#fluffy one shot

[daryltwdixon]

hello dear!! i dont know if your are still taking requests or not, but if do you i would really love to see you write something fluff with a drunk daryl and reader, where he totally forgot that they are dating and just start acting shy and awkward around her, i know its cliche but i really love how you write daryl and think it would be so cute to see something like that written by you😭, but i totally understand if you are busy, i hope you are having a great day!🥰

A drunk Daryl grows uncharacteristically shy around you, forgetting for a moment that you're together.

author notes: I just want to say its not v common for people who are drinking to forget who their s/o's are, but anything for you lolol, enjoy!!! x

thank you for the love!!!

The Alexandria dinner party is louder than usual, laughter spilling out into the quiet night. Someone had insisted on opening the last few bottles of wine, and you watch with amusement as Daryl, leaning against the far wall, swirls the red liquid in his glass like it’s some kind of trap.

“Never took you for a wine guy,” you tease, stepping closer. His eyes dart to yours, and the flush on his face deepens. You figure the alcohol’s working its magic, though Daryl had always been shy about these kinds of things—especially in a crowd.

“Don’t even taste right,” he mutters, setting the glass on a nearby table like it might bite him.

You grin. “Then why drink it?”

He shrugs, glancing at you sideways. The usual ease between you feels a little... off. His gaze flicks to your face, then away again, like he’s avoiding something. You tilt your head, trying to figure out what’s wrong, when his voice breaks the quiet.

“You look real nice tonight.”

The words come out low and shy, almost like he hadn’t meant to say them. You blink, surprised, but before you can respond, he fumbles to add, “Not that ya don’t always, but... I mean, yeah.”

“Daryl,” you say, trying to catch his eye. He’s looking anywhere but at you now, cheeks burning. “Are you okay?”

“‘M fine,” he grumbles, crossing his arms. But the way he shifts on his feet, the nervous way he rubs the back of his neck—it’s not like him. You step closer, studying him, until something clicks.

“Oh my god.” You can’t stop the laugh that bubbles up. “You don’t remember, do you?”

His brows furrow, lips parting in confusion. “Remember what?”

You can’t believe it. “You’re acting like we just met or something.”

Daryl stares at you, his eyes swimming with haze, but he blinks hard, trying to piece it all together. His eyes widen slightly. “Wait... we’re—?”

“Yes, Daryl,” you say, trying to suppress another laugh. “We’re together, at least I thought so,”

The realization hits him like a brick wall. His mouth opens, then closes, and for a second he just stares at you, dumbfounded. “Shit,” he mutters, rubbing a hand over his face. “I—uh... forgot.”

“Obviously,” you tease, stepping even closer until you’re standing right in front of him. “Should I be worried you’re forgetting about me already?”

“Nah,” he says quickly, his voice quiet but insistent. “Just... too much wine. ‘S all.”

You bite your lip, trying not to smile too wide at how bashful he looks. The Daryl you know is rarely this unguarded, and it’s endearing. But as you watch him glance down at you—his face still flushed and his nerves practically visible—you catch something softer in his expression. His hand drifts to the back of his neck again, but this time, a crooked grin follows.

“You’re... somethin’ else,” he murmurs under his breath, almost to himself. “Must be the luckiest som' bitch,”

The words catch you off guard, and warmth blooms in your chest. “Damn right you are,” you say softly, but there’s no teasing in your tone anymore.

His lips twitch, and he finally dares to meet your gaze. “Guess I don’t mind that.”

You smirk, leaning up to press a quick kiss to his cheek. The move makes him freeze for half a second before his face turns a deeper shade of red, but his hand brushes yours in a subtle, almost instinctive gesture. Even drunk, even shy, Daryl Dixon couldn’t hide how much he cared.

“C’mon,” you say, tugging lightly at his hand. “Let’s get you some water before you forget anything else."

[sh4wty18]

request for johnnie

pre-established relationship

reader is a content creator, is close friends with tara, carrington, jake and johnnie, and lives at the guys place with johnnie

reader slept in past their alarm, sleeping in johnnies bed

johnnie and carrington are doing an early morning stream while the reader comes down all groggy and johnnies just being sweet n making sure they slept well

“theres my sweet girl”

and carrington is just being carrington and making everyone on stream fawn and laugh over johnnie and the reader

sleepy.

pairing: johnnie guilbert x reader

summary: based on the request.

cw: fluff, mentions of slut-shaming

word count: 976 + edited

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For the past year, you have been busier than ever. Your career had fully taken off over two years ago– you’re a popular youtuber and streamer. But ever since you and Johnnie had made your relationship public early last year, you were rising to a level of stardom you could barely comprehend. With your new relationship also came new friendships, and collaborating with Johnnie, Jake, Tara, and Carrington fairly often had no doubt helped in boosting your online presence. 

These past few months specifically, ever since you moved in with the guys, have been some of the most stressful yet rewarding months of your life. You were going viral, becoming one of the internet’s biggest “It Girls” along with Tara, but this new lifestyle came at a cost. Constant partying, filming, and promoting content is extremely exhausting. 

Thankfully, your boyfriend has been nothing but supportive. He’s always there to offer words of encouragement, physical affection, flowers… anything you want, really. Your relationship is stronger than ever, and you can’t imagine a better person to experience this life with. Whereas you were relatively new to the whole “internet fame” thing, Johnnie has been in this game for a decade, and knows better than most people how it feels to constantly be scrutinized online. He has been supporting you through every high– and low– of your drastic increase in fame, offering his praises when you were excited and a shoulder to cry on when you were sad. You loved him more than anyone, and you know the feeling couldn’t be more mutual. 

Last night had been a particularly rough night. You were streaming super late with Johnnie in your bedroom, and at one point, someone sent a message slut-shaming you for the outfits you wore, and calling you pretty much every name in the book. Stupid, ugly, unfunny, untalented… They covered all the bases. Usually you were pretty good at letting hate comments roll off your back, but that night you had already been feeling insecure, it was the reason you wanted to go live in the first place– to get some positive attention from your fans. So unsurprisingly, this hate comment was the thing to ruin your night.

You promptly ended the stream, and spent the next hour crying in Johnnie’s arms. He held you, gently stroking your hair, cradling your body against his, whispering affirmations, words of reassurance, and “i love you” into your ears until you finally fell asleep. 

He knew you needed to rest, which was why he didn’t wake you when you slept through your alarm this morning, he simply turned it off, and got up for the day.

You woke up a couple hours later, around noon, and noticed that Johnnie was no longer curled up next to you. You checked the time on your phone, and were shocked at how late you slept. Usually you were awake by ten, and got up to make breakfast for you and Johnnie (he usually sleeps later than you). But today, you were the one sleeping in. You slowly stretched and got out of bed. You heard Johnnie and Carrington laughing down the hall, surely streaming together in Carrington’s room, and you made your way there to say good morning.

You pushed Carrington’s door halfway open and popped your head in. Johnnie sat in Carrington’s gaming chair, laughing at something Carrington said from where he sat on the floor at Johnnie’s feet. 

You wave at Johnnie and groggily say “Morning, guys.”

Johnnie’s face lights up when he sees you, and he reaches his arms out toward you, indicating for you to come sit on his lap.

 “There’s my sweet girl,” he coos in his softest voice as you make your way across the room. Carrington is entertaining his viewers as you sit on Johnnie’s lap, resting on one of his legs and leaning back against his chest. He wraps both arms around your waist, perching his head on your shoulder and turning to face you, “How did you sleep, love?” he asks before kissing your shoulder.

“Really well,” you respond, still a little groggy. “Did you turn my alarm off this morning?”

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I thought you deserved a chance to sleep in. My beautiful girl needs her rest.” He smiles, and you lean in to press a kiss to his lips.

“Don’t apologize baby, I was just wondering,” You say.

“I’m happy you slept good, baby. You know you’re the prettiest girl in the world? Even when you’re still sleepy.” He presses his forehead against yours and smiles before kissing you again.

Carrington turns the camera toward you two, “Awwww look at these lovebirds!! They are just adorable!! Guys comment down below if Johnnie and y/n are your favorite celebrity couple! I know they’re my fave celeb couple, right guys?!” He leans closer to you both and angles the camera so all three of you are in frame. You and Johnnie blush and laugh, while Carrington continues teasing. 

You stay on Johnnie’s lap for the rest of the stream, adding sarcastic comments wherever you see fit, which always elicit a laugh from Johnnie. Carrington is in his own little world, never noticing that Johnnie can’t take his eyes off you. He keeps planting little kisses all along your shoulder and nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck. He wasn’t usually one to be so PDA on a live stream, but he knew you had had a bad night, and he wanted to make sure your morning was so good you forgot all about the nasty comment from last night. 

You turn your head toward him, kissing his cheek and then his mouth before you smile softly at each other. You love and appreciate him so much, but you know you don’t need to say it. He understands. He always will.

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the first of many of the johnnie request i've received! i'm so excited to write more johnnie fics, all your requests are so good :)

[samandcolbyownme]

fall/halloween season with sam .. you two make each other boo baskets. you put your positive pregnancy test in his. just super fluffy pleaseee. maybe they tell colby and at the end an knstagram announcement? Maybe even at christmas or valentines day? 🤭

PS: I‘m a sucker for your (pregnancy) stories! I love them!

I literally love this idea! I’m trying to get out as many spooky/ fluff Halloween theme one shots that I can!

Warnings: mostly fluff, anxious reader, pregnancy

Word Count: 1.2k | unedited

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“Hey babe!” You walk upstairs to where Sam is working on editing a video, “I’ll be back, I’m running to target quick.”

He spins around, giving you a smile, “What are you going there for?”

You smile, “Um, stuff.”

“What stuff?” He pulls you into his lap and you sigh, “If I tell you, it won’t be a surprise now would it?”

“Ahh, I see.” He pecks your cheek, “Don’t forget, Colby and Malia are coming over for dinner.”

“Oh right, I forgot about that. Sorry, I’ve had a lot on my mind lately.” You lean in, pressing your lips to his, “I’ll be back in plenty of time, I promise.”

He smiles and kisses you again, “I love you.”

You smile, “I love you.”

You steal one more kiss before you get up and walk downstairs to grab your keys. You head out to your car and make your way to Target.

On the drive there, your nerves were getting the best of you.

Do I want to tell him tonight? I totally forgot they were coming over. Would that be too much? Sam would want to tell Colby right away? Right?

You let out a sigh as you pull into a parking stall. You get out and lock your car as you walk towards the store.

You grab a cart, setting your bag in the seat part and you start your shopping. You were here to make Sam a little Boo Basket for Halloween.

You kept seeing them all over, and Sam definitely deserves one, but only, there would be small twist with this one.

You picked out a cute basket, along with some candy and a cute Halloween themed blanket that was super soft.

You grabbed a small thing of cookies and a mug with an S on it, oh you were so excited.

On your way to check out, you grabbed some more small Halloween theme things and tossed them in and made your way to pay.

Once you got out to the car, you put it all together and dug in your purse for the main surprise - your positive pregnancy test.

You moved the socks and laid it down on the black and orange crinkled confetti. Covering it back up with the socks and pushing everything over so it wouldn’t be noticed right away.

You texted Sam that you were on your way home, and started to drive.

As you grew closer to the house, you kept taking slow breathes to control your anxiety.

You and Sam have spoken about kids before, but not this soon.

You got out and walked around to grab the basket, carrying it up the steps to the house. As you open the door, you called out for him, “Sam! Where are you?”

“Kitchen.” He responds, “Do I need to close my eyes?”

You let out a laugh, as you close the door, “Yes please. That would be great!” You took one last deep breath before pushing the door to the kitchen open and smiling as you seen him standing there with his hands over his eyes.

“Give me one second.” You say as you sit the basket down. You make sure what you want hidden is hidden and you step back, your arms extending out towards the basket, “Okay, you can look.”

He opens his eyes and you smile, “Ta-da!”

He smiles and looks over the basket before looking at you, “I had a feeling this is what you were doing, so..” he bends down and comes back up with a boo basket for you, “I thought a head.”

“Oh Sam.” You lay your hand over your mouth, “You actually got me a boo basket?”

He nods, sliding it across the counter to you, “I sure did.” He wraps his arms around you and kisses your head, “Thank you, baby.”

“Thank you.” You look up at him and he looks down at you, pecking your lips before he steps back and rubs his hands together, “Let’s see what we got here, huh?”

You nervously pick at your basket, trying to act all cool, and nonchalant, but your hands were shaking like there was no tomorrow.

You hid them in the basket, turning stuff towards you as you pretend to look over at it.

You glance over, watching Sam pull out some of the stuff and smell the candle that was tucked in there, “I think I got you the same one, babe.”

You look at the candle in your basket and you laugh, “You did.”

“Do we know each other or what?” He laughs and continues to look through, his whole body freezing when he gets to the stuck in the bottom, “Y/n?”

“Yeah?” You slowly turn towards him, and you can feel the color draining out of you.

“What- are you..” he lifts the stick and his eyes light up, “We’re having a baby?” He looks over at you and you nod, your voice low, “We’re having a baby.”

He lunges towards you, lifting you up as he buries his face into your neck, “Oh my god.” He holds onto you, and you hear him sniffle, “I love you.”

You wrap your arms tighter around his neck, “I love you. I was so scared to tell you.”

“You don’t..” he sets you down, cupping your cheeks, “You don’t ever have to be scared to tell me anything, especially something like this.”

He kisses you and looks down at the test on the counter, “We have a little boo coming soon.” He looks back at you and you smile, “We do have a little boo coming soon.”

“Can we tell Colby? Is it okay that we do? I know it’s best to wait, but-“

“Yes, baby. We can tell Colby.” You smile, pulling him in for another kiss, “I figured you’d want to, and I have absolutely no problem with it whatsoever.”

“I love you.” He peppers your cheek with kisses, “You have no idea.”

You smile, laughing slightly at the kisses, “I love you, so much.”

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You knew Sam was trying so hard to refrain from blurting the news he received today to Colby.

He was super excited. It’s all he talked about while the two of you made dinner for tonight.

“Y/n.” Colby tilts his head, “Can I ask you something?”

You nod, leaning forward to rest your arms on the table, “What’s up?”

“Why are we the only ones having wine with our dinner?” He raises a brow and you laugh slightly, “I guess I’m just not in a drinking mood tonight.”

“Mm, why’s that?” Colby smirks and you look at Sam, giving him a nod and not even a second later, Sam has a big smile on his face and the words are rolling off of his lips, “Y/n is pregnant.”

“Oh my god!” Colby stands straight up and immediately goes to Sam, “Congrats, man!” Sam stands up and Colby pulls him in for a hug, “I’m so happy for you guys!”

Malia looks at you with a smile, “Congratulations, y/n. Do you know how far along you are?”

You shrug, “I have an appointment next week, so I’m guessing somewhere in the early to mid first trimester? Something like that?”

“I want ultrasound pictures! I’m so excited. Now I have a reason to shop.” She laughs and Colby nods in agreement, “You’re damn right we do!”

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Thank you so much for reading! I love you all so much! I’ll catch you in the next one!

Likes and reblogs are majorly appreciated!

[misafiryanki]

Rain & crowd - Bakugo x reader

The rain pelted down in relentless sheets, drumming on the rooftops and turning the streets into rivers of glistening asphalt. It wasn’t a gentle drizzle but a relentless downpour that seemed to come out of nowhere.

Bakugo Katsuki hated crowds. He hated the suffocating press of bodies, the chaotic noise, and the sense of entrapment it brought. But more than that, Bakugo hated the rain. It made him feel sluggish. The way it soaked into his skin and made his clothes cling to him - it grated on his nerves like nothing else.

You had known him for years. The explosive temper, the relentless drive, the fierce independence - all hallmarks of the person he was. But today, something was different. You could see it in the way his eyes darted through the crowd, the subtle but unmistakable clench of his jaw.

You tried to keep up with his brisk pace, your heart pounding not just from the exertion but from the tension radiating off him.

"Bakugo, slow down," you called out, struggling to match his long strides.

He barely acknowledged you, his focus entirely on the sea of people around him. The air was thick with the scent of street food and the sounds of laughter and music.

“Kacchan, wait up!” you called, struggling to keep your umbrella from turning inside out as the wind picked up.

He didn’t stop, didn’t even look back, but you knew he heard you. He always did.

The plan had been simple - pick up a few supplies from the market and head back. But with the weather turning and the crowds growing thicker, it was becoming a nightmare. You knew Bakugo was on edge, his dislike for crowds almost as intense as his hatred for rain.

When you finally caught up to him, he was standing at the edge of the market, eyes scanning the bustling scene with a mixture of frustration and disdain. His usually fiery gaze was clouded, as if the weather had seeped into his very soul, dulling the spark.

“Bakugo,” you said gently, touching his arm.

He flinched at the contact but didn’t pull away. “We can come back another time. It’s not worth it. The weather is awful."

He shook his head, jaw set stubbornly. “No. We’re here. Let’s just get this over with.”

You sighed, knowing that arguing would get you nowhere.

Together, you plunged into the throng, the noise and movement pressing in from all sides.

Bakugo’s posture was tense, his muscles coiled like a spring ready to snap. Without warning, he stopped, causing you to nearly collide with his back. He turned to you, his eyes sharp and wild. "Oi, move up," he muttered, his voice low and strained.

You stayed close to him.

As the rain began to fall harder, the market became a sea of umbrellas, each one a tiny barrier separating you from the rest of the world. It was almost claustrophobic, the way the colors blurred together, the way the sounds of chatter and rain mixed into a cacophony that set your teeth on edge.

Bakugo’s hand brushed against yours, and you felt the tension in his fingers. Without thinking, you reached out and took his hand in yours. His grip was strong, almost painful, but you didn’t let go.

“Just to stay together,” you informed him casually, hoping he wouldn’t push your hand away.

And for a moment, you thought he might. His pride was a formidable barrier, one that rarely allowed for weakness or vulnerability. But today something gave way. He held onto your hand, his grip firm but steady.

You moved through the market like this, hand in hand, navigating the stalls and the people with a newfound sense of purpose.

Bakugo’s palm was rough, calloused from countless battles and relentless training. It was a warrior’s hand, one that had faced the world head-on and come out scarred. Holding it felt like holding onto a live wire, the intensity of his suppressed energy almost tangible.

It wasn’t until you reached a quieter corner, away from the main throng, that Bakugo finally spoke. “I hate this,” he muttered, almost to himself. “I hate the rain, and I hate these damn fucking crowds.”

You squeezed his hand, offering silent support. “I know. Me too."

He looked at you then, and you saw the storm in his eyes. It was a tempest of emotions, raw and unfiltered, a rare glimpse into the heart of someone who had spent so long building walls around himself.

“Thanks,” he uttered quietly, the word almost lost in the sound of the rain as he brushed the top of your palm with his calloused thumb.

But you heard it, and it was enough. "No problem."

Together, you made your way back to the dorm, the rain and the crowd fading into the background. And throughout the entire journey, he never let go of your hand.

[paddockbunny]

Rest & Recuperation

Summary: After Daniel's last F1 race, he catches a bit of the blues so you decide to help begin to help him pick himself back up again. Pairing : Daniel Ricciardo x Reader Rating : 16+ (see Trigger Warnings) Word Count: <2,000 Trigger Warnings : Fluffy BUT laced with an undercurrent of smut, language, mentions of sex, descriptions of bodies & slight sad Daniel vibes Song Inspiration : Crimson & Clover - The Shacks (cover)

And as he lounged outside by the fire pit drinking his third glass of wine you slunk off to run a bath. The thing was, Daniel had been trying so hard to stay positive about his situation that you could see how it began to physically and mentally drain him. During his career he wanted to be everything to everyone. And giving all of himself to people over the years had really brought him very little. Now that the metaphorical music had stopped, you realised how he was struggling to pick himself back up and had been making sure he knew you weren’t just there for him, you wanted to share his burden and take some of the load off him so he could rebuild and be even stronger than before.

You sat on the edge of the bathtub and poured in a little of this and a little of that. A little bit of salts, a little oil, a little bubbles. And then made sure the water was a nice soothing temperature before turning off the tap and going back outside to fetch him. You held your hand out and captured his mocha brown eyes with yours. “Come with me…” you lulled and he motioned toward his glass. You wanted to be his salvation, not wine. So you shook your head and playfully pulled him to his feet with a coltish whine of his name.

As you trailed him back into his home and toward the bathroom, you remembered what your end goal was tonight. Before, when he was racing, you only had to look at him a certain way and he was hard and very, very willing. But now he didn’t seem particularly interested in sex at all so you had been making an extra special effort to entice him and tonight was one of those efforts. When you reached the bathroom, Daniel was met with the bathtub, the low lighting from the candles and the gentle music that was playing over the bathroom speaker and you saw the look on his face and registered that he knew you were trying to be romantic. Which you ran with his realisation and slowly pulled him out of his top to further the idea in his head.

Finally, with the pair of you undressed, you were the first to enter the bathtub. Tentatively stepping in before him and slowly lowering yourself under the water. “You’ll have to lean forward…” he stared down at you and made a sweeping motion with his hand. But you simply shook your head, you weren’t allowing him to play big spoon today. This wasn’t about you. “I’ll crush you.” He said when you pulled your legs apart so he got the hint that he was very much going to be the one being looked after tonight. A role change that he had never succumbed to before. But with a long, slightly unsure sigh, he did as you requested. And you couldn’t help but admire him as he followed you into the tub. His gentle, slim legs tensed as he stepped in. Giving you a mere fleeting glimpse of the tattoos you happened to love. Then you settled on his cute, rather peachy butt that he knew you were staring at so told you to stop, mockingly stating he was getting self conscious. So as he lowered himself down into the water your gaze travelled up his muscular back and how his firm arms flexed at his movement. You had always heard you should call a man handsome, Adonis like or burly but Daniel had such a softness, a slight delicateness to his body that you felt comfortable calling him beautiful. You got to see the most of it after all, you had a right to call his body beautiful if you wanted too. He leaned back slowly and your hands ran over his shoulders as he let go of a sigh that sounded like he had been holding on to for months let alone the past few minutes.

You didn’t need to talk. It wasn’t about talking. It was about feeling and Daniel’s head rolled back to rest upon your small shoulder signalled he was relaxing and indeed indulging in the feeling which meant you could too. You watched as his shoulders began to drop, his breathing calmed and his eyes closed as he let the mood capture him. You drank this moment in and basked in it.

As the time drifted on you came to the realisation that you had succeeded in calming his mind for him but the sudden fire burning away down in the pit of your stomach was hard to ignore. You burned for him like no one else on earth and seeing the grooves of his tight, taught abdomen over his shoulder were driving you insane. It was a desperation like you had never known and you were hopelessly needy. The thought truly crossed your mind that this had been a mistake when his hands began to run up and down your shins. You couldn’t bare to get all worked up only for him to end up in bed fast asleep a short time later - like he had done twice this week already. And as he began to touch you a shaky, unsteady breath caught in your throat. And you knew instantly there was no way he hadn’t heard.

“You like that baby?” His voice was laced with an already knowing tone. “Don’t be such a tease, Daniel.” You whispered back and he chose not too listen to you, he simply kept going. His gentle fingertips glided along your flesh under the water and to get him back you started playing with his curls. “Touché!” He clucked and you saw a very genuine, honest smile appear on his mouth. It was one you had been missing as of late so it gave you this overwhelming feeling you weren’t sure you could cope with. You wished you could take the memory of the last two years away from him and he could stay in this bliss you had made for him.

As the water started to cool the pair of you didn’t even want to leave the safety of the bathtub. It was a now a place of solace and comfort. You felt happy that you had managed to relax him and calm his busy mind. He got out first and as he wrapped a heated towel around his waist he turned and watched as you pulled yourself up out of the water. He was observing the water trickling down your flesh and drinking in your naked body.

“Hmmmm….” He sounded more confused than anything else and you were all set to pout when suddenly you were in the air, body over his shoulder effortlessly. You couldn’t help but let out a squeal of pure delighted unexpectedness. From your upside down view you could see he was carrying you out of the bathroom and directly over toward his large, oversized bed. It was when he chucked you down on it, totally naked, still wet and completely exposed to him that an overwhelming buzzing feeling took over your whole body. And as he hungrily gazed down at you, you realised that thing that had been missing from him for the past while was very much present. It was fire. Passion. Lust.

With a slight moan leaving your lips you sighed for him when his hands roamed over your body. He drew his large palms down your sides, thumbs grazing your all too alert nipples and continued caressing downwards. You were torn between watching his hands and watching his eyes as he seemed to bask in the moment, but you eventually chose to keep your gaze on his gorgeous face and let yourself get turned on by how he was looking at you. His hands trailed down your hips. Momentarily pausing to grip them a little harder and you could practically see the memories flood back to him of all the fingertip styled bruisers he had left on this part of your skin on various occasions. Next it was your thighs - which again had been littered with Daniel shaped bruises many, many times - but he simply used his position on them now to split them apart so he could finally lay down between them. Your inner thighs burned a little to accommodate to his body. It had been a while since Daniel had felt up for sex so with the action your muscles ached a little when he stretched them. And as he connected his mouth to yours (finally) you felt how hard he was as he ground against your core. The only barrier coming from the towel he had wrapped around his hips after your romantic seduction technique had worked. With butterflies already fluttering away madly in your stomach you could feel how badly you physically burned for him. Desperation took on a very real meaning. Deep inside of you you wanted to be utterly consumed by him and the feelings only he could provide you with. You felt him smirking against the soft flesh of your neck as a stifled sigh escaped your parted mouth.

“What do you want baby?” His voice so deep and low that it reached straight between your thighs and sent a pulsating ache straight to your core. And your next words left left you shakily as you were practically panting for him. You had never spoken truer words than the ones that rolled off your tongue and you knew how much they would delight and ignite him;

“You, Daniel. I just want you….”

[swordsandarrows]

Golden Light

Fluffy bkdk one shot. No cw's. 1,064 words.

Available to read on AO3 if you'd prefer ♡

It was one of those rare mornings when Izuku woke, the bed was still warm. The other half still occupied by the silently breathing blond.

Izuku wasted no time turning over, propping himself momentarily on an elbow. The soft glow of a barely risen sun snuck through the slats of haphazardly closed curtains covering the window opposite the bed, allowing emerald eyes to take in the glorious gift beside him. The rays cast streaks of gold across pale skin, igniting stray strands of messy platinum with soft copper tones, and highlighting the near-invisible dusting of chest hair across sculpted pecs.

The arm closest to Izuku was partially stretched out - bent at the elbow, forearm hidden beneath the pillow cushioning the blond’s head. The position made his bicep bulge, beautifully displaying each divot between hardened muscle, while revealing the strips of serratus leading toward the broad curve of his lat spread against the mattress.

It had been nearly four years of drinking in the sight of waking up next to Katsuki, but Izuku didn't think he'd ever tire of it. How could he when the blond was the most incredible creature to ever walk this Earth, and Izuku got to call him his? His Kacchan.

Sometimes, especially in moments like these, it still felt surreal. Like Izuku would suddenly wake up and realize the past four years had been nothing but a fever dream. That he was still in a coma after the war and this Kacchan was nothing more than a figment of his imagination.

Rather than dwell on the negative thought process, the greenette took advantage of Katsuki’s position and carefully maneuvered himself to where he knew all too well he fit like a puzzle piece. Face tucked in the nook between Katsuki’s jaw and shoulder, chest nestled against his side, an arm across the blond’s chest, and a leg hooked on his hip.

Izuku couldn't help but to inhale deeply, relishing in Kacchan’s intoxicating scent of something akin to burnt sugar with a distinct natural spice entwined. He filled his lungs with the sweet musk, nuzzling his face more securely against the satin-soft skin on the expanse of Katsuki’s neck, his heart palpitating with the onslaught of emotion that rapidly filled him.

The hand Izuku had across Katsuki’s chest traced over the length of his collarbone to his shoulder, and down his arm. Committing every bump, curve, and scar to memory over and over again despite how well he already knew every inch of his explosive partner. Izuku dragged his finger tips back up, retracing his path before letting them ghost over the slightly puckered scar beneath his collar, and finally to the broad patch of marred skin in the center of his chest. They were scars that Katsuki wore proudly in a show of protectiveness toward Izuku - something he liked to put on display as a reminder of just how far the blond was willing to go to protect what he cared for. Who he cared for.

Izuku’s heart strained almost painfully in his chest as the love and adoration swelled once again. He would protect Kacchan with his life a million times over, for as long as he was still breathing. He swore it, swore it, swore it.

A large, calloused, searing hot hand suddenly covered Izuku’s own. “Oi, nerd, quit huffing on me like a fucking gluehead. Shit tickles.” Katsuki’s voice was rough with sleep, but his gravelly tone held nothing but affection.

“Sorry, Kacchan. Didn't mean to wake you.” Izuku adjusted, settling his cheek in the concave of Katsuki’s shoulder where it was particularly pillowy with muscle. He hooked his thumb over the blond’s knuckles, squeezing a fraction tighter.

Katsuki grunted in response, maneuvering the arm Izuku was partially laying on to lazily drag his fingers through soft green curls.

“I didn't know you had today off, too.” Izuku spoke again after a beat of silence, relishing in the way Kacchan’s deft fingers carded through his hair, nails scratching pleasantly against his scalp every so often.

“Thought it’d be a nice surprise, or some shit. It feels balls early, go back to sleep. You've got all day to stare at me, or whatever creepy shit you've been doin’.” Despite his words, Kacchan’s hand never stalled on the greenette’s head.

Izuku couldn't help the blush that heated his face. Kacchan wanted to surprise me! God, I love him, I love him, Ilovehimlovehimlovehim - Kacchan always wanted to surprise him, really, but it never got old. The blond knew him better than he knew himself, of course, so it didn’t take that much effort to catch Izuku off guard.

Doing a last minute shift switch to get an impromptu day off together. Izuku coming home after a particularily rough patrol to a candlelit bathroom, the tub filled and steaming hot with his favourite eucalyptus scented bubble bath, a glass of his favourite “disgustingly sweet, I don’t fucking know how you drink that shit” white wine already waiting on the edge. A particularly pleasing breakfast item that would make an appearance once in a blue moon that would have Izuku doing a happy dance in his seat (“Calm down, Tickle-Me-Hawks-ass-nerd. It’s just a crepe.”). An in-box, limited edition piece of All Might merch Izuku didn’t have with a bouquet of green roses, adorned with an orange ribbon waiting for him on the kotatsu. A new notebook and a pack of those super nice glidy pens. The list was endless.

There was just so much Kacchan did to surprise him, and no matter how mundane (like the time Kacchan bought that particular shampoo Izuku mentioned he liked the scent of like, maybe once, in passing) he still couldn’t help but to respond as if Katsuki had literally given him the moon. He may as well have, because everyday Izuku woke up and was reminded that Kacchan was the other half of their “Wonder Duo”, that they lived together and shared a bed, that Kacchan was his boyfriend, his partner, his everything - it was like being gifted the moon over and over again.

A smile spread across Izuku’s face as he nuzzled his cheek against Katsuki’s soft skin, a faint murmur of, “Kacchan sugoi,” escaping his lips.

The man in question squeezed Izuku where he held him, a small smile of his own tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Such a damned nerd.”

[fearlesstigerquotev]

Itto the Irresistible Beetle Battler

Notes: Fluffy oneshot. Established relationship between Itto and Y/N. A swarm of trained ladybugs VS a beetle sounded funnier in my head. masterlist

Scratching casually at his chin, Itto grinned impishly at Y/N from his perch atop the wooden post, legs dangling. "What fresh calamity have you brought upon me now, Itto?" said Y/N with an exaggerated long-suffering sigh, though her lips curved in a half smile.     

"Just a little entertainment for this Oni!" he said cheerfully, throwing his arms wide. "You can't refuse a friendly competition between rivals-turned-lover, can you?"

Y/N arched a brow, arms crossing as she shifted her weight onto one hip. "More like you needing an ego boost after losing the last five times in a row," she replied.    

Throwing back his head, Itto let out a booming laugh that glinted off his myriad earrings. Then he fixed Y/N with an exaggerated look of injury, placing a hand over his heart in a dramatic gesture. "Must you wound me so?" he said. "I assure you, this time I have trained my little beetle warrior well! They will crush your ladybugs into glittering powder!"      

Shifting her stance, Y/N smirked. "Is that so?" she replied. "My ladybugs happen to be in top form. I doubt your 'warriors' stand a chance."

Hopping down from the post in one nimble movement, striding towards Y/N, Itto scoffed. "How dare you doubt the mighty Oni beetle horde!" he said gesticulating enthusiastically. "They will swarm over your ladybugs like a plague, crushing them underfoot!"                     

Throwing back her head, Y/N laughed, the chiming sound like bells."You do love the sound of your own voice, don't you?" she said. "But today, I shall defeat your ego once and for all!"

The battlefield was drawn in the dirt, a perfect circle. The cages were placed at opposite ends, lids removed.   

Itto's rhinoceros beetle charged forward, mandibles snapping fiercely as it tried to latch onto one of Y/N's ladybugs. The ladybug darted nimbly to the side, then swarmed up the rhino beetle's long horn. The huge beetle bucked and snapped its pincers, trying to dislodge the tiny ladybug clinging to its armor-plated back, but the ladybug held fast. 

More ladybugs joined the fray, crawling all over the rhino beetle, pinching its joints, and nibbling at its antennae. The rhino beetle swung its horn from side to side, knocking ladybugs to the ground only for more to take their place. The slash and clatter of beetle carapaces colliding filled the air, along with the zing of ladybug wings darting in for attack then zipping away again. 

The rhino beetle flailed and thrashed, growing more frenzied, as a tide of ladybug crimson swarmed over its green armor. Finally, with a shudder, the mighty beetle crashed to the dirt, legs twitching in defeat. The victorious ladybugs fluttered into the air in a cloud of red and black, winging triumphantly around Y/N's head before landing back in their cage.           

Y/N had triumphed gloriously.                                  

With an exaggerated roar, Itto kicked the dirt in mock anguish. "Bested by ladybugs again?! The honour of Onis is lost!"  

'But you already know I always let you win on purpose, Y/N.'

Giggling, Y/N tapped her foot impatiently. "And what about my prize, Itto?"                              

Sheepishly rubbing his neck, Itto offered, "T-Takoyaki?"

Y/N responded with an elegant eyebrow raise and scoff. "Think again."

Anxiety crossed Itto's face. "Then, uh, whatever my champion desires?"   

A mischievous smile lit up Y/N's face like dawn. "Kiss me."                

Itto beamed, his earrings jingling as he sprang up, embracing Y/N tenderly. He pressed soft kisses to her knuckles, like whispers of love.

'You always ask for the best requests, Y/N.'

Y/N laughed softly, wrapping arms around his neck and pulling him into a sweet kiss. Grinning as they parted, Itto suggested breathlessly, "Next time, let's skip straight to the kissing!"                      

Y/N tapped his nose playfully. "And skip all the fun?"

Itto pulled her close, whispering. "Our fun has just begun, my champion!"

Y/N kissed him once more. "In that case, the matches recommence tomorrow. But for now, I claim my prize..."

And pulled him into another loving kiss.

[freesia-writes]

I haven't watched TBB yet but I've been spoiled but not as much. I'm also not gonna be able to watch S3 yet because I need to finish TCW, but I have been so so so so so very massively in love with Wrecker ;///////;. I gave up rushing so I'm gonna just gonne binge on all the fluffy Wrecker fics for Happy Hearts Month ♥.

May I please have a Wrecker x Reader fic where:

Reader and Wrecker were supposed to meet either for a date or something and Reader is late so Wrecker ate what he was supposed to give to Reader because idk maybe he's anxious or worried? It can be cookies, cupcakes, chocolates, a cake — anything sweet.

And maybe Reader did the same? Ate what she was supposed to give Wrecker and when they met they just both realize they did the same thing cause there'd be crumbs or something and sjdlaksjdlkajdlkajdakljdalkd.

Just over all feel good wholesomeness. I don't mind any flirting or slight nsfw, but bear hugs and all over kisses from Wrecker would b suuuuuuperrrrrrrrr adorbs!

Maybe a second date vibe?

Only if you can, pretty please and thank you ♥. Sorry if it's too much!

I can't wait for you to get to enjoy the series! I kinda took this in a sliiiiightly different direction for funsies. ;) Dividers by @stars-n-spice from this post here!

Wrecker x GN Reader

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No content warnings

The air in the bustling corridors of the base buzzed with anticipation as you hurried toward your meeting spot with Wrecker. Your heart raced with excitement, eager to spend time with the big-hearted clone who had captured your attention. You’d spent extra time getting ready, wanting to make a good impression, as it was still only your second date. It had been a surprising few weeks that you’d been able to be stationed on the same base, catching little conversations with him when his squad was on site for a few days before being shipped off again, and the romance had blossomed immediately. 

You’d been so shocked and delighted at his willingness to pursue something, having assumed he’d make excuses or find it entirely unattainable for someone in his position. But your first date had been so simple, so sweet… You were blown away and entirely infatuated from then on, and you had to wait another few weeks for Clone Force 99 to return. 

So when you were finally able to greet him with a beaming smile, immediately finding yourself wrapped in his unmatched, delightfully warm hug upon his return, you’d made plans immediately for a second date, excited for the convenient upcoming holiday that celebrated love and romance in all its forms. 

Rounding the corner, you spotted Wrecker standing there, a hopeful look in his eyes. He looked so dapper, you thought you would burst with joy. He’d found some basic cargo pants and was still wearing his black shirt, but he’d added some kind of sport coat that looked two sizes too small, yet gave him an adorably debonair appearance. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight of him, and you quickened your pace, eager to close the distance between you. 

But as you approached, you couldn't help but notice the guilty expression on Wrecker's face, immediately sending you into a spiral of overthinking.  Confusion flickered across your features as you came to a stop in front of him.

"Hi!” you said, trying to be nonchalant. But his reaction evoked the true question out of you. “What… Erm… Something wrong?" you asked, your brow furrowing in concern.

Wrecker's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he shuffled awkwardly on his feet. "Uh, well, you see... I had a real special treat for you… Something I found at a food cart outside the base. It was so fancy…" he admitted sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. You smiled at his irresistible charm.

“Well what’s wrong with that?” you said playfully, gently grazing a hand up and down the outside of his arm. 

“I ate it,” he blurted, slowly lifting his eye to yours with an expression of shame and a touch of mischief.

Your eyes widened in surprise. "You ate it?" you repeated, your tone a mixture of amusement and disbelief.

"Yeah, I, uh, got nervous and... it looked really good," Wrecker confessed, his cheeks turning an even deeper shade of red.

A laugh bubbled up from your lips as you reached out to gently pat Wrecker's arm. "It's okay, Wrecker. I'm sure whatever it was, it was delicious," you reassured him with a warm smile. “And that’s kind of adorable,” you confessed, blushing yourself as his jaw dropped and his eyebrows rose. “Besides, dinner with you IS the treat,” you snickered.

Wrecker's expression brightened at your understanding, his heart swelling with gratitude. "Thanks... You're the best," he said earnestly.

With a shared chuckle, you fell into step beside each other, the awkwardness of the moment melting away in the warmth of your easy camaraderie. As you walked, you couldn't help but sneak glances at Wrecker, marveling at the way his eyes sparkled with life and his smile lit up the room.

Before long, you found yourselves at a quaint little café nestled in a corner of the nearby town, the scent of freshly baked pastries wafting through the air. Wrecker held the door open for you with a gallant flourish, a proud grin on his face as he ushered you inside. As you settled into a cozy booth by the window, your cheeks almost hurt from smiling when he squeezed onto the cushy bench seat beside you instead of sitting across from you.

“This alright?” he asked with a grin. 

“Heck yes,” you quipped, and the way he rested his broad palm on your knee as you considered your menu made your heart skip a beat. So polite, so comforting, so protective… All in a single touch? How did you get so lucky… Conversation flowed freely as you considered your options, ordering a few different things to share between the two of you. 

Hours passed, with a hearty dinner followed by some little bites of dessert and some hot coffees to finish the whole thing off, and you found yourself stuffed, warm, and unbelievably content as you leaned against his side. He’d just finished a detailed description of a mission that had gotten steadily more wild as it went on, and by the end you didn’t even know if it was an entirely true story. But it didn’t matter; you were in heaven and would weasel the truth out of him later if needed. 

You finished with a walk back to the base, taking the long way around and sharing some gum that the restaurant had given you along with your bill. You blew bubbles, snuck gazes at each other side to side, and meandered slowly. The conversation dwindled a little, leaving a comfortable silence that stretched until you reached the door where you would part ways. 

You stopped, slowly turning to face him with a demure look on your face. It felt like a dream that you didn’t want to wake up from, and he opened his arms to invite you into another hug that conjured up every warm, happy moment you’d ever had. A sigh fell from your lips as you leaned into his chest, shifting your bag back over your shoulder as it swung forward to whack him in the hip.

“This was really fun, Wrecker,” you said earnestly, pulling away only a little bit, leaving your arms around his hips.

“It was a blast!” he exclaimed, resting a hand on each of your shoulders. “Can we do it again?”

“Yes please!” you giggled. “Right now?”

“I wish!” He joined you in laughter, gently rubbing up and down the outside of your arms with polite affection. “Tomorrow? We should have some time after exercises.”

“Absolutely.” With another ill-disguised sigh, you started to pull away, slowly turning to take your own path home for the evening. 

“Hey, um…” he called, and you bounded back to face him without a thought to how quickly you moved. 

“Yes?” you asked, unabashedly eager.

“Do you… uh…” He definitely wasn’t looking for any excuse to keep conversing with you. “Do you have a tissue or somethin for my gum? The flavor has been gone for a long time now.”

“Of course,” you laughed, swinging your bag back over your shoulder and rummaging around absently. You felt the corner of a napkin, lost in his puppy-dog eyes, and pulled it as hard as you could… producing… with a flourish… a shower of chocolate crumbs that would have caught anyone’s attention as they scattered in a puff from your hand all over the ground. “Oh! Uhh… That’s… That’s nothing,” you spluttered suddenly.

Wrecker tilted his head, interest piqued now at how quick you were to deflect. 

“Oh?” he said quietly, a little gleam appearing in his eye.

“Here… Here’s your tissue!” you said, flushing bright red.

“Come on,” he insisted, drawing closer and bending down playfully. “What’s the secret of the napkin…” You fumbled for words, shaking the rest of the crumbs out of the napkin and about to begin when he gasped. “Wait! Nooo…”

Did he seriously figure it out? He couldn’t have…

“Did you…” He paused to giggle. “Did you have a snack in here?”

“Maybe…” you said slowly.

“Was it something you were going to bring for me?” 

“Mayyyybe…” you smiled, covering your face with a hand.

“And you ate it?!” The final piece of the puzzle was laid into place in a delightful exclamation, joy brightening his face as your reaction confirmed his guess. “Oh ho ho! How the turn tables… have… Ha!”

“I was too busy getting ready to eat lunch today so I was really hungry and I didn’t think you’d miss it if I never said anything about it and it’s been a long week and my self-control was really--” you dove in, laughing as you tried to explain yourself, but Wrecker waved it all away, bundling you in his arms again for another boisterous hug. He gave you a squeeze, still chuckling, as he gazed down at you fondly.

“Well now I have to take you out for dessert again sometime,” he reasoned. “Also, I think I love you already.”

[sh4wty18]

Jake webber x reader where he says that we’re

Dating him on stream if that makes sense 💕

aww this is so cute, i hope you enjoy <3

girlfriend.

pairing: jake webber x reader

summary: jake unexpectedly reveals your relationship on stream.

cw: fluff, language

word count: 1.6k + edited

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You laid in Jake’s bed, snuggled inside his mountain of pillows and blankets, scrolling mindlessly through twitter while his stream played on your laptop in the background. You had made a point of trying to watch his streams as often as possible, even when you were waiting in his bed for him. To you, it felt like a way to get closer to him– and support him, of course. You had been together for around six months at this point, and you still weren’t public. 

You had been friends with Jake for a couple months before you started dating, so people had seen you in some of his videos, or in public together. But when you guys started dating, Jake had been the one to lean toward keeping the relationship private. Since his last relationship and breakup had been so public, you understood why. He wanted to protect you from the immediate, overwhelming fame that would come with publicly dating him for as long as possible. You had already gained around ten thousand followers on instagram, just from people knowing you were friends with him and Johnnie. If you went public, the increase in attention would spike even more drastically. You had tried to comfort him by telling him you could handle it, you even thought it could be fun, but he was still nervous. He just really didn’t want to see you get hurt.

Obviously you respected his choice, you loved him and the only thing that mattered to you was being with him, publicly or not. But sometimes you wished it could be a “normal” relationship. Sure, social media’s fake and none of it matters, but when you see your friends posting with their partners, flaunting their love for each other, and know you can’t, you feel a spike of jealousy drive through your heart. He couldn’t even comment on your instagram posts like couples usually do. Commenting would cause speculation, and speculation would lead to people trying to find you two in public and post pictures or videos– and people were already speculating. Any time you were featured in one of his videos, hundreds of people would comment about the looks you had exchanged, or how you were flirting. 

So now you had to be sneaky about when and where you hung out, and who was around. It was hard, you didn’t like having to hide your relationship from nearly everybody– aside from your closest friends– but you were both so in love you’d do whatever it took to be together. Jake had promised that one day he would go public with you, he just wasn’t sure when. You had told him time and time again that it doesn’t matter to you if you’re public, you just want him. He could see right through that lie, of course. He knew you too well. 

This afternoon, Jake was in his car trying new candies from 7/11, as requested by his viewers in an instagram poll. You glanced up from your phone every couple of minutes to admire your boyfriend’s face through the screen. He was wearing pajamas, his hair was unkempt and he looked a little tired, but he still looked good. Then again, he always looked good in your eyes. 

You smile at your laptop as he dramatically gags at whatever candy he was tasting, “Ewwww… ewwwwww!! What the fuck, bro?? Whoever suggested that is insane ‘cause that tasted like fuckin’ horse dick dude!!” You chuckle and roll your eyes, he was so immature. It was something you loved about him, that he knew how to bring out your more laid-back, extroverted side. He could make you laugh harder than anyone, and his goofy, immature sense of humor was the perfect balance to your dry, sarcastic humor. 

He holds another candy up to the camera, it's some type of chocolate bar with gummy worms inside of it. He unwraps it and takes a bite. He doesn’t look too sure at first but after he chews a few more times his face lights up, “You know who would love this candy?” he asks, reading the chat replies for a couple seconds before continuing, “My girlfriend.”

Your heart rate jumps and you sit up, grabbing the laptop and pulling it onto your lap. He’s smiling at the camera, blushing slightly. The chat is going insane:

user1: OMFG WHAT??

user2: girlfriend??? im sorry i think i missed a chapter 😭😭

user3: I BET ITS Y/N OMG

user4: it’s DEF y/n… they’ve been hanging out SO MUCH recently🤭

user5: JAKE YOU AND Y/N WOULD BE SO CUTE TOGETHER I HOPE ITS HER🥰

Jake picks up his phone and begins tapping, as your phone lights up with his name on the screen, and you pick up. “Hey babe,” he says, leaving the phone off speaker, so the viewers can’t hear your voice.

“Hey, what’s up?” you respond, trying to sound as normal as possible, as if your heart isn’t about to leap out of your chest. You couldn’t believe he’d done it. 

“I’m trying these 7/11 candies and I just tried this chocolate with gummy worms in it and I think you’d like it. You wanna try it?”

“Sure! I’m coming out right now, be there in a sec,” you say, practically twitching with excitement.

“‘Kay!” Jake says, and hangs up, as you throw yourself out of the pillow and blanket fort you’ve been laying in for the last hour, and start walking outside. 

“She’s coming to try it guys,” you hear his voice echo from your laptop as you jog down the hallway.

You slide into the passenger side of Jake’s car, and he gazes at you longingly, giving you a soft smile. “I was just telling chat how my girlfriend would love this candy, and I knew I had to get you out here,” he says.

“Well I guess you’re lucky I was already at your house, huh,” you smile back at him, leaning your elbow against the center console and tilting your head towards his. He does the same and closes the gap between your faces in a quick kiss, before handing you the chocolate bar.

Before you can take a bite, Jake giggles, “Look, they’re freaking the fuck out.” 

You pause to read the chat as well and there are so many comments that you can barely read anything. You manage to make out:

user6: I FUCKING KNEW IT

user7: ITS Y/N ITS Y/N WE WERE RIGHT ALL ALONG

user8: theyre so cute awwwwww

user9: i want what they have omg😭😭😭

You giggle with him, and say, “I think I’m freak-out worthy.” 

“Oh you’re definitely freak-out worthy, y/n,” he says matter-of-factly.

You finally take a bite of the chocolate bar and chew. After swallowing, you lift the bar up to the camera, “Go buy this right fucking now.”

“You like it, babe?” Jake asks.

“I fucking love it!”

“I knew it!” Jake says proudly.

“You know me well,” you say through a big grin.

“I mean…I would hope so, at this point, y/n,” he teases.

You laugh and lick your lips, “Do I have chocolate on my face?”

He takes more than a few seconds to respond, clearly using this as an opportunity to admire every inch of your face, rather than search for melted chocolate. Finally, he says, “No you’re good. You look stunning as usual.” 

“Shut up,” you blush, swatting at his bicep.

He grins and asks, “You wanna go wait inside for me? I’ll be in soon.” 

“Yeah, sounds good! I’m gonna go watch your stream in your bed now,” you peck him on the mouth and he pulls away, giving you a confused look.

“You watch my streams?” he asks.

“Yeah? I never told you? I watch all your streams,” you smile, “I like seeing all the silly antics you get into.”

“Awww, that’s so cute,” he says, shaking his head and letting out a small laugh, “I don’t know how we’ve been together six months and you never told me you watch my streams.” 

“I seriously thought I told you!” you laugh, and he motions with his finger for you to come closer. You lean in and he kisses you on the cheek, “You’re so sweet,” he smiles, satisfied with himself.

“You’re sweeter,” you reply as you step out of the car, “I’ll be upstairs!”

You walk back into the house, and head upstairs to Jake’s bedroom. After about ten more minutes of streaming Jake says goodbye, and you hear him walking upstairs to enter his bedroom. He leaps onto his bed and sits on your lap, leaning down to drop kisses wherever they land.

“It was so hard for me to keep that a secret all day!” he says between kisses.

“I had no idea!” you laugh, squeezing your eyes shut and smiling as he kisses all over your face and head. He lingers longer on your lips, before settling down next to you under the covers, pulling you in close.

 “I couldn’t hide us any longer, y/n. I wanna be able to do couple shit without feeling guilty. And I know you can handle it, I never should’ve been worried. Whatever happens, we’ll get through it together.”

“Jake, I know you just wanted to protect me. And you didn’t want a repeat of what happened last time, I get that. I hope you didn’t feel pressured to confirm anything just because you knew I wanted to.”

“No! That’s not it at all! Y/n… I love you so much… and I just wanted everyone to know. I was tired of hiding, and I knew you were too, so I decided to just do it. Fuck what everyone else thinks, right?” he asks.

“Fuck ‘em,” you smile– wrapping an arm around his waist– and lean in to kiss him again.

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first request and i think it's so cute! i hope you all like it :)

[samandcolbyownme]

Names in the Sand | Chris Sturniolo

Summary: Reader & Chris have a beach day.

Warnings: some swearing, kissing, major fluff

Word Count: 1.2k | unedited

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You opened your eyes as you felt a hand on your leg, “How was the water?”

Chris sits down next to you, smirking as he leans back to shake his wet hair over your sun warmed body, “Refreshing. You should come in with me.”

You laugh as you push him back to sit up, “I mean, you already brought have the ocean back with you, so why not?”

“That’s what I’m talking about.” Chris jumps up, reaching for your hand. His excitement gets the best of him because he’s running before you’re even up, his hand holding onto yours.

“Chris!” You yell laughing, “Hold.. on..” you keep laughing, “I’m about to eat the sand!”

Chris stops, your body slams into his and he bends down to pick you up.

Your legs wrap around his waist and you look over your shoulder as he runs into the ocean with you, “Hold your breath!”

You take a deep breath and Chris falls back into the water. You come up laughing, pushing your sunglasses that are about ready to fall of back onto your nose, “Holy shit, that’s freezing!”

“It feels amazing, ma. What are you talking about?” He moves over to you and wraps his arms around your waist, “I’m glad you came with me.”

“Well, you pretty much dragged me to the water so.”

He laughs and shakes his head, “No, no. Not that.” He stares down at you and you look up at him, “Then what?”

“I mean, here. To the beach today, in general.” He reaches up to brush wet hair from your face, “I just feel like we both needed this.”

You nod, sliding your hands up his chest, “We did. I’m glad you suggested it.”

He lifts you up, spinning you around as a wave comes in and crashes against your bodies, “You having fun?”

“Oh yes.” You nod, “I don’t think I want to go home.”

He chuckles and shakes his head, “Yeah, me either.”

You step back and let out a sigh, “Last one to the cabana gets buried in the sand.” You take off making your way through the water and Chris yells, “Hey! Not fair! You got a head start!”

You hear him splashing through the water behind you and you look back laughing, “Sorry! Can’t hear you!”

You hit the beach and take off running. You glance behind you and let out a squeal as Chris catches up to you and wraps his arm around your waist, lifting you up and spinning you so you’re behind him.

“Cheap shot! Thats not fair!” You run after him and he laughs, stopping so you can run past him, “Darn, looks like I lost.”

He fights back a smirk and you roll your eyes behind your sunglasses, “Uh huh.” You smile, “But I’ll take it. Lay down.”

Chris lays down and you get down by his legs. You use your hands to scoop sand onto his legs. He leans back on his elbows, just staring at you.

“What?” You ask with a nervous giggle, “Why are you-“

“Because I’m trying to figure out what’s prettier, you or the scene behind you.”

You tilt your head, a smile resting on your lips, “Chris.” You toss sand at him and he laughs, “What? I’m just being honest.”

You continue to pack sand on his legs, shaking your head as you laugh, “When you figure out which one it is, let me know.”

You look over at him and he leans forward, pursing his lips. You lean in, pecking them and he smiles, “You already know you’re the prettiest thing in my life.”

You lean in, kissing his lips a few times, “I love you.”

He smiles and kisses your lips one last time, “I love you.”

You smile and go back to covering him in sand, “Okay, now stop distracting me.” You glance up at him, “You’re going to be the prettiest mermaid on this beach.”

“Aw, how sweet.” He chuckles and leans back, using his hand to block out the sun. You look up, taking yours off and handing them to him, “Here, baby.”

“Don’t you need these?” He takes them and you shake your head, “No, I’ll be fine. I’m facing away from the sun.”

He puts them on and you nod, “Not bad. Not bad at all.”

He poses a few times and laughs, “I don’t think I’ve had this much fun at the beach.”

“Really?” You raise your brows, “Aren’t Matt and Nick any fun?”

“Nick turns into a mom when he’s splashed and Matt is just Matt, he’s no fun.” He sighs, “I’m fun. They need to take notes from the fun master.”

You laugh, shaking your head, “You guys are ridiculous.”

“I’m ridiculously in love with you.” He smiles and lifts the sunglasses to see you. You laugh, a huge smile forming on your lips once again, “Chris.”

“What? I’m just saying.” He lays back, one arm under his head, “How’s my tail coming along?”

“Almost done, I just have to shape the fins and then I want to find some shells.”

“Like to put on or to take home?”

“Both.” You laugh, looking around you on the sand, “oh, here’s some.” You pick the shells up and brush them off, “They’re so pretty.”

You hold them up to show Chris and he nods, “They are.”

You add them to his sand covered legs and move down to shape the fins before you stand up, “Voila! Mermaid Chris is complete.”

He sits up carefully, “Take my picture! Take my picture!”

You step over him and grab your phone, walking back over to take a few pictures of him, “So pretty.” You laugh and toss your phone back by your bag.

“I feel like I need a shell bra or a coconut bra or something to complete this look.” He lays his hands on his chest, “Dress to impress who?”

You laugh and shake your head.

After some more swimming and Chris covering your legs in the sand, you decide to have a late lunch. Just talking about everything and watching the waves crash on the shore.

After that, you spent the time having a sandcastle competition, per Chris’ request, and of course, you won.

He drew a heart in the sand with both of your initials in it and you couldn’t help but smile. You loved the cheesiness of it, it was just so cute.

It was literally the perfect day.

“Come with me.” Chris stands up and puts his sweatshirt on. You stand up, throwing on a big tee and walking down to the water with him.

You watched the sun as it slowly dipped down behind the horizon as Chris swayed you back and forth. He grabbed your hand, lifting them both up and spinning you around.

You laughed and leaned into him, “Today was perfect.”

He nods, kissing your head, “it really was.” He takes a deep breath, “So are we doing this tomorrow?”

He looks down at you and you look up, giving him a small shrug and a smile, “We can do whatever you want, baby.”

He smiles and gently kisses your lips, “I wanna spend the rest of my sunsets with you.”

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Thanks for reading! I love you all so much! See you in the next one! 🖤

Likes and reblogs are majorly appreciated!

[keithpaladin05]

OKOK I KNOW IM SUPER SLOW GETTING THESE REQUESTS OUT PLS FORGIVE ME🙏🙏🙏

Buuuuuutttt….

My tmnt obsession has returned so pretty please give me some bayverse tmnt fluffy/comfort fic prompts 🙏🙏🙏

[blushblushdrabbles]

Logan - Short Fluffy One Shot - Nap Time

This is inspired by one of his quotes he says in the game, where he mentioned how he was on night shifts and needed to take a nap but wanted you to be with him.

Any chance you'd wanna take a nap with me? I've been working a lot of night shifts lately, and it's starting to catch up… But I just can't get enough of being with you!

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It was around afternoon, it was very peaceful and you were sitting on the couch listening to your music as you were busy stitching away your latest embroidery design, you loved making all different types of intricate patterns, from animals to the ocean to the stars and planets in space.

You heard steps as your head turned to notice your boyfriend, Logan, with a tired look on his face, walking towards you, inquiring. "Hey babe, what you're making now?" He leans down to get a better look at the design you were stitching, and you can smell the aftershave on his face.

You give him a quick peck on the cheek and brought up the stitching for him to see. "its a Cyndaquil!" You say happily. Logan gently took the stitching, tracing his fingers around where Cyndaquil's head was already stitched, feeling the soft but taught thread weaved around to make his face. "Its already looking great, sweetie" Logan says as he hands you back the stitching.

You giggle at his compliment and replied "Thank you Logan haha." Noticing how tired your boyfriend looked you remarked "Hey why don't you have a little nap, you look awfully tired. I know you were working the night shifts again." You gently took his hand and rubbed it. He nodded as he rubbed his face with his free hand. "Yeah honestly not a bad idea Y/N, these night shifts are really catching up on me. You wanna join me?" He smirked at that last bit as he held your hand.

"Hahah but Logan i'm not tired!"

"Awww but i want to be with you still." He replies with pleading eyes. You really couldn't resist those gorgeous, golden eyes of his, it was practically like saying no to a puppy. You hummed for a bit as an idea came to you. "You could sleep here on the couch with me, there's plenty of room and you could use my lap as a pillow hehe." You patted your lap and smiled, Logan practically beamed at the suggestion and plopped down his tired body onto the couch, snuggling his face into your lap. You giggled at the sensation.

"You comfy down there, fire boy?" You ask, smiling down at your handsome boyfriend, gently ruffling his hair. He took your hand gently and kissed it, replying "Yes, very much, you're very warm." He said, with a pleased look on his face. "Oh you want me to turn off the music?" Luckily that music was playing from your phone which was on the table next to you. "If you want to, i really don't mind it, i'm that tired i'll just fall asleep. You have enough room though?"

"I have plenty of room, don't you worry Logan, hehe."

Logan sleepily smiled at you and gave a big yawn. As he closed his eyes he said "Love you babe..."

"Love you too, babe."

And just like a light switch he was already asleep, quietly snoring to himself. His hands were wrapped around your legs, and you felt slight movement in his body. You couldn't help but gaze with love at your sleeping love. He had such a peaceful expression on his face, and you couldn't help but gently caress his face, your thumb gently going over his warm cheek. You smiled to yourself and made a mental note to wake him up before dinner as you went back to your stitching.

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Hot damn! So glad i was able to get this one out, i really hope that you guys love it, i wanna keep writing more of this, but also improve more with my writing, i wouldn't mind hearing some feedback from you guys! Thank you! Might post this one on AO3 as well later on.

[sensitivesiren]

"Now, you can behave while I finish my work, or I will have you removed."

found myself nostalgic for the days before GOs2, where we had all of those cheesy, fluffy oneshots from their time post armageddidn't. So I wrote one! Enjoy.

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[NIGHT - Int. Bookshop]

"Angelllllll, you are killing me. You know Beethoven is still one of Hell's right?"

Aziraphale does not smile, eyes trained studiously on the original Brandenburg Concerto scores he is restoring.

Well, attempting to restore.

He now has all six of them! He couldn't be more delighted. Worn down by time, but with just a touch of angelic love the pages illuminate and breathe beneath his gentle gloved fingers, the music rising to meet him sweetly as he lovingly mends its pages.

The music halts with a clang as an off-key groan sounds from the sofa. "Angel, when I agreed to come over I didn't think I was going to have to literally watch paint dry." Crowley is immaculately sprawled across the length of the sofa with one foot on the floor, a pilfered glass of Aziraphale's private reserve scotch hanging lazily from his fingertips. He tips the liquid into his mouth, miraculously spilling none of it on his tailored suit.

Aziraphale clears his throat primly. "If you remember, it was you that invited yourself over." Aziraphale deliberately turns a page, earning another groan from Crowley. "Now, you can behave while I finish my work or I will have you removed."

"Please, I would love to see you try." A sharp burst of laughter nearly upends the inkwell on Aziraphale's desk, the precious scores spared an oily demise only by the grace of a hasty miracle. Aziraphale takes a deep breath, rolling his neck, a small smirk curling the corner of his mouth.

"Goodnight, Crowley." Aziraphale says in a clipped tone, peeking at Crowley from the corner of his eye. He just barely sees Crowley's smug grin shatter.

Millennia of self control will not fail Aziraphale now. He lets Crowley squirm.

Crowley swallows, his throat bobbing with the movement. "What?" His voice is achingly small. "Angel I'm - Fine. If that's what you want. I'll go." He hears Crowley's glass hit the table with a sharp clink.

Aziraphale slowly turns to face Crowley then, one eyebrow raised, pressing his lips together to hide his triumphant smile.

Understanding and terror dawn on the demon's face.

"You!" Betrayal and relief fight a bloody battle on Crowley's expressive face, ending in a draw as Crowley drops his head back against the arm rest with a long, drawn-out hiss, his eyes slipping shut. He drains the rest of his whiskey in one go. "That'sss wicked, Angel."

"Ah, but you asked so nicely. It would have been rude to refuse the challenge." Aziraphale smiles fully then, ignoring Crowley's grumbling, removing his gloves and setting them gently on his desk. He rises, moving quietly across the floor until he can gaze down at his demon, the silly, silly serpent.

He lowers himself and climbs over the wiry body beneath him, earning him a small yelp of surprise as Aziraphale settles between his legs and wraps his arms around Crowley's middle, resting his chin in the middle of Crowley's chest.

"Is this what you wanted, my love?" Aziraphale says in a low voice, blinking innocently up at his big, tough, very scary demon.

Crowley scoffs, turning bright red to the tips of his ears, and Aziraphale could swear he saw the tiny snake tattoo squirm. "S'not funny." He growls, his fingers already carding gently through Aziraphale's curls, a soft smile forming at the corners of his mouth.

Aziraphale drops a chaste kiss on Crowley's sternum before nuzzling his cheek against his chest.

"I proved my point, though, didn't I? That's what you get for interrupting me while I'm working." Aziraphale sighs, breathing in the familiar tang of smoke and brandy, pulling it deep into his lungs, surrounding himself in Crowley.

"This is what I get, eh? I should never let you work again." Aziraphale can feel the smirk in his tone as Crowley's lips brush his hairline.

"I would love to see you try." Aziraphale challenges, a smile pulling at his lips.

Crowley huffs a quiet laugh, wrapping his arms around his Angel before planting a soft kiss on his forehead, lingering like a single violin note, the music sweet in Aziraphale's ears.

Perhaps the Brandenburg Concertos can wait.

[ranbogoroo]

Midnight Work – A TNTduo one-shot

Hi!! First time posting smt I wrote here, I never used this but I'll try use it more often! Just wanna make some comments about it, please read it before reading the one-shot

–English it's not my first language(i'm from Brazil) so there might be some errors during the one-shot, but I tried to do the best I can, I wrote this in portuguese for the first time and then changed it to english

–This one-shot is about the characters, not the streamers

–You can think in this one-shot with both c!Tntduo or q!Tntudo, it's just some random AU of them living a normal life, without yk magic and not-normal things, so you can see it as the characters from dsmp or qsmp(also, the personalities might not be so accurate so pls don't say things like "he wouldn't do that", it's called an alternative universe for a reason, not bc it's accurate to the canon things)

–I did this just to practice my writing and creativity, so there may be some continuity errors and some things that are a bit confusing

–I wrote this in the early hours of the morning and when I was getting to the end I was already falling asleep so I made it kind of a lazy ending and I'm not going to fix it for now

–Maybe in a while I'll rewrite this so don't be surprised if you see another version of this in the future

It wasn't uncommon for Quackity to find Wilbur working in the middle of the night, he was too busy with work, of course Quackity understood that it was complicated to work with music and that Wilbur often had creative blocks, so he spent hours trying to think of new songs and forced himself to stay up until late working, which obviously wasn't healthy for Wilbur. Quackity knew this, he was fully aware of it and so was Wilbur, Quackity cared a lot about his health, of course he did, he was his boyfriend, why not worry? And it was with this thought in mind that Quackity made Wilbur swear that he would no longer sleep so late and would take better care of his health.

Quackity woke up in the middle of the night, he didn't know exactly why he woke up, after a few seconds in that limbo between being asleep and awake he turned to the side and felt the lack of Wilbur in the bed, confused he slowly got up and looked around the room, when he understood what happened Quackity left the room and slowly went to the office of the small apartment, the office that Wilbur used to compose his songs, he saw through a small crack in the door a dim light leaving the office, then slowly opened the door, Quackity saw Wilbur sitting in the chair with several papers spread across the table and with the guitar on his lap, he approached Wilbur slowly and carefully trying not to scare him, now being closer to the table he could better see the papers on the table, several scores and unfinished lyrics, Wilbur was writing something down on a sheet of paper and sometimes he stopped, tapping his pencil on the table and creating a rhythm

—Wilbur?– Quackity said softly and sleepily as he approached Wilbur, he turned back when he heard the other's voice and looked at him for a few seconds before speaking

—Quackity, hi...what are you doing up? Shouldn't you be sleeping at this time?

—You too…– Quackity hugged him and let his head rest on Wilbur's head

—Ah…yeah, you’re right…– Wilbur returned the hug and sighed

—Then why aren't you sleeping?

—I had an idea, I needed to finish it before the idea disappeared from my mind…

—Did it have to be in the middle of the night?—He looked at the digital clock on the desk, 1:35 am

—Believe me, I also wish it hadn't been at dawn...it was sudden

—Wilbur, you promised you would take better care of yourself…

—I know, I'm just going to finish here and I swear I'm going to sleep.–He said and sighed

Quackity let go of the hug and looked at Wilbur.

—No, come to sleep – The Mexican said and held the other’s hands

—Quackity I need to finish here

—You need to sleep—He pulled him to get up

—But-

—”But” nothing, come on, let’s go to sleep–Quackity brought Wilbur closer and hugged him sideways, going to the bedroom

They arrived in the room and Quackity pulled Wilbur to lie down on the bed, staying next to him.

—I really needed to finish that song…

—You finish tomorrow, your health is more important—He approached him and rested his head on the British's shoulder

—What if I don't remember my ideas when I wake up?

—I help you think of new ideas

Wilbur sighed

—Look...I know it's difficult for you to come up with new ideas, but if you're tired it'll be even more complicated, rest a little and tomorrow you try again, who knows, maybe it'll even be easier?–Quackity said and gave a kiss on Wilbur's cheek, who smiled and hugged Quackity —Thank you, Quackity…–He said softly and slowly closed his eyes, Quackity just smiled and slowly closed his eyes too, snuggling into the hug and relaxing his body to go back to sleep, Wilbur did the same and faster than they thought, the two fell asleep again.

[jokerislandgirl32]

Wild Violet's Chapter 1: The first official chapter of my rewrite of Wild Violet. Yeah! This chapter goes back in time to when Violet was 11 years old and still living with her parents. A hurricane changes everything for Violet's family, and she struggled to pick up the pieces. Very angst driven, but it needs to happen, forgive me.

ZV One Shot: Fluffy Zach, Violet, and Varina feels (aka family fluff) all based on one person's poking another in the arm. Varina is confused when she sees a strange marking on her daddy's bicep, and she's bound and determined to get to the bottom of it, much to Zach's displeasure.

[sh4wty18]

✨Hello! I hope you are having a great weekend. I was wondering if you could write a Johnnie Guilbert x reader story about Johnnie, Jake, Tara, Carrington, the reader going to a party. At the party, the reader has a panic attack, and Johnnie notices her walking away. He follows her, helps her through it, and they open up to each other. The reader becomes really attached, kisses him, then immediately apologizes. Johnnie reassures her, kisses her again, and maybe there's some smut or just a good makeout scene - whatever you want to write! ✨

I LOVE THIS!! sorry it took so long <3

panic attack.

pairing: johnnie guilbert x reader

summary: same as request.

cw: angst, fluff, language, alcohol, graphic description of a panic attack

word count: 2.7k + edited

a/n: this is based on my own personal experiences with anxiety and panic attacks. i'm not saying this is what panic attacks look like for everyone, this is just how i have experienced them. also nothing i write about johnnie is accurate (i have no clue if he has/had panic attacks, i just said that for the sake of the fic and this is all FICTIONAL!!)

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“Guys come on! We’re gonna be late to our own party!!” Jake yells up the staircase, “Tara’s already there!” 

You sigh and turn to face Johnnie, who’s finishing up his makeup. You’d already finished getting ready, but decided to wait for your friend in his room. You were super close with all of them: Johnnie, Jake, Tara, and Carrington, but you’d always been closest with Johnnie. There was just something about him. He always seemed to understand you better than anyone. You never felt like you couldn’t be one hundred percent yourself around him, and it was obvious he felt the same way about you. You were both open with each other about everything, nothing was off limits or TMI. It didn’t take long after becoming friends with them for Johnnie to suggest you move in with him, Jake, and Carrington. Their house had five bedrooms and they’d been wanting another roommate for months, so when Johnnie suggested you take the fourth bed, they’d all eagerly agreed. 

“Ugh, I really wasn’t feeling like a party tonight,” you complain, tracing Johnnie’s comforter with your finger. 

“I know, y/n, me neither. But we can’t back out now, we promised Jake and Tara we’d be there.” Johnnie replies, making eye contact with you through his vanity mirror. “It’s okay, we can stick together the whole time, I promise.” 

You smile and feel your cheeks flush. Although you considered Johnnie to be one of your closest friends, there was always something about him that drew you in other than just friendship. He was a very pretty person, and there was no doubt you were physically attracted to him, but recently you couldn’t quite distinguish whether the butterflies in your stomach were just due to his appearance, or if there was something else there as well— something romantic. You were always flirting with each other, it was a bit between the two of you. It had started out as a joke in his videos, similar to how he and Jake flirt. Eventually though, it had made its way off camera. You’d both learned exactly what to do and say to make the other blush, and once you started it was hard to stop. It became like an addiction of sorts, or maybe it was longing. You both knew deep down there was more to it, that it had always been more than just a bit, but you were too anxious to do anything about it. 

“Finally!” Johnnie exhales, “I’m ready.” 

He stands and faces you, and you give him a once over, eyes lingering on his silk button-down that hangs open to show off his tattoos. “Wow, Johnnie… you look hot.” 

He clears his throat as you stand up in front of him, “You look really pretty too, y/n.”

You smile at him, “Thanks, Johnnie.” 

Suddenly, Carrington slams the door open, and you both snap your attention away from each other, “Jesus Christ, can y’all stop flirting for one second so we can leave!!” 

You start, “We weren’t-” 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you gotta tell yourselves.” Carrington rolls his eyes and leads the two of you downstairs.

“Fucking finally, dudes!!” Jake yells, rolling his eyes in faux annoyance. 

“Sorry Jakey, Johnnie here took fifty fucking years to finish his makeup,” You say. 

“Damn, all that time getting ready and you still look like shit!” Jake jokes.

“Gee, thanks dude.” Johnnie says sarcastically. 

Jake claps him on the shoulder, “What? If your girlfriend’s not gonna tell you the truth, I will,” he teases. Both your mouths hang agape at his comment, and he rolls his eyes again, “Will you both chill the fuck out, I’m just jokin’! Johnnie, baby, you look great.” He wraps his arm around Johnnie’s shoulder and leads him toward the front door, and you and Carrington follow behind. 

When you arrive at Jake’s car, Carrington shouts, “I call shotgun!” And jumps into the passenger seat. Johnnie laughs as you both climb in the backseat together, and you smile at him. 

The ride to the club Tara and Jake have rented out for their party tonight is short but tense, at least for you. You had not been in the mood for social interaction tonight, as your anxiety had been particularly bad today. You had gotten overstimulated twice just from hearing Jake and Carrington yelling and clanging pots and pans from the kitchen. It wasn’t their fault and you knew it, so you had isolated yourself in your room for the majority of the day, trying to calm yourself down with the looming thought of the party hanging above your head. But you couldn’t help it, you’d been overthinking about the party all day, and the only person you could swallow being around right now was Johnnie. He must have sensed your anxiety, because he rested his hand on top of yours as Jake pulled into the club parking garage, and you turned to meet his gaze, your eyebrows furrowed. 

“Hey,” he whispered, “It’s gonna be alright. We’ll stick together, okay?” 

You exhale deeply and nod, mentally preparing yourself to take on the night. 

The four of you make your way from the parking garage into the club, where Tara waits at the door. “You’re late!” She swats at Jake’s arm in annoyance. 

“I know… these fools took too long getting ready.” He points at you and Johnnie accusingly. 

“Mhm, I bet they did.” She side-eyes you both and smirks. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Johnnie asks, light embarrassment lining his tone. 

“Nothing, nothing. Just that you two seem to be getting awfully close is all,” Tara remarks, and Jake elbows her in the side. “Ow! What? We’re all thinking it!” 

“Can we just go in?” You ask, a bit more aggressively than you’d intended, but you were eager to get this night over with. 

“Yeah! Sorry…” Tara trails off. 

The five of you walk into the club and are immediately met with blaring music, screaming and laughter. The party is already packed and it’s only 11. You don’t want to see how much crazier it’s going to get as the night goes on. 

Jake, Carrington, and Tara walk ahead to greet people as you hesitate near the entrance with Johnnie by your side. “You doing okay?” He asks. 

You try not to let your anxiety take over, and give him a thumbs up. “Maybe we could get a drink?” 

“Sure, let’s go,” he stretches his hand out towards you and you take it happily, his touch alone somewhat helping to calm your nerves. He guides you towards the bar, “What do you want, y/n? I can order for both of us.” 

“I’ll have a vodka cranberry.” 

He giggles, “Turning into a basic valley girl on me?”

“Never!” You laugh in response. 

“Well, we’ll be basic together.” He orders two vodka cranberries and then guides you to where your friends are gathered— in the middle of the crowd. “Is this okay?” He asks. 

It really wasn’t, but you didn’t want to appear weak in front of him, so you nodded, holding on even tighter to his hand as the noise escalated around you. 

Once you reach your friends, Jake and Tara start shouting over the blaring music to talk to Johnnie, no doubt teasing him for holding your hand, even though he was just being sweet. Carrington was lost in the crowd, probably dancing wildly with Troy and Keith. You didn’t know where they were. You didn’t know what Jake and Tara were saying. You couldn’t pay attention to anything other than how loud the music was, and how many people were shoving into you, invading your personal space. 

Suddenly everything was wrong. The music was hurting your ears and the colorful strobe lights were too bright. You squinted and let go of Johnnie’s hand to cover your ears, but people kept bumping into you and giving you dirty looks. You could feel your heart rate getting faster as you got more and more overstimulated by everything around you. Your breath quickened, and you felt your eyes starting to get teary. Just as your hands started tingling you finally got called back into reality by Tara, who was placing her hands on your shoulders and shaking you lightly, “Earth to y/n! Are you good?” She asked. You know she’s just joking, but you were so uncomfortable and didn’t want to be touched you shrugged her off and turned around, walking toward the exit. 

You hear Tara shout, “Jeez! What’s wrong with her?” You couldn’t explain, you couldn’t even form a coherent sentence. Johnnie’s eyes linger on you as you speed walk towards the door. 

All you could think about was how you could suddenly feel all of your clothes scratching your body, your ears and eyes were throbbing, there were pins and needles running down your forearms and paralyzing your hands, and you couldn’t breathe. Fuck, you really couldn’t breathe. You finally got outside and into the cool night air, but you couldn’t calm yourself enough to take a deep breath so you continued hyperventilating. You flapped your hands aggressively, as if trying to shake off the overstimulation that seems to be staining your body. Your cries come out as choked sobs, and you walk in circles, not knowing what to do, which only enhances your panic. Usually when you have panic attacks, you call one of your parents and they help talk you down. But it was late at night and you didn’t want to wake them. 

You’re still sobbing and hyperventilating, and your hands are still numb with pins and needles when you see Johnnie exiting the club, frantically searching for you. 

His eyes widen when he sees you, and he runs up to greet you. “Y/n, there you are!” He says, relieved. “Can I touch you?” He asks. 

You nod, still unable to speak. He was the only person you felt comfortable being touched by right now. He takes both your hands, gently pressing one to your own chest and the other to his. “Feel that?” He asks rhetorically. “Feel my heartbeat?”

You nod again.

“Breathe with me, y/n. Look at me.” 

You lock eyes with him, watching as he breathes deeply in through his nose and out through his mouth. You attempt to follow his lead, your breaths coming out strained and ragged. Soon you’re able to take a full breath in, using his heart rate as your guide and matching your breathing to his. 

“Now tell me three things you can hear,” Johnnie says.

“Um…” you mutter, your throat sore from sobbing, “I hear the party, I hear cars, and I hear crickets chirping.”

“Good. Now three things you can feel.” He never removes his hands from yours, still pressing them to your chests to keep your breathing level. 

“I can feel the wind in my hair, I feel my skirt scratching my legs… and I feel your hands.” 

He hesitates for a second, smiling at you, “Good. And now three things you can see.”

“I see cars driving by. I see the stars. And I see your eyes… you have the prettiest eyes.”

Johnnie blushes, “Thanks, y/n.” He clears his throat before letting his hands fall to his sides, “Do you feel any better?” 

You take in your surroundings, noticing how you no longer feel suffocated by your senses, you aren’t squinting at the light anymore, your hands aren’t tingling, and you are breathing normally. “Yes, I feel a lot better. How’d you know what to do?” You ask as you sit on a bench next to the club entrance. 

Johnnie joins you, sitting down and resting his hand next to yours, close but not touching. “Just some tricks my old therapist taught me. They always helped during my panic attacks.” 

“You have panic attacks?” You ask, shocked that he’s never told you. 

“I haven’t in a while, but I used to ‘cause of my anxiety and depression and stuff. You know if you felt uncomfortable in there, you could've told me, right? Making you feel like that is the last thing I ever wanna do. I would’ve gladly ditched that party and everyone there for you.” He looks down and slowly slides his hand closer to yours, resting two of his fingers on top of yours, waiting for your permission. You open your hand to him, and he intertwines his fingers with yours. You’ve held hands countless times before, but this was different. There was no mistaking this for platonic, it was completely, unapologetically romantic. 

“I didn’t want you to think I was weak,” you admit. 

Sadness rushes over his face, “Y/n… I could never think you’re weak. You remind me how to be strong everyday.”

“Thank you,” you say. “For everything.” You stand up and pull him off the bench and into a tight embrace.

He pulls away first and gazes down at you, taking you in. His eyes savor every inch of your face and he moves one hand up to cradle your neck. Your hands fall to his neck, and your eyes drop to his lips for a split second, before meeting his gaze again. “Fuck it,” you say before closing the gap between your mouths. You feel his entire body freeze at your kiss, and you immediately pull away, embarrassed. 

“Oh God, I’m so sorry. I thought–” You let out a humiliated laugh, “I completely misread this situation.” He stares at you, shock still lingering on his face. “I’m gonna… I’m gonna go,” you say, letting go of him and getting ready to walk back into the party. It’s the last thing you want to do, but saving yourself the humiliation of spending another second with Johnnie after potentially ruining your friendship is your only priority right now. 

“Y/n, wait.” He firmly grips your wrist, pulling you back into him. The hand that gripped your wrist falls back into place at the small of your back, and his other hand rests on the side of your face, thumb slowly rubbing circles into your cheek. “Kiss me,” his eyes gaze into yours with longing, “Please.” 

A small smile forms on your face, and you drape your arms around his neck again, pulling him in to kiss him. He hesitates a little at first, before finally succumbing to whatever flame was igniting between you. He yanks your torso flush against his, and you feel his tongue beg for entry. You open your mouth slightly and feel his tongue flick against yours. In one swoop he turns you around, backing you into the side of the building and resting one hand on the wall next to your head. You run your hands down his chest and eventually his waist, which you pull closer to you. A small moan escapes your lips as he pulls away from your mouth to kiss down your neck. You move your hands up the back of his shirt, clawing at his back as he sucks at a sensitive spot on your neck. He groans at the feeling of your nails on his back, and you let out a small “Fuck,” in response.

“Johnnie,” you whisper, pulling his attention away from your neck and back up to your face, “I want to kiss you again.” He smiles and leans in to grant your wish, pressing his lips to yours in yet another deep, messy kiss. Still, you couldn’t get enough of him. No matter how sloppy it got, how close your bodies were, how tangled his hands were in your hair, nothing was enough. You still needed more. 

He must’ve sensed this, because he abruptly broke away, pressing his forehead to yours and groaning out, “Let’s get out of here.” 

“But the party–” 

“I don’t really care about the party right now. They already think we’re gonna end up together, they’ll be happy to know we finally fucked.” 

You smirk, “So you wanna fuck me, Johnnie?” 

He blushes, “Was it not obvious from me practically eating your neck?” 

“Oh, it was. I just wanted to hear you say it.”

He smiles and kisses you again, his hand moving down your back to squeeze your ass. “Yeah, y/n. I want to fuck you.” 

“I don’t want this to be a one time thing.” You breathe against his lips before kissing him. 

“It won’t be. I want to be more than just your best friend, if you’ll have me?”

“Do you really have to ask?” You smile, “Of course I’ll have you.”

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