#girl i noticed you didn't leap out of bed

[coreancitizen]

"... where have you been sleeping?" "Here." "Here? How?" "Next to you while you slept. It's a big bed, you know." "Have you lost your mind?? No wonder people were giving me strange looks."

[taesansbeloved]

DO YOU TRUST ME? (엔하이펜)

synopsis: when you ask if you could have their phone. warnings 🚨 tooth rotting fluff, kissing, skinship, pet names, and all that cheesy relationship stuff. not proofread 👍🏻

(Hyung line)

a/n HIHI. so this is my first enhypen post and I wholeheartedly hope you enjoy it ;) maknae line here

Heeseung (희승)

"hey, baby." you announced as you walked into the living room where Heeseung is resting his on the couch, manspreading and scrolling on his phone mindlessly. "hi, gorgeous." he smiled up at you fondly before returning his attention back to the phone. "can I have your phone?" you asked with a small, innocent smile. Heeseung paused his scrolling and look up at you with a smile playing on his lips. "Ofcourse you can, darling. can I ask why though?" He asked as he placed his phone on your open palm. "no reason, just curious." you said as you unlocked it and sat beside him. "I'm sure you've noticed that my phone is strictly you themed." He whispered in your ear as he watched you open his gallery and scrolll through the endless pictures of you. "You love me." you tease, turning your head to face him, surprised by the closeness. "That I very much do." He whispered as he leaned in, connecting his soft lips on yours while sliding his arms around your waist.

Jay (정승)

you were in the kitchen, watching your, handsome as hell, boyfriend who is sat on the couch with his laptop on his lap, doing some serious work by the way his brows are furrowed. you remembered that tiktok video you saw earlier that day and decided to try it out. you walk up behind his and slide your arms around his shoulder. his brows ease as he melts into your touch. "hi, dear." he said softly, looking at you with gentle eyes. "hi, love. can I ask you a weird and random question?" you ask with a cheeky smile as he narrows his eyes at you while nodding. "can I have your phone for a second?". He nods as he hands you his phone. "the password is 7782." He said, pecking your temple before returning back to his work. "that easily?" you questioned as Jay looks back at you with a gentle, soft smile. "baby, I have nothing to hide. plus, I trust you and I know that you trust me... oh and please be quick with my phone, jake said he'll call earlier." he said simply as if he just didn't make your heart leap out of your chest.

Jake (제이크)

jake was laying in bed with you cuddled to his side, head on his chest. then suddenly you remember that tiktok you saw the other day of a girl asking her boyfriend for his phone as a test of trust. you rested your chin on his chest and looked up at him with innocent eyes. "what do you want, sweet girl?" he asked, very familiar with those eyes of yours. "can I have your phone for a sec?" You asked, attempting your best nonchalant voice. jake raised one eyebrow at you and looked at you suspiciously. "I don't mind but why though?" he asked as he reached for his phone that was charging on the nightstand. "I don't actually need it, baby. I was just testing you." you chuckled as you pecked his neck. "testing me? why? don't you trust me?" He asked, faking sad puppy eyes. you felt a surge of panic go through you. you hastily sat up and put your hands on his chest, "no, baby. it was just a funny joke. ofcourse I trust you." you said leaning down to peck him all over the face. "sweetheart, I know." he chuckled as he held your face infront of his, giving you a soft kiss. "I know you trust me and I very much know and belive that I trust you with all my heart." he whispered as he held you closely.

Sunghoon (성훈)

Sunghoon glanced at you suspiciously when he saw you lurking in the doorway of your shared room. "baby, standing there isn't gonna do you any good. just tell me what you want." he said with a soft smile, loving your little random acts. "can I have your phone for a second?" you asked as you looked at him with hopeful eyes. "I don't see why not." he said, getting up from his place on the bed with his phone in his hand. "here, baby" he said, handing the phone to you before turning away. "wait. aren't you gonna ask why?" you asked, confused as to why he was so chill. the tiktok you saw had the man interrogating his girlfriend. "baby, we've been together for long enough to know that we hide nothing from eachother." he said nonchalantly. your eyes softened as you ran over to him and strangled him on the bed. "I love you." You said while peppering his face with endless kisses. "all this for my phone?" he asked, very much enjoying this. "I love you too, gorgeous." he said giggling under your touch.

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[eclipseslayer]

SWEET GIRL

• NANAMI KENTO X F!READER SMUT ONESHOT

• SUMMARY: You're exhausted from work, and so, you slip into your safe space, and ask your "daddy" to help relieve some of your stress.

• CW: age reg., daddy kink, Kento calls you, "sweetheart," "princess," & "little one,", creampie, cunninglingus. (p.s. I use "little space" incorrectly, I apologize about that. I'll do better in the future!!!)

• WC: 1.7k

Nanami Kento always understood what it meant to have a bad day at work.

He always understood the exhaustion and the headache that came with it—hell, he was an expert in dealing with it, which is why he understood why you often had to slip into your "little space" after a terrible day at work.

He understands that his girl needs to be taken care of and pampered. You always pamper him whenever he has a bad day, so it's honestly the least he can do while you're in your little space.

"There we go, sweetheart." A smile graces Kento's face when he hands you your stuffed animal.

He finds you cute and endearing whenever you're surrounded in bed by your stuffed animals. Your gleeful smile is what makes this all worth it to him.

"Thank you, daddy," you respond in a sweet manner, pitching your voice higher up. He feels his heart thrum in his chest at how adorable you look right now, laying in the bed, under your pink covers with big, fluffy, stuffed animals on your left and right.

"It's my pleasure, sweet girl," Kento hums and he leans over, planting a kiss on your forehead.

You beam a bright smile at him, and he feels his legs go weak. He'd do anything for you, he thinks, because he loves seeing you happy.

"Now, do you need anything else before I let you go to sleep?" Kento asks, crossing his arms while looking at you.

Caring, soft, brown eyes watch you as you think for a minute. A shy look graces your expression as you slowly sit up; stuffed animals fall from your sides as you adjust in the bed.

"I know we jus' made the bed, daddy, but uhm… wanna play…"

Kento notices your soft and shy tone, and he smiles warmly that you still would like to "play" with him, despite getting all comfortable in your bed.

Kento obliges easily as he starts to unbutton his blue collared shirt. He slips off his tie with it, taking in no thought in saying no to you as he undresses.

He strips down to his underwear, leaving himself in his briefs before approaching the bed.

Slowly, he crawls on top of you and he smiles, taking in your little features—how you have your hair tied up into a braid, your cute baby tee you have on, and your sweet pink panties that have a cute little lace bow on them—he feels happy that this makes you happy, reverting to an age where you feel like you have no responsibilities or a care in the world. He supports you in every aspect, and wants to take care of you in every way, even if you're like this.

He gently reaches out and caresses your face; a soft smile tugs on his lips when he sees you nuzzle into his hand.

"Little one, do you want me to take off your clothes for you?" He asks, gently.

His gentle nature is much appreciated by you as you let out a soft hum—pensively, for a moment—but ultimately you shake your head, deciding that the clothes will help you stay in your little state better.

"No, daddy. Just m'panties, please."

Kento offers you yet another warm and gentle smile, one that he knows makes your heart leap.

You always told him how comforting you found his smiles, even if he didn't smile often, you found his smile to be one of the best things to be comforted by. His smile is gentle, and sincere. He never smiles in a fake way, at least, not around you, so whenever you can get a smile out of him, you always find it special, and you hold it dear to your heart.

His smile is especially potent in moments like these—where you're in your little space. It makes your heart leap because you know your daddy is so willing and eager to take care of you and set your mind at ease. You know that he knows that you find his smile so endearing and comforting, so it's especially important to you.

His large hands slip under your body and turns you over so you're laying on your stomach. He hums at the sight of you, so sweet, as you grab a pillow and hug it.

You feel the weight of the large man shift behind you, placing his legs at between yours while his hands grip your thighs and pushes them open.

Then, you feel a pair of soft lips start to kiss your shoulders, slowly and gently, making their way across your body in a skilled and calculated manner as your daddy knows exactly where and how to make you shiver, and ways to make your toes curl.

He does exactly that as his lips map your body, finding where "X" marks the spot on each side of your neck, the spot between your shoulder blades, the middle of your back, and just above your bottom that makes your breath hitch.

God. The sound of your breath and the little sighs you make makes his cock stir in his briefs. He grunts at the sudden stimulation, but regardless, he continues his trek with his mouth, kissing down, and down, and down… until his nose is buried between your pretty, plump ass-cheeks, and situated above your fluttering folds.

He hums, pleased at the sight, and with his large hands he grips the globes of your ass and begins to slowly lick at the center, brushing the flat of his tongue over your pretty folds.

You shiver and your toes curl from the sudden touch.

Kento smirks, knowing he's reached another spot that "X" marks.

He resumes without a second thought, the flat of his tongue licks slow, and long licks over your pussy, testing the waters for how sensitive you are.

Lucky for him, you seem to be very sensitive today as your toes curls and you whimper with almost every lick that Kento gives you.

His grip on your ass tightens, suddenly, and his eyebrows furrow as he shifts into being more focused. His tongue, slips between your folds, the fat of his tongue fills you so well, making you let out a moan.

Your grip on your pillow tightens and you whine.

"Daddy…"

Kento hums in acknowledgment, pleased at your choice of words as he continues to slowly move his tongue in and out of you.

You moan with every thrust of his tongue, and your hips arch into his face.

Kento lets out a hot breath against your pussy as his tongue darts in and out at a faster pace, earning more and more moans from you. His ears perk up as he listens to your moans, and his cock twitches again.

Fuck.

You sound so good, Kento can hardly contain himself. He grunts as he removes his tongue from your pussy—

"Daddy!" You chide him, but you're quickly shut up when Kento locks his lips around your clit and sucks.

"Oooooh!"

If Kento could've smirked, he would've. He's glad that he can get you to react like this, just by using his lips. It's so easy to get you to squirm, to whine, and to moan, and fuck, does it make him hard that he's the one who can give you this much pleasure.

He gets so hard on knowing that he's doing this to you, so hard that his lips are making you feel this good.

"D-Daddy! S-Somthin'… is happenin'!" You squeal, and you bury your face into the pillow as you start to pant.

Kento takes this as a cue to suck harder, and, just like that, you're cumming. You moan, loudly, and your body jolts and shivers, squirming as you cum onto Kento's tongue.

"Mmm…" He groans, and slowly licks up that creamy, white liquid that spills from your pussy before pulling away. He sits up on his knees and begins to pull his underwear down.

His eyes remain on your body as he pulls down his briefs, brown eyes locked onto your figure while you try to regain your breath.

"Daddy's gonna use his big parts on your little parts now, alright, princess?" He says, gently, and he chuckles when he sees that all you can do is nod.

" 'Kay…" You murmur, blinking slowly.

With that, Kento grips his cock and, with a grunt, he pushes the tip against your pussy, feeling the wet mess that lies there.

His eyes roll back as he stimulates himself for a moment, but it's quickly interrupted by his frustrated girl.

"Daddy…" Your tone is sharp, and unforgiving.

Kento chuckles, "Forgive me, princess."

With that, hoping you'd forgive him, he slowly pushes in. His thick, long cock slowly fills you, making you whine.

"O-Oooh… D-Daddy…"

Kento smiles, though his jaw drops quickly once he feels himself bottom out in you.

Fuck.

Your tight, little pussy makes Kento's balls throb, and he swallows thickly. On top of that, you calling him daddy makes him elated, simply because he knows that this is making you feel good.

He swallows thickly, and he leans down so his chest is pressed against your back. His lips meet your skin on your shoulder, and slowly, he starts to thrust, rolling his hips into yours.

You think he feels so delicious as his cock slowly fills you with each roll of his hips, as it allows for your brain to turn off for a good few minutes, reveling in the feeling of euphoria clouding your head.

Sweet moans escape your mouth as Kento fills you, and fills you, and fills you—hitting that delectable spit every single time.

He feels so good, you think to yourself as you begin to babble under your breath, taking in the feeling of everything—how close he is to you, and how his cock fits so perfectly inside of you like you were made for him—it's all so perfect.

Though, soon, Kento's perfect, slow rhythm begins to become erratic as he lets out short, panting breaths. He swallows thickly and buries his nose into your neck as his large hands fist the bedsheets on each side of you.

"Close…" He murmurs into your neck and groans, though, his eyes light up when he hears you murmur the same.

With a few more thrusts, Kento finishes, shortly followed by you as you both release a loud moan, and heavy breaths.

Kento spills into you—hot and heavy—and then pulls out, slowly, wishing he could stay buried inside you forever, but he knows that's unlikely.

"Felt so good, princess…" Kento murmurs into your neck. You hum, contently, and a smile graces your face.

He smiles.

"Mmm, that's my sweet girl."

[maddie-dog-story-blog]

Thanksgiving at his Family's House

"Sorry, sweetie! Brandon didn't tell us he was bringing a guest! This is the only chair we have left! I'm just so happy that you're such a tiny little thing, that you fit!" Your boyfriend's mom told you as she slid the tray of the high chair in place.

At least you got to sit next to Brandon, you thought to yourself as you looked at the crowded room filled with the unfamiliar faces of your boyfriend's relatives.

It would have been nice if Brandon could have warned his family he was bringing you. It would have been nice if he would have had the time of dinner right. Maybe if you had been on time or his mom was forewarned, you wouldn't be dressed in your holiday best, locked in a high chair, waiting for Brandon to make you a plate like a toddler.

But, you weren't going to make a fuss and risk a bad impression the first time meeting his family. And you were glad you didn't.

As dinner went on, you found yourself happily chatting with all of Brandon's family members. They were all so kind and interesting that you totally forgot your childish seating arrangement.

As you chatted away with Brandon's sister, a 27-year-old woman just a few years your senior, you didn't even mind when he left, saying he was going to play football in the backyard.

At least, you didn't mind until all of the delicious food you had been eating started to make its way through your body.

"Hey, do you think you could let me out so I can help clean up?" You asked your boyfriend's sister timidly as you started to notice mother nature running it's course through your bladder and bowels.

"Of course not, sweetie! You're our guest! Make yourself comfortable! No cleaning for you," she said as she cleared your plate and utensils off the tray of your highchair.

You turned to Brandon's mother, hoping for help from her as a cramp rocked your body.

"Um, ma'am, could you let me out? I'd like to keep getting to know you all and don't want to be stuck at the table," you asked politely.

Your boyfriend's mother grinned.

"Oh, sweetie! You don't have to get out of your seat for that! I'll just roll you into the kitchen so you can talk with us while we clean!"

You blushed as the larger woman easily tipped the high chair back on its small wheels and rolled you into the kitchen.

You gripped your stomach and squeezed your thighs together as best you could as his mother and sister spoke with you while doing dishes.

However, after a little time, the sound of running water in the sink and the pressure of the large dinner you ate became too much. With zero fanfare, your bladder and bowels released at once, destroying your panties and cute holiday skirt.

Tears immediately pooled in your eyes at the humiliation of what had just happened. You were trying to plan a way out of the situation when Brandon's sister turned from the sink, and her gaze fell on you.

"What's wrong?" She asked just as the smell hit her. "Oh! Oh, no! Why didn't you tell us you needed to?" She asked rhetorically, letting the last words of her question drop off.

Tears began to roll down your cheeks in earnest.

The slightly older woman leaped into action immediately at your obvious distress. She whispered in her mom's ear then rescued you from your plastic prison. She easily lifted you onto her hip like an infant, embarrassingly smushing the mess in your panties into you, and carried you to an upstairs bedroom, decorated for a young girl.

"Don't worry, sweetie, we'll get you all fixed up and know one will be the wiser!"

Your boyfriend's sister expertly stripped you of your clothes and produced another holiday outfit, this time a red dress that looked a little big for you. She also pulled a large, white diaper out of a dresser.

You were too embarrassed to protest or ask questions as she had you lay on the bed and diapered you. You then meekly raised your arms as she pulled the dress over your head.

You spun for her at her command. She clapped her hands together, satisfied.

"Perfect! And no one else has to know! If anyone asks, I just thought you would look amazing in this cute little dress I used to wear to Thanksgiving in middle school, and you agreed to change!"

You nodded your head obediently, ready to agree to any story other than the truth.

"And, if you have any other little, um, accidents," your boyfriend's sister said conspiratorially, "just let me know, and your new big sister will be more than happy to take care of you again."

You blushed, but nodded your head in affirmation meekly, not ready to piss off the woman who just helped you after watching you mess yourself in a highchair.

She led you back into the rest of the house, where the rest of the family was now gathered together watching football. Brandon's mom gave you an empathetic look as you carefully walked over to your boyfriend and sat next to him.

"Hey, baby," he said, making your face turn as red as your dress, "Cute outfit! My sis is letting you borrow her clothes? I told you that she'd love you!"

You just snuggled into him and made a non-committal noise.

The rest of the night went blessedly smoothly. Everyone socialized amiably, updating each other on the happenings in their lives before it was time to leave. You were only reminded of the events earlier in the day twice, when Brandon's sister asked if you needed any more 'help.'

As you left for the night, his sister made sure to give you the last hug. She let her hand drift down your back and onto your padded rear-end, squeezing it before announcing to the rest of the family, "I've always wanted a baby sister, and I'm so happy my little brother has seemed to find me the perfect one! I can't wait to see you at Christmas!"

The rest of the family cheered in agreement as you walked out the door to the car, your boyfriend beaming at how much everyone loved you. You, on the other hand, couldn't help but feel like you were going to learn to dread holidays with his family as you let a little trickle of urine into the diaper wrapped between your legs.

"The Christmas Debacle."

[inuyashaluver]

please write some more leah x reader being parents fics 😮‍💨

parents - leah williamson

leah williamson x reader

description: in which you and your wife go through life with your two favourite little girls

warnings: fluffy cuteness

a/n: i was feeling mrs williamson, you get me? i hope you all enjoy lovelies, i love you all!!!!

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leah williamson knew from the moment she met you, there was no one else that would occupy her mind. that first time she laid her eyes on you, she knew that you were the one and it wasn’t even a question.

this girl was obsessed with you, and she knows that she always will be. she didn't think she could be more in love with you, not thinking it was possible.

but for the lack of better judgement, she was absolutely in love, and grows more in love each and everyday she’s with you.

and to leah’s surprise, that love grew tenfold when you gave her the greatest gift of all, two beautiful little girls.

–

you and leah originally met in the youth teams, both of you growing a fascination for each other from afar. you were from australia and her from england.

both of you happened to be captains for your respective teams and had a few, friendly interactions with one another, feeling the sparks fly from the moment your hands touched in a handshake.

yet, you both didn't do anything about it. instead, stolen glances and stalking on instagram seemed to be the backbone of both of your adolescent lives.

your relationship flourished when you joined arsenal in 2015, the two of you getting along like a house on fire, and in no time, it grew into a relationship and then into a marriage in 2019.

and later that year, you both decided to take the leap and have children. the second best decision the two of you have made other than getting married.

though the conversation came up early in the relationship, it was settled when leah found you sobbing on the couch one morning.

“baby?” leah called out gently, her hand patting your side of the bed, immediately disappointed you weren't in your spot. it was until she heard distant sniffles in your shared apartment that she went into crisis mode.

that's when she found you, sat on the couch completely bundled up in thick, fluffy blankets. you were crying, hard on the couch, eyes and nose red looking absolutely shattered.

“hey,” leah says softly, kneeling in front of you immediately, looking right up into your eyes as she took your hands in hers.

“love, what's the matter?” she frowns, scanning your tear stained face, you sniffle, taking in sharp inhales as you look at your concerned wife.

“i had a dream” you choke out, gripping onto her hands tightly as you recall your dream. leah’s frown grows, “a nightmare, love?” she questions, waiting patiently for you to catch your breath, you shake your head and leah’s eyebrow quirks.

“it was a good dream” you cry, leah stares at you for a moment, “baby, i’m a little confused here, you're sitting here crying before training over a good dream?” she clarifies, watching you nod along with her words.

“what was the dream about, love?” leah sighs, you wriggle in your spot, leah takes it as a sign to sit on the couch, pulling you to rest up on her lap, her hand seeking refuge on your thigh and your back, rubbing back and forth over the skin with her thumb.

“in my dream,” you say nervously, leah noticed you looked a little flushed, she nodded at you in encouragement.

“i had a dream where i was pregnant, and we had another little child as well, and you were kissing my belly while the little girl was on you, we were all laughing and it was sunny and warm” you smile, tears still glistening in your eyes.

“and you were so happy, and i was so happy, i just wish it was real, it was a lovely dream” you breathe out, leah stares at you in fascination, her smile unmistakable as she looked at you.

“lovey, you had a dream where we had kids?” leah chuckles, you nod looking embarrassed, “baby girl, i can give that to you” she assures, watching you turn bright pink under her gaze.

her smile immediately grows to a smirk. she presses gentle kisses along the underside of your jaw all the way up to the shell of your ear.

“let’s make your dream come true” she whispers, gently biting the lobe of your ear, you shiver as the words spread throughout your body. and that’s how you were both late to training. and long story short, your little girls came a lot quicker than expected.

your two children were exact clones of you and leah, it was uncanny how similar all of you were. your first daughter, ella, now 3 years old while your second daughter, lila, now 2.

the two little girls were inseparable and by the heavy influence of their mums (leah), they're absolutely obsessed with football, an absolute bonus that their mums were some of the best footballers in the world.

–

“mumma! mumma!” ella screams, little lila trailing along behind her, parroting her big sister’s words, “mumma! mumma!” lila giggles, both of the little girls sprinting towards your’s and leah’s bedroom.

the cute thing about your daughters is that they had a perfect mix between yours and leah’s accent, sometimes sounding more australian and sometimes sounding more english. you and leah loved it and everyone found it so fucking cute, how could you not?

leah grumbled, burying her face into the crook of your neck in an attempt to shut out the screeches coming from your girls.

“what could they want now?” leah groans, her lips brushing your neck, you card your hand through the top of the blonde’s hair, chuckling as the slightly older girl hid from her daughters. 

in leah’s defence, she just wasn’t really a morning person, especially on a rare weekday off, she loved her girls more than anything but she also really loved a lie in.

“mumma, mumma” you whisper in leah’s ear, making her squirm on top of you as you both giggled quietly before the storm that was your daughter’s came in.

ella makes it in first and effectively jumped on top of both of you, lila in the corner still struggling slightly to make it on the bed but getting there in the end and settling on your lap.

“good morning” lila chatters, making you and leah chuckle, leah flipping around to rest her back on the headboard to match your position.

“good morning bubbas, what did you need?” leah says cheerfully, contrasting her groans from two minutes ago.

“mumma, i have a question” ella says determinedly, leah’s eyebrows raise in surprise, all this fuss for a simple question, “okay, lovey” leah smiles.

lila on the other hand was not interested in her older sister’s questions, and so she cuddled up to you instead, resting her cheek on your chest as you both watched ella work up the courage to ask her question.

“mumma, do you have a crush on mummy?” ella says cheekily, you immediately snicker under your breath, she’s definitely learned this from preschool.

leah can't help but giggle as well, “do i have a crush on mummy?” leah clarifies, looking over at you with bright eyes and a cheeky smile before settling back on your oldest daughter.

“i have a big crush on mummy” she emphasises, watching ella’s face completely light up, not knowing she looked exactly the same, ella giggles, ultimately making you all giggle together, even little lila who was disinterested up until now.

leah leans down, whispering something in ella’s ear that you couldn't make out, until ella gives you a cheeky smile like she did to leah just before.

“mummy, do you have a crush on mumma?’ she snickers, you laugh immediately, trust leah to want confirmation from a child. “yeah mummy” leah smirks, sending you a sly wink, “yeah mummy” lila parrots, resting her chin on your chest and looking up at you in fascination.

you chuckle, pinching her cheek gently, “yes, i have a crush on mumma” you roll your eyes affectionately, ella now standing up in the bed and jumping up in down in the bed to show her excitement. 

lila scrambles from your lap, ella holding the little girl’s hand to help her up before they both jump up and down.

“kiss! kiss! kiss!” they chant, you can't stop giggling at your daughters, they are so much like you and leah.

leah wastes no time, smirking before her hand landed on the back of your head gently, pulling you in closer, you breathe out a laugh against her lips, “you heard them” she mutters, kissing you sweetly, keeping it extremely tame for the young girls.

the bright laughter from the two girls made you and leah laugh as well, you both found it endearing that they loved to see you both loved up.

–

you got up first the next day, both you and leah had a game today for arsenal, it was adorable how much your family bled arsenal through and through, much to the influence of your wife but who was anyone to complain?

“my babies, do you want chocolate chip pancakes or blueberry?” you ask the two girls, walking into the living room where they were both playing together and watching cartoons.

ella thought seriously for a moment, she was a little fussy like her mother but you didn't mind. if there was one thing that leah loved about you, it was your incredible patience. 

ella looked a little frustrated, looking between you and her sister, finding this a hard decision, oh if the big decisions in life were only this simple. “how about i make both?” you smile at them, ella nods enthusiastically, thanking you profusely as you giggled at her.

you get started on breakfast, knowing leah would be up soon, the game was in the afternoon so there wasn't too much of a rush. you make them into love heart shapes because you're not an animal.

you were in your own little world until you felt two familiar arms wrapping around your middle, “hi, gorgeous” leah mutters into your shoulder, gently swaying you side to side, “good morning, baby” you smile, leaning back into leah and relishing the contact. 

“look at you, baby, your little hearts are so cute” she says affectionately, kissing your cheek repeatedly, “do you like them?” you grin, looking up at leah sheepishly once you see her lovestruck eyes.

“i like this one a little more” she places her hand gently over your heart, leaning down to kiss your lips sweetly, “but these are a close second” she says cheekily against your lips before pressing her to yours again tenderly, giving your behind a quick smack before getting the girls to come to the table for breakfast. 

you all ate together before you all started to get ready for the game, helping both of your girls into their jerseys that said “mummies” on the back, something they both wore with pride.

once you all got to the emirates stadium, the two girls with much popularity amongst the team arrived with all of you. you had lila perched on your hip while ella was carried on leah’s back, yours and leah’s hand linked together as you walked through the hallways up to the change rooms.

up until warm ups, the girls would usually stay beside you until your families got there, then they would be passed off to watch the game from the stands, one of their favourite activities.

they loved watching you and leah do anything but there was just something so special about them watching you play football together.

–

the game was successful with a 2-1 win, one of the goals from you with an assist from leah, you swore you heard your little girls cheering from the other side of the pitch.

you and leah, after exchanging handshakes and hugs with the teams, you both sprint towards the friends and family section, extending both of your arms out to them. 

“mummy! you got a goal!” ella exclaims, hugging you tightly as you lifted her over the barrier, “just for my girls” you grin, nuzzling your nose against hers, making her giggle.

leah holding lila smiles at the both of you, peppering the little girl’s face with kisses, making her giggle as well, you all chatter amongst each other before you took them around to take photos and autographs with everyone.

almost every game, hundreds of people always had gifts for ella and lila, clearly loving to spoil them as much as leah did, and you as well but leah always went over the top, she's a williamson after all.

“look, baby, do you see the sign with our names on it? we’re going to sign it” you tell ella, the girl squealing excitedly as you ran over to the fans. you talk with the fans with leah, signing shirts and signs and posing for photos.

“mummy, can i sign it?” ella whispers in your ear, you chuckle with a nod, helping the girl sign her name while leah helped with lila, “you're naturals, lovies!” leah says proudly, pulling you closer with a hand on your hip to walk basically on top of her.

both of the girls are placed down on the pitch and immediately ran over to the middle of the pitch where a ball was being passed between beth and steph.

“auntie bethy!” ella cheers, lila following behind screaming a little “auntie stephy!” your teammates brighten immediately, “my favourite versions of (y/n) and leah!” beth teases, laughing as leah flips her off subtly from way back. the older girls pass the ball to the little girls and laughing while playing along to them.

“they're so cute” you coo, “who, beth and steph?” leah jokes, making both of you giggle, “yes, and our children” you laugh, leah pulling you into a tight hug, “they're very cute, and so are you” leah smiles, kissing your nose affectionately.

“so are you” you smile, kissing leah softly before resting your cheek on leah’s chest, both of you watching your little girls with a proud smile.

you and leah enjoy the intimate moment before the girls run up and hug both of your legs, making you and leah lay on the floor as they flop down on top of you.

“mummy, our girls are so strong!” leah fake groans, you nod in a agreement, “so strong, mumma!” you breathe out tiredly to keep up the act, ella and lila smile proudly, all four of you giggling in the middle of the pitch before it was time to go home.

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leahwilliamsonn: my three favourite girls in the whole world

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yourname: guys, leah cried over this photo after she took it

↳ leahwilliamsonn: you promised you wouldn’t say that!

↳ yourname: baby! i can’t help it, it was so cute!

bethmead_: how you produced two absolutely perfect children is beyond me

↳ leahwilliamsonn: so rude bethany

↳ yourname: they are perfect aren’t they

arsenalwfc: also our three favourite girls

↳ leahwilliamsonn: i am literally right here

↳ yourname: oops

[polarisjisung]

MAKEUP, MAKE OUT

synopsis: somewhere between testing eyeshadow palettes and mascara wands, renjun tests the prospect of loving you

wc: 1k

pairings: best friend!renjun × fem!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none (I hope)

notes: not proofread so there's bound to be some typos

As renjun finds you positioned between his legs, tapping a light brown shade of shimmer over his eyelids, he can't help but wonder how he'd explain the situation should anybody walk in.

How could he explain the fact that his best friend was quite literally seated on his bed straddling him, so close that from any other perspective you'd look at least half way into a heated makeout session, perhaps something more.

Your hot breath fanning his neck, and his own two eyes helplessly trailing over your soft features, he couldn't bring himself to look away. Each and every time he'd find his gaze falling upon your lips, a deep shade of pink. He wanted to kiss you, he realises.

Best friends didn't do that.

Renjun wonders why the thought even comes into mind or why today was the day, despite your countless other attempts at getting him to agree to let you do his makeup, that he'd said yes.

Though he doesn't have to search particularly far for the answer when you tell him to keep still for the nth time

"stay still jun, ugh, nana would've been a much more compliant client"

Renjun could barely stand the thought of you looking jaemin's way, let alone being half as close as you were with him right now, with those long lashes of na jaemin's, that girls would always fawn over, fluttering so prettily in front of you.

"nana huh" he scoffs, great, you're on a nickname basis now

"so moody" you roll your eyes, somehow still smiling down at the boy who wore a frown on his lips, "you're lucky you look pretty" you laugh.

Your laugh is loud, not in an obnoxious sort of way, but in an unapologetically you sort of way, that renjun loved to hear, knowing you opted for softer, quieter and nowhere near as genuine laughs in public. Some part of him glad that this was a laugh only reserved for him.

"you're saying I need makeup to look pretty?" renjun wonders if you can notice the pink creeping up across his face and spreading over his cheeks, hoping you'd think it was simply the blush you had applied a little earlier.

"of course not, I think you're the prettiest right when you wake up" you don't mean to let it slip, a small piece of information you would've liked to think he could have lived without knowing, softly patting the powder against his skin.

"well I think you're pretty all the time" his lips turn upwards slightly, his hands finding your waist "my pretty girl"

you barely seem to notice as he whispers under his breath, too focused on deciding which lips colour would suit him best, the slight crinkle of your brows no less than adorable

Like every best friend had, he'd thought of the possibility of more, with great consideration.

He'd thought about how walking around with your fingers intertwined rather than an arm lazily thrown over your shoulder might've felt, how introducing you as his girlfriend instead of a girl friend could make his heart leap out of his chest and perhaps most importantly how the thought of seeing you with someone else had him balling up his fists and grinding his own teeth against each other.

He knew he liked you, it hadn't been hard to admit to himself, but somehow it didn't seem so easy with you.

"renjun?" you call for the nth time, "which one do you think is better?" you alternate between the two tubes of liquid lipstick, "one or two?" but yet again, renjun seems to be in his own world, eyes glued onto you and yet somehow he's not listening to you at all.

"jun, you're staring" you wave an arm in front of him

he wonders where he'd given up trying to hide how he felt for you, a lazy smirk lining his lips,

"I am" this time, pulling you closer by the belt loops of your jeans, so your chest is flush against his "my pretty girl"

you hum, reaching for a soft brown lip liner

"what are we?" he asks before you can connect the pencil to his lips, shiny eyes causing your breath to catch in your throat

"best friends"

and for the first time ever, renjun finds himself absolutely loathing the confident tone of your voice. How after all these intimate moments, and far too many not so best friend like thoughts did you not see a thing

"have you ever thought about more?" you're scared to nod, but your head moves faster than you can let out the word no and suddenly it seems honesty is the best policy

"I don't think we've been just best friends for a while now" renjun smiles as the words fall from your lips, music to his ears

"then let me ask you again, what are we?"

"you know what we are jun" your voice is softer than before, an airiness to it that renjun finds himself basking in the warmth of.

"I want— no I need you to say it" his voice has reduced to whispers now, lips centimetres apart

"what if I showed you instead"

his thumb traced over you bottom lip, a soft "okay" muttered under his breath as his hands reached up to cup your face, your lips pressed against his in an instant.

he smiles against your lips, another kiss pressed to your lips before he forces himself back.

"you have no idea how much I've been waiting for this moment" he begins to pepper soft kisses across your face, finally leaning in again, this time taking your bottom lip between his teeth.

You wouldn't dare let him pull away, your breaths deep and rushed as you find your fingers tangled in his soft brown hair, strawberry lips perfectly locked with your own.

but when you do take a moment to breathe, your eyes land on a starry-eyed huang renjun staring up at you, looking like the prettiest mess you'd ever seen.

[snowwybear]

𝔟𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔠𝔞𝔱 𝑔𝑜𝓁𝒹𝑒𝓃 𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 | 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦

Based off this post

Vinnie missed you like crazy, currently he was in Japan. He loved Japan and wanted to show you around one of his favourite cities, so he organised a trip with you and a couple of friends to go to Japan. Unfortunately, you had a family emergency and couldn't make the trip. Vinnie tried to not get sad at the fact you weren't coming, he understood it was out of your control but still he was upset that his girl wasn't with him.

He and his friends were out shopping, wondering into each shop not really paying any attention to which shop they were going into, when he spotted a familiar beige and pink packaging in one of the stores they were in. He recognised the brand, Calico Critters small little plush dolls. You had brought a house and displayed it on your bookshelf. The house only came with one animal for the house, and he was currently staring at a lot of cute fluffy animals in need of home. He picked up one he thought you would like and went to pay for it, he couldn't wait for your reaction.

"... and yeah that's pretty much it". Vinnie said as he finished explaining his trip to you. Currently the two of you were cuddled up in Vinnie's bed looking through the photos Vinnie took on his trip to Japan. As soon as Vinnie came home and saw you awake lying in his bed, cuddled up to Hera, he pretty much jumped on top of you attacking you with kisses. He hadn't even started the process of unpacking his things, he was just too excited to be home.

"It sounds like you had fun. I'm really sorry that I couldn't be there again". You said sincerely.

"Stop apologising it's fine". He reassured you. "Actually, I have something for you". He got up from his bed and made his way over to his suitcase.

"You didn't have to get me anything". Surprised, you sat up on the bed.

Vinnie unzipped his suitcase, rummaging around in it before finally finding the box under some clothes. He looked up at you with bright eyes. "Hold your hands and close your eyes".

You obeyed his command. Vinnie made his way over to the bed, sitting on the edge of the bed gently gripping the box. He goes moves the box into your hand before hesitating slightly. What if you didn't like it? Shaking off his nerves he quickly placed the box in your hands and telling you to open your eyes.

You gazed onto the pink and beige box. Inside the box was a family of seals dressing in little sailor outfits. Calico Critters? You didn't think he took any notice. The house you bought sat open on your bookshelf, it was a childish thing to buy but you wanted that sense of nostalgia.

"What the fuck? Why did you get this for me?" You asked a little too aggressively. It wasn't quite the reaction Vinnie was expecting but he had known you long enough to wait and gauge your reactions.

"I don't know, I just saw it and thought of you". He said

You stared at the box. You had played with these toys as a kid. You had bought the house to feel like a kid again, since recently you've been overwhelmed with how life has been treat you. You put the box down on the bed and leaped forward, wrapping your arms around Vinnie's neck. That wasn't the reaction Vinnie was expecting either.

"You're so nice to me, I hate you". You whispered.

"I love you too".

[ilovebuckers5]

⋆.ೃtreat me better ࿔*:･

paige Bueckers x fem!reader

words : 3k

themes :

-angst

-18+

-comfort

warnings :

-drinking

-slight sexual content

-homophobia

A/N - I got this idea at like 2 am and it took me three days to write it but I love it tbh.

No matter how close the game was, the girls will always go out after a win. Most times I choose to not tag along since i'll probably get pushed aside. This time Paige and the girls came home more excited than usual. They made it to the final four. I was laying on the couch watching a couple episodes of friends when the doorknob of my apartment shook open. The sound of Paige's keys jingling single handily lifted me off the couches cushions. My eyes lit up even more when Paige's bright eyes met with mine.

I was originally just a trainer for Paige when she tore her ACL but during all of that, I was also trying my best to improve my volleyball career. Once I realized that being Paige's trainer would lead to a bit more, I also realized that I would get invested in everything else. Now that she was healed I tagged along the other girls, helping them out when no one was there to help with their own injuries. Finally, the season was almost over. All the other people that helped out with the teams injuries were back and ready to work. So this was my chance to get back on the volleyball court and actually pursue something. Paige was there the whole way. Anytime I would push her away so that she could focus on her own goals she would say something along the lines of "you helped me so much y/n I can't just not give anything back" and I just couldn't say no when she had that sexy of a voice. Who said that. Everything was chill, me and Paige stayed friends and we helped each other reach our goals. It felt nice to have such a good friend by my side with all that I was going through.

Paige walked through the door and her bright blue eyes met mine. She had a couple tears of joy in her eyes ready to fall and once they did I was ready to gently wipe them away. I wrapped my arms around her torso while hers were lifting me up in the air. Wow she never did that before. A loud giggle left my mouth when i noticed that I was in the air now. The blondes arms had a tight grip on my waist, keeping me up with stability. When she finally let me down all she did was jump around the living room like a child. "Did you see me and Nika's blocks?" She yelled across the room while I stood in place with my hands on my hips. A very entertained look was on my face while I watched Paige leap through the living room. "Yes i did! I saw everything!" I rushed up to Paige to hold her in place and calm her down. Before I could pull her into another hug, our phones buzzed at the same time. Paige pulled hers out first and looked down at a text from KK asking if we were up for a party tonight. Without hesitation Paige grabbed onto my wrists and shook them around while begging for me to come with. "Are you serious Paige? We do this every time, i don't like parties...." Paige kept on whining while giving me puppy dog eyes. I guess this once wouldn't be bad.

WRONGGGG

So I gave in and went to my bathroom to get ready. Most of Paige's stuff was here already so she didn't bother going back to the teams house to get ready. I spent around 45 minutes getting ready. I don't know why. It's not like there would be anyone important there. It's just a party. Nothing more. I dragged the mascara wand against my eyelashes while blinking to dry them quicker. I took one last look in the mirror before going to my closet to pick out an outfit. My eyes were immediately drawn to a black tube top and some jean shorts. It was probably going to be cold outside so I grabbed a red zip up to cover my bare collarbones and shoulders. The only shoes I could find were my red converse which I was kind of lucky to have. I walked out of my walk-in closet to find Paige sitting on the edge of my bed, putting on a pair of shoes. The moment i stepped out, Paige's eyes were very obviously clinging to my body. She tried to hide the fact that she was staring hard at my top by complimenting me quickly. "Shit you look good! Everyone's gonna be on you..." Her words dragged on with very clear tones of jealousy. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a red button up flannel. Fuck me.

Once I had grabbed my purse and some lip balm, Paige held my hand while walking out the door and I locked it behind us. We walked over to Paige's car and the moment we got inside it was Drake on repeat. She sadly grabbed the aux before I could. The entire drive was filled with Paige's voice cracking every other lyric and me pretending to not know every line. The bar that the girls decided to be at seemed way nicer than the others. Of course I may have not been out either the girls a lot but the times that I was, most of the places they partied at were just a tad bit sketchy. Paige parked her car next to Aubrey's and stepped out of the car before brushing off her shirt by sliding her hands down her chest. She clearly wanted to look presentable. The second I heard Chase Atlantic playing on the speakers I couldn't resist from singing, almost screaming, to the lyrics. I waved to a couple of the girls who were sitting at a booth right ahead of me and Paige.

"What took ya'll so long?" KK said before shoving Paige's shoulder with a wide smile on her face. "This one did" Paige said gesturing behind her to me. "She must have someone to impress huh" Ice teased me while poking at my hip. I let out a forced laugh knowing that they were right. "Nuh uhhh. I just like doing my makeup to go out..." I lied quickly. Before anyone could make anymore remarks on how i cared about my appearance, Nika came around the corner with a plate of shots for everyone. I jumped up once she set down the cup and wrapped my arms around her back. "NIKA!" I squealed, clinging myself onto Nika's body. She leaned back a little, almost falling back from the intensity of my hug. "Woah! Heyyy!" Her arms settled around my waist, melting into my back. My eyes were shut against Nika's skin but when I opened them I saw Paige staring the both of us down with not an ounce of happiness on her face. I tried my best to not react but jesus it was hard. Is Paige Bueckers, my best friend, jealous that i'm hugging her teammate? Or am I just tweaking.

I stepped away from Nika and gave her a squeeze on her forearm before pulling Paige to the side and whispering to her. "You good? You looked pissed at me just right now." She did nothing but nod. Just a simple nod. She took a sip of her drink before going over to talk with Azzi. I looked around the building to see if there were any other girls scattered around the place but for the most part everyone seemed to be in the same place. I walked up to the table of our booth and took a shot before leaning my head on Paige's shoulder. Most people viewing from afar would think that we were dating but I swear we have no feelings for each other. Paige doesn't at least. I had been messing around with the short sleeve of Paige's flannel when I felt someone tap my shoulder. I spun around to find one of my old volleyball teammates staring at me. I didn't realize it was her until she gave me that 'bitch do you not know me' look. I gasped louder than ever before wrapping my arms around the girl. "Oh my God Liv?! What are you doing here?" I squealed while pulling myself out of the hug. "I transferred a couple months ago! I saw on your Instagram that you went here and decided to surprise you. Plus my boyfriend plays for the basketball team so..." I turned around to pull Paige over in Liv's direction to introduce the two girls. "Paige this is Liv!" I say, frantically tapping the blondes shoulder. "Remember we played volleyball together in high school?" Paige was silent but seemed chill. She just kept of nodding in agreement with the same enthusiasm I was giving her. "I'm gonna go catch up with her ok? Don't dance without me p!" I yelled out while walking across the bar to sit down with a couple of Liv's friends.

I ended up sitting between her and a brunette guy. I didn't want to rude, so I introduced myself to him before Liv could. "Hey I'm y/n." I held my hand out in front of the guy. He looked at me in the eye, making me notice that his eyes were even more blue than Paige's. Damn. He held onto my hand and shook it for what felt like longer than needed. He had a shy smile on his lips and did anything he could to not break eye contact with me. "I'm Carter." It felt like our hands were melting together before he pulled away to look at Liv. "Carter this is y/n!" Apparently me and Carter were quiet enough for people to not realize that we already knew each other by now. "Oh yeah she introduced herself already." He pointed his thumb to the side, motioning to me. A little time passed that was filled with mindless drunken conversations. My head had slowly fallen on Carter's shoulder and It took me by surprise when he didn't shove me off. So I pretended to sleep soundly when I was really listening in on whatever nonsense every what talking about now. I slowly tried to inch my arm through Carter's to loop our limbs together. This is when he knew that I wasn't asleep, he gently moved his arm away from his hip for me to fit my arms through before closing in on my arms. What the fuck am I doing. Now I tried my best to act tired when he tapped me "awake." I sat up and looked around while rubbing my eyes gently enough to not smudge any mascara. "I think I'm gonna head home now." Liv snapped her head to me and furrowed her eyebrows. "What why? We've only hung out for a little bit." She whined. "I don't know I'm just tired already." I groaned while standing up and grabbing my purse. I was about to leave when I felt Carter's strong hand hold onto mine while he lifted himself up. "Let me drive you home."

Me and Carter were halfway to exit when I remember that Paige was probably still waiting for me. Just as we were going to cross the booth that Paige and her team were at I changed my mind. "Actually Carter I'm sorry but I have a friend that goes home with me and I cant leave her alone." His expression changed immediately.

"I'm sure she'll be fine." He had his hand wrapped my wrist now.

"Seriously I would feel so shitty if I just left her." I laughed off what started to feel like fear.

"No. Come on stop being ridiculous, you need to get home." His hand started to tighten around my skin.

"Carter can you stop. Just let me go home with her." I started to try and shake my arm out of his grip.

"Y/n just fucking stop. Lets go." He tugged on my wrist, trying to lead me out the door. This was perfect timing for me to be in the girls' sight now.

"Shit! Carter let me go!" I stopped walking and stood still while trying to pry his hand off of my wrist.

Finally Paige looked up and saw what was going on. Not a single ounce of hesitation crossed her mind. She stood up and rushed over to me. "Hey man let her fucking go!" She stormed in Carter face while holding a hand around my waist, pulling me away from the brunette. Carter was startled away by the 5'11 girl that had just as much confidence and more than his own. I had a couple tear in my waterline but quickly got rid of them by blinking and wiping the wet streaks of of my face. "Woah back off, I'm just trying to take her home." Carter snapped at Paige. "No, fuck off." Paige turned around with me in her grasp and walked back over to the booth. Everyone but Caroline didn't even realize what just happened. "Fine, I wouldn't want to fuck a dyke anyway." Carter yelled back at both me and Paige. It took everything in me to not turn around and swing at Carter. So Paige did it for me. she threw a hard punch right at the brunettes nose, knocking him back against the floor. "Jesus Paige!" I wrapped my hands around both of her arms and pulled her away. Her adrenaline faded away in less than a second but I swear I could still see fume flowing out of her ears. She winced while rubbing her knuckle back and forth. "Lets go." Paige said coldly while look down at Carters now bloody face. I nodded silently before holding onto her hand and walking the two of us out the exit door. Surprisingly, Paige hand gotten even a little tipsy that night. As much as I didn't want to make her drive, I didn't want to get into a crash at 12 am so Paige drove me to my apartment and unlocked the door. "Paige no. come in." I refused to let her drop me off and deal with whatever anger was built up in her alone.

I practically dragged Paige out of the car and through my door. She seemed more drunk than I was right now. I walked her to my bathroom and tapped on the counter, gesturing for her to sit down on it. She lifted herself up and winced again after putting pressure of her wounded hand. Her legs were swinging back and forth while she fidgeted with her own thumbs and I grabbed a first-aid kit and some rubbing alcohol. Her legs were spread just enough for me to fit myself in-between. I rested against her thigh while holding her fist in my hand and gently swiping away the excess blood. "This is gonna hurt." Were the only words I let out from when she punched Carter to when we almost fell asleep. I dabbed a cotton ball soaked with rubbing alcohol on the very tip of her knuckle, causing Paige's head to tilt back while she swayed her feet a bit more aggressively. "Shit!" she whined a bit before I pulled the cotton ball away and threw it in the trash can. Now that her fist was clean I could've just left it like that. I could've cleaned up the mess, put everything away and go to sleep. But of course I had to raise her hand up to my lips and place a gentle kiss on her knuckle. A lingering smell and taste of rubbing alcohol transferred to my lips but I tried to hide that. When I looked up, Paige's eye were locked onto mine. I did everything in me to attempt to look away but before I could I felt Paige's soft lips pressed into mine. I quickly got more comfortable with the kiss and slowly moved my hands to wrap around Paige's waist. I tilted my head to the side to perfectly fit her nose in between my eye socket and my own nose. She pulled away gently to look at me and protest what just happened. "I'm sorry-"

"Shut the fuck up."

I moved my hand up to Paige jawline and continued to wrap my lips around hers. I could feel that she didn't want to pull away but felt like she had the need to. "Sit up." I whispered through kisses and that she did. Paige stood up and moved her hands around my back, slowly moving them closer to my ass. I led her to my room and shut the door behind me before pushing her against the bed. I unlatched our lips to speak one more time.

"How long have you wanted to do this?"

"Long fucking time."

"I know."

I let my tongue slip in between Paige's lips, tangling itself with her own. Her hands were now running a long my back under my shirt. I pulled away for one last second to take of my shoes and jacket before fully crawling on top of Paige's lap and placing kisses down her neck and collarbones. Soft whines escaped the blondes mouth as I move closer to the opening of her flannel. Without removing my lips from her skin, I unbuttoned the flannel to reveal just a black sports bra. I looked up at Paige, giving her a look that was waiting for approval to take off her bra. She nodded eagerly giving me the chance to take it off. I couldn't help but stare at her tits before moving my lips further down her chest now reach her stomach. I traced my lips against each toned ab that she had. I could feel her stomach flexing against my mouth once I reached her bikini line. Now I gently unzipped her jeans and slipped them down her legs before tossing them to the side. The only noise I heard were the desperate whines leaving Paige's mouth, getting louder the lower I moved my lips. I practically tore her boxers off.

This is what I needed.

[milliesfishes]

THE IDEA OF BILLY AT THE FIREPLACE AROUND CHRISTMASTIME WITH YOUR KIDS IS JIST. ALWAYS ALWAYS ON MY BRAIN. Like watching him goof off with your kids ☹️ talking about Santa and coal ☹️

(sent AWHILE AGO (love you miss you Franci <3 <3) somth short and sweet as an apology for the angst hehe

౨ৎ꣑ৎchristmas time with billy and your daughter౨ৎ꣑ৎ fem reader x billy the kid

Candles twinkled on your fireplace mantle as you stowed another present under the evergreen tree dripping pine needles on the floor. You could hear Kat's sunny laughter outside along with the low cadence of Billy's voice through the frosty window. He'd taken her out to play in the snow before dark, and now hours later, they were returning when the sun had gone to sleep.

Billy's idea had been to tire Kat out so she'd go to sleep quickly, but based on what you were hearing, the plan hadn't worked as well as he may have hoped. When the door burst open and your little girl flew in, nearly knocking you over as she flung herself into your arms. "Mama!"

You squeaked, tumbling backwards and laughing as she did. "Did you have fun?"

"Daddy an' me made a snowman!" she exclaimed, her cool little hands on your arms. You kissed one of her rosy cheeks, hardly noticing the thump of Billy's boots until they were close. A pair of arms slid under your body, and then you were in the air, Kat still atop you. She shrieked as you held tight to her, laughing some more when Billy pressed kisses to both your heads.

"Kat, what'd we say 'bout knockin' Mama over?" he inquired playfully, spinning you both around and drawing another giggle out of her. It was the sweetest sound in the world- you could have listened to it forever and never grown tired of it.

With a smile sweeter than sugar, she wrapped her arms around your neck and murmured, "I'm sorry Mama."

"It's okay," you assured her, hugging her tight again. Billy sank into the sofa, and Kat escaped as soon as he was steady. You used the opportunity to lean in and press your lips to Billy's, melting when he returned it and shifted you closer. You giggled when he nipped your bottom lip, arms finding their way around his neck. "Hi."

"Hi baby," he murmured fondly, eyes soft when he pulled back. If you were melting, he was a puddle. Thumb on your chin, Billy tilted your chin up for another kiss, interrupted only by a very loud meow coming from the other room.

You lifted your head just in time to see Kat darting into the room holding a very grumpy looking Fish under his arms. His usually sleek black fur was ruffled, a low annoyed growl emanating from his throat. Kat deposited him between you and Billy, and Fish looked up at you, tail flicking in a bothered way.

"Kat, be gentle with Fish, remember?" you reminded her with a kiss on her forehead, picking him up and holding him to your shoulder like a baby.

"He was eating Willow's chicken," she said innocently, and Billy grinned, ruffling her hair.

You sighed, shaking your head at Fish and clicking your tongue. "Well..."

On cue, Willow trotted in, leaping onto the sofa and kneading at Billy's leg. He winced at her claws but let go of your hip to pat her head. Kat giggled and petted her messily, but Willow didn't seem to mind, her familiar purr starting up. Billy grunted as Kat climbed onto his lap too, smiling up at you. "Dunno how much more I can hold, darlin'."

"Alright," you laughed, shifting off of him so Kat could have more room. She cuddled into Billy's chest, and you settled next to them, still under his arm. Fish remained on Billy's other leg, patiently letting your daughter pet him. You smiled at the sight, closing your eyes and focusing on the feel of Billy's hand drifting up and down your shoulder.

"Daddy is Santa comin' tonight?" Kat asked sleepily, and your lips twitched up. This was a magical night for her, and you were determined to keep it that way for as long as you could.

"Only when you're asleep," was his reply, and you hid a laugh in his side. Anything to get her to bed. Billy was tired, you knew, but he'd never let Kat see it.

"Oh," she said, and you pressed a kiss to Billy's chest, counting the seconds. One, two, three, four-

"Wanna go to bed!" she declared, and you lifted your head, watching her race off to her room, surely to put her nightdress on. You could hear her rummaging through her drawers from here. Fish left Billy's leg for the floor, stretching and flopping to clean himself.

Now that his lap was empty, Billy pulled you back onto it, chin dropping to your head. "I thought she'd never settle down."

"Aww." You sat up, facing him and pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Tired out already, Daddy?"

"Baby," he groaned, burying his face in your chest. "She's unstoppable."

"She's got your energy," you smiled, scratching the back of his head and fingering one of his suspenders. "It may be troublesome now, but it'll be a good thing when she gets older."

"Yeah." He smiled, planting a kiss on your nose. "Yeah, you're right." Billy pulled you to snuggle against his chest, leaning back and forth a few times. "You must be tired too, baby."

"Mhm," you mumbled, letting yourself sink into him. Rarely since Kat's birth did you low down unless he was there telling you to. You'd heard whispers from other women of their men who hardly did a thing for them once the baby was born. Billy was exactly the opposite, attentive and loving as any man ever was. He adored his daughter, and that adoration only heightened yours.

"C'mon, we gotta get you to bed," he mumbled, kissing your head and lifting you as he stood. "You're gonna get some sleep, baby.'

"The presents-" you started, remembering the ones specifically marked from Santa that you needed to put out before morning.

"I'll take care of it," he said softly, securing you against his chest as he crept past Kat's room. You could hear the sounds of her sleeping through her door, dreaming of sugar plums and snowdrops.

Love coated the air as Billy gently laid you down, pressing his lips softly to your brow before he laid down too. Snuggled against his chest as he pulled the covers over you both, you could nearly feel the magic of Christmas sprinkling over the house like fairy dust.

Billy peppered gentle kisses in your hair, paying you every bit of attention you'd been craving from him all day. His fingers chased the ache from your joints, soft words erasing any strife that came with raising a child.

Even though he was attentive all year, this felt special. Love on Christmas was the epitome of light, and yours burnt bright enough to last you the next twelve months. With Billy, holiday magic lifted you off your feet, keeping its place in your heart as long as you were in his arms.

"Merry Christmas, Billy," you whispered into him, another of his caresses sending you to the shores of sleep.

"Merry Christmas my love," he murmured as you closed your eyes, drifting into your dreams. Waking or sleeping, you were never without him.

[darylbae]

hiii, could you write something fluff with vamp daryl and a fem reader that really likes to stay in the sun? and even tho daryl cant stay for long in the sun he likes watching her enjoy herself for afar💕😭 sorry for the bad writting english is not my firt language

my girl and her garden — daryl dixon🩰

in which vamp!daryl just loves to watch you in the sun

note: i dont have a specific kind of vampire in mind when i write this, so none of my vamp!daryl stuff is really the same.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

It never took long for you to understand what Daryl was. You'd grown suspicious long before he'd admitted it to you, noticing he'd never eat around you and would always go out to find his own food. He'd find reasons to stay inside if he could, not that sunlight burned him alive, but too much of it was harmful. It terrified him when he finally told you, worrying he'd be go back to being alone again. He didn't want to, but he enjoyed your company, he enjoyed waking up and working around you, surviving with you. So now the pair of you were stuck together. Of course, you had a lot of questions. "Will you outlive me?" "Will you stay the same forever?" "Will you get sick of me and eat me?" And he answered them all however he could. Daryl loved how different you were to him. He found comfort in staying inside, keeping to himself, and that had all changed when he'd met you. You loved being outside. You loved the sun kissing your skin, you loved gardening and doing everything you could outside. The cabin the two of you shared was fenced in and kept safe, thanks to Daryl. And had a lovely open area of grass, you'd even built flowerbeds, to plant and watch over your food. Even as it had been raining a lot, you enjoyed at least being on your porch, watching your crops flourish in the rain, listening to the heavy thrum of the rain against the leaves and trees surrounding you. It had finally starting to shine again outside and you almost leaped out of bed to get some UV on your skin. Skipping coffee and breakfast, you'd put on a summer dress you'd kept over the years, and off you went. The sun was beaming down onto your skin, onto your plants, fruits, and vegetables. You couldn't be happier as you bent down to admire the growing strawberries. Daryl had only just rolled out of bed, feeling the vacant space beside him and worrying. Only to see the door to your cabin open, and could hear your sweet voice humming quietly in the distance. He'd poured himself a coffee, standing at the door frame and fishing into his pocket for a smoke. He could do this for hours, he could make a profession out of this. Watching you, studying you, the way you smile at every bit of progress your garden was making. If he were to eventually die, this is what his Heaven would be. You looked up, to see the moody shadow at the door frame and smiled sweetly at him, lifting a hand to wave. He'd returned the gesture, flapping his fingers at you and inhaling deeply on his cigarette. You'd leaped up from your squatting position, running excitedly up to Daryl to show him your work. "Dar! Look!" He stubbed his cigarette against the wall of the cabin, not wanting to blow smoke around you. "What is it, honey?" You lifted the strawberry, a large, deep red, juicy looking one, and held it up to his face. "I know it's not to your taste, but try it! Look how amazing it's grown!" You held it to his lips and he'd taken a bite, holding your gaze almost seductively. You wanted to drag him to bed and show him a good morning. But there were more exciting matters at hand, like your marvelous strawberry. "That's amazing. Well done, my girl." He cooed, wrapping an arm around your waist and tugging you into him. Your stomach tightened quickly at the praise, and you'd accepting the affection from him. Daryl always knew how to make you feel special. "Better get back out there!" You hurried back outside, after handing him the rest of the strawberry, and got back to work. Daryl stayed where he was, comfortably inside and had the perfect view of you. The sun lighting up your skin, making you glow as if an Angel had come and roamed the Earth. A small part of Daryl resented what he was, it limited what he could do, especially with you. If he could, he'd eat, sleep, bathe, and make love under the sun with you. He wanted to enjoy it as you did, but he was content with watching you for now.

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Hellooo if u could please write renee rapp x billie eilish x reader. BUT I want reader to be a dom and maybe like Renee and billie were dating and reader is obsessed fan or sum and she stalks them and finds what they like, and then ‘meets’ them in a shop or sum and they get close or wtv and then smut 😁😁

Painted Red

|| Billie Eilish x Reneé Rapp x fem!reader

|| Warnings; smut, obsessive/stalkerish reader, light swearing, dom reader, switch billie, bottom reneé, little dialogue, the three get drunk together, strap used, strap blow job, deep throating, gag mention, squirting mention, reneé receiving

|| Summary; when reader 'meets' Billie and Reneé at a café, things take an expected turn for reader.

Requests open!

Started; october 24th

Finished; october 24th

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Billie and Reneé have been together for months and fans couldn't be more obsessed with their relationship if they tried. You were one of those... more obsessive fans. You kept up to date with every little detail, there wasn't much you didn't know about your favourite artists. You knew how Reneé used to golf, even before it was mentioned in the interview. You were just good at deep diving into things you were interested in. The hyperfixations you had tended to get- well, incredibly intense. Honestly your behaviour was close to stalker level with Reneé and Billie.

Today was a good example of that obsessive behaviour. You'd found out that they were both in your town and when Reneé posted a picture of them on her spam, you could immediately recognize the little local café they were at in the background. So you grabbed your keys and decided to 'run in randomly' to them at the café. There was no way you could pass up the opportunity.

Bumping to their tunes in the car, you headed for the café. Driving just slightly quicker than maybe you should've, wanting to get there before they left. When you arrived, you tried to act as casual as possible. Hands in your pockets, walking in with confidence as you headed for the counter. Ordering whatever your go to order is, then turning your head and pretending to notice Billie and Reneé.

"Oh shit no way! Billie and Reneé?" Their heads turn to look at you, both smiling. Billie gives you a once over and subtly glances at Reneé. She could see the subtle look of interest behind the blonde's eyes.

"Yeah, baby?" Reneé smiled as you walked over.

"Can I get a photo?" When she called you 'baby' your heart felt like it was trying to leap out of your throat.

They nodded and smiled, "yeah of course." Billie let you sit beside her, the three of you fitting into the photo.

You stayed and talked, got your order then came back and joined them again. It was like the three of you had known each other for ages. You were just comfortable talking to them and they liked talking to you. So much so that they seemed to have a silent conversation with their eyes. Billie even invited you back to their place. And who were you to pass up that opportunity?

When you got there Reneé pulled out the alcohol and the three of you started drinking, none of you really noticed what time it was or really cared. It was well past 11pm when you started feeling a little tired.

Billie couldn't help but notice and smirked at you," Wanna go to bed?" She asked and your cheeks flushed. Even drunk you knew she was flirting, she definitely didn't try to hide it. Reneé giggled and poked your cheek.

"Your face is all red~" She teased, words slurring together. You couldn't form words, all you did was nod in response and both girls grinned. Reneé took your hand, leading you to their room.

When you got there, Billie pulled you in for a kiss. The smell of alcohol filled your nose but you hardly cared. All that mattered was that your favourite popstars were into you.

Her lips moved against yours while Reneé went and dug through the closet, you weren't entirely focused on what she was doing. Only caring about how Billie's lips were against yours in a bruising kiss.

That was, until you felt something silicone touch your arm. You broke the kiss with Billie to see Reneé looking at you with a smirk. Silicone strap in hand, rubbing the tip against your forearm.

"Well, baby?" She asked, like you even needed the invitation. You took the strap and the three of you stripped yourselves of your clothing. Once the strap was on you, giving it a little tug to make sure it was snug, your eyes traveled down Reneé and Billie's bodies. God they were more stunning than you could have imagined. Your breath caught and Billie's hand came to your chin. Getting your attention.

"Don't go getting distracted on us." Billie teased, you nodded and Reneé pulled you over to the bed. Making you sit down as her mouth worked to wet the strap. Her tongue twirling around the sides, moving her head up and down. Her eyes never leaving yours. You were pretty certain your cheeks were permanently painted red.

Reneé hollowed out her cheeks, a gagging sound leaving her throat as she felt the tip slide down. Billie walked over and sat next to you, pulling you into a kiss while her hand went to Reneé's hair, giving a gentle tug as she forced her to deep throat the silicone. Reneé came up and gasped for air, giving her a glare when she saw Billie smile sheepishly. Her head rested against the side of yours.

Seeing Reneé and Billie like this... you felt something stir. "Both of you on your backs." Your tone didn't leave room for demand, sending a chill down the singers spines as they shared a look. Both clearly thinking about how excited they were for this. They hadn't expected you to be a dom. They certainly weren't going to complain though.

The two got onto their backs, you went over to Reneé. Placing a hand to her abdomen and applying just the right amount of pressure as you looked into her eyes. When Reneé gave you that nod, you inserted the silicone dick. She clenched her walls around it, moaning as her hand flew to your arm and gripped you. Her nails digging in until they started to pierce skin. You gasped and gritted your teeth, but you didn't make her stop.

Instead you slowly started moving your hips, after giving her time to adjust to the size. Your hips thrusted and her ass jiggled each time you made contact. The room filled with her moans. Billie watched, eyes following your hips and the way Reneé's ass moved... she couldn't help but smirk. She let this continue on until she straddled Reneé. Leaning down and taking her into a fierce kiss. Trapping most of her moans, except for the few that escaped.

You watched the singers kiss each other, feeling your own heat pool. But you ignored your own needs to focus entirely on Reneé. With the way her muffled moans seemed to just get louder with each thrust, you could tell she was close. So you positioned your arms on either side of her. Chest against Billie's back and hands gripping the sheets. You went as hard as you could until Reneé came undone. She squirted, turning into a mess of stringing moans as you slowed your hips. Not stopping completely so you could help her through the feeling, but slowing down enough that it wouldn't be too intense for her.

"Good girl," Billie purred against her lips, watching Reneé come undone before she kissed her again.

That definitely wasn't the end of your night, though. This continued well into the early morning hours before you all fell asleep and then again in the morning when you woke up. Within a few months the three of you became a well known poly group.

[thetxtdevil]

The Phlebotomist pt. 2

Yeonjun x Reader

summary: A phlebotomist are medical professionals who are trained to do blood draws. However, this phlebotomist is a vampire who stole your heart.

content: smut, blood duh, blood sucking, dom!vampire yeonjun, human female reader, innocent reader, jun is big like we didn't know already, biting, fingering, begging, overstimulation, praising from both ends, uses the pull out method

word count: 1.1 k

part 1 -> link

After your shot of alcohol and giving a tip, vampire Yeonjun takes your hand and leads you out of the bar. Then you lead him to your apartment.

Once you get to your apartment door you find your keys to open it. You enter placing your keys into your key dish next to the door. You look behind you expecting Yeonjun to be pressed against like he has all night. Instead you see him standing outside looking awkward. He notices you cute eyebrow scrunch as a sign of confusion and says,

"You have to invite a vampire in your home before they are allowed to enter. Vampire's rule."

you click you tongue, "Oh well then, Yeonjun, I give you permission to come in."

You barely blink and Yeonjun leaps into you holding your face kissing you. You're surprised at first almost losing your balance but gave into the kiss. His tongue swipes your bottom lip as his way of asking to open and you obliged. You try to close the front door before any of your neighbors walk by and watch you two making out like teenagers.

Yeonjun helps slam the door shut as he slams you into the door. You whimper at the action which makes the vampire's ears perk up.

"sorry"

"Its ok, can we take this to me room though?"

"gladly"

You take his hand in yours showing the way into your very dark room. Yeonjun closes the door making it impossible for you to see anything. Blinded, you feel hands on your waist. Yeonjun's plush lips were against your neck, kissing and nibbling the soft flesh. You tilt your head to give him better access to ruin your pretty neck.

"do you trust me enough to let me suck your blood?"

"I trusted you to draw my blood, I trust you to taste my blood"

You feel Yeonjun's lips turn into a smirk against your neck. Then, he opens his mouth to reveal his long fangs and bites down. You gasp at the pain and reach for Yeonjun's hand around your waist. Yeonjun is instantly drunk on your blood yet he soothes you by rubbing circles on you hand. So sweet and smooth, its been a long time since he's had fresh lustful blood.

He could tell that he was drinking too much as your grasp on his hand being to lighten. He unlatches his fangs from you neck. You moan at the feeling of his tongue lapping up leftover blood.

Yeonjun picks you up bridal style and places you on your bed. You're a little dazed but you were able to reach towards your night stand to turn on your lamp on low.

As the dim light glows over your bedroom, there he was hovering over you staring at you deeper than ever. Your felt your cheeks getting hotter and your panties getting wetter. Yeonjun smiles and kisses you when he senses your arousal.

"for a girl whose never been with a vampire, you're pretty strong after a feed"

You grin at him comment and then lean in to kiss him. He gives you one more kiss until he leaves a trail of kisses down your jaw and neck. You whimper again out of slight pain from the bite. Yeonjun finds himself loving your little noises and continues to kiss your bite while he slips your straps of your dress off your shoulders and slides the garment to expose your breasts.

He hums at the sight of your soft mounds and can't help himself but to fondle with them. You lean your head back into your pillow moaning at the feeling.

"you're hot as hell, can I undress you fully?"

"only if you get undressed too"

Yeonjun would never turn down a pretty girl's request. He slips your dress along with your panties off in one go flinging them across the room. Then he gets up to peel off his shirt to show his toned abs and then pushing down in pants to reveal his holy grail.

He enjoys watching your lustful eyes on him. Seeing you lick your lips. He places his hand under your chin to lift your head so you can look at his gorgeous burgundy orbs.

"I want to make this night all about you since you fed me."

All you could do is nod. He leans down to start makingout with you again.

"you did so good for me while I was draining you. will you let me do it again sometime?"

"y-yes.. ah"

Yeonjun's long fingers find their way to your soaking cunt. Cirlcling and pinching your swollen clit making sure your juices make his fingers to slip in easily. He admires your contoured fucked out face as he thrust his two fingers into you. He abuses your neck more with love bites. His possessive nature taking control as he's never had someone make him feel this good in his very long lifespan. He whispers "mine" constantly while adding another finger into your pussy hitting every spot that makes you scream.

"jun please fuck me... please"

He lines his big cock to your hole then sinks into you relishing in the feeling of you tight and warm. You moan so loudly it probably woke up your neighbors, but you didn't care.

"feels good, jun"

You hold onto to his shoulders when Yeonjun thrusts a inhuman speed.

"jun too... fass-t"

Yeonjun couldn't slow down. Not with the evidence of your pulse rushing at a climax pace and the feeling of your walls clenching around his cock. He lifts up your legs pushing them towards your chest to get a better angle. Legs wrapped over his shoulders, he reaches down to your clit again making enough pressure to make you scream as you cum. Yeonjun pulls out, quickly jerks himself off not taking long for him to shoot out rope of cum onto your stomach.

Yeonjun bends down to kiss you again fighting the urge to go again as you looked completely fucked over. He flops down one the empty side of the bed next to you. Both of you were panting. Yeonjun looks at you admiring his work on your neck. You were still processing what just happened.

"do you have work tomorrow?"

"no, unless you need a blood draw."

You both giggle and looking at each other lovingly. Yeonjun reaches over to brush your hair with his fingers relaxing you until you fell asleep next to the vampire phlebotomist.

Oh what a nuisance,

TxT's Devil

[divinesolas]

request: jacerys x maid!reader | reader has been working for them for a long while and jace has had a little crush on her since then. (also rhaenyra shipping them on the low would be so sweet)

tags: nontarg!reader, implied slightly older reader, mostly jacaerys pov, no use of y/n, not proofread, i think that's it?

w.c | 2.2k

a/n: i am back! so sorry for being inactive i am so happy to be able to write again i have missed you guys, getting through requests now, but it will probably take me awhile to get to the scream requests since im really unmotived to write for it but i missed writing for hotd so here you go, i hope you guys enjoy!

the first time he had ever spotted you was when he was eight. you had been assigned to be helaena personal maid. he had been standing in the courtyard preparing for another sword fighting lesson. he notices out of the corner of his eye aegon lifting his head before aegon mumbled under his breath and curse as he shakes his head bring his head back down. jacaerys looks up to see heleana, knowing of the recent betrothal and aegons distaste at the idea of course he would have a reaction like that. his eyes drifted over to the girl standing besides helaena and he felt a sudden sensation of butterflies flow into his stomach.

Curiously he picks it up and opens, It feels wrong of me to do this. Princess Heleena just recently taught me how to write and the first thing I felt I needed to do was write something to you. I hope you do not laugh. I hope that while I express myself you find it in yourself to listen. My eyes always find their way towards you. I always find myself thinking about you. I feel too embarrassed to write more though my heart yearns too. Forgive me my prince. I shall hope we talk more. With all i have,

He finds himself tracing the sloppy signing of your name at the end of your letter. His head can't make sense of the words you say despite the fact he wants to so badly. He falls back onto his bed and reads over your words over and over again with a fond look on his face, already planning on what he was going to write back. The two of you begin to write more and more letters to each other. It was easier than speaking in person. Things that could not be uttered in person were said over word, the letters grew more and more personal. He felt like he was looking into your soul with every word as you must have felt as well. But then lady Leana had passed and he had to go to driftmark to the funeral though he was more upset about the passing of ser harwin. Before he had left for driftmark you had slipped a letter for him before he had left. He didn't have the energy to open it then, feeling too much grief to read your sweet words. A part of him is glad he didn't because he didn't realize that would be the last he would see of you for many years. They did not return to king's landing which means he did not get to see you. No more letters, no more passing glances, no more you. He stayed in his bed and cried for awhile, he remembers his mother coming in and trying to comfort him but nothing had worked. Even ten years later he still mourned you like you had died, he had managed to get over his sad slump but you still lingered in his mind like a disease he could not cure, an itch he couldn't scratch. He wondered if you thought of him like he had thought of you. Word had come that they had to go back to king's landing. With lucerys position as heir to driftmark being challenged they were expected to return for a trial. While he feels as though he should be sad, he should be angry. His heart leaps with hope that he gets to see the dear maiden that had stolen his heart. He had never opened up your letter from all those years ago, wanting to savor and save what could be your last words to him for a special occasion. He decided that now would be the time, as he sits on his bed with his stuff packed, only minutes until they were set to leave with shaking hands he rips open the letter.

Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath he opens the letter and gasps. My prince, It broke my heart to find out you were leaving. I hope that you have not let your grief consume you, that you shall continue to be happy no matter what. He notices some large splotches of ink as if you had been pressing too hard against the paper in thought. I must tell you this though it is improper. When you return you will never speak to me again. You may never write to me again yet I must say this now. From the day we had locked eyes and my eyes saw you smile you hard earned the key to my heart. You are the chosen one. Hand selected as the owner to the place which you and only you will ever belong. I hope that you do not laugh. I hope that you are not repulsed or you are not hateful. From the day we met I have loved you and I shall think of you always for you are all I yearn for. I shall await your return. I know not how long you will be gone but I will be here, my sweet true love. I am but a low maiden yet you are everything to me as you must be to all. When you return you may choose to ignore this letter. I am more than willing to act as if this letter never existed, I will be the one to turn this letter myself if you wish. Just please, do not punish me by never speaking to me again for I fear my heart will never recover. With all my love, Yours.

The letter shakes vigorously in his hands as teardrops fall onto the page. He must see you. He gets up and rushes towards the yard where the rest of his family awaits where they are boarding to leave. With the letter clutched to his chest he runs through the halls, the only thought going through his mind being you. He carefully, or as carefully as he can with the adrenaline pumping through his veins and the nervous shaking of his hands, folds up the letter and stuffs it into his pocket before continuing to rush towards his dragon. An arm grabs him and he whips his head around ready to curse and scream at whoever it had been before his angry face softens. “My queen.” she cups his cheeks as she frantically looks him over. “Has something happened? Why are you crying, my son?”

He feels himself grow overrun with emotions as he stumbles, unable to answer. Instead he grabs the letter and presents it to her. “My.. she wrote to me.. Her letter I must.. I must..” he cannot find himself. He looks down at the ground as rhaenyra glances over the letter and looks at her son with a heartfelt look. “Do you love her, my boy?” his heart begins to hurt as he begins to think more and more about you as he nods. He lets out a strangled noise as he clutches his chest. “I must see her mother, I must.” He never calls her mother. rhaenyra feels herself overcome with an indescribable feeling as she lets him go. “We shall head out right this moment.” They do. He feels himself riding faster than he ever had. A part of him worries you will not be there. Maids are easily dismissed and rid of in kings landing so his heart hurts as he thinks he has missed you

. They arrive and he finds lucerys is stuck to his side. Despite the fact that all he wished to was run off to find you he knows he must take care of lucerys as well. Walking into the courtyard he's taken back to his childhood, with lucerys eyes locked onto the fight happening jacaerys finds his eyes looking around at the viewers watching from above the courtyard. Suddenly his eyes lock onto a very familiar set of eyes. Yours. You look as gorgeous as you did the day he had last shall you if not more. You were standing in the exact same place you were when he first saw you with a look of shock. He finds himself stumbling away from the crowd to get a better look at you as his heart pounds so loud his ears may begin to ring. You were here. Standing in front of him. He gulps and watches as you quickly rush towards the staircase down to the courtyard. His skin begins to burn as his legs begin to shake. Everything in his body telling him he should run to you. Bring you into his arms. Allow your skin to touch him. Suddenly you are standing in front of him, panting slightly while your eyes dart all over him with surprise. “My prince… you have returned.” He grabs one of your hands in a soft grip, he sees you inhale sharply as he brings your hand to his lips and places a kiss to the back of your hand. his lips burning as he aches to kiss your skin once more. “I am sorry to have kept you waiting, my love.” You gasp before a smile graces your lips and tears fill up in your eyes. “Truly?” He places yet another kiss onto your skin, “More than anything.”

[gremlinmodetweeker]

Hope is in Buns, Life is in Stars, Promises in Vain (Pt. 2)

I did promise to put up part two today. I am keeping to that promise. I am not a monster, I assure you. This part is much much shorter, but I think it adds some important stuff.

Again, Executioner Konig is the au I put the most effort into. I plan to make it into a published work some day. I hope you all enjoy what is an essentially free first draft of a novel/graphic novel.

Please feel free to share this work (with credits) because this is the fic I'm most proud of.

Part 1

TWs: mentioned forced homelessness (no weight to the threat, your aunt is just mad), pregnancy referenced (not happening... yet.)

Wordcount: 3.5k out of 11.7k

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Hope is in Buns, Life is in Stars, Promises in Vain (Pt. 2)

It didn’t take long before The Axe was guiding Hunter to stand outside your home.He hopped down and tethered her to a fence before he turned to help you off Hunter’s smooth back, guiding you with one hand in your own and the other on your waist. You giggled when he kneeled so you could use his thigh as a footstool.

“You don’t have to kneel in the dirt for me, silly,” you giggled.

“It’s the right thing to do,” The Axe shrugged, a bit giddy to still be talking to you.

“You know,” you smirked up at him as he guided you to the front door, “if I didn't know better, I’d think you were a nobleman, what with how fine you’ve treated me all Densis’s-watch.”

The Axe stiffened slightly before bowing his head, “I only learned how to treat a woman from the teachings of my father.”

“And was he once a nobleman?” you asked.

“I am from a long, long line of Criah’s folk,” The Axe answered sadly.

Your face fell slightly at the memory of his family’s struggles before you perked up again, “Well, he was a perfect gentleman if that’s how he treated the women in his life. You’re lucky to have learned from him. I’m lucky you learned from him! I mean, it’s nice to see a man who doesn’t balk at the concept of chivalry, despite his class.”

The Axe looked away bashfully, but he let you through the door. When you watched through the fogged window, you could see him practically skip over to Hunter before leaping up onto her back. As the final fingers of night released the purple and blue bruised sky, The Axe rode off into the distance.

Once he was out of sight, you scurried up to your bed and buried under the covers. You grinned gleefully as you replayed the events of the Densis’s-watch over and over in your mind. The buns, his words, the promise, it all tickled you so. You felt a bubbling yellow glow warm your body from the tips of your toes to the ends of your hair. You were completely abuzz with giddy excitement.

You only managed to sleep for at most a watch before you were woken by the sounds of metal pots clanging and children cheering from downstairs. Evidently, breakfast was well on its way. From the smells of it, it was something spiced and nutty.

You joined your family downstairs swiftly, not wanting to miss out on any of the morning’s breakfast before the day began. After all, it was the fuel you needed to be able to work the entire day. You needed every bite you could scarf down to take on the day ahead of you.

Your aunt eyed you carefully when you stepped into the kitchen.

“Looks like you’re up bright and early,” she muttered as she spooned ladles of porridge into your cousin’s bowls. From the smell, it seemed like she’d added some of the spices from the traveling merchants and some berries from the previous turning-time to the mix, giving it a warm and homely smell.

“I had a rough time sleeping,” you told her as you went to help by her side, “went out for a walk at one point.”

“I noticed,” your aunt clucked her tongue, “and in this turning-time? Goodness girl! You could’ve caught a cold out there!”

“Oh hush your fuss,” you chuffed as you set out to prepare a jug of juice, “I’m just fine.”

“Mama! I want more kayomberries(17) in my porridge!” the youngest, Georgie called out as he banged his spoon on the wood table.

“We’ll have to wait for next Chaos’s-turn for more of those,” your aunt huffed, “we went through the last of them a few days ago.”

“But that’s so far away!” Georgie whined.

“Mama, we haven’t run out of rosers(18) though, right?” Anna, the eldest asked. Her little brown eyes made your heart melt each time she looked at you.

“I’m sure we have some,” you immediately turned to look through the pantry for her.

Your aunt huffed, “You’re giving her some? Just like that?”

“Why not?” you asked.

Your aunt glared at Anna, “Well, what’re you supposed to say when you want something?”

Anna squeaked, “Oh! Um, may I please have some rosers in my porridge?”

Auntie nodded, “That’s better.”

“Well,” you chuffed, “since you asked so nicely, how can I say no?”

Harry, the second oldest boy, frowned and crossed his arms behind the table, “Mama, Georgie didn’t say please. Why are you getting mad at Anna?”

Your aunt grunted as she pulled the pot up to place it in the center of the table, “Didn’t matter if Georgie said please at all. He wasn’t getting any!”

Georgie crossed his arms stubbornly as the other four kids laughed at him. Even you couldn’t help snickering at how he put out his little brown lip in a pout.

“Look, Georgie,” you offered, “if you really want kayomberries, you might be able to ask nicely for some from your teacher.”

“Miss Bess? Why?” he asked.

“She works a lot with the winter preparation guild,” you explained, “she often has access to the town stores. She’s responsible for the rations, so maybe, if you ask her really nicely, she might give you some.”

“Oh don’t go giving him ideas,” your aunt grumbled.

“Why not?” Anna asked.

“She’s a rations master!” your aunt explained as she set to cleaning out some pots on the stove, “she can’t just give out rations willy nilly! If anyone could just go up and ask whenever, we’d never have enough rations for winter!”

You sheepishly nodded your head, “Okay so, about what I said Georgie?”

Georgie nodded brightly, his loose dark curls bouncing around his face.

“Don’t ask for extra rations,” you grimaced.

“But you just said I could!” Georgie whined.

“Didn’t you hear your mama?” you raised an eyebrow at him.

“Oh…” Georgie sighed, “yeah…”

“And that’s that,” your Auntie snapped, ending the conversation immediately.

The rest of breakfast was spent trying to stop Harry from flinging spoons of goopy oats at Helen while Anna helped feed Georgie. Meanwhile, your aunt brought you aside to the blazing oven, out of earshot of the children.

Her dark eyes narrowed as she looked down at you, “I noticed The Axe’s rations are missing.”

You slunk down immediately.

Your aunt glanced around nervously at the children, then faced you with a ferocious look, “I don’t want you seeing that man, but I can’t stop you. Your uncle said as much. But if you get hurt?” she bared her teeth in a growl, “you’d best not expect a lick of help from me. I warned you plenty, and that’s enough help from me.”

You opened your mouth but were quickly cut off.

“He’s a dangerous man, young lady,” your aunt continued, “and I’m telling you that it’s in your best interest to cut contact while you still can. He’s not even really a man. He’s an animal. A beast. Men don’t kill men like that. Not a good one, anyways.”

“But he’s not an animal!” you spat back under your breath, “he is a good man!”

Your aunt threw up her hands as she whirled around, “I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want to know what you did with him during last Densis’s-watch, but whatever it was it can’t be good. That man is evil. And if you come back in a few weeks with a swollen belly, well, you might as well be out on the streets for all I care!”

“But auntie, if you just met him-”

“If he steps one foot over our doorstep,” your aunt sucked in a lungful of air, “oh I don’t even want to think about it. What would your uncle say? Oh you haven’t even thought about him at all, have you?”

“Why doesn’t uncle like him? He knows The Axe! He knows he’s not a bad man!” you retorted.

“Your uncle is too soft-hearted and you know that,” your auntie snapped, “you and him are too much alike for your own good! You know, if it weren’t for your uncle, I’d be beating your backside until next Hollinwake! But he said to let you be,” she held up a finger, “but you make one wrong step? I’ll have you bent over my knee like a seven-cycle girl!”

You winced at the lashing, but felt strangely vindicated despite it. If your auntie wasn’t going to stop you, this gave you more leeway than you expected. It wasn’t much, but anything was better than sneaking out at night. If nothing else, maybe you could get more time with him at the church. Surely your guardians couldn’t oppose to you meeting on holy ground, now could they? Of course, being under the stars brought a certain intimacy, but the walk to his place wasn’t safe during Densis’s-watch. It was a wonder some vandal hadn’t accosted you out in the woods, prowling as they were of infidels and scoundrels.

When breakfast was over and you’d eaten your fill after sending the children to school, you carried a bowl of the spiced porridge upstairs to your uncle.

For the first time since he’d fallen ill, he was sitting up in bed to greet you when you walked in.

“Ah! Good to see you this waking watch!” your uncle cheered from behind his round golden spectacles.

“Uncle! It’s good to see you up in bed!” you smiled at him.

“It’s good to be up,” your uncle chuckled as he took the bowl of porridge from your hands, “soon enough I’ll be back on my feet, don’t you worry. I know your aunt’s been worried sick about me.”

“I hope to see it,” you said as you sat on the stool by the bed, “but your right. Auntie’s been going crazy without you around to help.

Your uncle hummed as he tucked into his breakfast with a smile, “Your auntie is a good woman.”

“She’s a woman alright,” you huffed.

Your uncle brought his thin brows together on his round face, “Oh? Did you get into an argument with her today already? I thought she might wait a bit before bringing it all up…”

You raised an eyebrow at the suggestion, “You knew there’d be something between us?”

Your uncle quietly stirred his porridge and said, “Well, I know she doesn’t approve of you seeing this new man.”

“You mean The Axe?”

Your uncle cringed into himself, “Yes, that’s the one.”

You rolled your eyes and leaned back as you crossed your arms, “I don’t understand. You know he’s not a bad man, right?”

“He’s not,” your uncle admitted quietly.

“So then why are you so against it?” you huffed.

“Well…” your uncle said slowly, “he’s an executioner. He’s not a man blessed by Halax’s light. He’s in the shadow of Criah and Densis. It’s just not right for someone like you to be seeing him.”

“But you don’t treat the morticians nearly half as cruelly and they follow Criah,” you pointed out.

“The morticians deal with the already dead. They don’t go adding to the pile,” your uncle glared at you, “and it doesn’t help that… Well… He’s just a weird man. He’s not normal.”

 “Maybe not, but he’s not a bad man,” you insisted.

“Maybe he is, maybe he isn’t. I don’t know, and quite frankly I don’t care to know. All I know is that he’s quiet when he takes his rations. Doesn’t talk to me much, I don’t talk to him too much either,” your uncle said firmly, “and that’s how I like it! The less I deal with him the better. But now,” your uncle shook his head, “now you’re off trying to see him after dark! I heard you going down those stairs during Densis’s-watch, and I know you were out for a good few watches. I know you were with him. As soon as your auntie told me his rations were gone, I knew, and I told her about it. She was mad, but that’s not the point!

“The point is, I know you think you’re young and that you’re capable of taking on the world, but don’t get your wings clipped by falling into the wrong crowd so early, okay? I already deal with you being friends with those strange women in town, but now this? You’re going to bring a bad name to this household if you aren’t careful!”

You stilled. You hadn’t thought of the household the entire time you’d been out with The Axe.

“Think of my kids,” your uncle sighed, “think about them growing up connected to this. I don’t want shame on their heads before they’ve even gotten an education under their belts. Who will teach them a trade? Who will take them on as journeymen? Who will go on and marry Anna and Helen if they hear about you sneaking around with the local executioner?”

You bit your lip and turned away, “I’ll be careful about it.”

“I know you’re thinking about yourself,” your uncle reasoned, “I was the same way when I was your age. Your aunt had just come up from the south. She was new and different in the village and her father was a strange man with strange ways. Once his business was taken over by those bastards, people started to really turn against her.. People said horrible things about her all the time. They took one look at her skin and made up their minds, but I went out of my way to get to know her, and it’s turned out well for us! I do understand your desires to see someone for who they really are, I do.

“But you came into this family a long time ago. When your mother died and your father went galavanting off wherever (I don’t care), I took you in. You’re my family, I’d do it time and time again. I will never, ever regret that,” he pushed his spectacles down his nose to look over them at you, “you also can’t go ruining my family name. Our family name. There’s other people on the line here. It’s not just you going out on your little adventures like your father.”

You shamefully looked down into your hands, hanging your head in shame. The comparison to your father stung particularly harshly.

Your uncle grunted as he leaned over to put the empty bowl of porridge on a side table and then leaned back to look at you. He frowned and rubbed his graying beard.

“But I’m not telling you no.”

You glanced up at your uncle’s soft face.

“If you think he’s not that bad, so be it. Your aunt tried to tell me to stop you from going off with the first man you’ve shown interest in, but you’re a grown woman finding her place in the world. If it’s by his side? So be it,” your uncle shrugged before his face fell into a cold glare, “but we won’t be with you. I can’t bring my whole family down for you. I took on enough shame bringing you in, I don’t need to ruin my children’s lives before they’ve even begun.”

“So if I choose to be with him…”

“You’ll have to do it alone,” your uncle concluded for you.

“But… Can’t I at least visit?” you asked with a trembling voice, “I mean, won’t we still be family?”

Your uncle laughed and lightened, “Of course you can visit! But not in public. In public I can’t be seen near you if you go off with this man. I can’t have you working here, either. You’ll need to find your own place in the world if you go off with The Axe. I love you, but I can’t protect you from what the others will say.”

You frowned and nodded. You hadn’t fully considered what life would be like alongside The Axe. If what he said about his life was true, it’d be a lonely life indeed.

“Do what’s best for you,” your uncle finished his advice, “and do what’s best for us as a family. Think of your cousins before you go off dancing around together in public.”

You blankly looked down at your hands.

“It’s a lot to think about,” your uncle offered you, “I don’t envy your positon, but I’ve been there before. I dealt with this with my parents when I chose your aunt. If you want to be with him, you have to know the consequences.”

The consequences. What a terrible way to phrase such a thing. The thought of having to call a life with The Axe a series of ‘consequences’ only put further weight on your shoulders. The thought of dragging your entire family down with you sombered your spirits. Going down the stairs to breakfast you had been light as a fly. Now, sat in your uncle’s rocking chair, the weight of the world hung on your shoulders.

“I’ll think about it,” you told your uncle as you slowly rose to your feet.

“I’m not like your aunt here; I’m not telling you no,” your uncle reminded you, “I��m telling you to be careful. And look, he’s just the first man to catch your eyes. There might be others!”

You smiled faintly, “I will be. I’ll think about it.”

With that, you bid your uncle a good wake and left to go down to the kitchen where your aunt was already prepping another long day of baking.

“Well?” your aunt raised a dark eyebrow.

“I spoke to him,” you said, “and… It’s a lot to think about.”

“Is it now?” your aunt snorted sarcastically.

“I just hadn’t factored everything in,” you admitted.

Your aunt watched as you tied an apron around your waist and set to roll up your sleeves. She eyed you irritably as you washed your hands, then stood before her with a determined look.

“You’re still going to see him,” she said, flat as the fields around you.

“I am,” you replied, equally dry in tone.

Your aunt rolled her eyes, “If I fall into the gutters because of this, you’re out on the streets. Hell, you heard me earlier, if you get knocked up by that man you’d best pray he’ll let you move in with him!”

You nodded as you set to measuring the dry ingredients, “I know.”

“And if anything happens to any of my kids-”

“I won’t let anything happen.”

The steel edge of your voice had your aunt faltering briefly. She paused her work, then let a small smile grace her sun-worn features.

“Good girl.” 

With that, she finally looked away from you and turned to her own recipe.

You worked quietly, diligently. Your aunt didn’t comment when you increased the yield of the recipe by a couple of extra buns. You didn’t comment on how she sighed whenever she thought you didn’t see her looking at you. Neither of you yielded, but a certain respect was bridged between you both that day, hammered out of stubbornness and a common interest in the five young children currently walking to school.

You wouldn’t dare say it, but a part of you found a new level of respect for your aunt. She was a strong woman, born of the hot sun and cool breeze of the beaches of the south and brought up as a young woman to work with her merchant father in the north. She had the complexion of the south, she had the temperament of a surly boxing beetle(19), and she fought tooth and nail for every single thing she’d managed to nab since her father’s business was taken over by vandals. She fought long and hard over the years, and you’d both be damned if one upstart niece from a broken home was going to take away everything she’d scrapped together since losing everything she’d ever had.

You made a mental promise to ensure that you’d ensure that your family never came in harms way because of your relationship with The Axe. You swore upon your soul.

Kayomberries - Little lime green berries in clusters of four to ten. Grow only at the very beginning of Chaos’s-turn. Can be dried out for spices or food additives. Add a notably citrusy taste to foods.

Rosers - Little red flower buds that add a floral taste when added to stews and stocks. In such wide abundance that some consider them a (tasty) weed.

Boxer Beetles - A colourful iridescent beetle with a hard carapace and a powerful demeanor. Known for its stubbornness and refusal to back down. Often used to pull plows or to do hard labor in difficult conditions. It has poor eyesight, average smell, but has excellent tremor sense. Cannot fly due to the heavy weight of its armoured carapace (which is sometimes harvested and used as light armor in militias). Despite its small size, being not even a meter tall and less than two meters in length, it’s known as a microbeetle. It’s one of the few microbeetles that is used for hard manual work and not kept as a family pet. Omnivorous.

Konig Dump

Alternate Universes

Part 1

[spideyanakin]

let me be your harley (e.m)

requested by - @chloefrl // cheerleader!popular!reader and eddie are friends, he always makes her laugh and smile 24/7 , and Eddie is in love with her (let’s say since first year of high school) when he was about to confess his feelings for her, he saw her talking to a jock and that made him realize he wasn’t enough for her so he backed off. Reader noticed this, and confronted him. And he confessed his feelings about her and with something along the lines “your a queen, and I’m just your joker.” Then obv reader says she also likes him and they date :D

warnings - smoking, angst but ends fluff <3, friends to lovers

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Eddie Munson never thought he could have a friend like you.

Never in his wildest dreams would he have imagined being best friends with the prettiest girl in school, let alone someone who also happens to be a cheerleader and crowned princess of Hawkins.

But there he was, on a random Tuesday evening, sitting on his bed with a joint dancing back and forth between his fingers and your own, babbling about your favorite lord of the Rings characters.

"What do you mean Legolas is an asshole?" You chuckled as you took a new puff, Eddie watching as your cheeks hallowed and half of your exhale passed through your nose before the rest of the smoke came out of your mouth. You stole a new drag before handing it to Eddie.

"You don't remember that moment in the two towers where he let Aragorn bend down to listen to the earth and struggle and shit and waited for him to come to the conclusion that indeed a whole ass army was headed towards them, and Legolas was just 'oh yeah I spotted them like an hour ago."

"Oh yeah, I remember," you giggled, "but he's not an asshole for this. Legolas is one of my favorite characters," you frowned, turning your head to face Eddie.

You smiled, finding his big brown eyes already staring at you. He smiled back, blowing smoke in your face to make you laugh--and it worked, because you swatted the smoke with a giggle, playfully slapping his chest before leaning on his shoulder.

Eddie wrapped his arm around you, letting you melt at his side.

You hummed in comfort, feeling safe in the warmth of Eddie's arms. Your eyes closing by themselves as you felt your high seep through you.

Eddie broke the silence, cheek leaning against the crown of your head, "he's a good character, but elves can be assholes in general in lord of the Rings."

"Don't shit on the elves, Munson," you hit his chest with the back of your hand, leaning away from his shoulder to meet his eyes again.

A new fit of laughter escaped you both the second your eyes met.

At this moment Eddie couldn't help but stare at you. You had this giddy high smile on your lips and shiny eyes. Hair poking all over the place, your cheer uniform wrinkled from laying down, sleeve falling off one shoulder. You made eye contact again and Eddie thought he was going to pass out.

His heart leaped in his chest and somehow he knew, he knew that he couldn't keep his feelings to himself for much longer.

He had already been head over heels for you since the first time he saw you in that high school cafeteria, and he knew he was ready to lay his life for you the second you exchanged words for the first time.

He had struggled to let the words 'thanks' and 'bye' in the same sentence, causing him to mumble something in between, you had given him the sweetest smile in return and waved your perfectly manicured hand goodbye.

He had to pinch himself every day since the moment Mrs. Smith had paired the two of you for a school project and you had, since then, somehow decided Eddie was a worthy friend: because you stuck around ever since.

He didn't even know how in the world you had anything in common in the first place.

But from the first time you had worked together outside of school, you took him by surprise.

He didn't even think it was possible for someone like you to feel so comfortable in his room, but he thought his eyes were going to pop out of his skill as he watched you graze your fingers excitedly over his Metallica poster, commenting about how much you loved them.

Eddie thought he was going to die right there.

But then, he ascended to heaven when you excitedly pointed to his music tapes your voice feeling like an angel's as you asked him the most obvious question: 'oh my god you listen to that too?'. He blinked, the question taking him by surprise. Wasn't it obvious? With the way he dressed and his reputation.

He barely nodded, too dumbfounded to form a proper sentence.

His eyes scanned you as you wrapped your fingers around another tape you hadn't noticed before, cheering as you showed it to Eddie. 'Oh my god, this is one of my favorites!' his breath caught in his throat as you asked permission to put said tape in his player. You turned up the volume and Eddie knew he was a goner when you started singing over Ozzy Osbourn's voice.

Needless to say, Eddie knew you had been a gift sent from heaven right this moment.

Or maybe you were sent from hell, destined to torment him. For him to fall helplessly in love with you just to never get a chance.

But you liked him back, right?

right.

"God, I wish I could join hellfire." You blinked and turned to him. "I wish I could play an elf too. I have so many ideas for my character..."

"I wish you could too, princess."

And that marked the end of a perfect evening with you.

You would go back to your house, take a shower and wash your uniform in a poor attempt to hide that you had been smoking. You would make yourself something to eat and finish up your homework, reminiscing about how off being in the cheer squad started to feel.

Your friends felt faker and faker by the second, and dancing in a green skirt accompanied with fluffy pom poms didn't feel right anymore, it didn't feel like you.

~

That morning, Eddie came to school with his intention set. A poorly written speech of what he wanted to tell you crumpled in the pocket of his leather jacket, keywords written in blue on his wrist, but the ink was already smudged by second period.

He felt nervous and jittery since he opened his eyes this morning, sunlight creeping in his poorly closed curtains. The light filtered in and lit up the space where he stuck all his best polaroid photos on his wall.

His eye caught his favorite one, and then it was all a reminder of what he promised himself today was going to be.

This was it.

He was going to muster all the courage he could and ask you ask on a date, jump into the potential abyss of ruining your picture-perfect friendship, with the potential of being able to call you his by the end of the day.

It took him some serious pep talk in the mirror and maybe even half of an old joint he found, hidden in the corner of his room by his guitar.

He was determined to meet with you in the woods, at your usual meeting spot. To sit at the mossy table, share a blunt and a pack of cookies as you gossiped on the latest Hawkins High news. He'd offer if you wanted to share his pack Twix bar, 'how romantic' he thought, and maybe once a comfortable silence had fallen, he would slide in the idea.

If his mouth would let him let the words out.

He knew it wasn't perfect, he knew it was far from the grand romantic gestures you deserved--but it was the best he could offer you in these conditions.

Knowing the fact that your time together always ran short, that you had to hide in between the trees or the comfort of your own homes to just be together--romantic of platonic.

And also knowing that if he didn't let his heart out today, he would probably burst into flames.

So he let out a deep breath, rearranging his bangs in the rearview mirror, fixing his jacket one last time, and making sure there wasn't anything stuck in between his teeth.

He looked around, spying on the crowd through the safe haven of his windshield. He spotted your car, but you were nowhere near it. You were probably already inside, fishing books from your locker or chatting with which ever of your cheerleader bimbo ‘friends’ had caught your attention.

He focused on not making his hand shake as he opened the door of his van, hands immediately finding shelter in his pockets as he made his way inside the school building.

It felt like everyone was staring at him as he made his way through the crowded hallway to reach his own locker. The random eyes that he would normally pay no attention too seemed to be staring right into his soul, judging him and telling him ‘you don’t stand a chance’

But he knew that was far from the truth. No one was reading into his mind, and no one had a laser vision that could see through leather and into his pocket, where they’re be able to read the rehearsed words Eddie had thrown together as if he was writing a new song for his band.

He felt like he was going crazy. Every little noise, every squeaking of a shoe, every locker closing: he could hear. A hyper awareness that made the hair of his arms spike despite his fight to keep himself calm and collected.

He reached his own locker. Easily doing the combination before opening it.

Crumpled papers over crumpled papers. Two stray markers and one ball pen sat in the middle of it all. A stash of weed hidden beneath the pile of scribbled pages, and a stray D and D dice, to which Eddie didn’t even know which set it belonged to. He thinks maybe it use to be Jeff’s old set, he vaguely remembered him using brownish dice for a while.

But he didn’t bother much longer with the question, because it had been weeks since it found itself on the bottom of Eddie’s locker and it would probably stay there until he graduated.

Out of the pile he picked out a virgin page, ripping it in half. He grabbed the first marker that his hands fell upon. An orange color with a thick tip to write, making his letters big and bulky as he scribbled

'meet me in the woods at lunch -E’

He folded the paper as neatly as he could, stuffing it in the back pocket of his jeans.

He waited until the hallway of your locker was a minimal emptied out, students filtering out and heading to their classrooms. He fumbled with his favorite ring, eyes scanning for any potential sneaky glances,

Your locker was almost there, he was halfway to victory, hand already reaching for his back pocket.

But then he saw you.

His face fell.

Your hair was tied up with its usual green ribbon, a bright smile plastered on your face as you spoke with one of the popular jocks; Chad.

He closed his eyes and breathed out through his nose, realization hitting him. He felt the floor crumble under him, ready for the world to swallow him whole.

Chad was the real-life version of a Ken doll. Perfect, shiny blonde hair that would make Steve jealous if he was still in school, a pearly white grin that made Eddie's stomach twist, and crystal blue eyes accompanied with the most charming aura.

He was a jock, with perfect grades, a fuck load of money, and everything else Eddie lacked. Popularity dripped from him. Everything Chad possessed that Eddie missed. You deserved someone who could grant you the moon if you wished--and Eddie could barely afford a diner date.

He watched as you slightly leaned against him: Chad flashing you his best smile as he spoke. He ran his hand through his perfect short curls, watching as they bounced back perfectly on his forehead.

He was bluntly flirting with you and Eddie saw his hopes fly out the window quicker than he found the courage to gather them.

The way you smiled as your conversation went on was enough for him to back away. Fist closing upon itself. He grabbed the piece of paper in his pocket, his 'poorly' written speech, and dumped it in the first trash that caught his eye.

He blinked, head falling down as he tried to burn the image of you with another guy out of his mind. He walked in the opposite direction, the realization that he didn't deserve you burning down his throat.

You were far too high in the Hawkins High food chain to even consider dating a guy like him. How could he have been so stupid?

You made him high on love. High on the hope that you could be an item. The way you were so comfortable around him, and how you made his head spin by doing the simplest of action.

But deep down he always knew this was a dream that he was going to have to snap out of. You needed someone like Chad. Someone with a good reputation and who doesn't take rides in the back of the sheriff's cars on a regular basis.

You might have similar tastes in music and common interests, but that was about it. Your social circles weren't compatible and he felt like a fool to even think he could have a chance.

~

He felt enough like a fool after that morning, he didn't need the pain in his heart to become worse by having you around.

Three weeks into his poor cover-ups and attempts to push you away, he only felt himself sink deep into his misery. No amount of Ozzy or Dio was enough to help him crawl out of this pit of pain he out himself into.

And as if things couldn't get worse, the pained look on your face every time you tried to comfort Eddie and he'd lay out yet again a poor excuse for his distance was now engraved in his mind--a reminder that not only was he destroying himself but he was bringing you down with him in the process.

But you'd heal, and faster than he ever could.

He knew you would.

He watched from the far end of the hellfire table, head hung in mystery as he looked down at the pretzels he didn't have an appetite for.

Gareth and Jeff were sharing a look, wondering if they should just go into a conversation of their own and pretend like Eddie wasn't moping right in front of their eyes. Lately, ignoring him seemed to be the only way to keep the party safe from his mood.

Eddie looked up once he had enough of staring at the dry food on his plate. He scanned the cafeteria and it didn't take him long to find you--looking perfect as always.

But in his staring, he was oblivious to the way your eyes didn't hold the same brightness as they usually did, and that the excited tone when you spoke to your friends was gone--blown with the harsh storm that had been Eddie's ignorance.

Of course, Eddie couldn't see the sleepless nights and the way your diner plates had remained full for the past few days. He couldn't truly see the inner turmoil that was rumbling inside your bones and keeping you from sanity.

But how could he? It was all hidden behind your perfect practiced cheerleader smile.

And when Eddie spotted that perfect smile from a distance, he didn't think twice before jumping to conclusions: you had finally moved on.

As Eddie looked back down to his poor lunch, he knew one thing to be clear: he was simply a useless passing villager in your game of life. He thought of himself to be like one of those useless NPCs he invented for his campaigns.

Boy if only he knew how wrong he was.

~

On the second day of the third week, you had enough.

If Eddie was going to ignore you, you at least needed a reason, something to justify the pang in your heart each time your eyes landed on him from a distance.

So you held your books a little tighter in your hand, your pink nails gripping your sticker-filled yellow spiral notebook tighter as you made your way out of the cafeteria. You watched like a hawk, keeping a certain distance so as to not raise suspicion. Eddie was speaking with one of his fellow Hellfire members; Jeff. The boy was nodding at whatever his dungeon master was telling him, and Eddie was fiddling with his rings: something you knew he did when he was nervous.

What did he have to be nervous about?

Eddie was soaked to the bone with confidence, that was the whole armor he wore so your so-called friends wouldn't eat him alive.

Did this have something to do with you?--There was no way of knowing, but you were growing suspicious of Eddie's change of behavior; towards both yourself and his faltering confidence.

The bell rang and as per usual, Eddie didn't budge from his spot. His friend had already scurried off to class but despite the rush happening around him, he took his time, stuffing his drug-filled lunch box into his locker and attempting to sort out the mess of misused books and stray notes he might need for the afternoon.

You closed your own locker, mumbling something to your friend, shooting her a smile as she left you alone.

The corridor fell empty, apart from you and Eddie; but didn't have seem to notice your presence, or at least if he did he did not make a move to talk to you or run away like he had usually done these past few weeks.

If he hadn't been ignoring you, maybe you would have smiled at the way he was figuring out what his own handwriting meant. Smiled at the way he was placing the paper in every angle possible to try and decipher if this was a useful piece of information for the hours to come. But when he finally cracked it, like an ancient code meant to keep safe the best of treasures, he mumbled something you didn't catch from the distance and stuffed it back in between the unorganized line of notebooks.

This wasn't the paper he was searching for.

"You need help finding something?" Your voice made him jump, making you crack a smile at the startled look on his face.

"Jesus, don't scare me like that," he mumbled before fishing for a bright blue notebook. He opened it to make sure it was the right one, and when he read Math, sloppily written in big letters across the front page, he tucked the book under his arm. He didn't share another word with you, probably waiting for you to make your purpose by his side known.

He tucked a 4 colored pen behind his ear and closed his locker, not bothering to close the lock.

"Can we talk?"

"Not, now I have to get to class, and so do you," he pointed to the clock behind you and you crossed your arms.

But your stance didn't seem to bother him much, because he turned on his heel and started walking away.

It took you a second to remember why you were here, you had enough of whatever was going on with him--and you wouldn't let him run away on you again.

So you caught up with him and stood your grown in front of him, trying to take as much space as possible--but probably failing to look an ounce more intimidating than nature allowed you to be.

But nonetheless, you still spoke, words slashing the air; "You're ignoring me." It was a statement--a firm one that almost made him flinch.

You saw his expression falter from shock to something else. A color you didn't recognize in Eddie, maybe pain, hurt? Your heart sunk down to your feet as réalisation hit you.

Did you really do something that bad?

He was staring right at you, big brown eyes intently staring your face, maybe trying to decipher your emotions, trying to read your mind so he could make a decision on his next move.

"No I haven't," but instead of doing anything remotely productive to help the conversation like you’d hope; he lied.

"Yes, you have," he watched as your face fell, more pieces of his heart shattering in the process. "Have I done something wrong?" The way you frowned was overwhelming. "I promise I didn't mean to, Eddie we can talk this out."

Eddie felt like he was about to burst, all of the predicaments he tried to convince himself were true falling to the ground and breaking with the last of his heart.

He had to close his eyes to stop himself from wanting to rip his hair out or cry.

You were blaming yourself, for something that was all him.

His fears came true, he had dragged you down into misery with him.

"Y/n, of course not-" you watched him stumble with his words.

"Then why are you ignoring me," Your tone might have seemed firm but he could tell the way your voice wavered.

You were hurt.

And it was all his fault.

He sighed, barely managing to meet your eyes again.

"Because I'm not good enough for you."

You blinked, trying to make sense of his words.

"What?"

"I'm not good enough for you!" He lifted his voice a bit, but not enough to make you flinch. "You're- you're perfect. It's as if god had taken everything that's perfect and made you—and then there's me, who is everything but perfect. A freak who was apparently meant to fall for someone he cannot have," he went on, too busy going on a rampage to notice the way your breath caught in your throat.

"Because," he looked into your eyes, a look so intense it almost gave you chills. "You're a queen, and I’m just your joker. And The Joker cannot fall in love with the queen of Gotham, she deserves Batman, the handsome Bruce Wayne. Not the madman."

You swallowed as you realized this was a love confession. Eddie’s eyes were wide, almost hectic, and the more you stared at him the more you realised this was him rambling on about how, he reciprocated your feelings but thought you could never.

Your ached when you registered the way he had just talked about himself, but quickly it was replaced by anger bubbling in the pit of your stomach for anyone in this damn town that made him feel this way.

Because your Eddie deserved the world, and he most definitely deserved someone like you. He even deserved the entire of Gotham to be at his feet.

You took a step closer, mustering bits of courage you still held, "Harley Quinn and the Joker made a pretty good pair the last time I checked."

Eddie felt the air pull out of his lungs as you spoke, his brain working overtime as it attempted to comprehend the coded message.

"What do you mean?" He breathed out, watching you get even closer to him.

"Let me be your Harley," you brushed his hand, making goosebumps travel up his arm. His fingers slowly interlacing with yours, eyes getting glossy. "I might be the Queen of Gotham, but I'm far from wanting Batman," you giggled, continuing to close the distance between you.

Before he could blink again, you were already on your tip toes leaning in for a kiss. You were already lowering yourself back to your normal height before Eddie registered what happened.

But when he did, his lips were on yours again—chasing for the feeling he had dreamed about for months now.

Eddie thought his brain was going to overheat.

Not even ten minutes ago, he thought every chance he had with you had been long gone, sunk deep into lovers lake with the other broken romances and unrequited loves.

But there he was, kissing the girl of his dreams in the middle of a school hallway.

And it was everything he had ever dreamt it would be.

"So, I'm really perfect?" You smirked as you pulled away from the kiss just for Eddie to chase your lips again, muttering 'Yes' in between kisses.

Eddie finally pulled away when the information had fully registered.

"How in the world do you like me back?" He blinked in disbelief.

"Because you're perfect?" He shook his head no, but you persisted, "you’re perfect for me, Eddie."

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do you think you could write for Yelena Belova x reader Sharing their first kiss?

ofc!! I adore a cute little fluff fic like this, they are DELECTABLE!! also I hope y'all enjoy the fact that all my fic titles are Taylor lyrics, idk why I always love people who have super cohesive title themes. Also sorry if this is OOC or anything! I wrote this all in one go at like 10pm LMAO.

The First Kiss, It's Flawless

Ship: Yelena Belova x Reader Word Count: ~1.8k Description: Yelena's got a crush on you. She wants it to be perfect. Who better to ask than her older sister? (Spoiler: Many people are better to ask) A/N: NOTHING BUT SILLY ROMANTIC FUN FOR MY GIRLS BC THEY DESERVE THE WORLD

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11:30am, Manhattan

"Natasha, I'm being serious," Yelena groans, shoving her face into her hands. Her sister was sat next to her on the edge of her bed, awkwardly patting Yelena on the back. When her sister asked for help, and to come to her Brooklyn apartment as soon as possible, the last thing she expected it to be for was romantic struggles.

"And I'm being serious too! You just go with the flow," Natasha says, sighing softly as her free hand pinches her brow.

"That's easy for you to say! Maria asked YOU out!" Yelena was definitely growing more frustrated, owed to the way she flopped her body back onto her bed and pulled a pillow over her face. Natasha rolls her eyes, pulling the pillow away. She earned herself a few daggers glared in return.

"Yelena, Y/N is sweet. The worst they can say is no."

"That's what you and everyone else say! I can think of so many worse things that could-"

There it was, the list of reasons she couldn't take the leap about to tumble forth. Natasha knew it all too well. It was incredibly impressive how in every other aspect of their lives, Yelena led with her head held high. This was a vast departure from that. So, with a sigh, Natasha stood up, stretching, and grabbing her keys and phone from the bed.

"What are you doing?" Yelena asked hastily, pushing herself up onto her elbows.

"Going to play matchmaker." It was a simple plan, really. Feign confused sibling, apologise if it wasn't the case. Easy operation, in and out. To Yelena though, it wasn't.

"Are you out of your mind?" Thankfully, the door was shut, meaning Yelena's shout didn't have the chance to escape the room and echo down the hallways of the apartment building.

"No- Seriously, you have nothing to freak out about! I figure it out for you, and make the opening!"

Before Yelena could object, Natasha was out of the door.

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Natasha had asked to meet you at some nondescript coffee shop by Central Park. It wasn't out of the ordinary, meeting an Avenger in some otherwise innocuous location. Unlike other times though, this did seem like a genuine encounter. When you arrived, Natasha was already sat outside, with two coffees on a wire table.

"Hey, Nat! It's been a while!"

You'd been friends with the redhead for nearing a decade now - working with the Avengers as an intelligence officer on several occasions. On the third or fourth time, Natasha had taken a shining to you, and the pair of you became close friends.

Being close friends, she had, of course, gotten your coffee order dead on. It was a welcomed warmth in the late winter in New York.

"How've you been, Y/N?" she asks, taking a swig of her coffee. From there, the conversation flowed naturally, as if you'd seen each other yesterday. It was nice, pleasant even. You felt yourself relax into it, smiling as the odd joke came to light.

"Hey, do you mind if I ask you something?"

You furrow your brow, nodding.

"Of course?"

"Forgive me, if I'm overstepping, but I couldn't help but notice- You and Yelena? Are you two-"

A blush blooms across your face, and up your neck. You try and hide it with a sip of your coffee, but you fail miserably, choking slightly.

"What? Oh- No! No, no, no. We're just friends." You laugh nervously, coughing a few times. When you finally meet Natasha's eyes, there's a good natured humour in them. And, obviously, she had seen right through you.

"Is it that obvious?" you say, a frown meeting your expression. You'd thought you had been subtle.

"Afraid so," Natasha replies. This was good news, great news for her sister. An idea sparked though. She'd have to beg Yelena for her forgiveness though.

"You know... Yelena's free this Friday night."

Your brow furrows.

"I don't follow?"

Natasha laughs, setting her empty coffee cup on the table.

"Ask her on a date. I promise it'll go well."

Things clicked into place for you, and you roll your eyes. This was a double agent case. But that meant Yelena liked you back... Oh my god. You reach into your pocket, pulling out your phone.

"You're an asshole, you know that?"

"Hey! I had to play it cool, in case you didn't like her. Would've been really awkward if I was straight up and you weren't into her."

You couldn't argue with that logic. Finally, you find Yelena's contact on your phone, and type up a quick message.

Are you free Friday?

There's a short delay, albeit a touch too short, before Yelena responds.

Yes. Are you suggesting something?

How about a movie at mine? 7pm. Keep it casual. Like a casual date.

Yelena takes a little longer to respond this time. You hear Natasha's phone ding, and look up in time to see her laugh.

"She just called me a motherfucker."

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Friday came all too quickly, and you found your palms sweating. You're not sure why. Your intentions had been perfectly clear when you messaged Yelena and asked her out. She knew what this was, and you did too. And it wasn't like you didn't know her - you'd warmed up to each other quite quickly once Natasha had introduced you both. Being closer in age to the younger of the sisters would do that.

To top it all off, you already had Natasha's approval. So there was nothing to be afraid of, right?

It was just you and Yelena, in your living room, watching a film.

Romantically.

Not as friends. Very very not as friends.

The microwave beeped from your kitchen, yelling at you that the popcorn had finished.

God, what am I doing?

The microwave opens with a thud when you pull the handle, grabbing the popcorn by the very corner. Holding it over the sink, you shake it a few times to disperse the butter, and get the kernels out. Fondly, you remembered it was Yelena who'd actually taught you that trick.

Finally, you dump it into a large bowl, and take it over to the living room. Netflix was already pulled up. You hadn't yet settled on what film to watch, and you'd be damned if you picked it on your own. Risk her not liking it. On your first date. The very thought sent a shudder through you.

You couldn't linger on it for too long, because the doorbell rung.

"Fuck! 7pm already," you whisper-shout to yourself, carefully dodging around the couch to get to the front door. Habitually, you look through the peephole. You're greeted with a fisheye view of the blonde, and open the door.

"Yelena! Hey!"

Why the fuck are you saying that like you didn't expect to see her. You literally invited her here.

Thankfully, she looked as nervous as you felt. Yelena smiled though, holding up a bag of M&M's.

"Hi. I brought these! Makes popcorn better," she said. "Can I come in?"

"Oh! Yea, of course, sorry!" you jumble out, stepping out of her way. You lock the door behind her as you close it, and follow her as she's already made her was to the living room.

"I didn't know what you wanted to watch, but I made popcorn!"

You're nervously fidgeting with your hands, surveying the living room situation. There were plenty of blankets, and pillows. The coffee table was in reach, with popcorn, and the new bag of M&Ms. You're too busy worrying to catch the soft look Yelena sends your way.

"We can pick off of your Letterboxd, don't you have that watch list? Movies are more your thing," she jokes, settling down with a pillow and blanket in the corner.

You agree, pulling out your phone and settling on the lounge. You're a little too tense, and sitting an almost awkward distance away from her. Not quite in her space, but not quite in yours either. You rattle off a few titles, and don't notice her creeping nearer until a hand rests on your forearm. You look at her.

"How about that one?" she asks, pointing to a movie poster on your phone. You become aware of how close she is.

"Yea... That'll work."

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It'd happened almost 20 minutes ago now, but your knee was touching Yelena's under the blanket. It felt like electricity arcing up your body when it first happened, but now it had settled to a soft warmth. A pleasant warmth.

When the end credits rolled, Yelena stayed still for a while. Wrapped up in a blanket, leant against the armrest of the sofa.

"Wow. That was a good movie. Good taste," she said, sitting up. You liked the way her accent wove the words together. It made such a simple statement feel like the highest praise.

"Yea!" you say, standing up to take the bowl to the kitchen. "I'm glad I got to watch it with you." It's a tad sappy, but you meant it. Couldn't hurt to say on a first date.

"Do you know what time it is?" she asks from the living room, where she'd rolling up the blanket she had used. Your eyes stray to the microwave, which reads 10:30pm. You relay that information to her.

"Your place is pretty far away... I have a guest room you can use?"

"My my! Getting me to stay the night on our first date, that's very bold."

If she were anyone else, and if you'd known her for any less time, you would've panicked. A faux pas, and you would've passed out. But you could spot the jest in her tone. When you come back to the living room, she's smiling.

"I'd actually really appreciate that," Yelena says. Her tone is lower than before; more authentic. More tender. Simply more.

"Thank you for coming tonight." She looks at you, regarding you with a warmth that went just a step beyond friendship. A new dash of vulnerability.

Her hand rests on your outer forearm that's by your side. It was a sweet touch, an innocent one, too. But it felt perfect. Everything in this moment felt right, and you felt at ease.

"Can I kiss you?" Yelena asks. If you listened closely enough, dissected it with the proverbial knife, there was a touch of fear in her tone. You hadn't heard it, though.

Rather than answering, you lean forward, capturing her lips in yours. Like everything else, it felt right. It was chaste, and didn't last long enough. But for now it would be enough. It was more a promise. A beckoning call forward, a waiting hand.

Yelena's smiling when you pull away. You find yourself smiling too.

You show her to her room for the evening, and before you go to return to your own, you call out behind you.

"Night, Yelena!

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Hope y'all enjoyed! Like I said, I wrote this in one take at night, so forgive any mistakes! Requests are open!!