#found 20 minutes to write something and immediately ran to this

[namguys]

Hiii can u make a nam gyu x reader

When u die in jump rope and he goes crazy

Or u did a suicidal attempt and overdose but u surive

Or any happy nam gyu x reader stories

Trying to overdose on Nam-Gyu’s drugs

yes, thank you for your suggestion, i love your ideas!! :)

THIS CONTAINS S3 SPOILERS !!

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synopsis: — After Nam-Gyu lost his necklace in the Hunter vs. Prey/Hide and Seek game, you found it and find the leftover pills in it. Sick of the games, you overdose on them - or, try to.

ft. — gn!reader x bf!nam-gyu

Trigger Warnings: mentions of Drug use, Suicide, softer nam-gyu, substance abuse, depression, violence (NOT GRAPHIC!!)

A/N: i spent like 20 minutes alone thinking of how i’m gonna write this since i didn’t expect someone to make a request so soon lol, hope you enjoy it!! ^^

I’LL ALSO MENTION THAT THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING A FIC FOR SOMEONE AND I RARELY WRITE soft!Nam-Gyu SO ANY TIPS/CRITIC IS STRONGLY APPRECIATED!

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You didn’t know what was worse, the fact that your boyfriend, Nam-Gyu, had promised to “quickly” kill someone and then come find you to protect you, since you were on the blue team, or the fact that you feel like you’re going to collapse. You just got attacked; a nasty stab-wound in your left thigh. Limping, you try to find somewhere, *anywhere* to hide, or your boyfriend. Your mind was reeling, did he betray you after all? was he looking for you? did something happen to him? — your thoughts are interrupted when you trip over a corpse laying in an open doorway. "fuck!-" you curse out, stumbling on top of the man that was once on your side of the team, now on neither. As you try to get back up, you feel your hand landing on something. A necklace - no, Thanos’ necklace. The one Nam-Gyu wore ever since he died. You knew about the drugs, wondering why Nam-Gyu would leave it unattended. "Maybe it’s empty.." you think to yourself, picking it up to see if you’re right. However, when you open the necklace’s cross, you see *two more pills.* You suddenly felt an urge to take them, your mind telling you things like "You won’t get out alive anyway if this stuff kills you, you’re weak." or, "Just do it, you’d just be a burden on him anyway now that you’ve got this stab wound." Unable to think properly due to the pain, you grab the pills out of the necklace hastily, tossing it away like a discarded tool, before stuffing the pills into your mouth, chewing and swallowing them. You scramble to your feet, letting out a hiss of pain as you put your weight on your injured leg, just to collapse right back onto the ground. Just when the high was starting to kick in, you heard the speaker, a familiar female voice you’d now known all-too-well ringing through the maze of doors. *"Player 124 - Pass."* You were angry. it had taken him so long to kill someone? really? "Bastard…You promised you’d be quick, yeah, sure you were." You spat, more to yourself than to anyone else. You were starting to feel lightheaded, the drugs and loss of blood getting to you. That was it — You weren’t gonna fight. You’d die here anyway, right? Just as the light in your vision began to fade, your body starting to fall limply against the doorway, a familiar voice rang through the hallway, jerking you back awake. "Shit, honey, are you okay!? What’s wrong!?" It was definitely Nam-Gyu. As you weakly opened your eyes, looking up at him as he ran up to you, he immediately hugged you, tighter than ever before. He looked down at you, concerned, tears welling up in his eyes as he noticed your bleeding wound and those dilated, dull pupils of yours. "Darling…Oh, fuck…! What did you do?!" He was angry, that was for sure. But more at himself than you, knowing you wouldn’t have this wound nor those hazy eyes if he would’ve just found you faster. You felt tired, wanting to speak but your mouth refusing to open. You collapse against his chest, trying your best to form a coherent sentence, "I’m sorry, Nam-Gyu. I thought you’d-…" You broke off, too tired to continue speaking, meanwhile Nam-Gyu, on the other hand, nodded softly, even though you couldn’t see it. "It’s okay, love…I’m here, you can rest. I’ll take care of you, okay?" he muttered, trying to stay quiet. 5 more minutes until the game was over. You felt safe. You didn’t feel threatened by the fact that anyone could come and kill you, because he was there. He’d protect you. You nod into his chest, sinking into his lap. Your vision slowly turns black, the last few words you hear being "I’ll make sure you wake up."

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OKAY THAT’S IT FOR NOW, THATS A LOT OF WORDS

i know it’s not the best, i don’t write fanfics often but i really tried with this one. If you have any critic or suggestions for this i’m willing to take it so i can get better at writing! also if you wanna see a Part 2 to this then tell me because i definitely will make one if you liked this !

[flawssy-227]

AIRWD: Chapt 2 - Something About Us

(ex) best friends dad!Joel Miller x f!reader part 2!

summary: Joel's spirals about you. Is he too old? A creep? Or is there something between you two?

tags: 18+, female reader, always write for woc in mind, but there are no descriptions so everyone is welcome to read. tlou AU, no outbreak au, modern au, age gap ~20 yrs, reader is 28, Joel is 49, alcohol consumption, Tommy and Maria meddling, f!masturbation

a/n: chapter 2 title ib: Something About Us - Daft Punk

w/c: 3.4k

part 1

Joel was decidedly not a fan of hot yoga. It was the second time Tommy had dragged him to this place. Before that it was a rock climbing gym, and before that, kickboxing. Tommy had finally decided at 45 years young, it was time to settle down. House in the suburbs, picket fence, wife, kids, the whole nine yards. He had tried Tinder, but didn’t find much luck. So now, he was certain that he would meet a good woman at one of these places, and once he told Sarah about it during a family game night, Joel was damn near forced to join in. 

“You can’t just rely on construction to keep you in shape, Dad,” she had implored. “It’ll be good for you to get out of your comfort zone.”

He had offered nothing but a grunt in acknowledgement, silently wondering if fratricide was really such a bad thing. 

“Plus,” she said softly, “maybe you’ll meet someone new.”

That had Tommy and her grinning across the card table.

And that brought him here—sweaty in some trendy yoga studio in downtown Austin. Slipping and sliding all over a borrowed mat for the last hour and wondering how the hell anybody found their zen in a place like this. He was pretty sure this spot used to be a family owned dry cleaner, but now, some transplant opened up a $40 a class boutique gym. It definitely wouldn’t have been his choice to meet his future sister-in-law, but Tommy was certain one of these days he would run into the perfect woman.

But to be honest, Joel was tired of Tommy’s bullshit. Tired of him needing Joel as his wingman and definitely tired of these absolutely ridiculous workouts he was paying an arm and a leg for. He still hadn’t met anyone, and Joel swore he was just about to tell him he was over this shit when he called over your shoulder.

“Joel! Look who I just ran into.”

It felt like time was moving in slow motion when you turned to look at him. You were beautiful, somehow looking incredible despite the amount of sweat the class practically required from participants, and he felt the wind get knocked out of him when you made eye contact. And then, it hit him. He knew you. He remembered you and his little girl running around the house, all those times he woke up on the weekend to the two of you giggling downstairs and how happy he was that Sarah had found such a good friend in you. And then he immediately felt guilty for the instant attraction he felt toward you. 

Clearly he was right to feel that way with the abrupt way you ended the conversation, grabbed your friend and ran away from him. 

“Well, she grew up,” Tommy said.

Yeah, you sure did.

Tommy couldn’t stop talking about Maria the entire way home. 

“Got her number,” Tommy said.

“Yeah, you told me.”

He ignored Joel and his less than happy tone, running on a high after finally meeting a woman that was beautiful and funny and kind.

“You know all that from talking to her for five minutes, huh?”

Tommy grinned from ear to ear, still unbothered. “S’just different, Joel. Can’t explain it.”

Joel just nodded his head, offering a noncommittal yeah whenever the conversation called for it. But then, Tommy mentioned you.

“Small world, huh? What are the odds that they’d be friends? And be there?”

This time, the silence that filled his truck turned a bit heavier, more weighted. If Tommy was anyone else, he would have noticed the unpleasant way Joel ticked his jaw or the death grip he had on the steering wheel at the mention of your name. But he wouldn’t be his baby brother if things like that were ever on the top of his mind.

“Remind me, is she the same age as Sarah? She looks good.”

Joel’s really making an effort not to think about just how good you looked in those tiny biker shorts and soaked through tank top he just saw you in. It was weird, right? Ogling his daughter’s friend like that. He felt like such a pervert and Tommy wasn’t making it any better.

“Stop it, Tommy. She’s a kid.”

He scoffed at that. “Ain’t a kid if she’s Sarah’s age. Gotta be 28 at least.” Tommy leans back in the passenger seat and smiles at his phone as it vibrates again. “Besides, I saw the way you were lookin’ at her.”

By Monday morning, Joel was feeling a little fucked up over you. He had dropped Tommy off at his place and spent the rest of Sunday in meager solitude doing household chores he always tried to put off. He had been alone now for a few years, now that Sarah had moved in with her fiance. It typically didn’t bother him. He genuinely enjoyed the quiet that came with an empty house, but some days, he couldn’t help but fantasize about having someone here with him, filling in the quiet gaps with a little love.

So, he looked you up on Facebook. He was certain he had added you years ago, probably when you were still his kids best friend. He vaguely recalled a life update here and there: a college graduation, tagged photos from a beach trip to Cancun. He smiles when your profile pops up. You clearly hadn’t updated in a while, but he scrolled through your tagged photos anyway. More photos from law school graduation, a few from your mom wishing you a happy birthday, and he kept scrolling, further and further back until he landed on one of you and Sarah, crappy digital camera quality from the early 2010s, back when he was a father to a teenager, and you were a teen yourself.

He felt revolted. What the hell was he doing, perving on some 28 year old? He thought back to how quickly you grabbed yours and Maria’s things and ran away from him. Of course you probably thought he was a creep, he figured. Joel was pretty much thinking the same thing about himself right now. So, he did the only thing he could think of to clear the air, and assure you that he was in fact, not, a creep: he sent you a message.

-it was good seeing you. hope me and tom didn’t weird ya out too much. not sure if your parents are still living around here, but let me know if you ever need anything.

It was short, to the point and above all, kind. He left his number at the bottom for good measure.

But now at the worksite, Tommy was buzzing, a little ball of happy energy and it was grating on Joel’s nerves. Maybe it was the fact that he was genuinely feeling a bit lonely yesterday, or perhaps it was the self flagellation he gave himself before sending you the olive branch of a message on Facebook, or maybe it was the fact that he checked again this morning and you still hadn’t responded to him. Stop bein’ so fuckin’ weird, Joel.

He couldn’t help himself. When he wasn’t signing off on contracts and overseeing the construction crew, his thoughts drifted back to you. He wondered how your morning was going, if you made your coffee at home or stopped somewhere to pick it up. Did you have a lot of meetings and contracts to go over? He hoped you weren’t working too hard. Lost in thought, he found himself smiling at the memory of you yesterday in your workout clothes and inadvertently drifted to the idea of you in a tight pencil skirt and black leather heels—

“What’re you smilin’ about?”

Tommy’s voice was jarring, snapping him out of his blissful state. It didn’t help that he was wearing a shit eating grin at catching his brother lost in a day dream.

“Nothin’.”

Tommy let out a disbelieving scoff and settled into the chair across from Joel’s desk. “Yeah, right. Thinking about her, huh?” He leaned back in his seat, far too comfortable for Joel’s liking. “Maybe if things don’t work out with Maria, I can give her a call—”

Joel shot his brother a look that would’ve made anyone else’s blood run cold. “Shut the hell up! Can’t you focus on one woman at a time for once?”

Tommy lets out a laugh, it’s low and short and Joel knows he doesn’t find it funny. “So I can’t be interested in her too?”

“Nope. You’ve got Maria. Yesterday you were goin’ on and on about how special she is. You gonna try to date her friend? That won’t go over well.” Joel quiets as he looks out the window, taking an appraising look over his crew. “Plus, she’s too young for you. For both of us,” he tacks on quietly at the end.

“Ah, I see,” Tommy says, shaking his head. “But what if, hypothetically,” he let’s himself trail off, much to Joel’s disdain.

“Tommy,” he snaps his fingers at him. “The point?”

“Well, what if she was interested in you? Wasn’t worried about the age at all?”

Joel just scoffs at that. Hypothetically, if you were interested, well Joel would be desperate to take someone like you out for dinner. You were beautiful, of course, but what really struck him was how you were already so accomplished and not even 30 yet. During his deep dive on your Facebook profile last night, he saw that you were also a good person, frequently volunteering at women’s shelters and taking on as many pro-bono cases as you could. Somewhere in between that, you took time to travel, have a social life, and apparently do hot yoga on Sunday mornings. If he were a few years younger, yeah, he’d be all over you. But he’s not, so he can’t. He tells Tommy just as much.

He gives him a frown. “Don’t take yourself out of the game so soon, brother.” It was so typical of Joel to not put himself out there and to not be selfish in going for what he wanted. “There’s plenty of older men who date younger women. Hell, I’m 10 years older than Maria.”

It was hard from him to not be aggravated by Tommy acting as if he was a relationship guru a mere 24 hours after he met your friend. His mind went back to how quickly you ran off from him yesterday. “It’s a little more than 10 years, Tom.”

Not one to be deterred, he just leans back in chair and lets out a low whistle. “Like I said, don’t take yourself out of the game just yet, big brother. Maria and I are gettin’ drinks tonight and we want you and her to meet us.”

Joel was up and out of his chair instantly at that, but Tommy, the little weasel he was, slipped out of the office door before he could wring his neck.

What was his obsession with Joel and you anyway? Why would Maria want you both to tag along on her first date with Tommy? Joel tried to focus on his work and the project they were nearly completed with as the rest of his day inched by, and if his workers were feeling suffocated by Joel monitoring their every move, well they had Tommy to thank for that.

“You know,” Tommy started talking over the roar of the Texas highway on his way to the bar, “you really don’t have to be on property anymore, Joel.”

It was true. After decades of grinding and barely making ends meet, Miller Brothers Contracting had turned out to be extremely successful in the last few years. So successful that Joel was able to take a massive step back from the day to day hustle of the job and essentially, sit on his ass and collect a paycheck. He had bought a nice house on Lake Travis with his very own slip two years ago, fully planning on spending his early retirement a bit more relaxed than he had been afforded to be in years prior. But he wasn’t one for being idle and quickly decided that going to work every day was a nonnegotiable.

He glanced back at Tommy. “We’ve talked about this, I wasn’t quite ready to be fully hands off.”

He shrugged, keeping his focus fully on the road ahead. “Well, maybe if you get a pretty, young girlfriend to take up some of your time…”

What else was there to say? Joel was tired of arguing to Tommy about how uninterested in him you would have to be. Repeating for the fiftieth time today about how old he was or how creeped out you must be was doing wonders for his already low self esteem. He had come to terms with the fact that you would probably look at him with disgust and leave after one round of drinks. He figured it was well deserved.

And he was certain, when he felt your eyes on him after he got out of Tommy’s truck that you were going to turn and walk away, but you didn’t. You gave him a shy smile and made your way to him, tucking yourself into his side body like you had always belonged there. He tried to be delicate and not grip your skin as tight as he wanted to, savoring the feel of your bare arms and the incredible softness that only comes with a lifetime of diligent moisturizing. He breathed in your scent, something sensual and sweet, wafting up to his nostrils in waves of ambery cotton candy, and then you pulled away and looked at him, really looked at him, and gave him a genuine smile.

“We’re not gonna be friends.”

You weren’t sure what possessed you to channel your best Margot Robbie and look Mr. Miller Joel Miller in his eyes so seductively and tell him that yes, you would go to lunch with him, but not as his friend, but something did, and now… Well now you were going.

So what, were you going on a date? You tried not to let yourself spiral on your way home. Your stomach fluttered at all the possibilities. He asked you to lunch, which is perfect if things turn awkward, as you could always cut it early and blame it on an emergency case filing. If it was bad, you would just have to tell Maria to never mention his name again, which would probably be challenging for her, but doable. It’s not like you would have a good chance of running into him; hot yoga was a fluke. But if it was good… could you date Joel Miller?

You had determined you had a 21 year age gap. You were nearing 30 and completely independent, so dating a much older man wasn’t that scandalous, was it? You knew a girl in law school who had a 60 year old sugar daddy when she was in her early 20s. Comparatively, this was hardly anything to bat an eye over. He was 49, and he looked good for his age. At the bar, you couldn’t help but sneak glances at him, admiring the golden hue of his skin, the way his muscles were trapped tightly under his t-shirt. His veins protruded on his forearms in the way you’d only seen with men who worked with their hands and the image made heat rise in your body. And his hands were massive; thick fingers that you wouldn’t mind being wrapped around you.

By the time you got home, you were exhausted. Not only did you never go out for drinks during the week, which was already making you want to go straight for your bed and skip your shower, but mentally, your lawyer mind had run all possible scenarios for a lunch with Joel. You hadn’t even gotten his number, you realized. Your only way to reach out to him was either through Maria or Facebook. Despite being a mere 20 feet away from Maria and the other Miller when Joel had asked you out, you decided quickly to keep that detail to yourself, at least for the time being. So, to Facebook you go.

Joel’s message was harmless. You internally scolded yourself for getting so worked up about it for the last 24 hours. You had gotten cozy in bed, legs curled up under your comforter and an old stretched out college t-shirt draped over your body. The alcohol you had earlier in the evening had worn off a bit, making you feel less than buzzed but still just a bit warm. Even warmer now that you were scrolling through Joel’s posted photos.

God, he was so cute. Fluffy brown hair in every photo, strong arms on display in most, and those gorgeous whiskey brown eyes you knew you could get lost in. He smiled in one, one of those wide grins that you rarely saw on his face back when you knew him before, which immediately made the warmth you were feeling trail down toward your abdomen. The sun was bright on his face, making his eyes squint and soft crows feet make an appearance. He was at the beach and the sinful display of his toned torso glistening with sweat made your mouth go dry. What you wouldn’t do to see that image in person…

You felt bad for ogling him the way you were. How gross did you feel, objectifying a 49 year old man on a photo from Facebook, for goodness sake. While your mind was scolding yourself, your body was in its own world. Your nipples hardened and a chill shot through you despite that subtle warmth that had trailed even lower. You let your fingers trail just below your panties and gasped at the wetness there. All from a photo.

It had been far too long since you had sex last, so you needed to do this. You could feel guilty after an orgasm. You let your fingers dip lower, gliding easily through your slick, moaning at the wetness. You propped your knees up and moved two fingers, up and down, teasing your clit and then moving back inside you. You looked back at that photo, Joel loosely holding a beer bottle, thick fingers dwarfing the neck. How much better would it feel with him? you thought. The earlier anxiety you were feeling was quickly transforming into a carnal need you felt to have Joel’s fingers, hands, and lips on you.

The last boyfriend you had was exactly that, a boy. Barely knew what to do with your body and definitely lacked the manhood you had craved. Would Joel be different? He had to be. You were sure he had several partners in the past, a grown man with lots of experience. Would he be soft and patient, pulling pleasure from you like he knew exactly what to do? Or would he be hard and fast, fucking you with an intensity that made your mind go quiet and limbs boneless?

You were lost in your fantasy now, eyes shut tight and imagining it was Joel’s fingers pistoning in and out of you. Soft moans left your mouth at every prod of that soft spot no man seemed to be able to find, your other hand rubbing frantic circles over your clit.

Would Joel find that spot? Would he go down on you, letting his greying beard rub against your inner thighs, leaving soft marks that would remind you that he was there for days? Would he look into your eyes when he made your orgasm?

You let out a soft sigh of his name when you finished.

Fuck. Joel just gave you the best orgasm you’ve had in a while and he wasn’t even here.

You get yourself cleaned up and crawl back under your comforter. You're sated and warm, smiling at the absurdity of the fact that you just jilled off to a photo. You could genuinely say that a photo of anyone had gotten you that hot and bothered before.

You wake up your computer and find your message thread again, adding Joel’s number to your contacts.

And then, you compose a text:

How about lunch on Wednesday? You’re buying.

part 3

[xxblairexxss]

Saving your bacon

Pairing : Charles Leclerc x medicstudent!reader

Theme : Light on angst, more heavy of fluff

Word count : 3.4k

I feel like something’s missing but I’m not sure what it is and I don’t wanna keep this in my draft so I’m just gonna drop and dip. Oh, and I wanted to switch up and play around with reader’s personality instead of sticking to one so this time around, reader is more (idk how to explain) but more bright????? And I also don’t want to write her as someone struggling with her studies just because I think I have seen the same plot a few times around so let’s just say she enjoyed doing what she did. I know you asked for more angry Charles but for some reason I found him more of a people pleaser so it’s hard to write him getting angry at the crowd. 😭

Warnings, inaccurate medical term and procedure, as usual.

Requested!

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Charles was catching up to his favourite series, all sluggish and slothful on his day off when he heard your footsteps and humming got closer and closer to which he immediately took a cushion near him and laid down, pretending to sleep.

“Oh?” Your little skip stopped when you reached the living room. You were so, completely sure he was awake because you sworn you heard him laughed at one of the jokes on the television a few minutes ago. Stepping closer, you saw the way his lashes slightly fluttered as he bit the inside of his lip, holding his smile from exposing his little trick. “You are not sleeping!” You called out and chortled, quickly placing your medical files on the tea table before diving into his embrace, making him groaned from the sudden impact. “I caught you!”

“You got the wind knocked out of me, baby.” He moved a little so you could settle down by his side. “What do you need me to do today?”

“How do you know I was gonna ask for your help?” You cackled in his arm at the way he looked completely unfazed with your requests by now.

“Because this isn’t the first time. I just knew how your steps would sound like if you needed my help.”

“Yeah? How does it sound like?” You sat up and his hand snaked its way under your shirt instantly.

“Can’t explain it in words. Lay down or sit up?”

“Lay down! Wait,” You took back your medical files and scanned through your notes. “Oh, wait! No, no! Sit up and turn that way.”

“That way?”

“Yeah! And close your eyes! I’ll be right back.”

Charles had his eyes shut, sitting up straight facing the balcony of his apartment while trying to catch up with the dialogs coming from the tv series he was watching. “No way! I missed the important scene, did– ouch!” He jolted to the front when something cold was pressed on his neck, sending shiver up to her head. “Babe, what was that?!”

“Ice pack! Sit back down!” You pulled him back and placed the ice pack back on what you imagine the pain would be.

“It’s cold! Can’t we just pretend to use an ice pack instead of– cold! Babe, it’s cold! Instead of using actual ice pack?” You held him by his shirt to stop him from moving away while you repetitively went back to scan through your notes.

“Stay still! I’m trying to get these right! Oh, I need to move it in circular motion and never let it sit for more than 20 minutes on the same spot.” You leaned against his back and giggled. “I nearly gave you frostbite!”

“Are we done yet, babe?” He tilted his head to the side to catch your eyes, while still obeying every instructions.

“Wait, let me do one last check on the C1 and C2 first.”

Charles had always been your some sort of medical dummy ever since you started your medical school residency. You would always come to him whenever you needed to revise some of the notes that you had written as you went through different types of medical or surgical problems. Thought it looked more like you were trying to disturb your boyfriend’s peace, it actually helped you a lot. And though it looked like your boyfriend was trying to hide and ran away whenever you needed his help, he was actually excited to be apart of your dummy, claiming to be his some sort of contribution to your career.

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“Oh, this is sour! Babe, give it a try.” His face was all wrinkled up as he tried to feed you the fruit to which you refused. “Try it.”

“I don��t like sour berries!”

“It’s good though.” He popped another one into his mouth and shivered when the sourness hit, causing you to laugh.

“Your face doesn’t seem like it. I think I picked the wrong batch, baby. We need to let it ripe a little longer.” You sprinkled some salt into the the pot before letting it stir. Charles was too busy chumbling on the berries to realise that you had been staring at him with your arms folded.

“So,” You spoke and he stopped chewing.

“Why? Do I have something on my face?”

“No, but let’s say you come in with your nose bleeding.” You moved closer, half leaning your body against his side with your head tilted up so you could admire his pretty face.

“Ah, so we are doing this?” He pushed the berries away and propped both hand on the kitchen counter. “Okay, let’s pretend my nose is bleeding. What’s next?”

“And I asked you how did your nose bleed. What would you say?”

“Babe, I’m completely lost with whatever topic or disease you are proposing right now.” He hummed, eyes wandered away to think of an answer. “I would say “How I would know, doctor. That’s your job to find out.””

“Charles!” You bursted out laughing and he chuckled along, casually left a soft pinch on your cheek.

“I don’t know, pretty. What should I say?”

“Let’s say you got into a mild accident a few hours ago but you refused to go to the hospital because you thought you were fine but then!” You dramatically gasped and Charles’s eyes widen in amusement. “Then you started feeling blockage in breathing. This is one of the symptoms for?”

His lips curved downwards as he shrugged. “I don’t know. Flu?”

“Wrong!”

“Dang it, that was my best shot. What is it then?”

You giggled and stood on your toes to kiss on his cheek. Charles would always try to answer your questions though he never got any of it right but you just found it adorable how he never gave up because he said he would get it right one day. “Septal hematoma! I need to drain it before it collapses your nasal bridge.”

“Really?! Wow, never knew that. How do you drain it?”

“You are gonna fall asleep before I even start explaining the first procedure. Oh, are we still going to the event tonight?”

“What event?” He raised his brow and his mouth went wide when he realised about it. He was talking about an event a few weeks ago and you decided to tag along. You were rarely seen attended any of his weekend events. Even more after you started your practical and though he never said anything about it, you still felt guilty about it, especially when you saw his pictures at any events that you didn’t attend, all alone while most of his friends would have their partners by their side.

He was a little dubious when you told him you wanted to attend his next event. He didn’t want to make it seems as if he was forcing you to do something that you didn’t want to because he knew both of you have different schedules and accountability as a student and an athlete, or public figure. You had to reassure him that it was something you wanted to do, not because you felt like he was forcing you in some sort of way. A fresh breath of air was the reason that you came up with, professing that you needed to get away from your cases this weekend.

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“Are you sure you want to go?”

“I’m all dressed up!” You clipped on your left earrings and gave a little twirl. You had chosen a satin dress with crisscross backless as it would be the perfect dress considering the event was more leaning towards an informal night out vibe. “Why?You don’t… want me to go?”

“No, that’s not what I meant, babe.” He held your hand, wrapping both of his and your arms on your waist as he turned you around, making you faced the mirror. “You are literally the most beautiful doctor I have ever seen.” He stared at your reflection admiringly, giving a soft smile when he locked his eyes with yours in the mirror and pecked on your neck.

“Nice try, handsome but I’m not a qualified one yet.”

“But you will be.”

“Not if I fail my residency.” You spun your body to face him, hands on his shoulders as you found yourself getting butterflies from seeing his face up close, even after all these years.

“Did you forget how many times you made me suffer with all those on hand practices? It’s impossible for you to fail.” He stole a kiss on your newly applied gloss and left the room before you could scream at him.

“Stop kissing me when I got my lip gloss on!”

“Can’t help myself. Come on, we gotta go.”

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“Is this normal?” You blinked as Charles made the final turn towards the entrance of the club. There were tons of people with cameras hung around their neck gathered in front of the building. They would congregate towards every cars regardless of who it was.

“No, not at all. It might have something to do with the other event that is happening at the casino, I think.” Charles saw you clasped your hands together on your lap and knew what you were feeling even when he didn’t see your face. “You okay, babe?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Just a little surprised.”

“It’s okay. I’m not gonna leave you behind. Don’t let go of my hand okay?” He unbuckled his seatbelt and was going to unlock the door, when he stopped himself. “No, babe, hold on. Wait for me.” You retreated your hand from the shotgun door as he hopped off the car. Charles handed his car key to the valet staff who greeted him as he walked around to get to your side. You saw the flash went off, following your boyfriend all the way to your side. Though the front windscreen window was half tinted, you could still see how bright it was.

“Ready?” Charles leaned in, one hand gripped on the door seal and other arm at the end of his car roof to make sure you felt safe and had the people blocked before your could step out.

“Ready!”

He offered a hand, while keeping his other on still gripping of the weatherstrip so the door wouldn’t be opened too wide. “Don’t let go of my hand, okay?” He brushed his lips on your cheek before moving away so you could step out.

The first few interactions with the fans were fine. He was handed notebooks, caps, and shirts to be signed. Even a few selfies here and there. You were gripping on his jacket, a little uneasy when you heard a few men with cameras started shouting and scream. At first it sounded far, as if it came from the casino so it shouldn’t be a problem to you. Soon enough, the shouting went louder as if it was brought closer to you by a wave and the fans who were asking for Charles’s autographs and pictures began yelling out to stop the shove and push. Charles heard the commotion and intertwined his hand with yours before making his way to the building before it got any worse.

The flashes suddenly went off to your direction and you could barely see where you should placed your heels, your free hand immediately tried to shield your face. Even some of the fans from earlier started to get shoved around, some even used it as an opportunity to take closer pictures of both you and Charles.

“Charles..” You breathed out, feeling yourself getting pushed. You could feel the crowd getting closer as you tried go get out of the way. He didn’t reply but you could feel his grip on your hand getting more firm as he tried to step away from the crowd.

“Don’t push!”

“Give them space!”

You kept on hearing the words being shouted over and over amongst the crowd but you still felt all closed up with them getting closer and closer regardless of the orders. You let out a gasp when you lost your balance as the crowd started pushing one another, causing a few of them to accidentally inclined towards you.

He stopped and turned back, looking all worried. “You okay? Baby, here. Hold my arm.” You regained your composure and held, more like clinging on his arm while your other hand still fully secured in his. It felt like forever for you to pass your way through the throng, even with the help of the person in charged because none of them even bother to listen and kept on pushing one another towards you.

“Stop it!”

You heard another howl from one of the crowd when you stumbled back as few people were pushed in front of you, the impact caused your hand to slip away from Charles when you tried to move away from the pack of people, your arms were pressed on your chest while you swayed back and forth from constantly being pushed from every sides.

“Y/N– excuse me!” Charles tried to get back to you but he got pushed back by the crowd even more.

“I can’t– !” He heard you called out to him before your voice was swamped with voices amongst the number of people.

You tried to wrap your arms around your body, feeling as if you taking up the space was the reason why you felt suffocating and squeezed up but a sudden shove caused you to jerk forward. You tried stop your fall with your hand but the impact sent a jolt of pain on your wrist. The pain made you wince as you tried to retract your hand but it was stepped on over and over by the number of feet around you.

“Charles, here.”

He was pulled out from the crowd and was being assisted, more like dragged towards the entrance of the building before he stepped back. “I need to get back to my girlfriend.”

“Leave it to us.”

“No.” He sprinted back out and tried to scan amongst the crowd. It got a little under control now that they had enforced more people in charge though the pushing and shoving was still going on.

“Please let me pass..” It took you a while to get back on your feet and tried to squeeze your way out when a camera was thumped on your face, causing your head to tilt. You couldn’t see anything else other than constant flash and light. You started choking back tears and dabbed on your philtrum when it felt like something warm trickled down your nose.

You tried to move away, hand kept on wiping your philtrum as the blood was still leaking down your nose when you felt a firm grip on your arm, yanking you away and out from the crowd. Charles had saw you in the midst and just grabbed on whatever he could get. The grip was harder that he had wished for but he needed to get you somewhere safe, regardless whatever force he had to use.

Your face was forcefully crashed against something hard but you were too beat to repudiate that you continued to cry against the embrace. It was when the familiar scent hit you when you finally realised it was your boyfriend.

“It’s okay, baby. I got you. I’m so, so, sorry.”

You refused to pull away, your whole body was aching but the stroke on your hair and the strong grip on your back made you feel safe, away from the furore. “I was– “ You sobbed. “I was so scared.”

He could feel you trembling in his hold, your head tried to look back to make sure you were really away from the people. “Y/N– Y/N, look at me. Baby, look at me. You’re okay. I got you. You’re okay.”

He leaned away but you could still feel his body latching against yours. “Fuck, you’re bleeding.” Holding your face in his hands, he started scanning through your pretty face. That was when he actually saw the bruise on your temple, your bloody nose and your flushed cheeks. When he caught you by your arm earlier, he was a little at eased as it felt like you weren’t harm but you were far from it. You kept on sobbing, your hand wiped on your tears that was threaten to fall from your chin. “Let’s go home, alright? I’m taking you home.”

Charles wrapped his arm on your waist as you leaned against him while he tried to get you to his just newly parked car.

“Y/N, a picture!” One of the paparazzi snatched on your sprained arm, causing you to shriek in pain.

“Hands off my girl.” He pushed the guy away, feeling so close to land a punch on that face but he had to hold himself from causing any scene that he knew would feed these people even more. Instead of placing his hand back to your waist, he lifted you up in his arms as you placed one arm across his neck, the sprained arm to your chest. He didn’t know you had any other injury because your hand was out of his sight the whole time.

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“Is your nose still bleeding?”

“I think so…” You dabbed the tissue that Charles had given to you when he got in the car and still found a fresh, wet blood stained.

“Keep on pinching your nose, alright?”

“Where did you learn how to treat nosebleed?” You tilted your head to the side and stared at your boyfriend in surprise.

“From my doctor girlfriend.” He gave your hair a stroke and pressed on the pedal as the light turned green.

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“Baby, stay there. I’m gonna get the first aid kit.” He left you and rummaged through the kitchen drawers. “Let’s treat your wrist first.”

You winced and pulled your arm away when he wanted to place it on his lap. “It hurts..” You didn’t think it was that bad but it still hurt. The tears started to fill your eyes again but you looked away so it wouldn’t roll down onto your already wet cheeks.

“Oh, was it too harsh? Sorry, baby.” He scooted closer and tried to place your hand on his lap more gentle this time. “Here. I’m gonna use– yeah, I’m gonna use the one with velcro.”

“Do you know how to do it?”

“Yeah, I have seen you did it to me before.”

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Charles groaned a little when he heard you placed all sort of stuffs in front of him. “Babe, can I borrow your hand?” He heard you whispered as you sat cross legged on the floor.

“Right now, baby? Let me sleep 5 more minutes.”

“You can just keep on laying down.” You replied as you pull his hand from under his head. He was laying on his stomach on the couch before you disturbed his peace with the first add kid and your notes with you. “I just need your hand.” He is still in the same position, just his arm dangling from the end of the couch.

“Like this,” He heard you kept on murmuring, as if you were chanting something whilst he was trying to get back to sleep. “and this,” He peered at you first with a frown and soon after a smile formed on his lips. “around the thumb,” You were completely focused on wrapping his hand with the compression bandage, completely unaware and thinking he was still sound asleep. He would always find the little wrinkles in between your brows whenever you were too focused on some things made you look so adorable so instead of dozing back, he was gazing at you with fondness.

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“I thought you were asleep when I wrapped your hand!”

“I wasn’t. Your little mumble kept me awake.” He rolled the elastic compression bandage around your wrist one last time before securing it with the velcro. “There you go. Did I do I right?”

“Yeah!” You held your now fully wrapped wrist. “I think you did it better than me.”

Charles had left you again to get an ice pack and you leaned against the back pillows. You were expecting neon lights and loud music before you left the house, not coming back with bleeding nose, bruise, and a sprained wrist.

“You okay, baby?”

“Yeah, just a little overwhelm. Can we cuddle?” He then took a spot next to you, ice pack still in hand as as you leaned your head on his shoulder. His hand is on your back while you propped your legs on his laps.

“How did you get those bruise on your head?”

“One of the man accidentally hit me on the face but I don’t think it was on purpose.” You were playing with his necklace when dabbed the ice pack on your temple, causing you to move away. “It’s cold!”

“Oh, so now it’s cold? Was it warm when you dabbed it on my neck for no reason a few days ago?” He pulled you closer to dab the ice pack back on your bruise. “Baby, stay still!”

“I’m getting brain freeze! Stop it!” You giggled and pushed him away.

“You are overreacting! It’s not even 20 minutes yet.”

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On The Same Page pt4 (Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader Bookshop! AU)

Taking the day to go to the beach you meet someone new...

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 5, Masterlist!

Warning! James is a dick, use of language

“Oh, Flo, where did you go?

Where did you go? Where did you go?”

The song was expected at this point as you ran along the beach. You huffed begrudging, humming along. The song reminded you of America.

The fights kept coming in the few months before you left.

It happened one day, after a day of talking with Sam about trying to start your next book. You had returned home to an upset James. He had met you at the door with a dark look, something storming in his mind that immediately had you asking. Despite your questioning, he remained silent, pacing back and forth before heading to the bedroom and slamming the door shut. 

“You're falling about

You took a left off Last Laugh Lane

Just sounding it out

But you're not coming back again

You're falling about

You took a left off Last Laugh Lane

You were just sounding it out

But you're not coming back again”

You just stood stunned in the hallway before turning with a frown to make dinner.

A few minutes later James sauntered out, a mean smirk on his face,

“You’re fucking him aren't you?”

The question came out of nowhere and you dropped the spoon, 

At first, you thought he was joking and you cracked a smile.

“Yea, me and an aroace man!”

His eyes sharpened,

“I am not joking you little bitch,”

At the term you froze, anger tightening your muscles as you turned off the stove.

“You will not speak to me that way.”

James huffed and then chuckled, he approached you, running a hand down your hair and the back of your head, then resting on your neck. The next gleam in his eyes frightened you and you pushed at his chest but against his height, you had no power. He gripped the back of your neck and pulled you closer, his mouth brushing close to your ear.

“I will say anything I want.”

And with a final warning, he stepped back fingers slightly digging into your hair before he released. 

“You’ll do well to remember that.”

“You used to get it in your fishnets

Now you only get it in your nightdress

Discarded all the naughty nights for niceness

Landed in a very common crisis

Everything's in order in a black hole

Everything was pretty as the past though

That Bloody Mary's lacking in Tabasco

Remember when you used to be a rascal?”

The song finally finished out and you slowed then paused in your running. A sudden weight on your shoulders and in your chest you sank into the sand, not caring about the mess. How could years go to waste? You put your head on your knees. What had you lost?

A love, yes but a vibrant career in one of the best publishing firms in the US. But what of your family, your friends? You disappeared within a week, leaving the only world you knew behind. Despite the state of America, you missed it. You had grown up in your childhood home, worn walls and height lines scribbled into the door frames. You made your first stories in those rooms. 

You close your eyes. After a messy relationship in your late teens and early 20s, you left your hometown. Leaving to a liberal arts college on the East Coast you pursued your masters in creative writing. One faithful day in your first year of your masters you met Sam. He was in an engineering program online but was taking a few classes in the college. You had heard his distress over an essay in the campus cafe. And, as a new 23-year-old master's student eager to make friends on campus. You had approached him, explained your position and he nearly grabbed you and threw his essay at you. What followed was the closest friend you had ever found and 6 years of friendship followed. At 25 you graduated with Sam following and entered the publishing business. A few months in you met James and the rest, 

Well, the rest is history.  

You stare out into the clear skyed ocean. Sighing, you turn your music back on and just stretch out your legs. Turning the music down you zone out. It was a couple of days after getting Simon’s number, Thursday to be exact, and you had driven out to the coast hoping to get some inspiration. But nothing came up. 

You watch the ocean. Now that was something you missed, the sealife along the East Coast. You remember always loving the sea, during the evening taking the boats out to spot blue whales and others. 

You soon became lost in thought and as time passed, the sun grew high towards noon. As your thoughts traced the bottom of the sea a shadow overtook your form and you blinked. A body, you notice, a man standing over you, he was speaking. You pull an earbud out to be met with waves and a deep voice pulls your eyes to a handsome face, and a fishing hat?

“You alright down there?”

You look at him unsure, the combination of casual clothes and a camo fishing hat humors you, and you work to pull yourself up. He offers a hand, and with a good spirit, you take it. He pulls you up effortlessly, muscle flexing in the bright sunlight.

“I’m sorry I was lost in thought.”

He gives you an honest smile that doesn't fully reach his eyes making you wonder.

“Quite alright I understand the feeling. Seems to be a lot.” 

It’s a strong statement that takes you aback for a moment as the man stares out into the endless blue. You take a moment to observe, something in your writer's mind buzzing. The man is a bit older than you, he carried himself well, shoulders back in proper form but there was a weight there. He wasn’t as tall as Simon but nearly there. His blue eyes meet yours again and there is a depth you try to understand. You brush some sand off your legs to break the weight of his gaze. 

You return to his face with a small, shared smile, wondering what he had been through. Holding out a hand you introduce yourself standing a little straighter. Seeing this he nods and grabs your hand.

“Johnathan Price” 

His hands are rough, worn after years of work as the name sparks a flame of recognition. Price sees it in your eyes. 

“Captain John Price?”

He chuckles and releases your hand but you see the change in his form, subtle but tense. 

“Was, retired now. Now how did a lady like you know that?”

You expect the question, and you grin pointing to the hat.

“Johnny goes on and on about you.”

Price relaxes instantly, his smile now reaching his eyes and he chuckles again. 

“Soap, a good man. I haven't checked in on the lad in a while. How do you know him?”

You continue to explain your bookstore and meeting Johnny. As you speak Price relaxes and he mentions to a bench a little across the way, towards the end of the beach. Taking a seat you finish up.

“Sounds like John alright. He not giving you any trouble is he?”

You grin,

“Not at all, I've gotten quite used to him dropping by. He and Simon stop in a lot.”

That catches Price’s ear,

“Simon? Now that is interesting. How is he?”

You find his interest understandable, and you answer the best you can. 

“He pulled quite a stunt to help me, but I've enjoyed him so far.”

“He certainly has a presence, no worries though at heart he is a good man. He left an impact I assume?” 

He says it with a familiar grin, one that tells a history, there is also curiosity there. He raises a brow in expectation which makes you giggle. He looked like a dad, the image of Soap and Simon running around coming to mind for a moment before Price catches the look and raises another brow. 

There is respect for the man in Price's tone and you question how long he’d know the quiet man. 

“A while, a long while. He served as my lieutenant for years. He and Johnny are close. Been through a lot.” 

“I like that about Johnny, he has a lot of stories.” You lean back on the bench to stare up at the sky. Gathering clouds hint at a coming rain blowing in from the sea. You deal in stories but you can’t seem to catch a break, your eyes return to Price to see him observing you with keen eyes.

“Something troubling you?” he asks it honestly and you sigh, feeling the light shine upon you to share. 

“Yea. I am an author without ideas currently.”

Price hums, 

“I see, that's quite the predicament indeed. What’s causing it?”

You sigh again and the weight of the past few months falls upon your shoulders.

Price sees the change in you instantly and you just crack and break down the situation for him. It starts with your masters, to meeting Sam and James, the company, and your first books. You had started with children’s books following your interest in childhood literacy. As you explain the premise of the books, a fond smile lights up your face. 

Of three books, your second was your favorite: It followed the story of a fox kit lost amongst wolves. He was smaller than the rest of the other cubs but soon grew to love his own identity. The Fox’s Den pulled its name from this book. You had based the story on the forest around your childhood home and roaming through the woods while your parents were always too busy to keep you entertained.

With the success of your first books, your manager had insisted on middle-grade fiction and you wholeheartedly agreed. But your old boss at the publisher had dropped the expectation of a young adult or new adult book and you had started brainstorming, but that was when your world came crashing, well, tearing down. You explain this to him. 

“Everything was torn out from underneath you, there was nothing you could do. Your heart was, and I believe, still is in your writing, but everything that has happened has tainted your worldview,”

He pauses to regard the ocean for a moment, the winds blowing in cause choppy waves. 

“Often when things turn against us, or we have our backs against the wall is when we find it from within ourselves to overcome. Be it from within, or I believe in your case, around you. Perhaps you are just looking in the wrong place. Your past consuming you and tarnishing how you are experiencing the present.”

Price seems to be talking from within himself and it makes you wonder. You look out into the gathering storm. The waves cut like sapphire and the distant rumble of thunder. The close wildness of the ocean engulfs you in the moment. You take in the smell of the sea and exhale. Price was right, you had come here for a new life anyway, and you meant to make the best of it. 

Price watches you for a moment,

“I just feel like I am missing something in all of this. Why did it happen?”

Price sets a friendly hand on your shoulder,

“You may never know, but don’t let it consume you, instead revisit your old passions. Take what you remember of home and try to find something here to spark your interest. Besides James sounds like a right nasty bloke.”

Hearing someone older say it makes you feel a lot better. While your friends of course had been on your side it seemed like the entire company had turned against you. All except your manager who had followed you to Sam’s family company. While the boss held no power over you anymore your manager agreed with the sentiment of increasing your output to an older audience. She felt it would be good to expand into that market. 

“You're right.” 

Price’s advice comes at a good time, and he was right. Maybe you were looking too often into the past. Your phone buzzes, and you look and find a message from Simon. You smile, he was asking to take you up on the offer of tea. Price notices and smiles himself. 

“Well, you better get in before the rain hits, dear.”

You put your phone away and nod to the man.

“Thanks, John.” 

He stands up and nods.

“Until next time then.” This is all he offers before returning to his original route. Despite there not being an exchange of numbers you couldn't help but feel you would meet the man again. 

You sit for a moment longer, lingering on the feeling of being understood and the wildness of the sea. But as the wind picks up you receive a text from Sam. He calls a moment later.

“Where are you?”

“At the beach Mom, what's wrong?”

“I’ve got some interesting news. Besides the news says there's a storm brewing and I think you should head home. Your boyfriend is looking for you, he’s been in twice already.”

At that you are at a loss for words, a slight blush coming over your face,

“Come home buttercup before he haunts the place-” there's a pause on the other line, “and Soap says hi.”

You laugh at that, getting up and starting the run back to the car.

“Alright, I’m on my way, see you in a bit Sam, I'll be in a little late.”

“Drive safe. Bye”

With that you hang up and run, feelings of excitement building.

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Free bird - Part 3

I can’t, y’all are SO NICE I love you 😭 idk how many parts this is gonna be, but I’m gonna keep writing till I don’t got no more to write about lol, if you want to request something def just do so! Or if you just wanna ask me something, I would absolutely love that!

Part 1 and 2

P.S. You're definitely supposed to sing Free Bird by Lynyrd Skynyrd as you read the title. It's what I do.

@blackveilomens

Warnings: oral (f receiving), not much else as far as I know.

As you were driving over to Noah’s house you talked easily about random things you’d usually talk about. Right now no one would suspect that Noah had just been all up in your guts less than 20 minutes ago, it also seemed like both you and Noah had forgot.

Soon you were at his house and you both stepped out of the car and walked to the front door. Noah unlocked the door and went inside, holding the door open for you. He yelled out to his roommates that he was home.

"Finally, did Y/N's date go so bad you had to stay there?" Jolly yelled back and you could see a tinge of red across his cheekbones. You giggled at that as you walked into the kitchen where you found Jolly.

"Something like that." Said Noah who walked quickly into his bedroom.

"Hey friend, how are you?" Jolly asked as he hugged you.

"Oh you know, pretty good." You said as you smiled back at him.

"Did Noah make you feel better about your date?" He asked and you nodded.

"Mhm, much better." You said and he smiled at you as he sat down beside you. You and Jolly talked as you waited for Noah to be ready.

"Alright I'm ready!" Noah exclaimed as he came out of his room in fresh clothes.

"Did you just change into a different white t-shirt and different pair of black shorts?" You asked and he looked at you with big eyes.

"The socks are a different colour." He said sheepishly and you and Jolly burst out laughing. He walked over to you and you hugged him, still chuckling.

"C'mon, let's get going. Gonna need that ice cream you promised." You said and he nodded. You both said bye to Jolly as you went out the door and this time Noah was driving.

When you got to the mall you immediately went to get an ice cream each, sitting by the water fountain and talking. Noah was explaining the details of their next tour and you were listening intently, your heart sinking a little at the thought of him leaving again. You always felt sad when he left, he's your best friend and sometimes you need him to figure out your problems. But this time it felt different, like it hurt more. You thought it was probably because you now were single so you wanted to keep him close, in case something happened.

"But I'm honestly really excited about the Bring Me tour in the UK, it's gonna be awesome." He said finally and you smiled at him.

"Yeah I mean doing a tour with the biggest metal core band ever is probably the coolest thing I've heard in a while." You said and you both smiled.

"Hi I am so sorry to interrupt but I am such a big fan and I was wondering if I could get a picture?" A girl said as she came up to you. She was obviously a big fan of Noah's so you moved to the side to let her take the picture.

"Yeah of course, don't worry about it!" Noah said as he posed for her selfie.

"Okay thank you so much, bye!" She said as she ran over to her friends and they giggled.

"I'll never get used to that." Noah said and you chuckled.

"Well you better, it's gonna happen a lot more, I just know it." You said and a quiet moment fell between you as you looked at each other. You finished your ice creams and started walking around the mall.

After an hour Noah had to go to the bathroom so you waited out front with the bags of stuff you had bought and was looking at your phone. Before long, someone started talking to you.

"Well if it isn't miss homie hopper herself?" An awfully familiar voice sounded beside you and you moved away. It was Chase.

"What do you want? Leave me alone." You said, looking back at your phone.

"What? I can't have a go? Seems everyone else is, even that sorry excuse of a man you call your best friend." Chase seethed. You could feel the anger boiling inside you.

"You didn't seem to think that about him when he had you pinned to the ground." You rebutted and you heard a grumbling coming from him.

"You know, even Steven had a turn didn't he? Yeah he told me, how you were just begging to fuck him right?" Chase said and before you could retort, Noah was stood behind him. You turned to Chase, anger heating you up inside.

"No, Chase, you don't get to talk about me like this. I didn't fuck Steven because he was a dick, but even if I did that's no business of yours. My sex life has nothing to do with you and quite frankly you're not worth my time. Please leave me alone, Chase. I mean it." You finished, not looking away from him for once second. He seemed a little taken aback, but his gross smirk returned fast.

"So you did fuck someone?" Chase asked and before you could react, Noah stepped in.

"She quite clearly set her boundaries with you. And I thought I told you to leave her alone?" Noah said, gripping Chase's shoulder and ripping him around.

"I- uhm i- I don't-" Chase muttered and Noah smiled.

"I don't really care what you have to say. Just go." Noah said and he scurried away.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want step on what you just said, which was very brave and cool by the way, but it seems violence is the only language he understands." Noah said and you smiled.

"I know, I don't blame you. I blame society." You said and Noah grabbed the bags from you to carry them.

"Let's build a commune in some far-away country and exit society together. But first, Starbucks." Noah said and nodded his head towards the cafe in front of you. You thought about living with Noah suddenly. It was a nice thought. But coffee was nicer.

After a coffee you went back to the car to drove over to Target where you spent at least an hour and a half. When you walked out you had a bag full of nice smelling candles and some fall decorations. You got back in the car and you just sat there for a bit.

"I don't wanna stop hanging out." Noah said suddenly. You looked back at him, then smiled.

"Me neither. You wanna go get take out and watch a movie?" You asked and he smiled widely at the suggestion.

"Yeah I want that a lot. Should we go to my place today?" Noah asked and you nodded. Noah started driving and you decided to get Taco Bell. You held the food as you drove back to Noah's.

Once you arrived you hurried inside as it had started raining. You took off your shoes and left them by the door and went into the kitchen to get paper towels, forks and plates. You then went to go to Noah's room when you almost bumped into Jolly.

"Oh you're back. Didn't know you were coming here." He said and you smiled.

"Yeah sorry, it was kind of impulsive." You said and he smiled.

"No problem at all, we love having you here." He said and let you pass. You opened the door to Noah's room and saw he had added a lot more light strips around his bed.

"You're really going for that gamer aesthetic huh?" You mused and he feigned offence.

"I'll have you know..." He trailed off, pretending to find the right words. "Okay yeah I have no rebuttal for that." He said you both laughed. You got situated on his bed and pulled up HBO so you could watch The Last Of Us. You had bonded over the game when you were younger and promised each other you wouldn't watch the show without each other. And with him being on tour a lot you waited patiently for times like these where you could binge a whole show in a day, or more accurately in this case, night.

With the plates and take out bags long forgotten on the floor, you found yourself cuddled up to Noah. It was so nice you started to drift off and the last thing you remembered was Noah squeezing you a little tighter.

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When you regained consciousness the next day it was to the feeling of Noah's hands on your hips and his lips on your stomach. You blinked open your eyes and looked down to the best view you could've hoped for. Noah was kissing along the edge of your panties. He felt your body move so he looked up at you. He smiled, tugging slightly at your panties as if to ask for permission. You granted it by nodded with a smile, and he pulled them completely off, replacing the heat of the cloth with the heat of his lips kissing every part of your pussy.

He moved his hands to your thighs and pushed your legs apart. He hummed an approving sound at the sight of you and dove right into your pussy. He was a man on a mission and he wasn't waiting around for anything. You moaned at the feeling of his tongue on your cunt, his thumbs separating your lips so he could fuck you with his tongue.

"Oh Noah." You moaned and he paused what he was doing.

"Shh baby, don't want anyone to hear. Gotta be quiet." He said as he licked a stripe from your hole to your clit, sucking on it lightly.

You grabbed his pillow and brought it up to your face to cover any sounds coming from your mouth. his middle finger gingerly entered you and immediately searched for your spot of pleasure, finding it no problem. You buried your face in the pillow, the pleasure being almost too much. You squirmed around uncontrollably, so Noah used one arm to hold down your hips as he continued to fuck you with his finger and stimulate your clit with his lips.

You could feel you orgasm approaching so you wrapped your legs around his chest and squeezed as your orgasm reached its peak, throwing the pillow away so you could breathe and opening your mouth as if to scream but no sound came out.

You grabbed Noah's hair, tugging and pulling partly because the waves of pleasure washed over you, partly to keep Noah's head exactly where it was. the suction his lips had on your clit was unrelenting and his finger, no doubt cramping by now, didn't still for a second as he made sure you rode out the entirety of your orgasm. When you relaxed your legs and your grip on his hair, he removed his lips from your heat, pulling out his finger carefully. He licked them clean, making sure to not waste a single drop of your release. As you came down he came back up and kissed your lips, making you taste yourself.

"G'mornin'" He said as his head fell back onto his pillow. You chuckled as you rested your head on his chest, hearing his quickened heartbeat.

"Morning." You said. "What about you?" You asked and he shook his head.

"You don't gotta pay it back every time y'know." He said as he looked down at you. You smiled as you cuddled closer to him. You laid there for a few minutes calming down.

"Can I ask you something?" Noah asked after a while. You hummed as if saying yes and a few second went by before he responded.

"Can we ever go back to normal again?" His tone was very neutral, so it was hard for you to know exactly what he meant.

"Do you want to?" You asked nervously. You hadn't wanted to admit it to yourself that you quite enjoyed what you and Noah had right now, going back to normal seemed almost impossible.

"Not particularly. But I don't really want to go to bed with other people while I also do it with you. Seems careless." He said and you didn't answer. You heart kind of sank at his words, the thought of him being with other people crushing you inside.

"Me neither." You settled for. Tears were stinging your eyes and you wondered how you got here. Was it all really worth it? Fucking your best friend just to go back to normal and then he finds someone new while you nurse your broken heart? And was that broken heart even over Chase anymore? Or was it Noah instead?

[eyeslikewatercoolers]

Real haters of AI scraping write Omegaverse fanfiction to mess with them

Ooooh, good idea, friend! (I originally wrote this in like 20 minutes on my phone, but it's been edited, I got way too excited to fool the AI bots)

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Sasha looked over at the female wolf lying in front of her, who collapsed on the outskirts of the pack’s territory. The wolf’s skin wasn’t warm to the touch, so Sasha assumed she collapsed from exhaustion, not an illness.

“How long has she been here?” She asked her pack-mates behind her who lead her here.

“We aren’t sure, the twins found her by the spring this morning when they were gathering water.” Aura said behind her.

“Spice told us that she was walking really slow and ran off when she noticed her and Sugar.” Jax chimed in.

Sasha nodded, kneeling over the wolf to get a closer look. Her fur seemed dusty, and she had a scar through her left eye. Her breathing seemed ragged and shallow, and Sasha could feel the outline of her rib cage under the fur.

She stood up, turning to Aura and Jax, “I think she’s been in her wolf form for a while now, so I’m guessing she’s been traveling. She’s probably exhausted, and she seems like she hasn’t had a good chance to hunt in some time either.”

“Where do you want us to drop her off at?” Aura asked since Sasha was strict about lone wolves roaming around their territory. It's been years since the Alpha allowed in a new pack member.

“No need, bring her to the main cabin. I’ll have Loosey take a closer look at her in case she’s injured.” Something about this wolf made Sasha want to keep her close by the pack, who knew what this wolf could have been through?

Aura and Jax lifted the wolf carefully and started carrying her back to the main cabin. As they walked by, Sasha could tell this wolf was an Omega.

Her distinct scent made Sasha know immediately that she just got out of her last heat.

[1-deadgirlwalking-1]

3/31/2024

i do not remember a ton tbh, i keep forgetting to write stuff down and now i don't remember most of what i've done the past several days. haha.

anyway what i do remember is i've been doing the dishes a lot, like not just putting them away after they're clean, i've been putting dirty dishes in the washer without freaking out from the grossness. and i even swept a few times so, i'm getting slightly less incompetent every day!

we celebrated easter (not on the actual day of easter but the day before) which i didn't know we were doing, my mom got everyone a bunch of personalized gifts in a little basket. i immediately ran off to my room after we opened everything, which she didn't get upset about or object to at all, and then when i got to my room i cried bcus it was so sweet.

like she got me my favorite sweet (pocky) bcus i said i loved it but i could never find it in the stores, and she got me new inside slippers because i accidentally got my old ones dirty and haven't cleaned them yet, AND she got them in pink and fluffy bcus she knows i love the color pink and fluffy stuff. she got me a little notebook with sparkly markers (i'm now using it as a notebook for my japanese learning) bcus she knows i like writing, and she got me two face masks for us to do together. she also got me some hair ties and candies. and i think she might've gotten me the hair ties because i lost one of mine recently and was asking my dad if he had seen it while she was in the room. it was very unexpected and sweet.

and then a day later she asked me if i liked them and was acting very nonchalant and normal about it, like "oh papa didn't let me talk about gifts because your little cousin still doesn't know the easter bunny isn't real, i was just at the store and got you stuff i thought you'd like"?? WAAAHH?????

then yesterday the new hunger game movie became available to stream so my mom came in my room to suggest we watch it together after chores, i swept most of the kitchen and we did face masks. was very fun. but whenever i moved too fast like when laying down my entire vision would loop over and move around and id get super dizzy and disoriented. i looked it up and it's called vertigo, i didn't actually know what vertigo was until that very moment.

ALSO in the middle of the movie i had to walk the dog and we walked around for like ten minutes after my mom insisted the dog would pee as soon as we went out and then she came out and was like "she STILL hasn't peed?" and she did not i SWEAR, she did not pee the entire time she just walked around and repeatedly kept trying to eat my leg off and almost pulled down my pants one time which was insane. anyway in this conversation i found out the dog always pees almost immediately when my parents walk her but when she's out with me i have to walk around the entire house 2 or more times and be out with her for like 20 minutes before she pees. WHY???

today my mom made a bunch of food i didn't eat because i forgot to leave my room at a normal time. then by time i went to the kitchen all the food was gone, i assume there's some left overs in the fridge so i'll eat those tomorrow.

when i left to go get a snack earlier my family was watching "the beekeeper" i saw an ad for it a while back, and then a few minutes later someone else sent it in the family groupchat because my dad is a beekeeper. very funny to us. apparently it's literally just a movie about a beekeeper who beats up and kills a ton of bad guys which is also hilarious to me.

but i didn't do anything today, i watched youtube videos. a bunch of really long ones. i fell asleep a few times while watching one and kept having to rewind when i woke up. also my right ear keeps swelling up on the inside EVERY TIME I LAY DOWN FOR MORE THAN LIKE 30 MINUTES!!! and today inside my left ear i swear i could hear a buzzing sound like a cicada INSIDE my ear and it didn't go away for like 10 minutes i thought there was something in my ear or i was hallucinating and it was driving me crazy. looked it up and it's probably tinnitus. i didn't know tinnitus could sound like so many things i thought it was only ringing.

i'm going to ask my mom mom to take me to a doctor about my ears because when i looked up my symptoms online everyone on every post was like, "GO TO THE DOCTOR IMMEDIATELY OR IT WILL ONLY GET WORSE UNTIL YOU EVENTUALLY LOSE YOUR HEARING." and i think that checks out cause it has only gotten worse with time and one lady said vertigo was a symptom of her ear problems, and that because of them she had to get a giant needle and draining tube inside her ear that was super painful. and i don't want that.

today also i had a dream and when i looked in the mirror i had SUPER cool makeup on and at that exact moment i realized i was dreaming. i stared really hard at the makeup to try and remember what it looked, and instinctively pulled out my phone to take a picture, then i remembered i was dreaming and was like "i wish you could take photos in dreams and they show up in the real world, i'm gonna forget it."

and that's literally all i remember from my dream last night, i forgot all of my dream for most of the day until my friend said something that reminded me of that one part, and all because of the fact i intentionally tried to remember it. but even then i don't remember exactly what the makeup looked like. i know that it was trad goth with a white base and what the eyeliner + eyebrows looked like, and that's basically it. if i tried to recreate it irl i'm sure get it pretty close.

anyway i still have 15 late assignments to do and obviously haven't studied at all. sigh.

that's my life at the moment, buh byeeee.

[spooky-bunnys]

Imma just leave this request cause I think it’s silly and cute but that is if you want to it’s your choice

So izana call for tenjiku for a meeting cause he has to announce something or well more like kakucho and they both announce that they need someone to watch over izana baby brother (name) and the reason they can’t is because they are both sick and shion sees this as an opportunity to get on izana best side (cause it’s canon that shion has respects for izana) and immediately volunteers to babysit (name) even thought shion has no clue on how to take care of children

I can imagine that shion struggles a lot with making sure (name) is happy, clean, and fed and maybe when it comes to feeding (name) instead of normal baby food shion is feeding (name) a cheeseburger and other solid foods and surprisingly (name) is eating the solid foods

And due to izana and kakucho not being able to relax cause they fear what shion is doing they secretly send the rest of tenjiku to keep on eye on shion and this is how it would go

Shion: *holding (name) and feeding him a cheeseburger* oh hey guys what’s up?

Ram: why are you feeding (name) a cheeseburger

Shion: cause (name) likes them right (name)

(Name): *nods*

And maybe when izana and kakucho fully recovered from their cold they immediately rush to shion apartment and they see shion sleeping on the couch while (name) is sleeping so peacefully on top of him and when they both wake up and izana picks up (name) and start to leave (name) says his first words which were uncle shion while waving goodbye

Okay I had to get a small bit of help with this one. Since I don't know much about writing for children but it was still a lot of fun. Enjoy!

When the upper members of Tenjiku got the call about their being an emergency meeting, they were confused. They didn't remember a recent gang trying anything. But when they saw Izana and Kakucho wearing masked, and little (Name) walking behind them. They had a feeling they knew what this meeting was about.

"I'm just gonna cut to the chase. Kakucho and I have pretty bad colds. So we need someone to look after (Name)."

The little white hair toddler just hid behind his older brother. Shy. The others shared some looks. When the Haitani brothers were about to agree, Shion beat them to the punch.

"I'll watch him for you." Everyone turned to the him. Confused. Why would he volunteer to watch (Name)?

"If it's for Izana I'll do whatever I can to help." Ah. There it is. His loyalty to their leader is clouding his thought. Izana though just nodded and lightly pushed (Name) in Shion's direction.

The toddler stared at his brothers before slowly walking up to Shion. They stared at each other for a few moments until Shion picked him up. The others flinched as Shion carried (Name) like a briefcase.

Izana immediately looked at the others. Coughing a little and pointed after the leaving figures. "Watch them. If anything happens to (Name). You'll be sorry."

As Shion made his way into his apartment he carefully placed (Name) on the couch. "Now. What to do with you....do you like video games?"

(Name) just stared. Shion shook his head. "Okay no video games. How about....Oh! A new horror movie just came out do you want to watch it?"

That was his mistake on the first day. Was having (Name) watch a horror movie. Poor thing didn't last the first 20 minutes before getting scared so badly he wet himself.

Shion was lucky Mochi was "in the neighborhood" and decided to check in on them. After the lecture and scolding Mochi gave him Shion decided against watching anymore scary movies.

His mistake the second day was food and bathing. Since Shion had given (Name) miso soup he had the night before. Shion didn't really have anything he could feed him. He also didn't know what the tot could eat.

Thats how the Haitani brothers "accidentally" found them at the fast food joint by Shion's place. The brother didn't know how to feel when they saw a dirty (Name) being feed a cheeseburger. Ran thought he was gonna faint.

When Shion saw the brothers he placed down the cheeseburger, andwaved at them. "Hey guys. What's going on?" When they came over Shion went back to feeding (Name). "Shion...why are you feeding (Name) a cheeseburger?" Ran asked with an indifferent look.

Shion shrugged. "Because he likes them. Isn't that right bud?" (Name) looked up, mouth full of cheeseburger and nodded. Rindou cringed. "Then why is he so filthy?" Shion scratchedthe back of his head.

"Well we came from the park. I didn't know what kids liked to do, so I just took him to the park." Rindou pinched the bridge of his nose, under his glasses and sighed. "Well he needs a bath. Pronto." Shion nodded and finished feeding (Name) the burger.

Shion did bathe (Name) when they got home. But he just took a shower and brought the tot with him honestly. Shion was dirty too, so he thought why not kill two birds with one stone.

That was their routine for the next few days. Shion would feed him and (Name) whatever food he had. Then they'd either watch TV or go to the park. Later Shion would wash them both and feed them again. (Name) wasn't going to lie. He was having a lot of fun with his new Uncle.

So when at the end of the week, Izana ad Kakucho came to get (Name) he was kinda sad. He had fun with Uncle Shion. Especially since he would let (Name) eat whatever he wanted, and would take him to the park when he asked.

As his brother picked him up, after thanking the other male for looking after him. (Name) wanted to do something before they left.

"B-Bye! Uncwe Shi!"

Shion's face had lit up so fast. Izana and Kakucho just stared at the waving toddler. "Did he just?" Izana glared heavily at Shion. Then stomped out of the room. Kakucho sighed and followed after them. Great. Now the older male was gonna throw a tantrum.

[jennyandforest]

505

Harry Styles X Reader

Summary // I based this blurb off the song 505 by the Arctic Monkeys. Y/N and Harry breakup after years of them hooking up

Warnings// angst, breakup, sad ending, overall vibe of 505, also maybe bad writing bc i may be a lil drunk ;)

You saw his name on your phone and instantly knew what he wanted. You answered, “Meet me in 20?” 

You sighed, tired of this game but never being able to find a way to quit. “Sure.” 

As you drove 45 minutes to the hotel you decided this was going to be the final time. You both were bad for each other. You need to move on and finally live your life, you’re done waiting for him. 

Harry had just finished fifteen nights at The Forum and was in between what was a cross country tour turning into a world tour. He didn’t have a minute for you unless it was to fuck you and like the idiot you were you went back for more every single time. 

You stood in the lobby of the little motel in Huntington Beach waiting for a receptionist. The little stout woman appeared with a smile on her face, “Hi! 505?” She asked, already knowing.

You let out a breath and look away from her, a little ashamed. “Yeah…” 

“Here you are, honey.” She hands you the keys and you take off with a small nod of thank you.

As you made your way to the hotel room your thoughts ran wild. You guess you're just not the kind of girl Harry wants to settle down with. Well, if not you then who? Probably some middle aged white woman, you told yourself, causing you to chuckle. 

“What’s so funny?” You heard his deep voice ask before you saw him. You inhaled as his hands immediately wrapped around your waist and his lips found your neck. 

“Harry…” You warned as you looked around to see if anyone was there. 

“S’there no one there.” He murmured as he continued to kiss down your neck. As soon as he unlocked the door he pushed you in and against a wall now in a deep passionate kiss. You dropped the keys on the floor as you fell deeper into the kiss. 

Harry then led your body to the bed. He gently pushed you down as he got on top of you. He slowly started unbuttoning your dress, slowly causing you to crave him even more. This made you chuckle, he was always one for slow and lingering rather than rough and hard, you’ll remember that. After he took off both yours and his clothes, you made love, for what would be the last time. 

~*~

“Let’s play something…” Harry muttered as he flipped through his playlists looking for music, sitting on the edge of the bed. You watched him as nothing but a sheet of blanket covered you. “Yes!” He exclaimed softly as a song from the band America started playing. 

You chuckled, “America?” 

“Don’t tell me you don’t like them.” 

“It’s not something I personally listen to, no.”

“What do you listen to? Let me guess some pop like Gwen Stefani?” He grinned.

You scoffed, “Hey! Don’t knock Gwen Stefani!” 

“Who said I was knocking her?” He turned and smiled at you. 

You both stared at each other for a couple of seconds before you broke the silence, “Give me your phone, I wanna play something.” 

He hands over his phone as you look up I Wanna Be adored by The Stone Roses. You softly smile and start nodding your head to the intro. 

He grins in return, “Good choice.”

You lean back and lay flat on the bed, staring at the ceiling. The song soaking up into you. Harry watched you, you looked gorgeous. Laying with nothing but the thin white sheet of linen covering you as you and your hair tousled. You truly listened to the song for the first time. 

You thought of the first time you met Harry, at an Arctic Monkeys concert. You were in the back of the pit having a drink while you enjoyed the show in front of you. You scanned the pit and were surprised to see Harry Styles standing with two people laughing and talking. You never pegged Harry Styles as a rock fan let alone an Arctic Monkeys fan, but boy, were you wrong. 

Harry felt a gaze on him and glanced toward the direction of it. You saw him look toward you, as you were staring. You awkwardly looked away. This made him laugh. He decided since you were alone he’d go and approach you, after all you could be a fan and he had an obligation to fans. 

“Hello.” He softly said to you as you stared at the stage. 

His presence caused you to jump, “Oh, Hello.” 

“Where’s your friends at?” He questioned with a small smirk on his face. 

You smiled in return, “My friend is in the pit.”

He mocked as frown, “Whaaaat? Without you?” He teased.

“Ah, you know what, I’m just not cut out for the pit. I’m more of a wallflower, if you will.” 

He nodded and stared at the pit, “I see, I see… I’m Harry.” He held out his hand.

You laughed, “I know who you are.”

His eyebrows raised, “Hmm, a fan?” 

You bit your lip trying to find a kind way to say this, “How do I say this? I just know of you because I don’t live under a rock.” 

He let out a laugh, “Alright then. And who do I have the pleasure of speaking to, might I ask?” 

“Y/N.” You grinned back at him.

It got quiet between you as the both of you stared at each other. Harry broke the stare as he chugged the last of his drink then turned to you, “Well, then, can I buy you a drink, Y/N?”

You licked your lips, embarrassed. “Uhm, yes, but, I already have a drink.”

This caused him to lean his head back and let out a laugh, “I meant your next drink.” 

You grinned and nodded, and the rest was history. If you knew all those years ago saying yes to that drink would leave you in an on and off relationship, you don’t know if you’d say yes today. 

You knew you would have to tell Harry eventually this would be your last time because you had to move on with your life. Your stomach flipped at the dread of it all.

Harry put his ringed hand on your thigh, “Hey… What’s wrong?” 

You still stared at the ceiling as you spoke the words you thought you’d never be able to say, “After tonight, I’m not going to see you anymore.” 

There was silence. It lingered for what felt like a lifetime until you finally heard him softly ask, “What?” 

For Harry, a knife twist at the thought that you didn’t want to see him again. “I said, this is the last time I’m going to see you.” You told him again, climbing up on your elbows to look at him and gauge a reaction. 

He turned all the way around, facing you, eyebrows furrowed, “Why?” 

You let out a breath, wondering if he was serious. When he still looked at you with a perplexed look you sighed and got your phone to look at the time. 

“Shit.” You muttered as you got out of bed and started to look for your bra and underwear. 

“Why do you want to end us? I thought this was really working for us.”

You scoffed, “Maybe for you but not for me. And it’s-” You shake your head, “It’s different now.” 

“Why? What happened? What big difference,” He made a motion with his hands, “was made that you don’t want to see me anymore?” 

You sighed again as you put on your dress back on and started to button it up. You walked to the window with a suspicion people were starting to catch on and know he was here. You sneakily moved the curtain back and, sure enough, paparazzi and fans were waiting out on the front of the motel. 

“Look, Harry, in order for me to move on with my life and start dating other people, I have to let you go.”

This caused him to furrow his eyebrows deeper, “You want to see other people? Why?”

You let out a sarcastic chuckle, “Well it’s not like you're going on your knees for me, asking me to be your girlfriend.” 

He frustratedly ran his hand through his hair, “You said you didn't want a boyfriend when we start-”

You cut him off frustrated, “Okay, well I do now! I’m tired of being used as the girl you fuck in between shows.” 

He rubbed a hand on his face, “Well, then, let’s do it. Let’s get together.” 

You narrowed your eyes at him, “How romantic.” You stated sarcastically. 

“I’m giving you what you want! I don’t understand what else to do?” He exclaimed with frustration. 

You closed your eyes at his oblivion. Maybe one day he’ll understand where you're coming from, but that day isn’t today. You felt tears sting your eyes as you looked away from him. 

“What?” He asked softly, moving off the bed to kneel in front of you and hug you around your waist. As he watched tears fall from your eyes he felt himself crumpling completely. 

“I just-” You cut yourself off as you wiped your tears. “I just want to be with someone who wants me as much as I want them.” 

This cuts his next sentence off as he stares at you in astonishment, finally understanding you. “Harry, we’re just not good for each other. I’m never going to be the perfect girl you need to be in front of all the paparazzi or to be able and take the hate comments from your fans or to go to fucking every single show you put on. I just- I can’t…” 

You stare down at his eyes as he just stared up at you with a mix of emotions you couldn’t read.

You finally cupped his cheeks and gave him one final kiss. You then unwrapped his arms from around your waist and walked toward the door. You gave one final glance over your shoulder and saw him sitting on the floor in nothing but his boxers, staring after you. 

“Bye, Harry.” 

[jiyansthesis]

ALL IS HELL WELL IN THE AFTON FAMILY

MICHAEL ☆ AFTON

x reader (gn but use of feminine gendered terms)

not proofread

summary: basically you and michael go on a little arcade date and everyone's alive and basically no one dies lmfao because I said so

let's pretend the arcade is kinda like dave n' busters bc I also said so and let's pretend they had decent games like today I ALSO CANNOT WRITE KISSING SCENES M SORRY

genre : fluff

you stared out the window, sighing. maybe he really wasn't coming. you turned, ready to just put your pajamas back on and leave the hope of michael even coming.

just as you were going to take your shirt off, you heard a loud rumble and then a few harsh knocks on your front door.

you nearly skipped all the steps down the stairs, swinging the door open to reveal michael, who already started apologizing.

"i got caught up in something, and I honestly didn't mean to be so late-"

"it's alright, it was only like 20 minutes," you cut him off, smiling.

"i was still late," he sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck as he revealed what was behind his back. "hope these make up for it?"

you gasped as he showed you the huge bouquet of flowers. some of the petals were falling off, probably due to the wind, but they were still pretty, and they were your favorite flowers.

"you really didn't have to," you accepted them from his hands.

"it's our first date and I was late, it's the least I could do." he had a light blush dusting his face.

you gestured for him to come in the house while you put away the flowers into a vase lying around.

when you came back, you found him awkwardly leaning against a wall. he saw you approaching and immediately stood upright.

"you ready?" he asked.

you nodded, grabbing your stuff and following him out the door, locking it.

your jaw dropped once you saw that he brought his motorcycle instead of his dad's car like you expected.

"michael, I've never rode a motorcycle before," you raised your eyebrow at him.

"that's fine," he said as he got on. "just hang on tight."

you rolled your eyes at his smirk and hopped on behind him, putting on the helmet he offered you.

"what about you?" you asked when you noticed he didn't have a helmet for himself.

"you think I'm that bad of a driver?" he teased as he took you arms to wrap around his waist.

"no! it's just-" you yelped as he pulled out the driveway, laughing as you held onto him tighter.

☆

the two of you arrived at the arcade, and you flew off the bike, happy to finally be on normal ground.

"and I have to ride that back home?" you groaned.

"you'll be riding it a lot more than that," he grinned, winking at you as he took your helmet off and placed it on his motorcycle.

you were still thinking about the double meaning to that sentence.

the two of you walked into the arcade, and your eyes automatically latched onto a huge fox plushie. it had a little pirate hat and everything! you knew that was all you wanted from this arcade, and ran over to the booth.

"5,000 tickets?!" you dramatically groaned. michael put his hand on your shoulder.

"it's not even that many tickets," he laughed. "I'll get it for you. but first let's have fun."

you looked at him skeptically before he nearly dragged you to a racing game.

he absolutely dusted you in that game, and he was still laughing at you for being so bad at it.

"that was probably the easiest win I've ever had." he poked you as you sulked.

"I wasn't even that bad!" you tried defending yourself.

"yeah, that bad."

you stomped off to another game, michael still smiling.

"hey, princess, I'll be right back, okay?" he said once you started playing another game.

"okay," you responded, deadset on getting a high score.

he left, and that's when you faltered a bit. he called you princess? you blushed and shook that thought from your head.

you played 3 more times before michael came back, startling you when he said your name. you turned, game forgotten. you already quit getting on the leaderboard by that point anyways.

he held out long strips of tickets, giving you a bright smile. "ready to get that stuffed animal?"

your eyes widened and you screamed, "yes!" and grabbed onto his hand to lead him to the reward booth.

you gleefully pointed out the fox, and michael gave the worker the tickets. once you got the plush you stared at it in happiness. you didn't even realize you were still holding hands with michael. but he noticed.

he stared at your hands interconnected and flushed. glancing back at you.

"what should we name it?" you questioned, meeting his stare.

"it's up to you, babe."

you opened your mouth to respond but nothing came out, just a few broken words. michael's getting bold with these names.

michael chuckled at you reaction and you furrowed your eyebrows.

"how about what that fox animatronic is called? foxy? it looks almost the same anyways." you gained an interest in what the floor was looking like, still feeling michael's gaze.

"sounds great," his voice made you look back up at him. "ready for a racing rematch?"

"ready to lose this time?" you countered.

☆

you did, in fact, not win a single time.

"how are you so good at that game?" you pouted as the two of you left the arcade, the sun already setting.

"I've never seen anyone as bad as you at that game. how are you so bad at that game?" he asked as you got on his bike, foxy tightly in your grip.

"maybe you're just too good!"

"maybe I am." he slipped his helmet onto your head.

"ready? I have somewhere else I wanna go with you."

"m' ready." you leaned your head against his back and held him closer.

he revved his bike and you still jumped, causing him to laugh at you once again.

"how'd you even get those tickets?" you yelled.

☆

the two of you arrived at a little drive in theater, michael parking the bike in a little secluded area.

"motorcycles can go to drive in theaters?" you questioned, finally pulling off the hot helmet.

"apparently, yeah." he ran his hand through his mullet, fluffing it out. "it might get a bit uncomfortable though."

you hummed, keeping your arms around michael.

the two of you stayed like that, until around an hour later you felt a water droplet on your forehead.

"did you feel that?" you asked michael.

"feel wh- oh." the droplets started to come down faster.

michael hurriedly took off his leather jacket and put it around you. "I'll drop you off at home."

he began to drive back to your house, and you were shivering from the cold of the rain.

"michael, aren't you cold?" you asked him while he stopped at a red light.

"I'm fine. I don't want you getting sick." he looked back at you before turning his attention back to the road.

"i dont want you getting sick." you argued.

"we're almost back at your house, I doubt I'll get sick."

the two of you made it back, and you ushered michael inside.

"my parents are on vacation anyways," you told him when he asked about them.

you gave him a towel to dry off and told him you could put his shirt and jacket into the dryer.

he took his tank top off, and you turned red as you took it and scurried off to the laundry room. you already changed your clothes, and you asked him about his pants.

"really trying to undress me like that?" the corner of his mouth turned upward as he shook his head. "i'll be fine."

you gaped.

"no need to stare, princess." he was having too much fun with this.

you spun around and stomped into the kitchen.

"it's not my fault you got all wet! I should've made you stay there in wet clothes. now you're not getting your jacket back." you started searching through your pantry for snacks.

michael seems to love sneaking up on you, because he put his hands on your hips just as you found a bag of chips. you spun around quickly, the chips leaving your hand.

"you need to stop doing that. that's like the third time." you honestly didn't want him to stop.

"but I like doing it," he frowned. you could feel his breath on your face.

your eyes were trying to find somewhere else to look, but it only led you to look at his chest, then his eyes, and then his lips.

"I, uh-" you stammered.

he inched closer and thats when you locked eyes with him.

"is this alright?" he whispered.

"yeah, more than alright," you breathed out as he pulled you in for a kiss, you putting your arms around his neck, trying to get even closer to him.

he quickly broke the kiss, and you opened your eyes in questioning.

"I love you."

[spookyscarydemonbabe]

Off Season

A/N- This was a request i got from the wonderful @imagine-all-the-imagines when i had a pretty bad case of writers block 🖤 i loved getting to write this, especially because i got to include one of my favorite books 😍

Genre- Fluff

Warnings- Mentions of some pretty gross stuff (gore, cannibalism, but it’s all for the book being mentioned)

Tag List- @imagine-all-the-imagines @hellfirewh0re @paola-carter @whiplaaaaaaaaash @ladyapplejackdnd @thatlonelypieceoftoast @efvyqrs

Words- 0.8k

Eddie checked his wristwatch for the time as you two waited in line for what felt like hours.

It was something you’ve been anticipating for weeks, and once you found out the local bookstore was doing a midnight release you practically begged Eddie to come with you. You didn’t think that there would be this many people anticipating it either.

There had to be at least 100 people in line with you, waiting for Jack Ketchums newest book Off Season. Cannibals, gore, violence. As soon as you gave Eddie the premise he immediately agreed. He wasn’t really much for books, save the Lord of the Rings series and a few copies of Heavy Metal Magazine, but he could see how happy it made you and there was nothing he loved more than seeing you happy.

“Babe, how much longer?” Eddie asked from behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist to keep you warm, “It’s past midnight at this point.”

“It shouldn’t be too long, they were supposed to open the doors at midnight so maybe they’re just slowly letting people in?” You stood up to try and see the doors over the sea of people waiting in front of you. You made sure to try and get there early, but apparently that was almost everyone’s plan, setting you back about halfway through the line.

After another 10 minutes of waiting, one of the store employees finally came out the front doors, announcing that there was only 80 books they had in stock. And you knew there was about double that many people waiting. First come first serve.

Eddie could feel your shoulders fall and he looked down to see a sad look in your eyes. You knew you probably wouldn’t be able to get the book tonight and though it wasn’t anything super important, it was something you were really looking forward to. And Eddie was determined to make sure you got it.

“Hey, you have like a hair tie or a scrunchie or something?” He said, loosening his grip around you.

“Um… I don’t know, maybe?” You checked around in your pockets and managed to find one in your purse, “Why?”

He took the hair tie from you and quickly put his hair back,

“Listen, when those doors open, i just wait you to wait outside. Can you do that?”

You giggled a bit at the way he was acting,

“I mean yeah but how am i supposed to get the book?”

He cupped your cheeks in his hands and gave you a gentle kiss,

“You let me take care of it ok?”

As soon as you heard the front doors open, Eddie ran through the crowd, bumping his way through the sea of bodies as everyone was trying to be the first ones in the store to grab a copy of the book. He luckily made it in, but after then you couldn’t be sure how many people may have gotten there before him.

You took a deep breath as you waited outside for him, leaned up next to the doors. The line of people was long gone, either in the store or on their way back to their cars from not making it inside quickly enough. He had been gone for at least 20 minutes, and you watched for him as people started leaving the store, books in their hands, excitedly flipping through the pages.

“(y/n)!” His voice got your attention and you smiled as you saw him walking back over to you after exiting the store, a plastic bag in his hand,

“While i was in there i got you some other cool books, i’m not sure what any of them were about but they were in the horror section and the covers looked pretty cool.”

“Aww you’re too sweet!” You leaned up and gave him a quick kiss, “What about Off Season? Did you grab a copy?” You asked him excitedly.

He flashed you a smile and reached inside his jacket, handing you the book that was tucked away under his arm.

You snatched it from his hand and wrapped your arms around his neck, peppering his face with kisses,

“I can’t believe you got it!”

“I got one of the last copies, i had to keep it hidden, people were getting aggressive in there.”

“Really?” You giggled, Eddie wrapping his arm around your shoulder as the two of you made your way back to his van, “Over a book?”

“Oh yeah, two moms almost ripped each other’s hair out trying to get one of those.”

Eddie opened the passenger side door for you before getting into the drivers side, setting the plastic bag of books by your feet.

You admired the copy in your hand, flipping your fingers over the pages before leaning over and kissing Eddie on the cheek,

“You’re a great boyfriend.”

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[moonwritewastaken]

Tales of Christmas Day 16 - cc!Karl Jacobs x gn!reader

Genre - strangers to lovers, Christmas, pen pals kinda

Word count - 718

We made it! It’s the last day of the 2022 edition of Tales of Christmas. I’m sorry if this one isn’t detailed enough, I kinda ran out of time 😅Thank you for coming on this journey with me and hopefully you enjoyed the festive imagines! I’ll probably take a little break over the festive period but I’ll still be working on stuff, I just probably won’t release anything for a lil bit. 

- 🌙

At the start of the year, you made a New Year’s resolution to be in a relationship for Christmas. It was mid November and you had pretty much come to terms with the fact that it most likely wasn’t going to happen if it hadn’t already. However, your best friend was ready for a last ditch effort. 

“You could always pull a Dash and Lily” you sit up from your position on the couch to make sure she knew how stupid you found that suggestion. 

“Yes, b/f/n because writing a note in a book and it coincidentally being seen by someone my age actually works in real life” she rolls her eyes at your sarcasm before replying. 

“Then why not try it and prove me wrong? You’ve got nothing to lose if you think no one will see it” you knew she was saying that to get you to do it, but you couldn’t pass up the opportunity to be right. 

“Fine, if it’ll get you to shut up” her excitement makes you smile slightly. Although you knew it wouldn’t work, you still had a slither of hope. 

The two of you get to work soon after and it doesn’t actually take as long as you thought it might. She ends up suggesting you use a manga book since it was your favourite genre, and had the largest likelihood of attracting someone suitable (in her words at least). You decide to task the reader with leaving a bookmark with their favourite manga or anime written on it, to make sure they had good taste. Immediately after you’re done, she makes you drop it off at the library and inform the librarian of your plan. 

After a week of refusing to check it even though you were curious, you finally give in. Pulling out the book, you see something sticking out the top and see that someone actually responded. Not only did they give you answers to their favourite manga, they also wrote down their favourite anime as well as a task for you. You were tasked with going to your area’s MrBeast Burger and leaving what your favourite video game was, you wondered why they chose that location but you did as they asked. 

This back and forth continued for the rest of the month as well as into December and you had caught feelings, much to your chagrin and your best friend’s excitement. You knew an ‘I told you so’ was due any day now and you were not happy about it. 

Adding to your piling up emotions, Karl (as you had found out your pen pal’s name was) and you had agreed to meet at a specific café at 2pm today. Although part of you was excited to finally meet him after about a month, the majority of you was terrified. What if you didn’t like him? What if he wasn’t what you thought? Or worse, what if you did like him as much you thought?

By the time you calmed yourself down enough to prepare, you had to leave. Reaching the café at 1:52pm sharp, you walk in and survey the people sitting by themselves. As you’re doing so, you realise that you hadn’t even thought of the possibility that he mightn’t show up. What would you do then? You’re brought out of your thoughts by a guy about your age with fluffy hair coming up to you. 

“Are you y/n?” there was no way this was Karl. He was way too cute to even be near you, let alone asking to meet you. 

“I am. You Karl?” he gives you the prettiest smile you’ve ever and will ever see and leads you to a table. 

It was clear about 20 minutes into your meeting that he was exactly who you thought, but somehow better. The two of you got along great and you realised you had nothing to worry about, except the ‘I told you so’ from your best friend that you hadn’t received yet. 

“Do you want to go on an actual date nest time?” Karl asks you this as your meeting reaches it’s natural end. You quickly agree and you swap numbers so you’re able to schedule and continue talking. 

You weren’t sure how, but you actually achieved your New Year’s resolution. 

[joekeeryswife]

Sad hugs 2 - J.K

requested! finally imagines are getting out! other requests are being written as we speak <3

After dropping Lockie off at day care, he walked to the car and immediately got on the phone with you. "hey baby, you okay?" you said through the car speaker. you were sat at your desk at work, writing something stupid on the computer. "no not really love, i was doing Locks hair this morning and she just started sobbing her heart out. she didn't know what was wrong she was just sad.

she was somewhat okay when i dropped her off but i promised her me and you would pick her up from daycare." he said as he drove to work. he heard you sigh sadly through the speaker. "that's really sad Joe. i wonder what was wrong with her. i'll try finish work in a bit, i've almost finished what i needed to do anyway so i'll meet you at home for about 2 ish?" you said, checking the time on your phone. it was 10:36am.

Joe also checked the time and agreed. you both said your 'i love you's' and your goodbyes before hanging up the phone. that whole day, Joe was worrying about Lockie. he couldn't concentrate on his acting, he couldn't focus. he just needed to make sure his little girl was safe and happier. 2pm didn't roll around quick enough. he sped back to your house and thankfully saw your car in the driveway. he parked his car next to yours and locked it before walking to the front door and walking in.

he was tired but his mind was to focused on Lockie to even think about himself. he walked in the house, searching for you, and found you pulling a top over your head. "jesus, you made me jump" you said when you saw Joe standing at the bedroom door. "sorry, how was work?" he questioned as he watched you walk around the bed to grab your phone. "yeah it was okay, couldn't really focus though after what you told me earlier. how was your day?" you said, walking back around to where Joe was.

"yeah i couldn't focus either but at least we can spend time with her now" he said, wrapping his arms around you when you got close enough to him. you hugged him back and lent your head in his chest. "i missed you" you said, resting your chin on his chest as you looked up at him. "i missed you too" he said as he bent down to give you a kiss. you kissed back and then he pulled away quickly, realising you had to go pick up Lockie.

he grabbed hold of you hand and pulled you towards the front door and walked to his car. he walked to your side and opened the car door for you. "what a gentlemen" you said, laughing. he scoffed but nevertheless laughed back and closed the car door when you got situated in the chair. he got in and started driving to Lockie's daycare. the car ride was basically silent apart from the little hum of music coming from the radio.

you arrived at the daycare after 20 minutes of driving and you both quickly got out the car. Joe grabbed ahold of your hand and laced your fingers together and walked into the daycare. we spoke to the receptionist before she left to bring Lockie to the reception. you guys waited for a few minutes before you heard little feet running across the concrete floor.

when she saw you guys, her face lit ip with happiness so you bent down to Lockie's level and you opened your arms. she ran into your arms and put her arms around your neck. you picked her up and smothered her in kisses. Joe watched the scene unfold, happy she was in a better mood than before. she pulled away from your neck and you spoke to her. "are you okay? i've missed you" you said, pushing the hairs that had fallen onto her face away.

"i'm okay. i missed you mama" she said, falling back into your chest. you ran a hair through her hair and swayed her in the hug. "do you want to give daddy a hug?", you whispered into her ear as Joe waited patiently next to you. she moved out of your chest again and she put her arms out for Joe to take her from you. Joe had a massive smile on his face when she lent over for him.

"hi angel, are you okay?" he said, kissing her head as they hugged each other tightly. "i missed you daddy" she whispered to him. they hugged for a bit longer before you both walked out the daycare, Lockie still in Joe's arms. as you were walking to the car, Lockie was saying what happened during her time at daycare and you both listened to her speak. "and then i played with the lego with Amy but she stole my character" she said as Joe unlocked the car and he started putting her in the car seat.

"well that's not nice. did you tell the teacher?" you heard Joe say as you got into your seat. "no i didn't." she said as Joe finished strapping her in. "you should have my love, that's not okay" you said, turning to her with a comforting smile on your face. she nodded her head, understanding that she should have done that instead of keeping quiet. "so Lockie, what do you want to do?" Joe said as he plugged in his seatbelt. "please can we go get ice cream?" she said, looking at him through the rear view mirror.

Joe smiled and nodded his head frantically, making you and Lockie both laugh. the car ride was filled with Lockie singing disney songs which was one of the cutest things you'd ever heard. Joe had a content smile on his face as he listened to her sing her hear out. when you arrived at the ice cream shop, you unbuckled your seatbelt and exited the car and Joe did the same.

you got Lockie out of her car seat and put her on the ground so she could walk with you. you grabbed ahold of her hand and Joe held her other hand and all walked to the ice cream shop. you found a table and Joe went to order all of your ice creams as you and Lockie sat next to you in the booth. "mama, when can i be a big sister?" she questioned innocently. you choked on air before looking down at her next to you. he had a straight face and was staring at you with her big eyes.

"you'll have to ask daddy. i'm not sure" you said, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. she sighed dramatically and looked around for Joe. after a few minutes, Joe came back with your ice creams and sat down opposite you and Lockie. “thank you daddy” she said, a huge grin on her face as he placed the ice cream in front of her. you said your ‘thank you’ after her and took your ice cream from him.

“you’re welcome baby” Joe said, wiping a bit of chocolate ice cream off Lockie’s face which had spread from the cone. she squealed and moved away from his hand and kept on eating her ice cream. after a few minutes of her being silent, she spoke up again. “daddy, when can i be a big sister?” she said, looking at Joe with the same expression she previously looked at you with.

he choked on his ice cream and looked at you wide eyed. “uhh what’s made that question suddenly come up?” he said, looking back at Lockie. she sighed dramatically before speaking up again. “well, Amy’s mum just gave her a little sister and now i want a little sister as well. now please when can i be a big sister?” she said, in a ‘duh’ tone like you and Joe should already know this. she was only 4 and she was one of the most sassiest 4 year olds you’d ever met.

“well, me and mama can talk about it later and we’ll get back to you on that hmm?” Joe replied, sharing small glances at you during their conversation. you’d honestly never thought about having another kid until recently when you’d thought of Lockie being a big sister. the memories of Joe and Lockie’s relationship when she was first born made your heart swell and you would want another one or even another two kids to witness that sight again.

you guys all finished your ice creams and spent the rest of the day with Lockie and next thing you knew you were on your way home work Lockie falling in and out of sleep in her car seat. “can you believe she said that today” Joe said, taking his eyes off the road for a split second to look at you. you squeezed his hand which you were holding and looked back at him. “i know, can you believe she wants to be a big sister. that’s cute though” you said, a big smile on your face.

“i know it was cute but she’s got a point. maybe we should give her a sibling” he whispered, heading Lockie shift in her sleep. “soon” you said, looking back at the road, seeing you were almost home. Joe parked the car in the drive way and got out first so he could pick up Lockie to take her to bed. you went to unlock the door and started getting ready for bed whilst Joe took Lockie to her room to get her ready for bed.

“daddy” he heard her whisper as she turned her head on his shoulder. “i’m here baby, i just need to get you ready for bed” he said, kissing her cheek as she woke up a bit. he set her down on her bed and went to get her pyjamas. “do you know what was bothering you earlier?“ he said to her as he pulled her dress over her body. “no daddy. i just felt sad” she said, rubbing her eyes gently.

“are you sure there is nothing you want to talk about?” he replied to her as he finished helping her put on my pyjamas. “yes daddy. i’m okay” she said, putting her arms around his neck as she hugged him. he hugged her back and kissed her forehead. “right well, time for bed my love” he said as she pulled away from the hug and got into bed. he tucked her in and gave her a few kisses before tucking her in. “i love you daddy” she said as she closed her eyes as sleep slowly took over her. “i love you too my love” he replied, pushing the stay hairs out of her face, she didn’t know it yet but she was definitely his favourite person and he’d do anything to make sure she was okay.

[lostaurorax]

from three to five?

pairing | stucky x pregnant!reader

summary | reader finds out she’s pregnant and tells the boys but they all get suprised in the end

warnings | pregnancy and indication of smut

a/n | hi my darlings!!!!! i love stucky with all my heart and wrote this bc i thought it would be super cute! i apologize if their are any mistakes about the pregnancy thing and the ultrasound stuff because quite frankly i know absolutely NOTHING about pregnancy except the basic stuff that everyone knows. anyway i hope you enjoyed this as much as i did writing it!! reblogs and feedback is greatly appreciated <3 feel free to send in requests!!

the minute you found out you were pregnant you couldn’t wait to tell your husbands knowing how happy they would be from countless amounts of times they told you they had wanted to have kids especially with you.

after a romantic dinner that wanda and nat had  thoroughly helped you plan you had come back home to the compound eager for your boys to find out the surprise.

as you walked into the living room wanda and nat were sitting their talking

“ah your back! so how was the date!” wanda said when she noticed your presence

“it was great! we’re gonna call it a night. we’ll see you ladies in the morning.” steve said as he grabbed three water bottles from the fridge and waved to the girls

“good to hear! good night..” nat said winking at you when the boys had turned their backs to them confirming it was all set

“god my feet are killing me!” you said as you took your shoes off and continued walking down the hall to your bedroom

“yeah? change out of that dress and me and stevie will run you a bath alright doll?” bucky said placing his hand on your back as steve was twisting the handle on the door

“okay buck” you said smiling knowing that probably wasn’t going to happen

as steve flicked the light switch on his foot steps came to a halt causing bucky to bump into him

“hey wh-” bucky said before realizing why steve had stopped

their was a bunch of blue and pink balloons scattered around the room, two pregnancies tests lying on the bed with a poster board that said ‘barnes-rogers baby coming soon…’ on it

as the boys turned back to look at you to confirm if what they were seeing was a dream or not it was immediately confirmed when they saw the wide smile on your face

“suprise!!”

after neither of them said anything for a minute or two you turned to walk in front of them

“hey is something wrong?” you said as your mind was racing with scenarios in which they weren’t happy that you were pregnant

as you were about to say something else both boys wrapped their arms around you and you swore you’d never felt more safe

“nothings wrong sweetheart nothing at all. it’s just we’ve dreamed of this day for so long and we can’t believe it’s actually happening.” bucky said as you felt a warm tear hit your face from his

“we love you doll so so much, and we can’t wait to raise a baby with you.”

“yeah?” you said pulling away from the hug to look at them with red noses and tear stained eyes

“yeah” they said in sync just admiring you

it didn’t last long until you were all attacking eachother like hungry animals

the next morning you woke up with two super soldiers on top of you one with his hand on your stomach and one with his hand on your boob

you couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight

as you tried slipping from beneath them to start to get ready you were stopped when weight was pressed on too you and multiple pleas were heard

“doll where are you going? it’s too early stay in bed” steve said as he nuzzled his head into your neck

“stevie we have to get ready.” you said stroking his hair through your fingers still a knotted mess from last night

“ready for what?”he said as you felt his eyebrows knit against your neck

“i have a ultrasound appointment scheduled for today.” you said knowing that would wake the both of them up

and it did like two children on christmas morning

“i’ve got breakfast!” bucky said as he kissed you on the cheek and slipped on some joggers to exit the room

“i’ll start getting ready.” steve said as he ran to the bathroom leaving you their giddy at the idea of your boys being this excited for your tiny human that wasn’t even born yet. imagining what they’d be like when it was born.

it took about two hours for you all to be ready and out of the house with a few arguments on why you shouldn’t drive and they should you ended up winning because they had no idea where the doctors office you went to was.

after about a 20 minute drive you had arrived at the doctors office checking in you all sat in the waiting room until your name was called. as you watched bucky and steve’s face all you could see was nervousness in their eyes as they looked around at all the pregnant moms and how different they all looked. some were earlier on in their trimester some were at the very end.

“you okay?” you asked them placing a hand on each of their knees

“hm yeah yeah we’re good! doing fine doll.” bucky said steve nodding in agreement

“alright we’ll their about to call my name so i wanna make sure your alright to head in their…” you said with a grin on your face

“we’re fine just a little nervous!”steve said kissing your cheek

after 5 minutes had past of you and the boys talking about baby names and you repeatedly telling them the baby would not be named ‘buckeve’ which was a name they had made up between a combination of their names your name had finally been called

“y/n?”

in usion your heads all turned to the voice and stood up

“it’s nice to see you all! please follow me!” the nurse said

you followed her to the room and listens to the instructions she gave you

“okay so your doctor is with any other patient right now but he should be too much longer so what i’m gonna have you do is sit tight for a few minutes and he’ll come in and set you up okay?”

with a nod of your head and a smile the nurse left telling all you have to enjoy the rest of your day and that she hopes everything goes well.

a knock on the door had halted your conversation with the boys

“come in!” you said

“we’ll hello y/n! how are you doing?” the doctor with the gray hair and winkled face said as he smiled at you

“hi! i’m doing well thank you! these are my husbands james and steve!” you said motioning to the men on the right of you as they waved

“ah well it’s nice to meet you! are you excited to see your baby for the first time?” he said as he started setting up his equipment

“yes very excited! a little nervous though.” steve said placing his hand on the back of your beck a gesture he would do that made you feel protected

“oh well i promise there’s nothing to be nervous about! everything will be just fine. now y/n can you pull your shirt up so i can place this cream on your stomach?” he said

“yeah of course!” you said lifting your shirt

“alright this is gonna be a litte cold just wanna warn you!” he said as he went to place the cream on your stomach

“oh yeah that’s cold!” you said as he placed the cream all over your stomach

“sorry about that! alright let me get this all set up so we can see your baby!” he said grabbing the wand part of the ultrasound machine

as the doctor got the machine working he explained to you what he was gonna be doing so you could somewhat understand what was going on.

“alright let’s see here! welp that’s your baby their on the screen! your very early on so it’s only the size of maybe a pea now but it’ll definitely grow quickly!” he said as tears filled your eyes and the boys both stared at the screen in awe

“hang on a minute..” the doctor said immediately wiping the look of joy on your face and replacing it with worry

“is something wrong sir?” bucky asked concerned

“no no nothings wrong! i just think i might’ve made a miscalculation that’s all.” he said giving any context

“and that miscalculation would be….” you said impatient

“looks like your having twins! congrats!!” he said with a massive smile on his face showing off his perfectly straight and white teeth

“twins??” bucky said in disbelief while you still couldn’t speak in utter shock and feeling like the happiest woman in the world

“oh my god…we’re gonna have twins!!” you said looking back at bucky and steve as the realization hit you.

“i’ll get these printed out and give you guys a bit of privacy. congratulations you three! these kids are so lucky to have you all.” he said as he walked out

you all sat their in shock and pure joy for what seemed to be forever before a noise was finally heard

you turned back to see bucky trying to wipe the tears falling from his eyes

“oh buck c’mere!” you said with open arms

“i’m sorry doll i’m just so happy. i never in my life would’ve thought anything like this would happen to me. this is the happiest day of my life! you both make me so happy! i just love you so much doll so so much.” he said sobbing into your neck

“i love you more bucky. i’m so proud of you.” you said rubbing his back as you mouthed ‘i’m proud of you too stevie’ to steve and he smiled knowing without you even having to tell him

as the day went on all the boys could talk about was your babies. what their names would be,their genders,how you would dress them,what their nursery would look like, just basically anything and everything.

you just admired the pure admiration on the boys faces as they talked about your children and you couldn’t believe how lucky you were.

[lukeevangelista]

Could you write a blurb of one of the umich boys your choice of the two of you going to the beach and you wanting to tan but the other gets bored and you pull out a shovel and bucket and they just start to dig a hole to pass the time :)

@cuttergauthierr said mackie or briss and then she said mackie but I already had briss planning the moment she said briss

————

“Can we-“

“Yes.” You nodded, already knowing what was going to come out of Brendans mouth, considering it was the only thing you two had done the entire time you had been visiting him in California.

“Go get dressed hotshot.” He grinned as he gave your ass a tap as you walked by.

“Rude.”

“You love it.” He cheekily grinned as you ran up the stairs to find your swim suit, your beach blanket, and two towels. You quickly changed into your bathing suit,

You shoved the rest of it in a bucket that you had picked up from the store. It came with a little shovel and figured it’d be good for carrying the small stuff you needed instead of lugging a tote down the beach everyday; plus you could make sand castles with it and that was the real kicker for you.

“Let’s go.” You said as your slides flipped behind you as you walked down the stairs.

“I don’t know.. maybe we should stay here.” He grinned, “i could think of plenty of things to do.”

“Nope.” You popped the ‘p’, “You mentioned it and now I want to tan.”

Brendan rolled his eyes as he grabbed the plastic bucket from you and grabbing your hand with his free one as you two started to walk down the stairs that connected to the beach from his parents house.

“I want to tan.” He continued to mock you as you two walked down the beach.

“Brendan, you’re not gonna lucky if you keep mocking me.” You nonchalantly said as you grabbed the beach blanket from the bucket causing him to immediately shut up.

“Lips are sealed.”

You threw your head back as you let out a laugh at the brunette boy.

“I-“

“No. Hush. This is quiet time now.” You said as you laid down on the sand, sliding your sun glasses up on your face as you heard Brendan mutter under his breath as he unfolded the chair he typically sat in.

It didn’t take long for the boy to get bored as he finally put his phone up and went into the ocean for a bit before coming to sit back with you.

“I’m bored.” He whined, “There’s nothing to do.”

“There’s plenty to do.” You called back, “Besides, there’s a whole ocean. Go pick seashells or something.” You grumbled.

“But-“

“There’s a shovel in the bucket. Go build a fort or something.” You said as you flipped over, “I’ll join you soon.“

Brendan sighed as he grabbed the bucket, setting the towels in the chair he was in and went and found a good spot to start digging in.

About 20 minutes had passed before you finally started to feel too warm, quickly standing up and going into the cold ocean to cool off before joining Bren.

“Nice of you to finally join me.” He looked up at you.

“Nice of you to finally leave me alone for a while.” You replied back causing him to scoff, “It was peaceful.”

He rolled his eyes as a playful grin tugged at his lips, “I built this. By myself.” He pointed to the lopsided, poorly structured sand castle.

You took your lips between your teeth, trying not to let out a laugh, “It looks good honey.”

“It does.” He agreed, looking proud.

“I’m glad you had fun. That’s all that matters.”

[mercy-burning]

The 13th Hour

Part of Mercy’s 1k Celebration: A collection of Spencer Reid x Reader requests to celebrate 1,000 followers.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: Reader and Spencer conduct a 12-hour sexual experiment Category: SMUT (this isn’t as hardcore as it could have been, but it’s still explicit, so 18+ only) Warnings: Some language, Sex (edging, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, female receiving oral sex, fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, aftercare) Word Count: 3.8k

Full Request: “...Okay... Spencer running a little experiment on you, seeing how many times he can edge you... and then how many times he can make you cum, being all clinical and scientific about it, I just can’t get the idea out of my head! Congrats on 1k🥰🥰🥰” — @bluesunrise02

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NOTE: I know I’ve read something similar to this before, but I can’t for the life of me remember whose post it was, so if any of you remember, or know of another concept like this, please let me know! I hope this isn’t too similar, I did try to make it a little different than what I remember from the other fic. I hope you enjoy it! Also, DISCLAIMER! I’m... not really sure if it’s realistic for this to happen in 12 hours, so excuse me if that’s a little out there. I hope it’s okay!

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HOUR 1

It was something the two of you had talked about before, but with both your crazy schedules, it was hard to find the time. But once there was a weekend where you and Spencer realized you both had off, there was no question about it. This was your time.

There was a notebook in his hands as he examined your body, laid out perfectly for him to do whatever he wanted. Though, seeing him writing things down now seemed strange considering he wasn't actually doing anything.

"What could you possibly be taking note of right now?" you questioned, verbalizing your minor concern.

He just looked up from his work and smirked at you, only for a few seconds before he went back, jotting something else down.

To experiment on your own, you closed your legs and rubbed your thighs together, hoping he'd get the signal.

The second he put his hands on your knees to spread your legs open again, you almost broke down right there. Because you finally realized why he was talking forever to get started.

He was making you wait for it. Getting you excited and antsy.

"Keep 'em open for me, sweet girl," he said softly as he ran the tip of his pencil over your bare thighs. The sensation admittedly made you clench around nothing, and he smiled, returning to write something down.

But then he was done teasing. He set the notebook and pencil down and sat beside you, making sure you looked him in the eyes before he spoke. "Are you sure you still want to go through with this? You know whenever you feel like it, you just say the safeword and we'll stop."

You smiled up at him with a slight nod and reached out to grab his hand. "I'm ready when you are, Doc."

He squeezed your hand and leaned down to kiss you sweetly. Though, the sweetness didn't last. After you started to get squirmy, his hands gently roaming your bare body as he kissed you for about a half hour—Yes, a half hour—he relented, trailing his kisses down to the insides of your thighs. By the time he actually truly touched you, you were already a whimpering mess.

If that was any indication as to how the rest of the day would go, you were in trouble. Good trouble, sure, but trouble nonetheless.

He took it easy, gently swiping his tongue out to tease your clit as his middle finger slowly—and torturously so—entered in and out of you. Whenever he could tell that you were getting closer to orgasm, he pulled back, pressing gentle kisses to the insides of your thighs again and then returning to his work sometime later.

This was a cycle that kept repeating until about another half hour had passed, and Spencer retreated to take more notes.

"You feeling okay?" he asked, brushing the hair from your face.

You smiled up at him, a little frustrated at not being able to get off, but blissed out nonetheless at all the build-up. "Mhm...

HOUR 5

By now he'd brought out the weakest vibrator you had, keeping it on a low setting as he alternated between pressing it to your clit and pumping it in and out of you. In between hours, you'd been drinking water and eaten a few decent snacks to keep yourself hydrated and fed.

You were nearing the end of the first half of the day, and after this next hour you'd be able to stop for an hour to eat lunch and take a break.

But you couldn't focus on that right now.

No, right now you were too busy gasping and moaning out every time Spencer's tongue flicked and swirled over your clit as his fingers worked the vibrator in and out of your body.

The pressure was building and building, and like it had become second nature at this point, you tapped his head to let him know you were on the brink. So he pulled away completely, leaving you whimpering and sweating.

He turned the vibrator off and came to sit next to you rather than in front of you. His hand grazed your cheek as he looked down at you, his gentle and caring nature instantly calming you down.

"Keep going?" he asked softly, rubbing his thumb along your bottom lip.

You kissed it and nodded, knowing you could hold out for another forty minutes or so. "I can do it."

"I know you can, sweet girl. Just a little longer, and then we can take a break."

He kissed you sweetly again before returning to his spot in front of you, and the sound of the vibrator turning on immediately set your insides aflame.

This time, he pressed it to your clit, and you jumped at the sensation. And as if that wasn't enough, he leaned forward and added his tongue to the mix, both of them completely overtaking your senses and sending you into a tailspin.

It didn't take very long for you to need to tap his head again, and he chuckled as he pulled away, leaning into your thigh. "So soon already, baby?" he mused.

"I can take it, I just... I need... more frequent breaks," you breathed, trying to look up at him and failing to keep your head up.

"Oh, that's gonna make the second half of this little experiment so much fun," he mused again, and then dove head-first back into said experiment.

HOUR 6

You were sitting at the kitchen table, and your legs felt like they might fall off. When you told Spencer this, he laughed and reassured you that you'd be fine, but let you know kindly that if you didn't want to go through with the rest of this and stop for the day, that was more than okay, too.

He made you toast and cereal for lunch, despite his protests to get you to eat something a bit more sustainable. But you insisted that you had to have Lucky Charms and toast, and really, who was he to say no to you?

It didn't take long for you to eat, so the both of you spent the rest of your hour-long break cuddled on the couch. You were wrapped in a soft new robe he'd just bought you for an anniversary present, snuggled into his side as he rubbed your head, his fingers brushing through your hair and almost making you fall asleep. And you probably would have, too, if not for the fact that you knew what was coming next.

Despite the slight exhaustion that was starting to wash over you, it kept you awake and alive with electricity just thinking about what the next few hours would entail.

HOUR 8

You'd ended up dozing off a little longer than expected, no doubt throwing off your experiment a little bit, but once you woke up on the couch to find Spencer taking more notes in his book, the feeling you had (relaxed and refreshed and ready to go again) let you know it was worth it.

"Can I see what you're writing?" you mumbled, reaching out to pull him closer to you.

"You can tomorrow. I want you to be as unbiased as possible, so you're gonna have to wait."

You kissed his neck and nuzzled into it, already feeling replenished and ready for phase 2. "Whatever you say, Doctor," you hummed into his skin.

About 20 minutes of making out on the couch, some water, and a bathroom break later, you found yourself perched on the bed again, this time leaning against the headboard and toying the hem of your robe, which you'd left on and open, per your boyfriend's request.

He watched you intently as your hands started to roam, slightly pushing the silk aside to expose your breasts and then gently kneading them. Under his intense staring you felt yourself grow wet again already, and it was... well, intense, for lack of a better word.

After being edged for five hours straight, even with a decent break in between, everything that was happening seemed to be amplified, every sense heightened so that with every touch and even every look, it likely wouldn't take long for you to start falling apart again.

And you couldn't wait.

Rather than tell Spencer this, you showed him, spreading your legs wide and pouting, running your hands down your front and then resting your fingers promptly at the crease of your thighs.

"Eager already?" he laughed, writing something down.

"Mhm," you whined in earnest, though you'd have been lying if you said you didn't do it to catch his attention, too.

Whether that's what did it or not, you were excited to see that he set the notebook down and was making his way to nestle between your legs once more. As he kissed the insides of your right thigh you reached out to run your fingers through his hair.

"You remember your safeword if anything gets to be too much?" he asked, pausing his trail of kisses to look you in the eye.

You nodded, repeating the word, "Raven." The day you walked into the BAU for the first time, the first time you met, he was reading The Raven, and the two of you had a decent discussion about it for hours once you'd had some free time.

And even that was before the both of you had realized just how compatible you two were. You shared a lot of the same interests, and where you didn't know about something, he'd teach you, and vice versa.

That philosophy also happened to extend into your sex lives.

You didn't even really know you were into edging and overstimulation until one night Spencer would not stop teasing you, bringing you to the edge just to pull back until you were begging for him to finish the job.

Now look at where you were.

His finger teasing your pussy and gathering the slickness that had unsurprisingly already started to form there brought you out of your fond daydream. You looked down at him, sighing out at the way he looked in that moment and the way he made you feel. And when his middle and ring fingers slowly pushed into you, his mouth dropping open and forming a small 'o' as he worked so curiously, you start to realize just how lucky you'd gotten.

HOUR 10

"Fuck, baby, please!"

Spencer came to a halt then, keeping himself buried deep inside of you as you gasped out for air.

"You wanna cum again, sweet girl?" he cooed, reaching down to cup your cheek.

You looked up at him and nodded, small whines escaping that closely resembled Mhm.

You'd already cum twice per hour since you'd started phase 2 of this experiment, but with only a few left to go, you pushed through the fatigue and focused on everything else. At first you tried to delay yourself again, thinking that maybe the payoff would be better and the overstimulation wouldn't be as bad, but you were sorely mistaken. After the third time you came, it was clear that there wouldn't be anything you could do unless you stopped it altogether, and you didn't want to. You knew your limits, and if there ever did come a time where you knew it was too much, you knew exactly how to stop it.

It also helped that Spencer was n absolute angel about everything. He always asked if you needed any water, if you were okay to keep going, if you wanted him to slow down or let you take a little break.

You had nothing to worry about.

He started drilling into you again, close to his first orgasm of the day, and you were more than willing to embrace it after having nothing but his hands, mouth, and a vibrator the whole time. Which, of course, was still a damn-near magical experience, but nothing ever compared to the way it felt when he straight-up fucked you. Especially now considering you were practically higher than you'd ever been.

When he did cum inside you for the first time that day, you yelled out, moaning obscenely at how... well, just good it felt. You couldn't think of any other words to describe it, especially while you were on the brink of coming undone yourself. Everything was just so high and sharp and good that you couldn't form proper words.

But you didn't need them.

You came shortly after he did, and Spencer still continued to slowly thrust into you. As his movements slowed, he tilted your head up to look at him, and spoke. "I think you can give me one more before our hour is up, yeah? Just one more, baby?"

"Uh... Uh huh," you breathed, giving him the best smile you could.

When he leaned forward to kiss you, his angle deepened, and you gasped out against his lips. He stayed there, taking sharp, staccato thrusts forward that kept his cum planted deep inside you and quickly started to give you another orgasm.

"You got it, baby, you got it. Let go for me, it's okay..."

His words sent you over the edge, your body finally shuddering with the effects of your sixth orgasm of the day. You clung to his neck, squeezing him until you were sure he couldn't breathe, but nonetheless, he kept at it, encouraging you with sweet words and running his hands gently through your hair.

When you were practically writhing around him in uncomfortable pleasure, he pulled out of you.

You breathed out a shaky sigh of relief against his shoulder, taking in all the sweet whispers he sent in your ear. Eventually your breathing slowed, and together you were both harmonious in slow, gentle breathing. You could have fallen asleep right there.

"I'm gonna pull back to look at you, sweet girl, is that okay?" he asked.

"Uh huh," you offered quietly, loosening your grip on him and allowing him to finally meet your eye again.

His gaze was soft, loving, everything that kept you going.

"Let's take a little break before we finish the rest of this, okay?"

HOUR 12

This was it. This was the homestretch.

After a half-hour break during which Spencer cleaned you up a bit, made sure you were rested and hydrated, and set up for this last hour and a half, he had you on your stomach. Your ass was up in the air, your cheek resting on one pillow while another laid under you for support. It was comfortable, and you knew that it was the best way to end off the experiment.

"You ready for me, pretty girl?" You heard Spencer's voice from behind you, and it made you smile.

"Ready whenever you are, baby," you offered back clearly. You were more than ready for this.

You could practically hear his smile when he said, "That's my girl." His hands ran over your bare ass, and to show that you were in good spirits, you wiggled a little, causing him to laugh as he brought his hands down to your pussy.

The contact made you clench, and a small moan left your lips as he ran his fingers through your wetness.

"I love how eager you are, sweet girl," he mused, continuing his slow back and forth motions from your clit to your opening. And you couldn't help it. You begged. You didn't even really know what in particular you were begging for, just that it was setting your soul on fire not being touched to the fullest extent.

"Please," you cried out, relishing in the way his fingers did touch you, and begging for more.

Thankfully he seemed to be merciful, not wasting any time asking questions and simply getting to work. Two of his fingers slid easily into you, and you moaned out at the sensation. Between that and the small praises you could hear falling from his lips, truthfully you could have fallen asleep. Everything was so high-inducing that it felt like you were floating.

But you didn't fall asleep. You made sure to stay fully aware of what was happening, even if it did feel like time and space were coming in and out of focus sometimes. Besides, that fuzzy feeling was how you'd come to know you were close to orgasm.

It rocked through you like water crashing onto the shore, each new wave of pleasure stronger than the next until it subsided altogether, leaving you with a clean slate in the sand. You were moaning out incoherently into the pillow as you tried to catch your breath, but then smaller, yet still prominent waves met your shore and left you humming as his hips stayed pressed into your ass.

You were coherent enough then to realize that he was coming inside you, and the fuzziness of your surroundings cleared enough for you to hear him calling out your name in sweet, blissed-out whispers. Each syllable was like a prayer, desperate and unwavering as your body relished in the feeling of his warmth flooding inside of you.

But you almost didn't even hear the last part.

"Are you okay, Y/N?"

Surprisingly to you, you found yourself unable to respond—the words were forming in your head, but your body and your mouth simply refused to do anything to communicate how you were feeling.

What did come out was, "How... much... time?"

By now Spencer had pulled out and away from you, and was now perched on the bed, beside you while his hand stroked the hair from your face. "Time's up now, sweet girl. You did so well."

HOUR 13

Time, as it turns out, had not been up.

In actuality, the last hour only ended up being fifteen minutes, and upon seeing how exhausted and almost incoherent you were, Spencer decided to call it quits. Not to mention he had been tiring, himself. It gave him ample time to clean you up and get you into a nice, warm bath, though. As you waited for the water to run, he jotted some quick things down in the notebook and then tended to you the rest of the evening.

He washed you up, gave your shoulders and head a nice massage while doing so, and after about a half hour, dressed you in your favorite, comfiest pajamas. Your legs were so weak that he half-carried you to the bed, where you almost passed out on the spot. He'd crawled into bed with you immediately after throwing on a pair of boxers and a tee shirt, and took the time to rub your head, your arms, anywhere that comforted you.

You barely registered them because of how weak you felt, but he whispered praises against your temple, alternating between gentle words and even gentler kisses.

And now, you were well into the thirteenth hour of your experiment, sleeping soundly beside Spencer as he wrote a few more things down in the notebook.

THE NEXT MORNING

He wasn't there when you opened your eyes. It worried you at first, but you saw a note on his pillow that read: Left to grab breakfast. Be back soon. I love you. —S

You smiled lazily, stretching out and instantly feeling how sore your muscles were. Through a wince, you stretched out some more before spotting Spencer's notebook on his bedside table.

And... Well, he did say that you could look at it after the experiment was over, didn't he?

So you climbed over, grabbed the notebook, and flipped it open, your stomach fluttering with butterflies at the thought of what he might have written.

Sure enough, the more you read, the stronger the butterflies got. Your eyes skirted over page after page, detailing in bullet points the filthy things he did to you and how you reacted, every hour a highlight reel of all that he tried and even some of the things you'd said. Some of it you didn't really remember at first, but it slowly started to come back to you as you woke up more, the blush on your cheeks deepening immensely as you read on.

You got near the end of the experiment, and that's when you noticed an added 13th hour.

More than curious as to what that could entail, you read a few paragraphs in Spencer's messy handwriting that sent a shot of warmth straight to your heart.

Y/N has finally fallen asleep. This is the 13th hour we've spent together today since the experiment started, and truthfully I think it's my favorite one. I find that even the intense fire I felt burning through me all day could never compare to the warmth I'm feeling right now, as she sleeps beside me, blissfully unaware of what I'm writing while her breathing softly threatens to lull me to sleep. I can't think of a better feeling, to be surrounded by her presence. It's comforting and warm and beautiful, and that's not even the half of it.

No matter what remarkably devious things I do to her body in the name of sexual experiments, what matters most to me is that at the end of the day, Y/N feels just as comforted and warm and beautiful as she makes me feel. Which is why I think I'll bring her blueberry pancakes tomorrow morning— they're her favorite. And while I'm out, I want to pick up some of her favorite snacks, some flowers, and maybe a stuffed animal or two. And... maybe that's a little much...

But as long as she knows how much I adore her, nothing is ever too much.

Your throat was suddenly tight, and tears threatened to escape, every muscle in your body tense as they tried their hardest to prevent you from actually crying. Maybe the physical intensity of yesterday was to blame, but deep down you knew that Spencer's heartfelt words would always be more powerful than any physical toll on your body, heart, and soul.

You hadn't even registered that he'd come home, his voice snapping you out of your little trance.

"You weren't supposed to see that yet," he said softly with an amused laugh. When you looked up, his hands were holding a bouquet of pink carnations, your favorite.

And with the soft, loving look in his eye, a tear managed to fall down your cheek. "I love you," you whispered through a smile, feeling your body start to break down after holding in all the tears.

"I love you too, sweet girl," he replied, striding over to you in a few steps.

When he reached the edge of the bed, you sat up on your knees and grabbed his face with your hands, bringing his lips to meet yours as the flowers tickled your chest over the thin material of your shirt.

"You're going to smush the flowers," he mumbled against your lips, and you laughed, pulling away to take them from him.

"Thank you, they're beautiful," you said, tilting your head down to instinctively smell them.

Spencer smiled back at you, and the sight made your heart beat a little faster as he said, "Just like you."

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