not fake. not forced.

and paige hated how jealous she felt. how helpless. how small.

because she couldn’t say anything.

she couldn’t tell azzi she was falling so fast she couldn’t sleep. couldn’t tell her she had memorized the shape of her dimple when she smiled and the way her voice softened when she was tired.

she couldn’t say: i love you. and i wish it was me you looked at like that.

but what really hurt— what really dug in—was knowing that for one quiet moment last night, it had been her. azzi’s head on her shoulder. her words soft. her hand brushing paige’s.

and now it was like none of that had ever happened.

paige made every three she took in warmups.

but none of it felt good.

not tonight.

the game was a blur.

uconn won, but paige barely noticed.

she had 27 points, 6 assists, 4 steals. and still, all she remembered was the image of noah’s hand on azzi’s waist.

in the locker room afterward, people were celebrating, music loud, towels snapping, energy buzzing— and paige was quiet.

too quiet.

almost on autopilot, paige packed up, pulling on her hoodie, when azzi jogged over, all bright-eyed and sweet.

“hey! before you head out— wait a sec.”

paige paused, tired but loyal. “yeah?”

azzi beamed. “someone wants to meet you.”

and then he walked up.

noah.

big smile. fresh fade. still wearing his usc sweatshirt with the sleeves pushed up. paige saw the way azzi leaned toward him and felt a thud in her chest. not pain. not quite. just that sick feeling like something was slowly twisting inside her.

“paige, this is noah. noah, this is paige— my teammate and close friend,” she added, grinning.

paige blinked. close friend? that would've felt nice if her whole stomach didn’t drop when azzi said it while holding her boyfriend’s hand.

noah reached out. “i’ve heard a lot about you.”

“yeah?” paige forced a smile so plastic it could’ve cracked. “hope she didn’t lie too much.”

“she didn’t have to. i saw the highlights.”

azzi bumped his arm. “he was impressed.”

“oh wow.” paige’s fake grin widened. “the boyfriend’s impressed. must be my lucky day.”

there was an awkward beat of silence. noah didn’t catch it. azzi kind of did.

“you okay?” azzi asked after a second, soft.

“totally,” paige chirped.

she said it like she’d rather eat glass.

“cool, well, i’ll see you later,” paige added quickly, turning and walking out before she could throw up or cry or do something embarrassing like confess her undying love in a hallway.

later that night, the team went out. nothing wild, just an off-campus bar with loud music, red solo cups, and too many people in a too small area.

paige was already four shots deep when nika found her on the couch, hoodie off, bra strap showing, legs folded like a pretzel.

“jesus,” nika muttered. “you okay?”

“living,” paige replied, voice hoarse. she took another swig of whatever was in her cup.

azzi walked in fifteen minutes later, noah trailing behind. paige clocked it. of course she did. and then immediately poured herself another shot.

it wasn’t even about impressing anyone. she just needed to forget.

nika tried to cut her off. “paige, maybe slow down a bit—”

“i’m fine, nika,” paige said, way too loud. she was smiling, but it didn’t reach her eyes.

and then azzi was beside her.

“hey, hey, you doing alright?” azzi crouched down, concern all over her face. she touched paige’s arm, warm and gentle.

paige looked at her, eyes watery. “m’good. just celebrating.”

azzi laughed, nervous. “celebrating what?”

“you,” paige said, way too fast.

azzi blinked. “what?”

“uconn. teammates. close friends.” paige’s voice dipped on that last part. “you’re like… so cool.”

azzi tilted her head. “are you drunk?”

“drunk on life,” paige slurred, dramatically slumping against the couch.

nika shook her head. “she’s gone.”

paige blinked up at azzi, eyes glassy. “you’re so pretty. like it’s actually unfair. did you know that?”

azzi flushed. “paige…”

“i’m not hitting on you,” paige whispered. “no— you’re taken.”

azzi didn’t respond.

“you make it hard to breathe sometimes,” paige added, voice suddenly quiet.

azzi’s brows pulled together. “what?”

paige shook her head fast, like she was trying to erase the words. “nothing. i’m drunk and rambling. ignore me.”

but azzi wasn’t ignoring her. she was staring. right into her.

and paige hated how much she loved it.

nika appeared by her side, trying to save paige from herself and drag her away from azzi. but paige gently pushed her away, insisting on staying put.

because paige was already unraveling.

azzi didn’t leave. she sat down next to her instead, folding her legs neatly, like she didn’t even notice how paige was slowly coming apart at the seams.

“you’re so good,” paige mumbled suddenly, voice cracking halfway through. she leaned her head against the back of the couch, eyes fluttering closed. “like, not just basketball. you’re good... like in here.” she pressed a clumsy hand against her own chest, right over her heart.

azzi blinked, caught somewhere between amusement and heartbreak. “paige…”

“i mean it.” paige forced her eyes open, blinking hard. “you’re... you’re like the best thing that’s happened to uconn since— since ever. since... the dinosaurs.”

azzi let out a tiny laugh despite herself. “the dinosaurs?”

paige nodded solemnly. “prehistoric times.”

azzi shifted closer, just enough that their knees brushed. paige looked down at the contact like it was holy.

“i’m glad you came here,” paige slurred, her voice dropping to something softer, almost reverent. “i don’t know how we got so lucky. how i got so lucky.”

azzi’s cheeks pinked. “paige—“

but she wasn’t finished. far from it.

“you make everything better,” paige barreled on, like if she didn’t get it out now, it’d eat her alive. “practices. games. just... walking into a room. it’s like...” she struggled, words slippery on her tongue. “it’s like the whole place shifts— brighter, easier, just— better.”

azzi looked at her, this soft, stunned kind of way, and paige felt herself getting hot even though the room was freezing.

“and you’re so nice,” paige continued, hiccuping slightly. “like stupid nice. like, makes-me-wanna-cry kinda nice.”

azzi bit her lip, her smile trembling at the edges.

“and you’re pretty. like, duh, everyone knows that. but it's not even just that,” paige rambled. “you’re pretty in your soul. like your soul is wearing a dress.”

azzi let out a soft, helpless laugh.

paige smiled dreamily. “if there was a beauty contest... you’d win. every time. landslide victory. no recounts.”

azzi opened her mouth to respond, but paige wasn’t quite done.

“and you smell good,” paige said, dead serious. “like heaven. if heaven had a scent, it’d smell like you.”

azzi was turning pink from her ears down.

“and your laugh,” paige continued, stubbornly, like she had a checklist to complete. “your laugh could end wars. i swear. they should record it and play it at the UN or something.”

nika reappeared at that moment, looming behind paige, clearly having heard at least part of that disastrous speech.

“we gotta go,” nika told her, grabbing paige under the arms like she was a misbehaving toddler.

paige clutched the couch dramatically. “nooo. i’m talking to azzi.”

“you’re drunk-talking to azzi,” nika corrected.

azzi just smiled, soft and bewildered, and stood up with them. “it’s okay. she’s not bothering me.”

paige looked up at her, eyes glassy. “you’re an angel. did you know that? you fell straight from the clouds, huh?”

azzi's heart squeezed painfully in her chest.

“c’mon,” nika said gently. “let’s get you home.”

as they started toward the door, paige swayed dangerously, and azzi caught her with both hands, steadying her. for a second, they were close— closer than they’d ever been— and paige’s breath hitched.

“you’re so good,” paige whispered again, voice cracking, eyes swimming with more than just alcohol. “i’d protect you forever, if you asked.”

azzi blinked at her, frozen.

but paige just grinned— this goofy, soft, drunken grin— and leaned heavily against nika, letting herself be dragged away into the night.

azzi stood there for a long time after they disappeared, hand still tingling where she’d touched paige. feeling like something massive and irreversible had just shifted between them, even if she didn’t have the words for it yet.

mornings after used to be easy.

paige had a system: advil, iced coffee, sunglasses, pretend nothing happened.

worked every time.

except this time.

because when she opened her eyes, her phone had three missed calls from nika, a blurry selfie with a bottle of tito’s, and one unread text from azzi that said:

azzi: hey, just making sure ur okay. i was kinda worried last night. lmk if u need anything

paige groaned into her pillow like she was dying.

 her head throbbed. her stomach felt like a dumpster fire.

 but worst of all—

 she remembered.

 god, she remembered.

she remembered azzi’s hand on her arm. her big brown eyes. the way she smelled like coconut shampoo and concern.

you make it hard to breathe sometimes.

she wanted to die. just collapse and rot in peace.

at breakfast, paige wore her hoodie with the strings pulled tight around her face like she was in mourning. because honestly? she was. mourning her dignity. her pride. her entire chance with azzi fudd.

azzi slid into the seat across from her, looking stupidly perfect with a smoothie in hand and a soft little smile.

“hi.”

paige mumbled something that could’ve been “hey” or “end my suffering.”

azzi pushed the smoothie toward her. “strawberry banana. figured it might help.”

“you’re too nice,” paige muttered.

azzi smiled softly. “you were pretty out of it yesterday.”

paige closed her eyes. “please don’t tell me what i said.”

azzi laughed— this light, sparkly sound that made paige want to slam her forehead into the table. “i won’t. you already looked like you died once.”

there was a pause. not tense. just… quiet.

azzi tapped her nails against the table. “you really don’t remember anything?”

paige looked up at her, eyes bloodshot. “nope. not a thing. total blackout. who are you again?”

azzi raised a brow. “paige.”

“i’m serious.”

“no you’re not.”

paige sighed, defeated. “okay, fine. i remember some things.”

azzi leaned in, interested. “like?”

“i remember nika trying to drag me away. and me throwing up all over my bathroom.”

azzi snorted. “anything else?”

“nope.” paige sipped the smoothie dramatically. “blacked out immediately after that.”

azzi gave her a look.

azzi didn’t push. but her face said she didn’t believe her.

which was fair. because ten minutes later, noah showed up at the table. he plopped down next to azzi, still riding the high of whatever fratty, sweaty party energy he carried with him like a curse.

“good morning, babe,” he whispered to azzi, kissing her cheek. “morning,” he said to paige, clapping her on the shoulder a little too hard.

paige grunted. didn't look at him. “morning.”

“you were hilarious last night,” he said, grinning.

azzi laughed softly. “she was something.”

“she kept calling you pretty,” noah chuckled, nudging azzi.

paige coughed on her smoothie. “oh my god,” she muttered.

azzi’s face flushed pink. “she was drunk.”

“yeah, but like… extra sweet drunk. real touchy, too.”

paige stared at the table so hard she thought she might burn a hole through it.

“guess that’s the bestie bond, huh?” noah joked, shoving azzi’s shoulder again.

azzi smiled— barely. 

he didn’t notice. paige did.

she saw the tiny shift in azzi’s mouth. the way her eyes flicked to paige, unsure. like she was thinking something she shouldn’t say out loud.

paige’s chest ached.

when noah left to grab food, it was like a fog lifted. azzi stayed quiet for a second, just watching her.

“you okay?” she asked softly.

paige nodded, barely. “yeah— yeah, fine.” voice too high. hands too still.

azzi smiled a little. sad and sweet at the same time. “you don’t have to be weird around me, you know.”

“i’m not being weird,” paige said immediately.

azzi tilted her head, “kind of.”

paige bit her tongue. hard. 

because if she opened her mouth again, it would all come spilling out. 

i’m obsessed with you. i think about you every second. i hate him. i love you.

so instead, she grabbed her smoothie and slurped aggressively to fill the silence.

azzi giggled under her breath. then she said, almost shy, “hey, um… if you’re feeling better later, you wanna maybe hang out? just us?” then quickly added, “noah’s going out.”

paige almost choked again. 

she nodded frantically. “yeah— yes. totally.” 

too fast. too eager. dammit.

azzi grinned. “cool.”

and for the first time all morning, paige forgot about the headache, the nausea, the regret. all she could think about was her. 

and the way her heart felt like it might actually, literally, physically explode out of her chest.

#paige bueckers #azzi fudd #paige x azzi #pazzi #pazzi fics #uconn wbb

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xoluvx · 9 months ago

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i’m literally about to walk into my job rn but i just thought about kissing billie’s tattoos…all of them

oh my god please what a dream

starting with her hand. you’re in bed. she’s on her phone. you take her hand in yours, caressing the sweet fairies with your thumb. billie is still on her phone scrolling through her feeds because it’s so normal for you to hold her, love her, kiss on her without any rhyme or reason.

you bring your lips to her hand, softly. one. two. three kisses on her hand.

then you’re carefully lifting up her shirt revealing her naked skin. her eilish tattoo shifting with her breathing. breasts bare cushioning the ink. you kiss near her rib and she smiles behind her phone screen, but you’re trapped in your own little world to notice. then you capture the tattoo with your lips, running your tongue along the words.

billie stirs and bucks her hips. your eyes are closed tasting her skin as your lips travel down her torso, her belly button, her hips. her shorts hang low. low enough you can see part of the dragon and cursive words. billie tugs at her waist band putting her phone down and you help slide off the shorts on the floor, discarding them on the floor.

your tongue spells out ‘hard & soft’, tip on her skin like ink on paper. swirls and swooshes until you’re back at her dragon and your lips kiss the top of its head tongue running down the slithering side of her thigh all the way to the end. then back up again feeling her stir under your touch. under your lips.

she whimpers and holds your head, but you’re quick with your movements and soon she’s face down. scratches down her back reminiscent of the ones you leave on her skin on multiple occasions. she whimpers again and stirs, head on the pillow. toes curling, thighs clenching, naked body expectant.

your thumbs dig into her thighs and your hands run up her body. little shocks of electricity spark everywhere you touch. when she feels your breathing near her neck, she hums and you smile kissing her shoulder. lips so careful and tender. so warm on her already scorching skin. grip tight on her hips as she ruts them desperately. your lips kiss down her back following the trail marked by her tattoo.

when she lifts her ass in the air, you slip a finger in her pussy then two. lips still kissing along her back. she moans. you breathe heavy on her skin. she moves her hips back fucking herself on your fingers. you push forward scattering small bites along her tattoo soothing the areas with your tongue. just two bodies enamored by each other’s touch.

#billie eilish #billie eilish x reader #billie eilish x you #billie eilish x y/n #billie eilish x fem!reader #billie eilish imagine #billie eilish fic #billie eilish fanfiction #billie eilish fluff #billie eilish smut #billie eilish request #billie eilish blurb

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bruisedboys · 1 month ago

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LOVED YOUR THOMAS FIC!! Please write more Maze Runner. ALSO, I am a sucker for established relationship.

What about Thomas and reader (established relationship) reunite after being separated?

this is literally a year old but I discovered it in my drafts and had to post! pretty sure the maze runner fandom is dead rn but I simply do not care

tmr!thomas x fem!reader | established relationship, fluff and a bit of angst (set in the death cure)

Thomas thinks, if he doesn’t find you soon, he might as well be dead. He’s well on his way. His heart hasn’t felt normal since WCKD took you. It’s felt heavy as lead, weighing down in his chest like a rock, making it hard to walk, hard to breathe. He hasn’t been able to sleep, but being awake is so much worse. It’s horrible, spending every waking moment worrying about what WCKD is doing to you, wondering if you’re even alive, thinking about all the things he could’ve done better to save you.

The guilt eats at him like a virus, clawing at his heart and up his throat. Eating him alive and spitting him right back out until he feels like a zombie. A dead boy walking.

It takes over his body now, so much so that he’s not really thinking at all as he breaks into WCKD headquarters. He’s thinking, but he’s not thinking. He lets his body take over, he smashes through glass windows and knocks out guards with the butt of his gun, he busts down metal doors and screams your name down the fluorescent white and blue halls.

He yells himself hoarse. He and Newt come to a T shape in the seemingly never-ending hallways. Newt yells for them to take one each, and Thomas barrels down the right one, his heart pounding in his ears. He peers through big glass windows, sees machines and medical carts and computers, but no you. He’s starting to feel desperate. He’s starting to feel like he might kill someone just to find you. His legs feel numb. Then,

“Thomas! I’ve got her!”

Thomas runs faster than he’s ever run before. Twists on his heel and very nearly breaks his ankle, but goes sprinting the way he came, and down the hallway Newt took. Hope and guilt and desperation and regret surge through his body like electricity in his veins. He’s running so fast, so blind with hope, that he almost slams right into Newt. His friend grabs his elbow.

“Woah.” He’s breathing hard. But he’s smiling. “She’s okay, Tom.”

And then you appear as if out of nowhere, stepping out from behind Newt like an angel in a fiery, burning hot hell. You look pale. You look weak. You’re in a hospital gown and no shoes. There’s a big bruise in the crook of your elbow and your lips are cracked. But you’re here. He doesn’t want to sound like a loser, but Thomas could cry buckets right now.

“Y/N,” he says. He doesn’t sound like himself. Doesn’t feel like himself. He feels as if he’s standing watching the scene as merely an observer. It’s an odd feeling, an out of body experience.

“Thomas,” you say, and the relief in your tone breaks his heart into a million little pieces that seem to spill out onto the floor in front of him.

Thomas surges for you. He scoops you into a hug so tight it’s sure to bruise, which is stupid, but he isn’t thinking straight, and you squeeze him just as hard, anyway. You fling your arms around his neck and keep them there. Thomas doesn’t know what to do with his hands. They’re everywhere — your hair, your back, your neck — it’s like he’s worried you’ll slip away, or worried you’re merely a ghost of the girl he loves. The fabric of your hospital gown is starchy and foreign in his hands, but you’re warm and soft and familiar underneath it all.

“I’m sorry,” he says. He’s crying now, and Newt’s right there watching the whole thing, but Thomas doesn’t care. His heart hammers faster than light. Or is that your heart? He can’t tell, you’re pressed so tight to him they may as well be the same. “I’m so sorry.”

You shake your head hard where it’s buried in his neck. You’re crying too, he feels your warm tears sticky on his skin. “Don’t. Don’t say that. I’m okay, Tom.” Your hand is in his hair, stroking him gently like he’s the one who’d been kidnapped, not you. “It’s not your fault.”

Thomas blinks away hot, hot tears. They blur his vision. His ears are ringing, or is than an alarm somewhere blaring in the distance? He can’t tell, it doesn’t matter, he’s got you now and he’s never letting go.

Newt says something but neither of you hear him. You’re too busy coveting the hair at the nape of Thomas’ neck, and he’s too busy running his hands over the planes of your back as if memorising them. Newt tries again, louder.

“We have to go now!” he shouts, gripping Thomas’ shoulder.

Thomas pulls back, blinking rapidly. His ears finally stop ringing, only for them to pick up something worse, gunshots and yelling coming from somewhere too close, followed by thundering footsteps. He curses and takes your shoulders in two rough hands. Just be strong for a little longer, his touch says.

“I’m sorry,” he tells you again. Guilt and sincerity roll into one to ache like a wound over his heart. “We have to go now, sweetheart. We’re gonna find Minho and get you the hell out of here. Can you walk?”

He’s willing to carry you if you have to. But you nod and grab his hand fiercely. The three of you take off down the hallway and Thomas decides he’s never, ever, letting you go again.

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gracie-eilish · 1 month ago

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this is a self indulgent magical unicorn princess blurb that i needed after a darling day working in customer service (hint: i'm being sarcastic and today sucked) (also its softly raining outside rn and i feel like drowning in cozy fluffiness)… tee hee :)

the only sounds bouncing off the walls of your cozy apartment was the random string of notes you were humming in the bathroom and the sound of billie feeding your dogs in the kitchen.

tonight was the first time billie was spending the night at your place. you'd slept over at her place a few times but she had never at yours. so tonight was the night! a dreary but cozy friday night that was foracsted to blend into a dreary and cozy saturday morning.

you should have felt calm and comfortable, especially knowing billie and her dogs were safe with you and not alone while it poured outside. but you couldn't help but feel a bit nervous. you lived in a different bubble than billie did. specifically a pink sparkly bubble... there's a reason everyone jokingly called you glinda as a nickname.

you were rubbing in your floral lotion on your legs, donning a silky lilac matching pj set, and fluffy little slippers. you had just taken a nice long everything shower (with billie of course;) and had spent some time together doing your skincare... that was until billie had finished and you still had steps to go.

the heatless curls, the full body lotion, the lavender sleep inducing perfume you wore to bed, the hand cream... your sleepytime tea, the mandatory full ice cold water bottle on your nightstand... all things that you did almost every night without fail... but now it all felt a little.. much? high maintenance? your thoughts were interrupted by a cozy girl wrapping her arms around your middle from behind.

"hi babydoll," she mumbled between soft neck kisses. "whatcha looking all pretty for, hm?" she teased, squeezing your sides a bit as she made eye contact in the mirror.

"nothing... this is just how i like to sleep. i usually just pack the essentials when i'm at your house. i didn't wanna.." you trailed off a second. "i didn't wanna seem too high maintenance for just like.. sleeping ya know?"

billie chuckled sympathetically, her lips curling into a soft pout. "honey," she kissed your cheek, "you're not high maintenance. requesting to sleep on a literal cloud is high maintenance. but making yourself all soft and sleepy and smelling like peaches is actually now apart of my night routine as of today." she stated matter of factly.

you giggled and raised your eyebrows at her. "you wanna do all my hyper girly things every night? on top of your routine you've already got?"

"nooooooo," she smirked softly, "i wanna make sure youuuuuu do all your hyper girly things every night." your heart stuttered in your chest. one implication was that she wanted you to smell good and be soft. the other implied... being with her every night for bed. huh.. not a bad idea.

she pressed one last wet kiss to your cheek with an exaggerated "mwah!" before giving your side a squeeze and sending you a wink before retreating to your connected bedroom. you sighed, closing your bottle of face cream. for a cream meant to even out your skin tone, you sure were red in the face this evening.

after shutting off the lights, you padded into the bedroom and made your way to your side of the bed where billie already had a steaming mug of your favorite tea waiting on your nightstand. you curled yourself under the comforter, flinging your fluffy slippers onto the floor and cradling your little tea mug in your hands, sinking deeper into the mountain of pillows and blankets piled high on your bed.

billie walked back into the doorway after shutting off the apartment lights and checking the locked doors. and of course saying one more goodnight to yours and her dogs.

"you look like the princess and the pea," she snorted upon her return, making both of you laugh out loud.

"billieeee," you whined while giggling, signaling you weren't really hurt.

"i'm sorry." she said in her cute little voice, slipping into bed beside you and pressing a kiss to your temple.

the two of you sat in bed for a while watching some mindless tv to wind down for the evening. once you finished your tea, billie reached over to shut off the tv, and you leaned in the opposite direction to shut off your bedside lamp.

"can i?" billie asked with big puppy eyes, making you snort. without a word, you just laid back and let her cuddle up to you, resting her head above your heart and wrapping her arms around your waist.

"goodnight my little magical unicorn angel baby princess glinda girl," she giggled into your chest.

"you're never sleeping over here again, i swear to god, billie." you both were sent into a fit of giggles, only stopped by you peppering kisses on billie's cheeks before resting your pretty little head to finally get your well-deserved beauty sleep.

you totally lied to her... you two would never sleep alone again.

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hausofwoo · 9 months ago

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strapped | park seonghwa

pairing: seonghwa x afab reader

word count: 612

warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, literally just a pwp blurb, seonghwa sucking a strap on, sub!seonghwa, begging, finger sucking, hair pulling, use of petname (sweetheart)

author's note: i had the thought of seonghwa sucking a strap-on pop into my head and i had to write it out asap. very short but juicy! there will be plenty more sub!seonghwa fics from me but here's just a little taste....

seonghwa is so desperate to please you.

he sits on his knees on your shared bedroom floor, hands tied behind his back and head tilted back, looking up at you standing over him. his skin is glistening with a sheer layer of sweat and his hair is a ruffled mess from all your pulling and tugging. he’s free of all of his clothing, but his erection throbs in need.

“please,” seonghwa begs. “i’ll do whatever you want, just please touch me.”

“not yet, sweetheart,” you say, running your fingertips along the side of his jaw. his eyes are fixated on you with pupils completely blown. you place your fingers on his soft lips, prompting him to immediately open and take them in his mouth. he runs his tongue along your digits before sucking on them, eye contact persisting. you replace your two fingers with your thumb, prying open his mouth so he can take your strap.

“do something for me first, baby,” you say, watching as he lays his tongue flat for you. “suck.”

you guide your strap’s tip to his mouth, and he takes it eagerly. his plump lips enclose around the tip and gradually takes the length. he reaches the base of the strap, deep-throating it. he hums in satisfaction. he continues to bob up and down, sucking. he’s making a fucking mess, with spit covering his lips and dripping down his chin. he doesn’t seem to care anyway, with his muffled moans filling up the room.

he pulls off the strap completely, a string of saliva still connecting to his lips. he drags his tongue on the underside, making his way back to the tip before taking it into his mouth again.

yeah, maybe getting your strap sucked doesn’t physically stimulate anything for you, but seonghwa loves putting on a show for you. he loves to be degraded by you, to feel pathetic under your touch. something completely takes over him, and all he can do is follow your every order. he’s like a puppy; just so fucking eager. you love it too, being able to control what he does. it comes so naturally for you to push him around, and it only makes it ten times hotter when you notice it makes him twitch.

you grip his hair, pushing his mouth as far down on the strap he can go. his eyes roll back and he lets out a loud moan onto the toy. you yank him back off, watching his half-lidded gaze up at you as spit spills out of his swollen red lips. the saliva drops onto his crotch, right on the tip of his aching cock.

“oh fuck,” he groans, knitting his eyebrows together. his hisses, partly from pain, and the other part from pleasure. this whole time, during the teasing and the foreplay and now while giving your strap head, he’s been painfully hard. you haven’t touched him once, and it’s starting to feel excruciating. he lifts his hips, thrusting his leaking cock into the air, searching for some sort of stimulation. he squirms under your hand, leaning his head back and whining. he looks back up at you with probably the most pathetic look you’ve ever seen.

“you want me to touch you, don’t you, baby?” you say, moving your grip from his hair to caress his face.

“please,” seonghwa says, tears welling up in his eyes. his hips continue to thrust in the air slowly, cock twitching. “i’ve been so good…”

“you have been good, haven’t you?” you say. “let me take care of you…”

a/n: guys don't hate me i know it's short!!!! i was on vacay in chicago to see ateez and it gave me inspo and i had to write it out before i lost my mind. i have another fic in the works rn but i wanted to release this so u bitches had something while u wait lol

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soubeomies · 7 months ago

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୨୧ “LET'S DANCE JUST LIKE THIS, BABE”

⤷ PAIRING﹕ idol!taesan x fem!reader

⤷ WARNINGS ﹕reader is mentioned as a girlfriend

⤷ GENRE﹕fluff a bit of angst if u squint

⤷ WC﹕773

⤷ AUTHOR'S NOTE﹕OMG thank u so much to @nonononranghaee for helping me SO MUCH in this fic, LOVE U HAFS<3

⤷ SYNOPSIS ﹕you were having a bad day after getting scolded for not completing a project in time, but your beloved boyfriend decides to invite you over to his studio :)

( @kstrucknet )

it has been a long day for you. you went through a rough and long scolding from your teacher due to the fact that you hadn’t finished the project that he had assigned a week ago. you tried to not let that get to you, you were going through a lot and you weren’t gonna let your stupid teacher, that did not know anything about you to make it even worse. you tried shrugging it off, but his voice lingered in the back of your head.

“what do you mean you’re not done?! i have given you a whole entire week to finish this! you’re getting a zero on this project!”

you didn’t even care that he quite literally embarrassed you infront of the entire class by revealing the disappointing grade, it was that.. more about the fact that he didn’t even try to consider if you were going through something.

sighing in the hallway, you walk back home, your heavy backpack slouched on your shoulder and a feeling of gloominess in your heart. the quiet and empty hallways filled with the echoes of your shoes squeaking and the keychains on your bag colliding into one another. your professor's words kept repeating in your head, and it was killing you. you were deep in your thoughts before you hear a ding! and your phone lights up.

it was a notification from taesan. you smiled a little at your phone screen.

tae 🐈‍⬛ [ 18:03 ]

how was uni?

miss u

you [ 18:04 ]

it went ok

wya?

tae 🐈‍⬛ [ 18:04 ]

i’m at the studio

u can come

the other members r out rn

i could use a lil bit of ur presence

u can tell me abt ur day babe

you [ 18:05 ]

ok<3

omw

smiling at your screen, you turned off your phone, tucking it into your pockets. you walked along the sidewalk in the direction of the studio.

𖦹ׂ ₊˚⊹⋆

you finally arrived after a long walk. you walked into the building, receiving sweet smiles and nods from the staff that worked in the building where taesan’s studio was located. they had recognized you as taesan beloved girlfriend. you simply reciprocated those smiles back, smiling to yourself, since you felt warmly welcomed.

you take the lift to the floor where his studio was, excitement surging through your body. you missed his presence and his touch. it had been a while since the two of you had spent time together. you were happy, to say the least.

a giddy smile spread across your face whilst you walked to the direction of his studio, knocking at the entrance. he quickly exclaims a “come in!” before you gently open the door. you are welcomed with the sight of him busy with his little vinyl player. when he hears you come into the studio, he looks back at you with a cheeky smile.

“hi baby.” he said, getting up from his seat as the vinyl player started to play a familiar melody, it was taesan’s favorite as well. he approaches you and rests his hands on your waist, pulling you close into a delicate kiss. as his soft plush lips pressed against yours, you feel the tension in your body start to fade away into the sweet kiss. the taste of his sweet lips on yours, you would do anything to make this experience last forever.

the both of you pull away as he draws little circles on your waist, you have your arms on top of his shoulders, looking up at him. “how was your day, y/n?” he asks gently, swaying your body left and right.

“it was.. fine. i just got scolded for not completing a project i had.” you say, a hint of irritation that slowly disappears when he looks at you with those eyes. eyes full of love and worry, eyes that wanted you to be okay and couldn’t handle you feeling hurt or upset..

“i’m sure you had a rough day today..” he says and he pauses for a moment, you silently nod in response. the song continued on, slowly progressing to the best part of the song. you let the song and taesan’s presence accompany the heaviness in your heart, enjoying every moment of it.

“let’s dance just like this, babe.” he says, gently holding you by the waist and guiding your body to the beat of the soft and romantic song, getting lost in the beauty of your eyes.

oh how lucky you were to have him.

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k2ntoss · 1 year ago

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im quite literally in class rn but the jason brain rot is going so strong, so all i can think of is trying to convince Jay to stay home from patrol for just one(1) night because he's working too hard

like you barely see him anymore cuz he's either out running around as Red Hood or passed the fuck out in bed throughout the day, and just having enough of it and just like, getting down and giving him the absolute best head of his life to convince him to stay in (and he does, but only because he's literally physically unable to afterwards, like legs shaky and eyes glazed over, maybe just a little bit subby too?) ughhh god i need him so baddd 😭

- your friendly neighbourhood 🦊

after too many days i'm back, i've been too low on inspiration and i hate that but i read again this today while i was at work and i GIGGLED TOO HARD, 🦊 noonie i'm gonna find you (and kiss your brain) soooo as an apology for being off a few days, here we have a slightly long smutty thing with my sweet pretty boy jay <3

it's been probably over a month since jason only came back home to pass out on the bed, he barely woke up to eat something and do one or another stuff, even bruce was a bit worried about his health but he didn't pushed on it further.

once again night falls and jay is getting all geared up on your room, tactical pants, boots and that black compression shirt that always made your mouth water on when you came in, a small pout on your lips at the sight of your too tired boyfriend "jay... you look like you could use a night off" your voice is soft and so tempting for jason, because the idea of cuddling next to you and rest seemed to be what he needed more than anything.

"princess, you know i can't do that" jason sighs, there's a glimpse of want on his eyes and it's everything your brain needs to come up with a method to convince him and you are 90% sure it will work so it takes you less than a second to walk to him, letting yourself fall to the floor right between his legs.

the sight from that point is even more encouraging because jason looks so much intimidating like that, even when he frowns totally confused at your actions "but you work way too much, jay" and he knows what you're up too so his look changes from questioning to warning and oh, if it doesn't turn you on more because you know that you have the power to turn him into a puddle "you can stay home tonight, i can call dick to tell him you're sick and that you need to rest" your head lays on his thigh as one of your hand traces softly his stomach, fingers trailing over his abs while your eyes look into his.

"sweetheart, i can't do that–" jason starts, he sounds like he's having the hardest time of his life trying to tell you 'no' and it is as your fingers start to undo the buttons of his pants and his belt, caressing him over his boxers and feeling him reacting to your touch. there's a soft growl that escapes his lips, making you sit properly on your knees and looking up at your boyfriend for him to give into your (and his) needs just for him to move so you can pull his pants down enough to see his cock grow harder under your subtle strokes.

"you need to rest, at least one night" there's that pout on your lips again and that innocent tone that he doesn't buy because how could he when you start to slide your hand under his boxers and smile when his hard shaft is completely at your mercy, hand going up and down before you lean in to press a playful kiss on his tip, it sends a jolt through his spine and he can't help the low moan that slips past his lips when your tongue traces his length before taking the head between your lips.

it's always easy for jason to get lost on how good you make him feel, even when it comes to the times he needs to do something important so here he is, one of his hands on the back of your head while you suck slowly on him not taking in too much, your hand traces the veins on the bottom of his cock before stroking it "god damn, baby... you look so good on your knees for me" his voice is hoarse and he tries to pull you down on him just to be met with a playful look from you.

"c'mon, let me do this by myself" you speak, your lips shiny as you smile at jason, his dick pressed against your cheek and he nods "that's a good boy" and the way he swallows hard makes you chuckle before your mouth wraps around his shaft. jason keeps his hands next to his legs, the way you called him a good boy made him feel like he could cum just with your touch but it would have been pretty pathetic so he holds back. his eyes are fixed on the way your head bobs, the lewd noises your mouth makes everytime his head touches your throat and he has to resist the urge to fuck your face.

there's a pop that comes out of your lips when you let go of his cock, hand still fisted around him while you pull down the front of your sleeveless top, tits spilling out for him to look. the moan that escapes his lips is unholy when you put his dick between your breasts, tongue playing with his slit while you stroke him like that and he feels in heaven "you look so good like that, baby..." your words are sweet, he loves the way it feels because he could melt right there and it's what he needs to forget about anything else. he whimpers at the second you smirk, pulling away to grab hold of him and spitting on his shaft before taking it into your mouth again, this time sucking and licking on it with more urge.

you can feel him throb on your tongue, making you pull away again "such a pretty boy, aren't you? need to cum, baby? go ahead, good boys deserve to be rewarded" you coo him right before your mouth is wrapping him again and he can't help it this time, thrusting into your throat in a needy move before you can feel him shooting his load in a whiny moan, he looks so pretty like that and it makes you want to keep making him squirm.

it takes you nothing to stand up and go sit on his lap, his body trembles under your touch and the load you've been holding on your mouth falls over your tits when you open your mouth and stick your tongue out before you pull his head towards your breasts "feel better now, baby?" you ask with a small smirk when jason hums in response, his mouth too busy on one of your nipples as he sucks while looking at you from under his eyelashes, pretty green eyes glazed as he whines softly "wanna stay home for tonight?"

"yes, mommy..." he can barely speak without sounding too slurred from how tired he felt from all the extra work and the head you just gave him.

"fine, i'll call dick to tell him you're sick"

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juliasturnz · 10 months ago

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“4 fucking days”

CHRIS STURNIOLO X Y/N

Hi guyss.. this is my first ever fanfic, I’m pretty insecure about it bc my first language isn’t English🙁. I really hope you will still enjoy this, have fun reading🩷🩷

A little bit inspired by the song wildflower where I’ve been obsessed with lately hihi🤭

warnings!

Mention of depression, cussing, self hating, kissing, pet names (baby, my love, sweetheart and more)

summary:

you haven’t texted your boyfriend in almost 4 days you feel horrible but you just can’t seem to call him until he comes over by himself

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you’ve been feeling alot lately but it’s everything but nice and happy feelings, Chris is fully aware that you have your bad days… But you haven’t texted him in almost 4 days which is definitely a couple days longer then normally.

your phone is next to you on your fully covered disgusting tissue’s, plate’s, and atleast more then 5 cups of drinks you didn’t even finish, but your phone keeps buzzing over and over. You are getting annoyed so you pick it up to see it’s Chris. You answer the phone quickly and are a little scared even though you know Chris would treat you like a princess.

“y/n you okay baby?” His voice sounds kinda high pitched, and really worried. You hear his voice and it makes you stomach turn upside down, you realized you haven’t heard this voice in 4 fucking days.

“Hey chris.. can you come over please.” it almost sounds like you are begging him to come. “I am already on my way, I know you are going through a lot rn and I was about to visit you.” You can tell he’s worried.

it’s for a few seconds a little quiet, suddenly you start apologizing and trying to tell him what is happening “im so sorry baby I haven’t been texting or even calling you i’m so fucking stupid, i am such a dumbass I could’ve atleast done something I’m so terribly sorry.. I- I don’t know what to do.” chris is already comforting you and telling you it’s okay “y/n baby it’s okay, it really is. I’ll be here in 5 minutes that’s gonna be real soon baby, I’ll be here for you and you can cuddle with me as long as you want.” “Okay see you soon, I love you” “I love you too baby.”

You hang up and realize what a mess your room is and most of all what kind of a mess you look like, you quickly get out of bed *I need to atleast freshen up I look fucking disgusting* the second you set a foot on the ground you feel dizzy *what the fuck?* you sit down as fast as possible, ‘dang what is happening to me’ you say out loud

almost tripping over every single piece of clothing that is spread all over the floor when you finally reach the bathroom, you take a look in the mirror and let out a big sigh, I look disgusting, literally dirty. I really do need to freshen up.. you wash your face but after you do you randomly burst out into tears, I look so fucking disgusting *how does Chris even like me?* You question yourself. Not even a few seconds later you are already sitting down on the bathroom floor drowning in your thoughts, you have so many questions you can’t answer and no one else can.

you get up after drowning in your thoughts again, you look at the time. ‘FUUUCK’ you say pretty loud, ‘how is that even possible’ you realize you’ve been just zoning out for about 5 minutes.. *wait didn’t Chris say he was in 5 minutes here?*

* the bell rings *

‘ON MY WAY’ you yell from the other side of the house, you quickly run down the stairs and almost trip, *my clumsy ass can’t ever go somewhere without tripping* that thought makes you giggle a bit. You make the front door open as fast as you can, ‘hi baby,’ you say really dry reminding yourself what you look like rn. Chris hugs you as tight as possible, and gives you a soft kiss on your head. ‘Hi my love’ he looks down at you with a concerned look ‘how are you doing?’ ‘Meh’ you say dry, you don’t know what to say, you fully ghosted your boyfriend for 4 fucking days + you probably smell like shit. ‘Should we relax baby?, I’ll run you a bath for you, so you can really relax okay?’ ‘That’s okay’ You say quietly, you are so embarrassed for how you look like, and probably smell like shit.

Chris is already walking to the bathroom and looking back at you with a warm smile you missed so much, you give him the smallest smile back what you already kinda feel bad about, he sees that you feel uncomfortable and little bit embarrassed. He fully turns around and walks back to you and gives you another hug and a passionate kiss on your lips. He lifts your chin up and looks into your eyes and says ‘I don’t care how you think you look like okay? you will always be beautiful in my eyes’ he gives you another kiss on your head and grabs your arm and takes you to the bathroom.

He turns on the hot water and lets the bathtub run with a nice temperature, you sit on the toilet waiting while Chris is really busy trying to take care of everything. You can’t help but just stare at the boyfriend you’ve been looking for you intire life. He was almost done and looked to the side with the sight of you already looking at him, the noise of running bath water comforts the silence in some kind of way. ‘What are you looking at’ he giggles, ‘I just can’t believe I have you right in front of me.’ It stays quiet for about a minute with you two just staring at each other, he comes up to you and gives you that comforting kiss on your head again. When the silence finally stops he looks at you and at the bath, ‘oh fuck’ the water in the bathtub is almost overflowing. You suddenly start laughing at the sight of your boyfriend trying to fix the almost overflowing bath, you start giggling.

After a few minutes he has everything set up, the only thing you needed was your clothes. You get insecure just by the thought of him seeing your room, you get up really quick. Chris catches your stressed look, ‘y/n you okay?’ You start violently sobbing out of no where. Chris comes up to you and hugs you and shushes you ‘shh it’s okay baby’ he looks down at you, ‘do you wanna tell me what’s wrong or has being going on?’ ‘Chris i-im sorry I have no idea what’s going on, I’m g-genuinely fucked up. Everything is a mess, I’m a-a mess I look like shit my room looks like shit’ you are almost choking from sobbing and from trying to explain the horrible thoughts ‘and you are so sweet for me and I feel like I don’t deserve this and’- he interrupts you, ‘you are okay, you are loved and I’m here I don’t give shit about what your room looks like or anything in that kind of situation. All I care about is that your doing well.’ He’s looking down at you with his hands on your waist trying to tell you this while you are still violently sobbing. ‘Please just go relax in your beautiful bath I made and I’ll take care of it okay I’ll bring you clothes afterwards, I love you so much y/n.’ Chris has left the bathroom while you finally undress and go into your beautiful made bath.

About 30 minutes Chris comes into the bathroom with a clean hoodie, pyjama pants, bra and some panties, he grabs a big towel and lays it down on the toilet. He looks at you and asks you once again how your doing, while he’s asking this he comes closer and gives you another but yet comforting kiss on your cheek. You smile wide, ‘I’m doing so much better, I’m so glad you came Chris, I love you’ you say once again.

He hasn’t been yapping at all what is surprising you, with that thought slipping into your head you ask him right away. ‘Since when aren’t you yapping?’ You ask him with a little smile on your face, he looks up from his phone with a sarcastic offended look. ‘Since when are you talking during your favorite series?’ He says with a even bigger smile on his face. You are both laughing. About 5 minutes later dying laughing about other things, he started yapping right away about everything that had happened in the last 4 days. God you missed this

Another half hour passes by and you tell Chris you wanted to get out of the bath, he looks up at you with a wide smile, you lift your body up and Chris’ eyes lock right away on your body. You start giggling, he quickly looks up. ‘I-I am sorry you look good’ he says nervously ‘do I make you nervous or something?’ ‘no no I-I just’- you interrupt him with your giggles and asking for the big towel he placed on the toilet a while ago. He gets the towel and helps you dry of and tries to help you get dressed. ‘Chris babe you don’t need to help me get dressed I still have arms and hands you know.’ ‘Oh yeah.. oh wait I need to do something take your time okay?, do your makeup, skincare whatever yeah?’ while he says this he has a suspicious smile on his face, he still knows how to make me really curious.

About a hour passes and in this hour I’ve been hearing things moving, him moving around and popcorn pop.. ‘wait popcorn?’ You run down the stairs and you find him taking the popcorn out of the microwave. He turns around and is in shock when he sees you, ‘y/n oh my god. You look absolutely gorgeous.’ Your cheeks are turning insanely red, he quickly puts the popcorn down on the countertop and almost runs at you giving you kisses all over your body. When he stops he looks at you and gives you one last kiss on your lips. For a while he just keeps looking at you, you flip his hair and look curious behind him. ‘So what are you doinggg..’ he looks behind him also kinda curious completely forgetting what he was doing. ‘Oh yeah yeah wait go back to the bathroom for about 5 minutes I have something for you.’ You loved surprises so you ran to the bathroom again right away.

Five minutes has passed and Chris comes into the bathroom with a blindfold in his hand, you look at the blindfold in his hand. ‘Chris do you seriously have a blindfold?’ You say giggling ‘well yes it’s still a surprise isn’t it?’ he says shrugging his shoulders. Chris finally ties your blindfold on the back of your head, he gives you a little kiss on your lips and grabs your hand and runs out of the bedroom making you almost trip. ‘Chris!!!’ You say giggling, ‘omg I’m so sorry’ he says laughing.

when you two finally make it upstairs with a lot of tripping and falling, Chris stands proudly in front of the door of your room. ‘Take of that stupid blindfold and go look baby!’ You take your blindfold of and you look really confused at Chris’ proud face, he opens the door and your mouth falls open. ‘YOU CLEANED MY WHOLE ROOM WHAT!!’ ‘SURPRISE!!’ He says but he also did something else, you walk further to your clean room and see your whole bed filled with snacks and soda’s. ‘CHRIS WHAT THE FUUUCK!’ He looks at you with the biggest smile you’ve ever seen him with, ‘so should we watch movies then?’ He wants to look over to you but you are already on the bed trying new and eating old favorites. You spend the whole night watching your favorite and his favorite movies until you two fall asleep with your head on his chest.

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dang this took a pretty long fucking time, I really hope you enjoyed this, I will probably make more fanfics in the future lmk what you think about it 🩷

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