#i could always do the impression but it was always a little off

[mattscoquette]

𝑨 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬 𝑶𝑭 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑻 | 𝑴𝑨𝑻𝑻 𝑺𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑶𝑳𝑶

𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉.. you slowly notice your boyfriend is falling out of love with you

angst !! cursing, mentions of weed, smoking, arguing, glass breaking, kinda toxic!matt, breaking up

2.3k words

are we awake? am i too old to be this stoned?

the small sliver of sunlight that peered through your curtain danced across your face, causing you to stir awake slowly. a hand reached out, only to find the other side of the mattress cold. typical.

it wasn’t long before the strong reek of matt’s weed filled your apartment, a soft sigh escaping your lips as you peered at the clock next to you, the numbers 6:37 a.m. staring back at you.

slowly, you made your way out of bed and out to the balcony, where matt resided, still clad in his pajamas. a rolled joint was held between his pointer and thumb, dark smoke swirling around him.

“are you seriously high already?” you mumbled, sleep still coaxing your voice as you wrapped your arms around your middle as a means to stay warm.

matt simply looked back at you, his usual blue eyes red and bleary. he gave you a small shrug before holding the joint to his lips, inhaling deeply.

“i guess so.”

for goodness sake, i wasn't told you'd be this cold.

it wasn’t out of the ordinary for you to question if matt still loved you. you’d been together for a year and a half now, and it felt as though he’d only loved you for the first year.

it started small. little remarks you would tend to just brush off.

“you should wear this, it looks better on you.”

“why are you always in a bad mood whenever i’m around?”

but they never bothered you much. matt loved you. and you loved him. that was the way it always was, and you never seemed to think any different.

and matt was so sweet in the beginning. flowers were delivered to your door every week, along with a handwritten letter from him. your meals were always paid for, and you were almost certain you hadn’t touched a door handle for nearly half of the relationship. now, things couldn’t be more different.

when matt started being mean, you never questioned if he still loved you. he was probably having a bad day, or something heavy was weighing on him he just didn’t feel like talking about. it was never a question if he loved you or not.

but lately, you weren’t so sure anymore. it was rare for matt to be kind. he was also so angry and upset, and you couldn’t just seem to understand why. he acted like you were just an afterthought in his mind, a footnote in the story of his life. like you weren’t his girlfriend, like you weren’t his everything, like he always promised you.

you smashed a glass into pieces

that's around the time i left.

you lost count of how many argument you and matt had this week. there was always something. nothing could ever be okay with you both.

it was beginning to feel like matt wasn’t fighting for you relationship anymore. yet here you were, fighting tooth and nail, just for things to be even a little bit like how they used to be. it was an uphill battle, and you were losing.

you were angrily clearing off the table, not caring if neither you nor matt were done eating dinner. you weren’t even sure what this argument was about. something along the lines of matt bending over backwards for you, when you reciprocate nothing in return. although that couldn’t be further from the truth, you tried to listen. you tried to piece together what exactly it was that you did that made your relationship crumble.

“i just don’t get it y/n,” matt retorted as he stood up abruptly, bringing his dishes to the sink and dropping them in with a loud clank, “why is it that i’m doing everything for you, but the second i need something, it’s a big issue?”

you glared at him from you spot by the table, tears threatening to well up in your eyes. you didn’t want to argue anymore. you just wanted your boyfriend back.

he just scoffed as he turned back around, clearly not impressed with your lack of an answer. matt began to scrub the dishes bitterly, almost as if the plate had done something wrong and he was mad at it, as opposed to you.

“i do so much for you, matt.” you mumbled, keeping your head low as you wiped off the table. no matter how much you two argued, you never wanted him to see you cry. “i feel like sometimes you’re the one who can’t be pleased.”

that set him off.

“are you serious-” he began, throwing the plate down in the sink angrily as he turned around to look at you. the glass shattered, the sound piercing through the kitchen as you two fell silent.

it was an accident, you knew it, but it didn’t stop you from crying more.

you turned to face matt, your eyes red and cheeks blotchy as tears streamed down them. before he could get a word out, you were already announcing that you were going back home.

you said i'm full of diseases

your eyes were full of regret.

it had been a week and a half since matt broke the plate, and things hadn’t gotten any better. if anything, that was the first crack in the glass. matt seemed to be picking an argument all day, looking for anything to make a comment on. no matter what you did, you just couldn’t make him happy.

“can you stop hogging the damn blanket?” matt murmured as he sat next to you on the couch, his arms crossed. he tugged the fabric from your lap to his, shuffling even further away than he was before, his focus returning to the movie playing on the tv.

you looked at his side profile, his demeanor so cold and off putting. where you both used to be cuddled up together under one blanket when watching a movie, now you couldn’t so much as sit too close to him without starting something.

“sorry.” you mumbled faintly. that was starting to become a repeat word in your vocabulary. sorry. you had decided instead of arguing back, you could just be sorry. if matt felt like he was always right, he was sure to love you again the way he used to. how couldn’t he be?

“god, you’re just so annoying sometimes.” he muttered, fixing the blanket once more as his eyes bore holes through you. he watched the way your face fell, a knot twisting in his stomach.

how could he say something so mean to girl he loved so much?

in return, you sighed quietly and shakily, returning your eyes to the tv screen. you’d rather have matt be angry at you everyday than not have him at all.

you used to have a face straight out of a magazine

now you just look like anyone.

for a change, matt suggested you two go out. it was a breath of fresh air for you both. there was almost an unspoken agreement that you two couldn’t be fighting if you were in public. you could each play the part of the happy couple you once were.

you made every effort to look your best. your hair and makeup were done, your outfit perfectly put together after countless hours spent curating it. you took a step back from the mirror, smiling at your reflection. you felt really, really pretty. a small sense of optimism lingered in the air as you made your way down to matt’s car when he said he was at your apartment. he couldn’t possibly ignore you, not when you looked like this.

a small smile played on your glossed lips as you climbed into the car, your floral perfume strong. he offered the faintest of smiles, followed with a small kiss hello. to most girls, they’d be upset if their boyfriend reacted how matt did. they’d want him to compliment them, ruin their makeup. but to you, it was a start. you can’t remember the last time he made you feel how he just did.

the ride to the mall was peaceful. it was filled with small talk, the radio playing softly in the background. the day was just getting started, but you felt hopeful. you felt like today would be a really good day for you and matt, and your relationship was in desperate need of one.

and it was great. it felt almost like what you called “the good times,” the part of your relationship where matt actually felt like your boyfriend. when he actually acted like your boyfriend. he held your hand the entire time you walked through the mall, and carried every single bag for you. at the cash registers, his wallet was out before the total was even displayed on the card reader. the day was almost perfect. almost. the only thing missing was the compliments you craved from matt so badly.

in the good times, it seemed as if every other sentence coming from matt was a compliment. he loved to tell you how much he loved you. at one point, you had even wondered if matt remembered your actual name, because he was always calling you his pretty girl. his.

but today, that seemed to be the only thing lacking. instead, matt’s gaze seemed very preoccupied with the other girls in the mall. his eyes lingered at all of their bodies, the way they would show a little cleavage or expose their midriff. it didn’t take you long to realize the only reason matt was being so kind today was because he could distract himself with other girls who weren’t you.

i just sat in self-pity and cried in the car.

although you and matt had been having problems for as long as you had, you didn’t dare tell anyone. because when you were around friends, you and matt were good at pretending. nobody dared to question your relationship, because there was nothing to question. he seemed to love you the way he always had. it was only behind closed doors when you had problems.

but even though you accepted this was your relationship now, you couldn’t help but remember the good times. it would just hit you out of nowhere, the longing for something that didn’t exist anymore. something that could never be as it was. it was a crushing feeling, really, and the only thing you could do was let it consume you. it would eat at you for days, taking away your appetite and replacing it with a sinking feeling inside of you.

you often found yourself looking back at old pictures and videos, notes from matt and dead flower petals you saved. if you closed your eyes and focused hard enough, sometimes you could still feel the way you used to. you’d be lost in your thoughts, living in a deluded world where you and matt were still happy. one where he had eyes for only you, and made you feel like the most special person in the universe. you could still remember how tight he would hold you every night, how he’d look at you like you hung every star in the sky.

then, the reality would dawn on you that it wasn’t like that anymore. you were mourning a relationship that wasn’t even dead yet.

you played a part, this is how it starts.

as the days, weeks, months passed, you felt more and more detached from your relationship. you were waking up everyday next to someone you couldn’t recognize anymore. the spark you two shared was now put out, embers on the ground dying. he wasn’t the matt you fell in love with anymore.

you had stopped trying. maybe if matt noticed you were slowly fading away, he’d do something. but he didn’t. he never did. the two of you had no energy for anything anymore, your relationship on it’s last limbs.

oh, i just had a change of heart.

matt’s couch was something you’d grown accustom to over the last two years. it was your saving grace when he would push you to the point of no return, when you couldn’t even lay next to him to sleep. as the ceiling stared back at you, you heard small creaks in the floorboard as matt creeped into the living room. he looked a mess, his hair tousled in all different directions, the dark spots under his eyes more prominent than ever.

“can i lay with you?” his voice whispered in the darkness as he stood above you. he clambered in beneath the blankets when you gave a small nod, exhaustion falling over you fast.

he rustled around a bit, finally finding a comfortable position facing you. he studied your face, taking in every detail.

“it’s not working out anymore, is it?” he asked, his voice quiet.

you looked back at him. you watched the way his chest rose and fell, the way his chapped lips parted and breathing hitched.

“it’s not.”

you both remained quiet, as if you were soaking in the last moments of your relationship. the same way you try to remember everything about your hotel room when you’re leaving vacation, committing every last minute thing to memory.

you stared back at matt, waiting for him to speak. he opened his mouth to speak, closing it when no words came out. he tried again.

“are we done then?”

you inhaled shakily, your eyes fluttering shut. you nodded, feeling the weight of the world come crashing down on you. two years of your life, over like that. before you could even think about getting up, matt’s voice broke you from your thoughts.

“can…can you just stay with me one more night?” he asked. “i don’t want it to be over just yet.”

you peeled your eyes open, being met with matt’s sad ones. you nodded your head yes, feeling him instantly wrap his arms around your middle, pulling you into his chest. just like how he used to. his head rested atop yours, the rhythmic sound of each other’s breathing lulling you both to sleep.

you would both deal with it tomorrow. you would feel the unbearable feeling of heartbreak in the morning. but for now, you could still both be with one another the way you used to. just one last time.

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𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬. ⋆˚꩜｡ i know i was yapping sm ab needing a break but i wrote this in one sitting yesterday…. also a fanfic to the 1975 is sooo tumblr. pls lmk ur thoughts bc this is very different from what id normally write:) and thank u for 5.1k ! i love u all

[hockeyboysimagines]

Summer Heat

Pairings: Matt Rempe x Female reader

I know I said I’d never write for him, but I’m trying something new for the new year. He’s grown on me, and I wanted to shake up my blog a little bit. Please be nice. I’m treading unfamiliar waters here.

Let me know what you guys think!

Warnings: Drug consumption(weed), mentions of drinking, skinny dipping, nudity, kissing, sex, references to sex

The music was pounding so loud it was making your chest hurt as you made your way through the house, sidestepping a puddle of liquid you hoped was alcohol and left the kitchen. Sweaty bodies of people you’d known for years were laughing, dancing, toasting and doing keg stands in every corner of the room and you smiled a little as you watched it.

Summer was arguably the best time of the year here at home. Everyone was suddenly free of plans and responsibilities, and parties erupted at the drop of a hat. What had started as a casual hangout with just a few people had evolved into a rager and you were having a great fucking time.

“Hey!” You turned in time to receive a giant ass slap from Darcy, your best friend as she came up behind you “I’ve been looking for you for ages. Where were you?”

“In the bathroom…” you trailed off, reaching in your pocket and glancing over your shoulder as you pulled out a joint, twirling it between your fingers “Wanna take a walk.”

“Hell yeah I do come on.” She followed you out the back door and off the deck, weaving in and out of people and heading past the rows of cars till you reached your own and the two of you huddled behind it.

You gripped it between your fingers as she flicked the lighter and lit it. The embers glowed bright orange in the darkness as you took a drag, inhaling and handed it to her so she could do the same. As she took her own hit and blew out the cloud of smoke you heard a voice.

“DEA hands up.”

You both turned, joint still in her hand and came face to face with a waist, eyes moving up till they landed on a face. A familiar face.

Matt Rempe.

“Damn. I think you got taller.” You said with a small laugh and a cough.

“Nah that’s just the weed talking.” He said with a chuckle, stretching an arm out and tapping his fingers together at the blunt. Darcy passed it to him and let out a long exhale of smoke.

“I didn’t know you were back.” She said glancing over at you.

Your relationship with him was weird. While you were pretty good friends, it had always been on the verge of something else. It would become intensely flirtatious for several days and then fizzle out. Each time it happened it got flirtier and filthier than the last and Darcy swore this time was when it was going to blossom, and then nothing happened. When he returned home, and you saw him again, both of you acted like it never happened the next time you saw him. It wasn’t even a situationship. More like a flirtationship. You’d never even kissed the guy, though you wanted to, but at this point it had been going on since highschool and it was getting a little bit old. Either he liked you or he didn’t, but days of flirting and then nothing at 22 was just annoying. After the last time, in which several photos and vulgarities had been exchanged and then he faded out of your life, again, you swore to Darcy over a Vodka Cranberry, that you were done with him romantically, sexually and flirtatiously forever. Realistically though, the three of you had the same circle of friends so it wouldn’t be possible to avoid him forever. Sooner or later you would have to see him. You had just hoped it wouldn't be this soon.

“Yeah aren’t you supposed to be in jail or something?” You said with a snarky smile. You weren’t saying it to be funny. You were saying it to be rude and Darcy knew it based on the small giggle she let out. You weren’t about to tell him you’d been keeping tabs on his season, but you had. He’d made quite the impression when he hit the NHL and it was impossible to not see him all over the internet. You would be lying if you hadn’t watched him fighting online multiple times. Even if he lost, it was totally hot.

But you would never EVER tell him that.

“Nah they can’t catch me.” He mumbled, joint between his lips as he took a drag. He blew out the smoke glancing up at the sky and then at you “So what’s up with you? I haven’t heard from you in like 5 months.” He swatted an ash off the end of it before he handed it back to Darcy.

“Maybe there’s a reason for that.” You said crossing your arms. Darcy glanced between you and cleared her throat, extinguishing the end of the joint and putting it in her pocket.

“I need to pee. I’ll be back…later.” She sent you a small smile and an arm squeeze as she walked past you “Good to see you Matt.” She called over her shoulder as she made her way up the front yard.

“So?” He asked again “What’s up?” He was looking at you expectantly and you weren’t really sure what he wanted. He knew why he hadn’t heard from you, he just wanted to hear you say it.

You shrugged “Nothing really. Just doing my own thing.”

He frowned “So that means we can’t talk?”

“No. It just means that I’m not waiting around for your week of flirting and dirty talk and then nothing anymore. I’m too old for that and it’s getting tiring.”

He looked clueless “I didn’t know it was a problem. And what dirty talk?” He said with a chuckle.

You rolled your eyes “It’s not. But either you like me or you don’t at this point. And come on. How is “I’m going to bend you over and fuck you stupid” not dirty talk?”

Even in the darkness you could see his face turn red and he coughed “Do you think I would flirt with you if I didn’t like you? That’s dumb.” He said leaning down so he was almost at eye level with you.

“Nice aversion. Yeah? Then I guess I’m dumb.” You turned away, annoyed, but he caught you by the elbow, and turned you back around.

“Woah whoa whoa. Why didn’t you just like…ask me.” He was smiling a little “If you wanted to know that’s all you had to do. I thought we could talk about stuff like that.”

“I don’t know. I just felt like if you did you would have made it clearer than just random flirting now and again. You’ve been home. You never made a single attempt to get together while you were here and now you’ve just appeared at a party and I didn’t even know you were home.”

He nodded “Okay. That’s fair. Sorry I guess I just didn’t think you wanted anything out of it.”

“And if I did?” You said raising your chin “Want something?”

He glanced down at your feet and then all the way up, before his eyes landed back on your face and realization lit his eyes up like a lightbulb. Talk about dumb. You leaned forward a little bit, motioning for him to come closer. His lips were almost touching yours when you leaned your head back and stepped away from him, pulling your elbow from his grip.

“I think I’m going to go swimming.” You turned on your heel, making your way down to the lake as quickly as possible to beat him there, knowing he was following, but also forgetting he was a real life giraffe and would likely be right on your heels.

“Wait hey what-“ he called from behind you, but you weren’t waiting around for him to question you further.

You hurried down the crude rock steps, the only sound being the music as it grew more faint and the slap of your flip flops against the ground as you neared the water. It was probably terribly cold, and there was nothing sexy about lake water, but it would have to do for now. Your entire body felt hot and sweaty and you needed to cool down. Plus you had almost kissed him and then chickened out so you needed to actually go swimming now to cover it up and make it seems like you were being coy. The weed had kicked in by now and the edges of your brain felt fuzzy as you neared the water, a haze coming down over your eyes and in an instant your chi was centered and you felt relaxed enough to let your guard down.

As you reached the edge, and kicked your shoes off you turned to find him halfway down the bank.

“Hey how are we going to go swimming if-“ but the words died on his tongue as you looked him in the eye and pulled your shirt over your head and kicked your shorts off, leaving you completely naked. He stood open mouthed, frozen mid step as his eyes loved all the way down to your feet and back up.

“Answer your question?” You called as you hurried into the water, praying to every god imaginable that no one else had seen you besides him. You made it a point to only be naked in front of a limited number of people and as Darcy had seen you naked countless times, and now Matt, two people at one party was enough. The water was frigid and the only thing that kept you from screaming was the fact that your body was on fire from the near kiss and your strip show just seconds prior. What was in that joint. Whatever it was disappeared as the shock of the cold water had sent you straight back into sobriety.

You were already chest deep in the water by the time he reached the waters edge and you turned your back while he undressed, scrunching your eyes shut from the cold before turning around to find he’d paused, shirt half off.

“So you rip your clothing off and then don’t want to watch me do the same? What gives?”

“It’s not fair that you get a great view and I get an average one now is it?” You said turning away from him, legs kicking under the water.

He made a noise of indignation from the bank and then mumbled something too quiet for you to hear. You heard him wade into the water but didn’t turn around until the splashing quieted. When you did, he was waist deep watching as you swam around.

“I can’t figure you out.” He said after a moment, moving forward a little bit.

“What’s the figure out?” You tipped your head back and closed your eyes, gently moving your legs so you were almost floating. The water in your ears was drowning out the music from the party behind you, and the moon was shining down on the water, catching each ripple as it came off of your body moving gently in the water.

“Well I don’t know but you almost just kissed me up there, stripped, now you won’t even look at me. Is this a test?” He asked wading in deeper. He looked confused and for a second you almost felt bad but then you remembered your whole relationship with him was confusing and the pity went away.

“If it was you’d be failing.”

He was closer now, almost up to his shoulders in the water, circling around you like a shark “So you like me right?”

“What makes you think that?” You asked turning to watch him as he made his way in a circle. You stayed low in the water, the end of your ponytail just touching the surface, careful to keep all your vital parts covered.

He looked down at the water and then back up and smiled “I mean. You are naked under there so.”

“What does that have to do with anything?” Your legs were burning from treading water and you were hopeful the slimy thing that had just touched your ankle was a fish. Playing coy naked and cold was no easy feat “Darcy’s seen me naked before. That doesn’t make you special.”

“Really?” He said appreciatively eyebrows raised “But you didn’t almost kiss her….wait. Did you?

You shrugged and made a face “I’ll never tell.” As you turned to swim away, you felt an arm slide around your waist and hold you in place. He wasp ressed against you from behind, and any chill you had was gone now. He slid a hand across your waist, and turned you to face him.

The kiss was slow, wet, sloppy and a little bit awkward as he pulled you closer, wet hands and limbs sliding against eachother as you wrapped your arms around him, pulling yourself up to reach him. Kissing him was weird after the build up over the years. Though it was all your expected it to be, you felt like things just weren’t right.

After a moment he pulled away, and looked down at you, eyebrows furrowed.

“That was-“

“Yeah.” You answered, arms still around his shoulders. He had a large hand on either side of your waist and he chewed on his lip.

“Should we try again? You know. For science.”

You giggled and then shivered a little but nodded “Okay. For science.”

When he kissed you again, it was different. It was like you’d figured eachother out now, mouths fitting together perfectly. You gripped the hair that was wet and stuck to his neck, as he ran his tongue along your lower lip. You felt like the water was boiling as his hands moved lower down your back, moving beneath the water to slide under your legs and hoist you up.

Your heart was hammering but before you could do anything further, a sudden breeze reminded you that you were now half out of the water and completely naked.

“Uhm. I’m committing a crime here. It’s called indecent exposure.” You whispered against his mouth. He glanced down and smiled.

“I’d say that’s pretty decent.” He set you down and glanced around to make sure you were still alone.

“Let’s…get out of here. I’ll get your clothes.”

You sank lower in the water and took a large, deep breath eyes closing.

You knew what was coming, and the anticipation of it was making you shiver, or maybe that was the water, or even the weed which you had hoped would chill you out but it hadn’t. Either way you needed a towel, a blanket and a cold drink asap.

“Coast is clear.” He motioned for you to get out and held up his shirt so you could slip your bra and shorts back on and extended a hand to pull you up the bank.

The air still had a little chill in it in mid June as you followed along behind him silently, teeth chattering for a few moments before you asked “Where are we going?”

“I’m not sure honestly” he said with a small chuckle and a glance over his shoulder “We could leave I guess. Go somewhere.”

“We can’t go to my house.” You said shaking your head “No boys allowed, and I’m not doing anything in there.” You pointed at the house behind you. You’d accidentally walked in on two hookups before he got there, once in a bedroom and one in the bathroom and while you hoped it had been great for both of them, you didn’t want to be on the other end of that.

He scoffed and rolled his eyes “We’re in our 20s. It’s supposed to be easier to find places to hook up not harder.” He turned to face you now, resting a hand on either shoulder and looked down, running his thumb across your collarbone “We can drive to my apartment, but it’s like 40 minutes from here.”

“Can you wait that long?” You asked arching an eyebrow.

He smiled slowly “No.” He said as he pinned you against the side of the car, hands everywhere as he kissed you heavily. You couldn’t breath, your skin was hot and your shorts were wet in a way that had nothing to do with the lake water you’d never dried off.

“My car. Let’s go to my car.” You gasped out pointing to it and giving him a nudge. You realized then that you were still wearing only a bra and your shorts were unbuttoned and you were standing way out in the open, making out against someone’s car. He leaned around you to look at it, a 4 door Honda and scoffed.

“There’s no way I’m fitting in that backseat.” He said shaking his head “No way.”

“Uhmmmmmm.” You looked around “What about that backseat?” You pointed at Darcy’s SUV that you knew was unlocked. She would let you use it if it meant you were getting laid and she wouldn’t get mad.

And even if she did, you’d get it detailed for her.

“Who’s car is that?” He asked as you pushed him towards it.

“Does it matter? Who cares just get inside.”

“Okay damn.” He said pulling the door open and holding it for you to leaned down and pull the seats down. You felt your shorts slipping down your legs, and you were sure the strap of your thong was hanging out the top of them, so you hoped he was enjoying the show. As you struggled with the lever, you felt him grab either side of your hips and pull you back a little so your ass was against his front. You gasped and jumped, bumping your head on the car door frame, as one of his hands splayed across your lower back.

“What is this?” You half turned to find him staring down at your lower back.

The tattoo

You’d forgotten all about the collection of little flowers that had been inked across the skin of your lower back, right above your thong line.

He glanced between it and you several times before he gave you a push “Get in the car.”

You crawled inside to pull the other one down, and he was on you before you had time to completely pull the lever. You went flying backwards as the lever released and he pushed you back at the same time. Lips moving feverishly against each others he moved over top of you as you backed yourself up to the trunk. The carpet was already giving you rug burn on your elbows. You felt something soft brush against your shoulder and pulled yourself away to glance over.

You giggled “Look at this. She even has a blanket.”

“She’s gonna be the best soccer mom like maybe ever.” He said pushing his hair out of his eyes as you quickly laid it out behind you and turned back to him. He pushed himself up, hissing in pain when he hit his elbow on the back tire casing, before heaving himself forward, foot hitting the seat. He looked annoyed as he finally got comfortable and focused his attention back on you.

He leaned forward, hand sliding over your shoulder to grip the back of your neck and pull you forward. He’s gained some confidence now and any awkwardness there was before was gone. His weight came down on you as he kissed you again, tongue pushing right into your mouth this time. He ground his pelvis into yours causing you to gasp against his mouth, and let out a tiny noise of surprise. He slid a bra strap down your shoulder, long fingers sliding pleasantly across your skin. As you leaned up to move your mouth across the underside of his jaw you were pulled immediately back down.

“Wait your on-my hair hang on-“ you said tapping his elbow.

He moved up and cracked the top of his head on the window with a loud smack “Ow Jesus CHRIST.” He growled frustratedly rubbing the spot as he fell forward, his weight collapsing on you and knocking the wind from your lungs.

You huffed in annoyance, eyes finding his in the darkness “This isn’t working.”

“Your right. We’re gonna have to find a bed.”

“If there’s one you can fit in. Move over, let’s try this.” You wiggled out from under him, taking the opportunity to kick your shorts completely off and pushed him backwards by the shoulders, swinging a leg over him so you straddled his midsection.

He leaned backward, hands coming up to rest on your thighs and glanced upwards. You raised yourself upwards a few times to ensure that your head wouldn’t hit the ceiling before your eyes moved down his torso.

“Take this off.” You breathed out, tugging at the hem of his shirt. He was bigger, broader than he had been since the last you’d seen him, and you needed to examine every inch. He had always been long and lanky, but over the course of his season away muscle had started to pad his frame.

He leaned upwards and pulled his shirt over the back of his head, tossing it to the side and leaning up to kiss the underside of your jaw, mouth leaving a wet trail down your neck to your collarbone. His body felt hot against yours and he slid both his hands up your legs to your waist. You fumbled, hands shaking, with the button and the zipper on his shorts, finally springing them open and yanking them down, tossing them playfully at him. He smiled and propped himself up on his elbows to watch you as you kissed the base of his throat, and made you way down his upper body. You glanced up and leaned down, leaving a wet open mouth kiss on his abdomen, never breaking eye contact as you pulled the waistband of his boxers down agonizingly slow.

“Jesus.” He said throwing his head back against the floor of the cargo hold with a soft thump. You pulled them off, over his legs and tossed them in the front seat, making a mental note of where they landed so Darcy didn’t find them later.

“My turn.” He said snapping the band of your thong. You glanced down.

“How are you gonna get those off? You can’t sit up.”

He looked around and frowned “Fuck.” He let his head fall backwards and his hands fell to his sides “I hate this car. You do it. But do it really slow.”

You rolled your eyes and pulled yourself up and slid them slowly down your legs till they were at your knees and looked up.

He was staring at them, lips pursed, eyes squinted for several seconds before he looked up at your face “Just you wait till I get us to a bed.”

A soft laugh escaped your lips as you wiggled them off and made your way back up.

The windows in Darcy’s SUV had started to fog up and you were glad she’d parked so far from the house because the amount of movement the car would be doing in a few minutes would be a dead giveaway as to what was happening inside.

A shiver went from your neck to your lady parts as you swung a leg over him, positioning yourself over him, You took a deep breath, pushing up on your knees before sinking down on him. The sensation of him inside you made your stomach flip sideways and stars explode across your vision for a split second. Your head fell backwards, hair spilling down your back as you braced a hand on the window. You let out a gasp, eyes closing and head falling forward as you lifted yourself up and did it again, going deeper this time. His eyes were closed, fingers gripping the skin on your hips tightly. You began to move up and down, the stretching sensation between your legs was almost overwhelming as you moved slowly. You placed a hand on his lower stomach to steady yourself and he opened his eyes to look up at you as you rocked your hips forward, the other hand braced on the window.

It was a long slow drag of friction that was almost overwhelming. The burn in your abdomen was unbearable, heat pooling in between your legs as you moved up and down. A thin sheen of sweat had appeared on his chest and your back as the air inside the car became thick and heavy, cold and hot, and your breath could be seen with every movement. Your legs and arms felt heavy, but you weren’t done yet.

“Tired?” He asked, sitting up slightly to palm your lower back.

You nodded and leaned forward on him, using the close proximity to thread your fingers through his hair and tip his head up to kiss you. He put a hand on either side of your waist and pulled you up and then back down, his own hips moving up to meet yours.

You let out a low moan as he did it again, hitting a new even deeper angle than before, digging your nails into the skin on the back of his neck. He moved his mouth across your chest, lips pressing lightly against your sternum as he helped you move up and down his length faster. Your breath caught in your throat as he pulled your face down to his “Look at me.” He breathed as your orgasm hit you full force, you let out a strangled cry and your eyes slid closed, breath coming out in gasps.

You were spent, exhausted, and overheated, vision fuzzy as you leaned forward forehead resting on his shoulder. You could feel his heart beating and let out a long breath, looking up at him. He was smiling and reached a hand out to grip the side of your face, thumb stroking across your cheek.

“I told you I was gonna fuck you stupid.”

Your mouth fell open and you slapped his chest, kissing him on the cheek and easing off him. He reached into the front, grabbed the clothing and you both awkwardly got dressed in the small confines of the car without speaking. He got out first, glanced around and extended a hand for you to get out as well.

“I should find Darcy.” You said straightening your shorts out and smoothing your shirt.

He nodded and leaned against the side of Darcy’s car “What are you doing later?”

You pulled your phone out and checked the time “It’s 12:30.”

“And?” He said staring at you blankly.

“Nothing I guess. Why?”

“Come over.” He said with a smile.

“To do what?”

He just smiled and kissed your cheek before turning and making his way towards where his car was parked some feet away.

“Hey!” You called “Did you just come here to hook up with me and then leave.”

He smiled and shrugged “I’ll never tell. See you later.” He called as he disappeared into the darkness. You watched him leave, turning in time to see Darcy making her way over.

“There you are. Did you and him talk things out?”

“Oh. Yeah you could say that.” You trailed off.

“Have you been here at my car this whole time?” She was frowning as she watched his car pull out of the driveway and make its way down the street.

“Mhmm. So about your car…” you said clearing your throat, looking at her with a guilty expression.

Her frown disappeared and she looked at her suspiciously “You didn’t.”

“Oh we did.”

“Yeah right.” She said waving you off with a small laugh. When you didn’t say anything her smile faded “Your kidding. No? Not kidding.”

You shook your head and held back a giggle as her mouth fell open “Are you fucking kidding me? You climbed that tree? IN MY CAR?” She peered in the back to see the seats folded and her blanket spread across the cargo hold.

You blew out a long breath that ended in a laugh “After we skinny dipped.”

She gasped and clutched her heart, gripping your arm “This is the best day of my life. Is it everything I think it was? Did it live up to the dirty talk?”

“It did. Good call on that blanket by the way.”

“That’s my girl! Up top!” She grabbed your hand and slapped her own with it she grabbed your face and kissed you on the cheek. She swung an arm over your shoulder and reached in her pocket, pulling out the half smoked joint and waggled her eyebrows.

“Round two?”

[gilbertscurls]

It would take place in a setting where the triplets are together (their bday, a party, or even at their house) and reader would be either chris or matt’s gf but then also there is nicks bf, or the others ones gf. Idk if it’s just me but I feel like the reader is always just with one of them and then the other two triplets are there but we don’t see the gf’s (or nick’s bf) ever interacting. Idk if that made sense tbh

hope you like it!! <33

three's a party — sturniolo triplets

The Sturniolo triplets’ house was alive with music, laughter, and the faint smell of birthday cake. The living room was decked out with balloons—blue, black, and silver scattered across the floor—and a “Happy Birthday” banner hung crookedly across the mantle.

Y/N, Olivia, and Jake were huddled in the kitchen, each clutching plastic cups of soda as they surveyed the chaos unfolding in the main room.

“Okay, I love them, but they are so bad at hosting parties,” Olivia said, sipping her drink.

Jake snorted. “Chris has been talking to the same guy about sneakers for thirty minutes, Nick disappeared somewhere upstairs, and Matt—”

“Is stress-eating chips in the corner,” Y/N finished, pointing across the room where Matt was leaning against the wall with a party-size bag of Doritos, looking mildly overwhelmed.

The three of them burst into laughter before Y/N nudged Olivia’s shoulder. “Should we, like… intervene? Help them with their own party?”

Olivia shrugged. “Or we could just sit back, drink our sodas, and watch the chaos unfold. Like, free entertainment, honestly.”

Jake nodded, raising his cup. “To the most disorganized birthday party of all time.”

They clinked their plastic cups together before a loud voice cut through the noise.

“Y/N! Jake! Olivia!”

Chris appeared, slightly out of breath, dragging Matt and Nick behind him. Matt still had the Doritos in hand, and Nick was holding a party hat over his face like a mask.

“You three are criminally hiding in the kitchen while we suffer out there,” Chris said dramatically, waving an arm toward the crowded living room.

“We’re just letting you shine on your special day, Chris,” Jake said sweetly, batting his lashes.

Nick peeked out from behind the party hat. “Nope, you’re coming with us. Dance floor. Now.”

The six of them had somehow taken over the little makeshift dance floor. Someone had queued up an early 2000s throwback playlist, and chaos was the only way to describe what was happening.

Jake and Nick were in the middle of a dance-off, both pulling out the worst—and most impressive—dad dance moves anyone had ever seen. Chris and Olivia were scream-singing the chorus of “Mr. Brightside” into invisible microphones. Matt had pulled Y/N into an awkward slow dance, despite the upbeat tempo of the song.

“Matt, this is not a slow song,” Y/N said, laughing as he spun her in an exaggerated circle.

“Every song can be a slow song if you believe hard enough,” Matt replied, a small grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Meanwhile, Olivia grabbed Jake’s hand and dramatically dipped him backward, almost causing both of them to collapse to the floor.

“Okay, okay, time out!” Nick shouted, waving his arms. “We’re gonna break something—and by something, I mean Jake’s spine.”

The triplets sat at the dining table in front of their birthday cake, three candles glowing softly in the dimmed light. Y/N, Olivia, and Jake stood behind them like proud parents at a kindergarten recital.

“Make a wish!” Olivia said, clapping her hands together.

Chris squinted at the cake. “Are we supposed to make three wishes? Or one collective triplet wish?”

Nick shrugged. “Let’s each pick one. I call dibs on the first wish.”

Matt sighed. “Why do you always get the first wish?”

“You didn’t call dibs fast enough, buddy,” Nick said with a shrug.

After an unnecessarily long argument about wish etiquette (and Jake nearly blowing out the candles himself just to end the chaos), the triplets finally leaned forward and blew out the candles together.

Y/N grabbed a knife. “Alright, who wants the first slice?”

Chris opened his mouth to volunteer, but Jake snatched the knife from Y/N with a gasp.

“Wait, we have to do the thing!”

“What thing?” Olivia asked, raising a brow.

“The thing where you feed your significant other cake all cute-like.” Jake winked dramatically at Nick, who immediately started laughing.

“Oh my God,” Matt muttered, covering his face with one hand.

But the three couples obliged, with Jake smearing frosting on Nick’s nose, Olivia delicately feeding Chris a bite, and Y/N holding out a forkful of cake for Matt—only for him to lean forward and eat it straight off the fork without breaking eye contact.

“Romance is alive,” Chris said dryly, clapping sarcastically.

The party had dwindled down, most guests had left, and the house was a mess of streamers, empty cups, and forgotten party hats. The six of them were sprawled across the couch and armchairs, half-asleep but content.

“Successful birthday party?” Y/N asked softly, her head resting on Matt’s shoulder.

“Messy, loud, chaotic… yeah, I’d say it was perfect,” Chris said, his head thrown back against the couch. Olivia was curled up beside him, her eyes half-closed.

Jake was draped across Nick like a weighted blanket, mumbling something incoherent about being too tired to move.

Nick yawned and stretched an arm out. “Best party ever, honestly. Mostly because of you three.”

Y/N, Olivia, and Jake exchanged tired smiles.

“Happy birthday, guys,” Y/N said softly.

“Yeah, happy birthday, triplets,” Jake echoed.

Chris, Nick, and Matt all murmured their thanks before falling into a comfortable silence.

The living room was messy, the cake was mostly gone, and the playlist was still quietly playing in the background. But in that little bubble of warmth and friendship, everything felt perfect.

tag list: @stuwniolo, @sturnobsessedwh0re, @matts-myloverboy, @imjusthereforthesturniolosmut, @lizzymacdonald06, @asherrisrandom, @sturniolowhore69, @faith5drpepper, @emely9274, @psychologyloverfr, @lovetaylorrussellgrr, @conspiracy-ash, @helpimateenagerinlove, @ghostlythinggoingaround, @sturmatt, @chris-hallelujah, @goingtojohnkramershouseee, @wurlibydominicfike, @straw8berry, @shadowthesim, @courta13

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not alone - spencer reid જ⁀➴ᡣ𐭩

requests are always open <3

spencer reid x lonely!reader

summary: reader is a university student and hits up bars as a product of feeling isolated/blown off from their friends. but this time they meet a very peculiar person who they spend the night with

a/n: okay don't judge this i'm not the best at writing smut this could be really bad

warnings: 18+, oral (f receiving), p in the v, not overly graphic but its still there yk

❤️‍🔥smut

Here you were again stumbling into another bar. It now seemed like a weekly occurence, which seemed a little sad. I mean if you told someone you end up in a bar at least once a week they'd think you'd have some serious drinking issues, or you were depressed, or both. These vists to bars where mainly fuelled by your friends, they were either busy studying or with their boyfriends, sometimes even leaving days to go back home when college got a bit much. So as you seated yourself at the bar you had the usual expectation of how this night was going to go, a drink and people watching probably and sulking, yeah definitely sulking.

You see the usuals at the bar. A family man slumped over his drink morosely, groups of girlfriends getting drinks and celebrating, asshole men hitting on women, two co workers drinking and laughing. Watching these people made your heart ache a little. How you so desperately wished for a little human connection right now. Any connection would do you wouldn't care, a friend, a stranger, even idle talk with bartender. You even wouldn't mind a little bit of physical connection. Your eyes scan the bar until the landed on him. This guy who sat alone sipping on a drink thoughtfully, he looked meek almost. You could tell he was the kind of guy who'd get bossed around alot by women, especially if they give him a bit of attention. So with a hesitant push to stand up you make your way over to him.

"Hi. You mind if I sit?" you question. You see his face properly for the first time.He was young, shockingly younger than you thought with big round brown eyes and soft pink lips. Why, he's got to be around your age maybe 24? 25?.

"Uh no, no I don't mind, don't mind at all." he stutters. You can see the flustered look on his face obviously indicative that he dosen't get approached alot.

"So whats your name"

"Spencer Reid. I-uhm whats your's?"

"Y/n. So what college do you go to?" you inquire. Maybe this could be your chance to befriend someone to lean on when your friends unsurprisingly blow you off once again.

"College? No I don't go to college, I uhm work for the BAU full time at the FBI." he states. Well that shocked you a bit. This young, lanky looking guy who looked like he couldn't lift anything heavier than a chair was in the FBI? You have got to be joking.

"Don't you have to have a degree for that? And your like what? 24? 25? Degrees take a long time so I'm not understanding how that lines up. Unless your a genius or something."

"I have an iq of 187, an eidetic memory and can read 20,000 words per minute" he rambles, but he notices you shoot him a 'get to the point look'. "Yes I am a genius. And to answer your question yes you need a degree, sometimes even a PHD or a B.A."

You look at him baffled, you could've deducted he was smart from his nerd get up but this smart? Wow how were you supposed to keep up?

"Wait so how old are you?" you inquire

"24"

"Oh same" you say which brings a smile to his face. A very sweet handsome smile. Oh my god are you seriously rambling about some genius you met in a bar less then 10 minutes ago?

"So whats you degree in?" You ask

"Well i have multiple degrees. I have 3 PhD's in chemistry, math and engineering and I have two B.A's in psychology and sociology. So I'm assuming you're a uni student whats your degree in? "

"History."

"Oh yeah?" he says intrigued

"Yeah." you echo like a prayer. This Spencer guy was clearly flustering you a tad and massively impressing you.

So it was even more of a shock to the system when you are clumsily unlocking your apartment dorm with his arms wrapped around you from behind sucking on your neck. The two of you still tipsy crash your lips into one anothers as soon as the door closes. You didn't have a lot of time to think but you could tell where this was going. Now Spencer is a attractive genius you met at a bar 2 hours ago, how well is he going to go during sex? The horrifying thought of him being a virgin crosses your mind as well. You wouldn't usually take a chance on a guy like Spencer but you were lonely and now well a little needy. By the time you two are stumbling into your bedroom practically glued to each other you've accepted Spencer may not satisfy you at all. You were kind of okay with that. At least you were with someone and not sulking alone in your room which you usually do at this hour.

You sit back on the beg tugging on his tie signalling for him to come with you.

"Have you had sex before?" you breathe into his lips. He laughs softly. Why was he laughing? Was he nervous? Did he think your ridiculous for asking such a question?

"Yes I have. Why don't think I can satisfy you baby?" The term of endearment flusters you once again. 'I can't believe you are getting so nervous around a guy who probably plays crosswords in his free time' you say mentally scolding yourself.

You spend so much time talking to yourself in your head you don't even notice the lower half of you is naked and he's eating you out like a man starved eliciting little moans from you. Oh so he's good. You were a little annoyed about his awkwardness falsely led you to thinking he would suck. But you were so wrong. You can't even focus on the pleasure he's giving you because your just thinking about him. How.. No, no not perfect he is. Okay well maybe he's a little perfect. No hookup had ever treated you so gently before. His hand's cradled the backs of his thighs tracing little comforting patterns. You had to admit it gave you a little whiplash. Here he was being all gentle and soothing while his head was practically smooshed into the junction of your thighs. Your hand combs through his mousy hair tugging at the strands. No hookup had ever even bothered on foreplay ever, or was so generous. Your general conclusions about hookups is that 80% of the time it was more about them than you. But, it seems Spencer Reid was an anomaly. When you feel the familiar feeling of warmth and tingles wash over you he kisses your legs softly.

"Your being so good for me." he mumbles more to himself then you and you smile at his praise. He positions himself over you ridding himself of his clothes and the rest of yours between kisses.

"Seems like I got you all smiley huh sweetheart" he teases which earns him a nod and he chuckles leaning into give you a gentle kiss. The way he made you feel when he was inside you was like heaven on earth. Not only did he make you feel physically good, but he made you feel good about yourself. Confident, safe, perhaps even a little loved?

"Yeah that's it. Your being so good for me angel. There we go. Feels good huh? Better than you expected?" he murmurs gently. You roll your eyes at his little surge of confidence but nod a little as your hands tangle together.

"You're so beautiful" you blurt starry eyed before whining.

"Thank you, I should be saying that to you, you know but looks like you beat me to it." he laughs. Before you knew it that wave crashed over you again a little harder this time leading to you moaning his name a little louder than you would've liked. His movements sped up, he himself whining and groaning loudly before squeaking. His release leaking into the latex sheath. You were right about one thing he was a little submissive after all. He slowly guides himself out with a soft pop, discarding the now sticky latex and pulling his boxers on. You try to sit up but his hand guides you to gently lay back down.

"Stay there, let me go get something to clean you up angel. It's the least I can do for you." he whispers pressing a kiss to your cheek before wandering off to the bathroom. You lay there and sticky satisfied mess. Without Spencer you felt a little cold and empty, but he made you feel more at ease and safer then you'd ever felt before which astounded you. He comes back with a warm wet cloth wiping down your intimate areas and sweat all while murmuring sweet words of praise and compliments.

"Do you want to stay here tonight?" you mumble quietly.

"Yeah if that's okay with you my apartments a little far from here. Just.. if I leave before you wake up I'm sorry but my work's pretty demanding. "

"No thats all good." you say as he pulls you to settle in his arms.

"Thank you" he whispers into your hair.

"For what?"

"For letting me see you like that." you smile at his sickenly sweet sentence. 'Is this guy real?' You think to yourself as you drifted into sleep enveloped by his arms.

The next morning your bed's empty but your not too torn up about it because Spencer warned you the night before. You sigh rubbing your face as you sit up and spot a note on your bedside table.

"Y/n I'm sorry that I had to leave I got called in on a case. I really enjoyed what we did last night and again I want to thank you. In fact, I liked it so much I wanna see you again. Maybe this time with a little more clothes on so we can get to know each other a bit better. Anyways heres my number and I hope we can get coffee or something along those lines its really your choice . But hopefully sometime soon :)" - Spencer

You smile at the note giddily. Maybe this was the start of something great?

[bunnyinvanilla]

hey my lovely, you’ve been feeding us lately and I have another request for you, john picking reader up from college and seeing some silly frat boy try and pick her up, hugeee pda to scare off any college boys

ughhhh oh gosh i neeeeed this sb every new request from you becomes my fav one but this one is such a guilty pleasure im in love with this scenario ૮꒰ ྀི⸝⸝⸝>_< ྀི⸝⸝⸝꒱ა big buff scary daddy that scares college boys away oh my gosh im blushinggg

🐰| sugar daddy!price x sugar baby fem!reader, laaarge age gap, john is in his 40s & reader is 21, pda!! pda!!

you looked at the text from sugar daddy!john saying he was coming to pick you up and he’d be there in a few minutes, heavens forbid his pretty little girl took the bus when she had a personal driver ! ૮(˶˃ᆺ˂˶)

you’d already said farewell to your girl friends, and were waiting all dolled up and cutely down the large college’s outdoor staircase, bag pack cutely stuffed up on your shoulder, your eyes flicked to the road as you anticipated john’s arrival, until someone sidled over, next to you.

”hey sweet face, you waiting for someone?”

you turned towards him and blinked, unimpressed by his words, your sweet features narrowing into a confused expression — you didnt know him, but you recognized the stance, the backwards hat and that easy grin that pattered every frat boy’s face.

“do you need a ride? can take you anywhere you need to go, baby girl, my car’s right there”

he tilted his head towards the college parking lot and you smiled politely, but your brows were frowned, and you mentally cringed a little bit — gosh, how could girls your age find boys his age attractive?

“no thank you, im actually waiting for someone,” you replied kindly, not having it in you to be straightforwardly blunt, “thank you though, I-“

“but you’re here waiting all alone, feel bad gorgeous,” he flashed you a grin, and you only shook your head, finding him almost entertaining — they all had the same look, the same behavior that exuded the desire to impress, thinking any girl would automatically like them.

“come on, just call them and tell them you’re being picked up,” his attempts, while harmless, aren't quite hitting the mark, he clearly cant read a girl’s body language, and you almost offered to teach him how to really act with a lady if he wanted to impress one,

“my daddy’s almost here, sorry” you squeezed your shoulders cutely together, hoping he’d get the idea and catch on your disinterest, but he was undeterred, didn’t seem bothered the slightest,

“well, then tell your father I’ll get you home safe and sound,” his voice trailed off, eyes slowly turning up to stare at something behind you, but you didn’t have time to turn,

you felt an arm wrapping around your lower back, and a large, warm hand tugged you by the hip, drawing you back against a hard, solid chest — the strong scent of tobacco and whiskey tickled your memory, and you looked upwards, finding John, standing right beside you, pressing you against him.

“hey, doll” he squeezed your hip in a silent greeting, eyes solely focused on the guy who’d been speaking to you — there was no menace behind them, only a serious, intimidating gaze that would’ve had anyone back down “m’ here, ready to go?” you felt your whole body turn into flames, cheeks completely red and bright, a rush of shyness making your heartbeat increase — you were in public, outdoors, and no one knew about your relationship.

you opened your mouth to say something, but he only pulled you closer to him, turning you towards him to face him, and lowered his head, crashing his mouth against yours to plant a heavy, demanding kiss on your lips — his kiss was rough, steady, and even though you were the physical one, always eager to display love and affection physically, even in public, you were completely surprised by his action, taken aback.

when he pulled back, he straightened his back, subtly changing his posture — broad shoulders, squared and straight, head held high, arrogantly, exuding unwavering, quiet confidence.

he looked so scary, all buff, muscular and bulk, with his huge, tall body and thick, dark, graying beard — he looked like the most attractive dilf you’d ever see around, a mountain bear that screamed adulthood in the most authoritative way.

oh gosh, and he’d just kissed you in front of that boy, nonchalantly, like he absolutely did not mind about scaring him off.

“aight, give me that,” he gently took your backpack from your shoulder, throwing it over his, all flowery and with tiny keychains jingling at the motion. “let’s go sweetheart,”

you, standing with your heart beating fast, only turned towards that guy — poor him, he looked scared, shoulders low and grin gone, the sight of john must’ve reminded him what real adults looked like.

“uhm, bye then,” you waved at him, giving him an apologetic smile, and tucked your arm around john’s bicep, walking next to him towards his car. his car — that vintage, old fashioned looking car, some students watched from afar as he opened the passenger door for you, letting you sit down before strolling confidently around the car and getting into the driver side.

you sat there, like a little, shy, blushing, hands tucked on your lap, playing with the sleeves of your shirt, “can we put music on, sir?”

“im your personal driver, bunny, do as you please”

you bit down a little smile that formed on you lips, still shy and timid, but turned towards him and leaned closer, planting a soft, loud kiss on his mustache, like you always did

“thank you, daddy”

“you should thank me I didn’t scare that kid off with my rifle, doll, I put men in jail, can’t end up in one”

[paladin--strait]

family skate - luke hughes

here's the oneshot from the poll! hope you all enjoy! 🫶

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it felt like a scene from a movie, but in the best possible way. luke and i were standing at the edge of an outdoor stadium, the cool winter air biting at my cheeks, but somehow it felt perfect. we were in new jersey and the entire field had been transformed. a full hockey rink sat in the middle of the football field, with the bright stadium lights casting an almost surreal glow over the ice.

there were no fans, no cameras, just the team, their families, and a few close friends, all out here to skate before the big stadium series game tomorrow. it was intimate, private, and it felt like we were part of something special.

i could feel the excitement buzzing in luke beside me as we walked through the halls and made our way toward the rink. the lights above cast long shadows on the ice, and i could hear the faint sound of skates cutting through the frozen surface, mixed with the occasional laughter and shouts from the players and their families.

it was a completely different vibe than a normal game night. there was no pressure, no crowd to impress, just the team having fun before the real action started.

luke’s hand was warm in mine as we walked closer to the ice, and i could tell he was in his element. even though he was always calm, always collected, i could see how much this kind of moment meant to him. it was a break from the madness, a chance to just be himself with the people who mattered.

“you ready for this?” luke asked, glancing down at me with a soft smile, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

“definitely,” i said, squeezing his hand. “this is so cool.”

we reached the rink, and it was incredible. big enough for the team to practice or skate around, but still small enough that it felt like we were in our own little bubble, isolated from the world. the ice glistened under the lights, and i could see the other guys skating around, already warming up.

there were no fans, no cameras snapping photos, it was just them, their families, and the people closest to them. it was as if they were in a world of their own, and i was lucky enough to be a part of it.

luke led me toward the ice where a few players were already skating around, taking laps and chatting. the air smelled like fresh snow, and the sound of skates slicing through the ice was oddly soothing. as we approached, a few of his teammates noticed us and waved over. jack hughes, his brother, was the first to spot us.

“hey! there she is,” jack called, skating over with that mischievous grin of his. “the girl that's got my brother smiling more than i’ve ever seen.”

“don’t listen to him,” luke said, rolling his eyes but clearly amused. “he’s just trying to make me look soft.”

jack smirked but turned to me with a friendly grin. “it’s okay, we all know he’s whipped.”

i laughed, feeling my cheeks warm a little. “you guys don’t waste any time, huh?”

“nah,” jack said, shaking his head like it was the most normal thing in the world. “we just like to mess with him. but seriously, nice to finally meet you.”

“you too!” i said, smiling back with a wave.

jack skated off, giving luke a playful shove as he passed. luke just shook his head, but i could tell he was enjoying himself. it was clear these guys were all close, their teasing and jokes so natural and effortless.

it made me feel like i was seeing a side of luke that wasn’t just the guy on the ice for the devils. here, he was just another guy messing around with his teammates, and i loved it.

as we made our way further onto the ice, luke grinned at me, like he was genuinely excited to have me join in. we skated a few laps together, and even though i wasn’t the best skater, i felt comfortable just being out there with him. it didn’t matter if i stumbled or wobbled on the ice, luke was right there to catch me every time. he made it look so effortless, gliding across the ice with that natural flow of his, but to me, it felt magical, like he was doing something special just for me.

“you okay?” luke asked, skating backward in front of me, his arms out to steady me as i tried to keep up.

“yeah, just trying not to fall on my ass...” i laughed, feeling a little clumsy.

“you’re doing great,” he said, his voice warm, making me feel a little more confident with each step.

we skated together for a while, looping around the rink, taking in the quiet of the night. it was amazing how peaceful it felt out here. no crowds, no noise, just the sound of our skates on the ice and the occasional laugh from one of the other players.

i loved the way luke’s face lit up when he was skating, how focused and relaxed he looked at the same time. it made me feel like i was seeing him in his element, but not the athlete that everyone else saw, the serious guy in front of thousands of fans. here he was just my boyfriend, enjoying a night on the ice with the people he cared about.

after a while, we slowed down and skated over to the edge of the rink, where some of the other players were taking a break. i felt a little nervous meeting more of his teammates, but luke was right there, making me feel like i belonged.

“this is so much fun,” i said, resting my hand on his arm as we sat on the boards.

“i’m glad you’re enjoying it,” luke said, leaning in to kiss my cheek. “this is one of my favorite things we do before a big game. no pressure, no fans, just the guys and their families.”

“i can see why,” i said, smiling up at him. “it’s nice to see you all just...being yourselves.”

“yeah, it’s good to take a break before the big day,” he said, glancing around at his teammates, who were chatting and laughing. “it’s not all about the game. it’s about moments like this.”

i leaned into him, feeling the cold air on my face but wrapped in the warmth of him next to me. the ice gleamed under the lights, and it felt like the perfect little pocket of time. just us and his teammates, no distractions, no expectations. the world outside the stadium didn’t exist for a little while, and i could see how much it meant to him to have these moments.

as the night went on, we skated a few more laps, and with each one, i felt more and more at ease. it wasn’t just about the game or the players, it was about the quiet moments between the chaos, about getting to know him and his teammates in a way i hadn’t before.

“you ready for tomorrow?” i asked, looking up at him as the night wound down.

“always,” luke said with a grin. “but tonight? i’m just happy you’re here.”

“me too,” i whispered back, leaning into him. the night was perfect, and no matter what happened tomorrow or the day after, nothing could take away this moment, this night with him, in this quiet, magical space, just us and his world.

[aventurineswife]

may I humbly request Aventurine with a reader who gets really easily scared by loud noises, yk like fireworks, lightning, doors slamming, balloons popping, etc? only if ur comfortable with it ofc!! also I love ur fanfics, hc's, whatever you wanna call them, HOW DO YOU WRITE SO WELL ;-;

Through Thunder and Silence

Summary: During a fierce thunderstorm, you seek refuge from the loud, chaotic noises that trigger your anxiety. Aventurine creates a game to distract you from your fear. As the two of you engage in a card game, you begin to uncover a deeper connection, with Aventurine revealing some of his own vulnerabilities along the way. Amid the storm’s fury, you find solace not only in his presence but in the unspoken understanding between you.

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Fluff, Comfort, Anxiety, Storm, Card Game, Emotional Vulnerability, Protective Aventurine, Slow Burn, Soft Aventurine.

Warnings: Mild Anxiety and Fear-related Themes (loud noises, thunderstorm), Emotional Vulnerability.

A/N: HEHEHE THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR KIND WORDS!! 🤭 I ACTUALLY HAVE POSTED ABOUT SOME WRITING TIPS IN MY ACC, YOU CAN CHECK IT OUT IF YOU'D LIKE! ;) HOPE YOU LIKE THIS!!🫶💖

The first crack of thunder tore through the sky like a gavel slamming down in a court of chaos. You flinched, instinctively curling into yourself as the storm outside began its deafening tirade. The grandiose room you shared with Aventurine, normally a sanctuary of quiet opulence, seemed to shrink under the sound’s oppressive weight.

A warm chuckle broke the tension, pulling your attention toward the man lounging across from you. Aventurine leaned back in his chair, legs crossed, swirling a glass of amber liquid with the kind of nonchalance that only he could muster.

“Well, well,” he teased, his voice smooth like a hand brushing velvet. “I didn’t think the storm would make such an impression. Should I offer it a seat at the table?”

You tried to smile, but another clap of thunder jolted you upright. Your breath hitched, and before you could stop yourself, you muttered, “I hate this…”

Aventurine’s eyes—unsettlingly beautiful—softened ever so slightly. He placed his glass down with deliberate care, the faint clink barely audible over the storm’s roar.

“Come here,” he said, motioning toward the plush couch near the fireplace. His tone, though playful as always, carried an undercurrent of sincerity.

You hesitated. “It’s just... the noise. It’s stupid, I know—”

“Stupid?” He stood, his movements fluid, almost predatory, as he closed the distance between you. “Do you think fear is stupid, my dear? No, fear is the cornerstone of survival. A finely tuned warning system. Even I—” He gestured grandly to himself, his voice tinged with dramatic flair. “—have my weaknesses.”

You gave him a dubious look, to which he smirked. “Ah, but I didn’t say I’d share them. That would spoil the fun.”

Before you could respond, another thunderclap struck, louder this time. You tensed, hands flying to cover your ears.

In an instant, Aventurine’s expression shifted. The facade cracked just enough for you to glimpse something raw, something unguarded. He stepped closer, his usual bravado tempered by an unfamiliar gentleness.

“Sit,” he said, his voice softer now, almost coaxing. You let him guide you to the couch, where the fire’s warmth began to thaw the icy grip of your nerves.

Without a word, he slipped off his overcoat and draped it around your shoulders. It was heavier than you expected, carrying the faint scent of sandalwood and the sea—comforting in a way you couldn’t quite describe.

“Better?” he asked, his tone light but his gaze sharp, studying you like a puzzle he intended to solve.

You nodded, pulling the coat tighter around yourself. “A little.”

“Good. Now, a game.” He snapped his fingers, and from seemingly nowhere, produced a deck of cards. “Nothing distracts the mind like a well-played hand of chance.”

You raised an eyebrow. “A card game? During a storm?”

“Precisely.” He shuffled the deck with practiced elegance, the cards a blur between his fingers. “But here’s the twist: for every hand I win, you have to answer a question. Truthfully.”

“And if I win?”

Aventurine’s grin widened, sharp and dazzling. “Then I answer one of yours. A fair wager, wouldn’t you say?”

It was impossible to say no to him, and maybe that was part of his charm—or his danger. You nodded, reaching for the cards he dealt.

The first hand was simple, a warm-up. Aventurine won, as you’d expected. “What frightens you most about the storm?” he asked, leaning forward, his chin resting on his interlaced fingers.

You hesitated, the words caught in your throat. “The unpredictability,” you admitted finally. “It’s too loud, too sudden. It feels... out of control.”

Aventurine hummed thoughtfully, his eyes narrowing as if he’d just unlocked a new layer of your psyche.

The next hand, however, was yours. His surprise was brief, replaced quickly by a good-natured laugh. “Ah, a clever play! What’s your question, then?”

“What’s your biggest fear?” you asked before you could overthink it.

The room seemed to still, the storm outside momentarily forgotten. Aventurine’s smile didn’t falter, but his eyes grew distant, shadowed.

“Ah, a bold question,” he said finally, tapping a card against his chin. “But a deal’s a deal, isn’t it?” He leaned back, his gaze fixed on the fire. “Losing everything. Again.”

The simplicity of his answer stunned you, and the weight of it lingered between you as another roll of thunder rumbled through the room.

This time, though, you didn’t flinch.

Aventurine noticed. His smile returned, softer now, almost imperceptible. “See? The game works wonders.”

As the night wore on, the storm continued its relentless symphony, but it didn’t feel as oppressive anymore. With Aventurine’s voice weaving tales and laughter between the cracks of thunder, the noise became background—less a threat, more a reminder that you weren’t alone.

And perhaps, in his own way, Aventurine wasn’t either.

[dedfly]

Hii! I was wondering if I could request headcanons for Shadow milk cookie x reader? Just about how he would act when he realizes he loves you and how his actions and stuff changes when he starts to have a crush on you? <3

I can't believe i writing again. Requests are still closed(only writing related ones i still prefer drawing stuff.), I just couldn't help myself with this one. New trailer made me all nostalgic

Disclaimer:

This is about Shadow Milk, if we talking real people here rember if someone loves you they would not play mind games. They are not cookies of deciet, it's not their quirky trait. Your partner or friend should be clear with you from the start

Remember there always would be people who loves you. And you always deserve better

Cw: Mentiones of gaslighting

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Shadow Milk cookie x reader

♪ Can't say it would be long realisation. Maybe few days not the love from first sight but not the slow burn you know?

♪ But it surely would be "Oh yeah... This one" with creepy ass smile

♪ Alright, let's go and look past his thick hair right into his messed up head.

♪ We still would see the same pragmatic cookie just this time all his schemes about making...no, actually

♪ He would not try and get out of his way to make you fall in love with him.

♪ Why would he? It's inevitable.

♪ All his "little" courtship focused on one simple thing - leaving an impression

♪ You will rember him and what's is most important

♪ All your little partners didn't bring you as much effort as he did

♪ And by efforts I mean focusing all his attention on you

♪ Making you speak more than he usually let anyone

♪ Doing his sweet voice while he speaking to you

♪ Gifting you flowers some flashy gifts with ribbons, but nothing too resembling of him...yet

♪ But I don't think he would change drastically it's still him. He would be lying and deciving feeding you with half truths just like everyone

♪ It's in his nature, really

♪ His flirting is fleeting with you. Blink and you miss it

♪You can say but he's a total flirt with Wind Archer and Pure Vanilla why not me?

♪ Well it's me who writing this okay? I think he just being annoying to them on purpose. It's not actual flirt he would use in a serious courtship

♪ Just kidding, he would act differently just to look how far your boundaries stretches

♪ I mean he's also a performer which is making it way worse

♪ He so dramatic and his courtship, he's too reminiscent of a bird

♪ You will notice his act in no time. His attitude to you would be special that's for sure

♪ You might think uh aren't you just contradict yourself? No why would I? :)

♪ His actions still making you doubt his intentions

♪ WORSE of all he would not be reassuring in a traditional way so it not helping. He's still vague about his true intentions

♪ Not in a tsundere way more like a "Me? Flirting with you? Hm... How odd. You sure my gesture of gratitude isn't messing with your head?" "What? Do YOU want it to be something more?" And more of the "Are you sure? I don't recall that"

♪ Oh yeah and it's all in a lovey dovey period... Don't think he would be the one confessing first.

♪ His attitude would draw you insane that's for sure

"Ah? Asking me out on a date??? Hm... Tsk tsk tsk. Took you long enough."

♪ His mask would quickly fall off as soon as you get in a relationship tho.

♪ You will choke on his love in the best way possible

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Okay I'm not surprised thr only cookie who made me want to sit down and write this there Shadow Milk

[kathlare]

tension on the field

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: In a charity football match at Wembley, Lando faces unexpected tension when he encounters Rodrigo, Amelie's ex.

Wordcount: 1.5 k

Warnings: none

full masterlist // request over here!

June 2nd, 2024 - London, United Kingdom

The warm June sun was casting a golden glow over Wembley Stadium as Lando arrived at the PlayStation Cup match. A private event that brought together influencers, athletes, and celebrities for a charity football game, it was the perfect blend of competition and fun. Lando had always enjoyed football—it was one of the few sports he played just for the love of it, rather than the pressure to perform. Today, though, he wasn’t just here to show off his skills. He wanted to represent himself well, to keep proving that he was more than just the boy who drove fast cars.

The stadium echoed with the sound of players chatting and laughing as Lando stepped onto the pristine pitch. It felt surreal to be at Wembley, even without the roaring crowd. He adjusted the white captain's armband PlayStation had handed him and scanned the field. A mix of famous faces mingled, some already warming up with the ball. He spotted a few people he recognized—streamers he’d gamed with, actors he admired, even some fellow athletes.

But his casual smile faltered when his eyes landed on Rodrigo Riquelme.

Rodrigo was standing near the center circle, juggling a football with effortless precision. His sharp features were illuminated by the sunlight, his confidence evident in the way he moved. Lando’s stomach twisted uncomfortably as recognition hit him. Rodrigo wasn’t just another footballer—he was him. Amelie’s ex.

Lando hadn’t known Rodrigo would be here. Nobody had mentioned it when he’d agreed to come. The irritation bubbled beneath the surface as he watched Rodrigo glance up and meet his gaze. The footballer’s smirk was immediate, like he knew exactly what Lando was thinking.

Forcing himself to stay calm, Lando gave a small nod in acknowledgment before looking away. He wasn’t going to let Rodrigo get under his skin. Not here. Not now.

As the event organizer called everyone together to go over the match rules, Lando found himself grouped with a mix of players. Rodrigo, of course, ended up on the opposing team. Lando could feel his stare from across the field, a constant, heavy presence. He tried to focus on the game instead.

But Rodrigo made it impossible.

From the very first whistle, it was clear Rodrigo was out to make a point. His tackles were just a little too hard, his comments just a little too sharp. When Rodrigo blocked one of Lando’s shots, he turned with a smug grin.

—Better luck next time, mate.—

Lando clenched his jaw but didn’t respond. It wasn’t worth it. Not yet. Instead, he focused on getting back into the game, his competitive side kicking in. If Rodrigo wanted to play dirty, fine. Lando would let his skills do the talking.

The match progressed with tension simmering between them. Lando managed to score a clean goal midway through, his teammates cheering as he jogged back to his position. Rodrigo, however, couldn’t resist a dig.

—Impressive. Guess you can aim when it’s not a steering wheel.—

Lando stopped in his tracks, turning to face Rodrigo. His voice was calm, but his eyes were cold.

—Funny. I could say the same about you, considering you couldn’t hold onto the real prize.—

Rodrigo’s smirk faltered for a split second, but he recovered quickly, stepping closer to Lando.

—And what would you know about it? You’ve been playing house for, what, six months? Amelie doesn’t belong with you. She deserves someone who understands her world, someone who can actually be there for her.—

Lando’s chest tightened, anger flaring. He took a step closer too, lowering his voice so only Rodrigo could hear.

—You can say whatever you want, mate, but at the end of the day, I’m still the name she moans every night.—

The words hit their mark. Rodrigo’s face darkened, his hands balling into fists.

—You little shit—

Rodrigo lunged, but one of the event organizers quickly stepped in, grabbing his arm before he could throw a punch.

—Hey! Enough! This is supposed to be for charity, not a bloody boxing match.—

Rodrigo yanked his arm free but didn’t make another move. His glare could have set Lando on fire.

Lando, on the other hand, stood his ground, his expression cool and defiant.

—You can try to intimidate me all you want, Rodrigo, but it’s not going to change anything. She’s with me. And I’m not going anywhere.—

Rodrigo muttered something under his breath but didn’t reply. Instead, he turned and walked away, leaving Lando standing in the middle of the field, his heart pounding in his chest.

Lando took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. His mind was still racing with the adrenaline from the confrontation with Rodrigo. It wasn’t just the words that stung, it was the idea that someone—someone who had been with Amelie—thought they had the right to say anything about their relationship. About her. He hated that Rodrigo thought he could just walk back into her life, that he could tear her away from him after everything they had been through.

As the match resumed, Lando did his best to focus on the game, but his mind kept drifting back to the argument. Rodrigo’s words echoed in his head, fueling the fire in his gut. But he couldn’t let it distract him. Not when there was still a game to win.

After another thirty minutes, the match finally ended, with Lando’s team emerging victorious. It wasn’t just the win that made him feel good, though; it was the way he played. He could hold his head high, knowing he’d shown his skill and focus, no matter how much Rodrigo had tried to get in his head.

But when the match ended, Lando’s focus shifted back to the tension that still lingered in the air. Rodrigo hadn’t made another move after their confrontation, but Lando could feel his eyes on him from across the field. The tension was palpable, and Lando wasn’t sure what was worse: the thought of having to keep his cool around Rodrigo or the fact that he still felt like he hadn’t finished what they’d started.

As the event came to a close, the heat of the day still lingering in the air, Lando tried to shake off the lingering tension that had consumed his thoughts ever since the confrontation with Rodrigo. He couldn’t help but feel the weight of the argument gnawing at him, even though they’d managed to keep it from escalating any further. The idea that someone like Rodrigo could just show up and start throwing accusations about his relationship with Amelie was maddening. The nerve of him.

He was walking towards the locker room when he saw Rodrigo again, standing alone by the sidelines, glaring in his direction. The dark-haired footballer’s expression was a mix of frustration and barely contained fury, still seething from the exchange earlier. His jaw clenched with every glance he stole towards Lando, but this time, Lando didn’t flinch. He was tired of this game, of playing nice. If Rodrigo wanted to keep throwing punches—whether physical or verbal—he was more than ready.

Taking a deep breath, Lando closed the distance, his steps purposeful.

—What’s your deal, Riquelme?— he called, his tone cool but with an edge of challenge.

Rodrigo's eyes snapped to Lando's, narrowing. His nostrils flared slightly, as though he was holding something back.

—You think you’re some sort of hero for her, don’t you?— Rodrigo shot back, his voice tight with bitterness. —Like you’re the one she’s always dreamed of. But you don’t deserve her. You don’t even get her, Lando. Not like I did.—

Lando rolled his eyes, suppressing a chuckle that would’ve only served to piss off Rodrigo even more.

—Deserve her? Really?— Lando asked, tilting his head slightly. —Funny. I’ve been here for her through the thick and thin, you know, all the ups and downs. And yet, I’m the one you think doesn’t deserve her?—

Rodrigo scoffed, taking a step closer, his chest puffing up. He looked Lando dead in the eye, his voice low and dangerous.

—She deserves someone who can actually be there for her. Someone who doesn’t treat her like a casual fling. You didn’t even have the decency to stick around when things got tough. You left her, Lando. You left her like everyone else. But I... I stayed. I cared.—

Lando felt the blood rush to his head at the mention of leaving Amelie. He could feel the familiar mix of rage and frustration, that same knot of guilt that had haunted him when he let things go sour between them years ago. He hated being reminded of that period, hated how things had ended before they’d had a chance to be what they were supposed to be. But he wasn’t going to let Rodrigo twist the narrative.

—And how did that turn out for you, huh?— Lando shot back, his voice low but biting. —Because last time I checked, you were the one who couldn’t make it work. You were the one who couldn’t handle the distance. And you think you get to tell me I don’t deserve her?—

Rodrigo opened his mouth to retort, but Lando didn’t give him the chance. He was done being diplomatic, done with the quiet simmering of resentment that had been building ever since Rodrigo’s presence had tainted the day.

Lando stepped closer, his eyes narrowing in on Rodrigo's. His breath was shallow, the heat of the argument settling in his chest. He didn’t want to be here, didn’t want to be having this conversation, but he also wasn’t going to back down. Not now.

—Look, mate,— Lando began, his voice cutting through the tension. —I’m not perfect. I’ve made my mistakes. I’ve fucked up, but I’ve also been the one to put in the effort. I’ve been there for her in ways you wouldn’t even understand. And the way you’re talking, like you’ve got some ownership over her? That’s not how this works. You don’t get to come in here and rewrite history just because you think you’ve got some claim to her, especially when it’s obvious you’re still bitter about how things ended. You don’t get to talk to me about what Amelie deserves.—

Rodrigo’s nostrils flared, his face turning a shade darker. He opened his mouth to respond, but Lando cut him off, his voice raising slightly.

—And don’t think I don’t know why you’re so pissed. You can’t handle the fact that she’s moved on. You think you’re the only one who could give her what she wanted. But newsflash: you couldn’t. And I’m sorry, but that’s just the truth.—

Rodrigo sneered, stepping closer now, his gaze locked on Lando’s. His voice dropped to a harsh whisper, as if he was trying to contain the storm building inside him.

—And you think she’ll stay with you forever? What happens when it gets tough? When her career takes her away again? Will you still be there, or will you run off like last time?— His words were a challenge, as if testing Lando’s commitment.

Lando didn’t flinch. He stood his ground, his chest rising and falling with each breath, the tension in his body palpable.

—I’m not going anywhere, Rodrigo.— His voice was firm, unwavering. —I’ll be there. I’ll always be there, no matter what. And she knows that. You’re right about one thing, though. This isn’t easy. But we don’t run when it gets tough. That’s not what we do. That’s not who I am. And that’s certainly not who Amelie is.—

Rodrigo’s eyes flashed with anger at Lando’s unwavering confidence. He opened his mouth, but Lando didn’t give him the chance to speak.

—No, you don’t get to finish that sentence, Rodrigo.— Lando’s words were sharp, cutting him off mid-sentence. —I’m done with this. I’m not here to relive your drama. I’m not going to sit here and let you talk shit about her or me. So you can take your bitterness somewhere else. I’m not interested in whatever you have to say anymore.—

For a split second, Rodrigo looked as if he was about to snap. His hand twitched toward Lando, but it was like something clicked inside him, and instead of swinging, he clenched his fists so tightly his knuckles turned white.

Lando turned on his heel, walking away without another word, his heart still racing, but now with the satisfaction of having finally stood up for Amelie. The tension still hung in the air like a storm waiting to break, but Lando refused to let it consume him. He had won this round—he’d made his point, and he wasn’t about to let Rodrigo or anyone else undermine his relationship with Amelie.

As he walked towards the locker room, his thoughts briefly turned to her. He couldn’t help but smile as he imagined her face—how she’d laugh at his fiery words and the way he’d stood his ground. She’d always had a way of grounding him, even when he felt his temper flaring. And despite everything that had happened today, despite Rodrigo’s unwelcome presence, Lando was more certain than ever about his place in her life.

[unabletonotlovesatoru]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ teddy’s notes: spider-man! midoriya because it makes sense. not proofread!! sorry for mistakes . also i want to specify that izuku really reminds me of tom hollands portrayal of peter parker, literally two puppy eyed losers, so obvi that movie is more of an inspiration than tasm.

spider-man! midoriya, who’s been called useless and felt the same thing his entire life only for it to change when a curious spider bit into his arm. now, he can at least do something and even if it mostly goes unnoticed by civilians and stuff — he doesn’t care because the sense of justice and duty in him is too strong. but he does dream of his favourite hero, all might, noticing him one day.

spider-man! midoriya, who has to get a new school uniform because not only is he taller than he was before, but he is also wider and overall bigger, which needs to be hidden, obviously. although, kacchan does notice the fact that he’s the same height as him now, even a little bit taller, which becomes something everyone likes to tease the blond about. bakugou on the other hand is fucking furious, demanding izuku tell him how he got so tall right fucking now, or i’ll kill ya, nerd.

spider-man! midoriya, who hides his proud grin whenever he overhears people being impressed with his abilities as they watch videos that other civilians took. videos of him flying around, hanging from his self-made webs and apprehending bad guys he encounters, and it’s a nice feeling until someone starts to bash him for stealing police’s work. police could never be like him tho!!

spider-man! midoriya, who sleeps for 2-3 hours every night and comes to school with cuts and bruises and spends his time thinking of how he can improve and be a better hero. he does hours of research and spends all of his scholarship on different materials and stuff that could make his suit more durable and resistant to all kinds of things: tears, rips, rain and all that.

spider-man! midoriya, who thinks he’s so slick with everything and he’s got everything under control. little does he know about you, silently watching him from afar.

spider-man! midoriya, who despite being gifted with an amazing eyesight, is blind to your surveillance of his behaviour. how you notice every time he disappears in the middle of a lesson after taking a brief look at his phone, how he forces himself to slow down when p.e. classes come around and pretends to not be able to pull himself up more than 4-5 times, which only gets a delighted howl from katsuki, the self-proclaimed “best”. you notice how he winces sometimes, bracing a hand against the table as the other clutches his side or his ribcage and how he stays late after chemistry classes. maybe it’s just that you like him so much that it makes you be so observant of him, however there’s something off about izuku midoriya.

spider-man! midoriya, who thought he was a magnet for trouble, but you seem to wear that title just as easily as him.

spider-man! midoriya, who saves you because for some reason you attract trouble like no one else does. someone tries to pickpocket when you lean down to feed a stray kitten, you nearly walk into a pole when you’re too immersed in whatever you’re watching on your phone, or someone almost runs you over when you’re crossing the road — izuku really doesn’t understand how it happens so many times.

spider-man! midoriya, who is pleasantly surprised by the newfound connection between the two of you. he doesn’t mind spending unnecessary amounts of time walking you home through the long path so he can continue rambling and dodge your silly questions about his abilities and how did he get them, thoroughly enjoying the frustration that covers your features. you don’t even know it’s him, your classmate of two years now — izuku midoriya, who is the proclaimed nerd of the said class.

spider-man! midoriya, who didn’t even know you were this talkative since he always hangs out with the same people and the only reminder of your presence in class is when the teacher is checking the attendance. you’re always somewhere in the background yet you always seem to know what they’re talking about. maybe it’s because mina seems to be friends with you and since her mouth is like a unstoppable force once opened you slide into the conversation very easily, and no one seems to mind. after meeting you one too many times as spider-man, izuku’s attention always somehow drifts to you yet he doesn’t notice the familiarity that sometimes fogs your gaze as you listen to his replies attentively.

spider-man! midoriya, who has to cover his face so no one notices how red it is when he accidentally catches you doodling spiders in your notebook.

spider-man! midoriya, who is delighted to be paired with you for a project. you offer to study at his place, referring to your house as ‘too loud’, and izuku is totally fine with it. he has no idea that you’re already sitting in his room by the time he’s done with his usual patrol routine.

spider-man! midoriya, who slides into his room through the window and when he turns the lights on, the last thing he expects to see is your shocked face: brows nearly disappearing into your hairline, eyes wide open, mouth ajar and ready to scream.

[fatkish]

hashiras x child reader 12 year old girl who is a soldier with impressive combat skills, she knows a lot about firearms, she is a good strategist, for hand-to-hand combat, and she has too much strength for a 12 year old girl, her personality is somewhat proud and arrogant and enthusiastic like gabi braun from snk You may have met her during a mission in a military camp preparing and training. I really can't think of any other way they could have met her.

(I hope you don’t mind, I saw that you had sent @petitelepus the same request so I wanted to change it up just a little bit to it’s not exactly the same. Instead of being like Gabi Braun, I’m going to make her similar to Killua Zoldyck from HxH)

Hashiras x Child Soldier Reader

Your family has long since known about the existence of demons. One of your ancestors had learned about breathing styles and was previously a shinobi. After facing against demons and accessing their strength and abilities, he realized that humans needed lots of training in order to fight demons and survive . As soon as he had children he began training each to resist extreme pain by torture of all sorts, training them to be resistant to poison, he taught them how to kill. Generations went by and steadily, your family became increasingly stronger.

From the moment you were born, you were trained. You’re parents would often capture weaker demons and bring them back for you and your siblings to fight. Each child fought alone against a demon. Often times your parents would target demons that used poisons and particularly troubling blood demon arts. As you grew older, the demons you fought would be stronger and stronger. When you were nine, your parents managed to capture a lower moon and they made you face it. It took you hours but eventually you fought and killed it. After that, your parents captured 20 demons and locked them up, starving them before sending you in against them.

Your family’s main house is located on an island off of Japan. Your family makes sure that they are well hidden from demons so that Muzan doesn’t find them. Your family takes on assassinations, escorting people, espionage, etc. and receives money from it. Your family often steals the swords of fallen demon slayers and brings them back to your family’s blacksmith to reforge. When you were 12 you left your family and Kagaya’s crows caught sight of you and lead him to you. You had never been treated lovingly or kindly, and you were stunned by how kind Kagaya was.

Kagaya understood that your lifestyle didn’t give you the ability to understand morals and ethics. He saw how skilled you were and decided to ask you to join the corps. You felt so at peace with him and told him everything you’ve been through. Despite knowing that you’ve killed people, he happily welcomed you into the corps. He made you a Hashira and introduced you to the others. The other Hashira were skeptical about you at first. But as they got to know you better they realized that you weren’t such a bad person and that you were a victim of your family. Their thoughts on you are as follows:

Sanemi Shinazugawa:

If I ever see that kid’s parents I’m going run my fist right through their faces. Who the hell puts their kids through torture and forces them to fight demons? The kid is pretty strong and has decent talent, I won’t lie, but that’s no excuse for what those bastards put their kids through. (He deeply respects you and often checks in on you to see how you’re doing but he never admits that he does it out of concern, he’s always got some kind of excuse)

Kyojuro Rengoku:

I’ll admit, while I’m not thrilled about the fact that the kid has killed people, I cannot blame them for not understanding how precious life is when they were never taught it. However, I am proud that they have chosen to leave their past behind and fight to protect lives instead of taking them. They are very strong and it disgusts me what their parents put them through but nevertheless, I am happy to take them under my wing and teach them.

Obanai Iguro:

Despite our similarities we are incredibly different. Both of our families have too much blood on their hands but unlike me, the kid doesn’t believe that they are tainted by their blood. While it sickens me that they can kill people so easily, I do understand that they can’t be blamed for taking life when they were never truly taught right from wrong. The kid’s morals are severely skewed but they are trying to change which is what matters.

Tengen Uzui:

The kid and I often talk about life experiences and how different things are now that we’re both not living under our family’s thumbs. We both went through similar training as children and while they might not have had to kill their siblings, they did lose some to the training the went through. My wives love the kid and often dote on them. Whenever the kid doesn’t understand something they often come to me to explain things, and of course, as the god of festivals, I’ve taken them to plenty of festivals and showed them how to enjoy them.

Giyuu Tomioka:

They talk to me which is nice. They enjoy sparring with me and we often have tea and sit in silence together which is also nice. I didn’t know how to feel about the kid at first, but after talking to them and spending time with them, I learned that they aren’t a bad person. They’re strong and they want to use that strength to protect people instead of harming them. I enjoy their company.

Muichiro Tokito:

Oh, them? Why does it matter that they’re close to my age? They do make for a decent sparring partner though. I can’t remember but something tells me that they did bad things in their past. Whatever, I can’t remember so I guess it doesn’t matter.

Shinobu Kocho:

They kind of remind me of Kanao in a way. While it is a shame that they were raised the way they were, there isn’t anything that can be done about the past. Although it is concerning how often they come to me covered in wounds from battle that they didn’t notice. Sometimes I wonder if they truly didn’t notice their many wounds or if they just put up with the wounds until they became too numerous and troublesome. I often have to scold them for their reckless disregard for their health, but otherwise they’re a good kid.

Mitsuri Kanroji:

It just breaks my heart to hear what all they suffered through. I can’t imagine a parent doing such things to their own children. I have made it my personal goal to make sure that they know what it is to love and be loved. They’re so cute I often forget how strong they are. They’re so sweet to me and they don’t even think it’s weird how much I eat or how strong I am.

Gyomei Himejima:

It truly saddens me to know that they have taken the lives of their fellow humans. Even though they were taught to kill and nothing else, they still wish to do good with what they know. I pray the gods have mercy on this child’s soul when they die, though they have slain others, they did not know any better. Despite their wrong doings, they are actively trying to repent for their deeds by doing good which is admirable. They often come to me to seek guidance in regards to the moral and ethical dilemmas they face. I will do my utmost best to guide them.

[hollowed-theory-hall]

hi hi hi!! first of all, i'm so fascinated with how your mind works. seeing your theories, metas, and explanations actually inspired me to read the books (even if they're off of this slightly dodgy website lol). i've read some of your thoughts on harry's love interests / possible li's for him (the theo posts too), and i wondered what sort of love interest would be fitting for him if they were a girl. would they be like luna or any other existing character, how would they meet (ideally), what house or personality traits, etc.

Thank you!! 💛

Holy shit, it's insane you enjoyed my writing so much even without reading the books and that I got you to read the HP books but please be careful not to download malware on your PC. Stay safe out there.

Honestly, I can see a lot of different types of characters working as a love interest for Harry, but there are some common denominators for characters I think would work with him better. That being said, shipping is very subjective, and I think any character could be written in a compelling romance with any character by a talented enough writer, so these are mostly my preferences for Harry's dynamics in a romance with how I see his character.

Someone like Luna definitely could work. I like their dynamic and under the right circumstances, I think it could work. She's blunt, and straightforward in a way Harry respects, she can call out his bullshit and isn't scared of being herself. Harry's also open-minded enough to let Luna believe whatever she wants and would probably not mind a Sweaden vacation even if he doesn't believe they'd actually find a Crumple-Horned Snorkack.

Personally, I was always under the impression that if Harry and Susan Bones actually talked they would've gotten along really well due to Susan's, like, 3 lines:

“Not with the dragon, you didn’t,” said Michael Corner at once. “That was a seriously cool bit of flying. . . .” “Yeah, well —” said Harry, feeling it would be churlish to disagree. “And nobody helped you get rid of those dementors this summer,” said Susan Bones.

(OotP, Ch16)

She clearly sees Hary's accomplishments for what they are and calls out his unfounded self-doubts (Harry needs someone who can do that without making him feel stupid).

Hogwarts students, who now found themselves the unwilling objects of a gruesome sort of reflected fame as they walked the corridors: Susan Bones, who had an uncle, aunt, and cousins who had all died at the hands of one of the ten, said miserably during Herbology that she now had a good idea what it felt like to be Harry. “And I don’t know how you stand it, it’s horrible,” she said bluntly, dumping far too much dragon manure on her tray of Screechsnap seedlings, causing them to wriggle and squeak in discomfort.

(OotP, Ch25)

She's straightforward and chill with a few of her own demons and she dislikes public attention as much as Harry. Even if Susan had ways less time with Harry, she understands he doesn't like the attention. She asks "how you stand it?" she thinks he must hate it as much as she does. I just find it interesting a random Hufflepuff girl who has 2 lines knows and understands Harry better than his love interest who thinks he likes getting attention and going after Voldemort.

Basically, a blunt, chill Hufflepuff that treats him like just Harry and not the Boy-Who-Lived would work too, is what I'm saying. Like a younger Tonks-like character who's a bit more serious and responsible (which is how I imagine Susan, except, less punk) could work with Harry. (though Harry thinks anyone who looks a little punk looks cool... He thinks Tonks is cool, and Kingsly and Bill are instantly cool in Harry's opinion for having an earring, so maybe give him a punk girlfriend. I think he'd be into it)

A Gryffindor girl who likes Quidditch (like Ginny) could've worked too. My problem with Ginny is that JKR tried to make her too perfect in the later books. Like, a Gryffindor girl who's confident and has a sense of humor could've been a good match for Harry. Just give her some actual insecurities and the willingness to be emotionally vulnerable with Harry and without Ginny's obsession so she'd see Harry as Harry and not as the Boy-Who-Lived — that could've worked. Like, Ginny as a concept could've worked if the character and her romance with Harry were written better. As she is in the books, I don't think it works though, I'd change the character's personality/attitude if I wanted to write her with Harry, so I don't feel like I could really call her "Ginny" you know?

A Ravenclaw like Cho who doesn't expect Harry to be another Cedric and is just more chill and not actively grieving could've worked. Like, as I mentioned Luna (who's a Ravenclaw) could work with Harry, but a sporty, chill, Ravenclaw could've also worked. She just needed to know who Harry is and date him for him and not as a Cedric replacement. Also, I just, don't think Harry would be interested in a girl who's into dragging him to Madam Paddifoots, but, like, a Ravenclaw who plays Quidditch and is, like, idk, obsessed with alchemy and has a bit of a mad scientist vibe going on, could work with Harry. I think his love interest should have interests of her own, basically. I think it adds flavor.

A cunning and intelligent Slytherin girl who isn't Pansy Parkinson (a la Daphne Greengrass or Tracy Davis) could work as well, depending on how you characterize her.

Basically, to ship Harry with a girl, of any house, I'd be looking for a lot of the same traits I look for in guys I ship Harry with:

Treat Harry as Harry and not as the Boy Who Lived — the reason doesn't matter but he/she has to see Harry as his own person and not his scar or fame and understand he hates the attention.

Intelligence — because Harry's actually really smart and he needs someone who could not only keep up with him but also correct and argue with him when the situation calls for it.

Self-confidence but also some insecurities — they need to have a spine to stand their ground and call Harry on his bullshit and his own low self-esteem but they should have their own issues and self-perception problems. I like it when things are fair and a ship helps each other grow together. Also, I don't think Harry would date someone truly arrogant. Arrogant to hide insecurities — that I think could work though under the right conditions.

Wit and humor — Harry is a sarcastic, sassy little shit with a slightly dark sense of humor, I think he needs a partner who can match his sense of humor and not get offended if he makes a comment about wanting to torture Snape.

Chill — Harry is a little emotionally inept, he would probably not manage well with a very emotional partner that requires a lot of attention (like Cho). Don't get me wrong, Harry would care and do his best, and pay attention when needed, but the guy doesn't really know how to deal with crying people. So, his partner should be someone who's fine with Harry's sort of comfort methods. (Some people don't want to talk about it when they're upset, they just want someone to listen to them vent a bit. Which, I think Harry would be great at. And vice versa. Harry, when upset, often just wants someone to be next to him quietly, but he doesn't want to talk about it sometimes). Basically, they need to have matching comfort styles so they could actually communicate when upset.

Chill (p2) — Harry's sort of anger requires someone who'd be able to remain cool once Harry reaches his threshold in year 5 wouldn't get quickly offended, but instead calmly put Harry in his place. Basically, they need to have more emotional intelligence than Harry because someone needs to know how to do emotions in the relationship. (In Ronmione's case, Ron is the more emotionally intelligent one, contrary to what Hermione likes to think. In Hinny's case, neither of them knows how to do emotions somehow, which adds to why they never appealed to me, I think. In Tommary, which I used to read, Harry is the emotionally intelligent one in the relationship, which is why this pairing is only realistic to me when it's a disastrous mess)

Knows to be both blunt and subtle depending on the situation — Harry needs someone to match him, as Harry can be a sneaky Slytherin sometimes, but sometimes, the situations in his life would require his partner to be brave and blunt. I think, regardless of house, his partner should be able to do both.

The capacity to be quiet — Harry is a quiet person overall and I think he'd work better with a partner who can just let him be quiet and not force him to engage in conversation. Ron and Hermione, for example, love bantering and bickering, but Harry finds their sort of bickering infuriating, so, yeah. Like, he can work with a partner who talks more than him, but they need to not always need to talk, yk?

At least a little anti-authority (or a lot) — I don't think Harry could date someone who's perfectly by-the-book and loves the rules and authority. Most of his clashes with Hermione come from a place of her trusting certain authority while Harry doesn't really trust any authority. I think he'd get frustrated dating someone who's too pro-authority (why he and Cho wouldn't have lasted even without Cedric's ghost hanging over them).

Magically talented — Harry's magic is insane, he doesn't need a partner that's on his level, but someone who is capable and skilled enough to hold their own is necessary with how dangerous Harry's life is and for him to be able to treat them seriously.

Brave — there are different kinds and levels of bravery, but at the end of the day, I don't think Harry could date someone who isn't brave enough to deal with all the shit Harry's life throws at him. Like, Harry's partner, I think, should be willing to join the trio on the Horcrux hunt should they be offered to. (I personally portray Theo, for example, as someone who doesn't think he's brave, but when he needs to, he's way braver than he thinks. Luna is brave enough to be herself and damn what anyone thinks. So you can play around with the kinds of bravery). Like, the fact Ginny didn't press him to know more about what they're planning and wanting to join the danger to help protect and defend Harry is insane to me. I think Harry deserves a ride-or-die relationship because he's a very ride-or-die person for the people he loves. (Hence why I love his friendship with Ron and Hermione. The Golden Trio is the definition of ride-or-die)

A bit of a tragic Backstory — this isn't mandatory, per se, but I think Harry would work best with a partner that has some of their own demons in their past. It's a little spice that I love. It's why I like shipping him with Theo (who from the very little we know of him can be read as being abused by his father, plus his mother is dead) or potentially Luna who saw her mother die. I think someone who's suffered some trauma similar to Harry would be better at connecting with Harry and seeing him in a way even Ron and Hermione struggle to do.

So, yeah, this is like, my thoughts on shipping Harry with any character and what's the broad strokes of my recipe for my preferred Harry dynamic in romance.

But, like with most things in fiction, it's all about execution. If you write it well enough, anything will work.

[ask-the-golden-goo]

(Response to: https://www.tumblr.com/ask-valiant-victory/771944557171572736/ask-the-golden-goo-slime-boi-approaches-valiant

*Slime Boi was angered when he saw the shift happen. This was something he always hated. When a god-like being used their power to have firm control over others. It wasn't right. Everyone should have the freedom to do as they chose, not be forced into a life they never wanted to happen. This victini. A victim to the whims of their Arceus. It reminded him of him.*

Slime Boi: Seems to not be the one I'm familiar with but that doesn't mean there aren't any similarities. Just because a god has power, doesn't mean they should use it however they want. There's a level of responsibility an Arceus has over what they control. When one decides to use others in ways which destroys what freedom they could have had, it gives off an incredibly poor impression. Then again, you seem like the type who only wishes to get what they want whatever means necessary.

Slime Boi: I knew someone once. Someone who felt he could take what he wanted because of a single mistake. He erased all that I loved. He didn't need to do it. But he did it anyway out of his own selfish desires. He's now far worse off because he continues to exert his control over others. Far worse off. Pushing everyone who once gave a shit away.

Slime Boi: You don't need to respond. I can already see the answer as clear as day. Release the victini. He did nothing for you to have to warrant this. I won't ask anymore questions about you to him because I don't want him to have to suffer anymore than he needs to. I just want to know if he will be ok after your little takeover.

@ask-valiant-victory

[muffinsin]

Okay, so I had this idea for a while (and many others that I forgot, curse my memory)

I guess this is more or less in the poly side of your blog

So... I was thinking about reader who is liked by all the sisters, how would they react and things like that

I actually have no idea about something specific, the whole idea in my head was "Reader who's liked by all the sisters"

-💜

What an interesting ask! ;) this has been in my inbox far too long; I blame work and video games XD

I've actually done a rather similar request once :) you can find it here

Let's get into it!

Masterlists

Being liked by all three of them certainly is...challenging

While one might think "the more the merrier" or "love can be shared" or anything along those lines, Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela quickly prove such ideals wrong

Of course, they're all very loving

Alas, this love comes with incredible possessiveness and jealousy

Cassandra and Daniela make a move on you first, being far bolder than their older sister

Only is it a little unfortunate when they decide to make their move at the same time...

You suddenly find yourself in the middle of their bickering, then

Daniela to your left, Cassandra to your right, both standing tall, all up in one another's faces, their lips pulled to snarls as they try to come up with more and more insults for one another, or simply some threats you doubt are all that serious

For example, Cassandra repeatedly threathens to cut off multiple sleeves and parts of her sister's favourite gowns should she not back off

In return, Daniela is quick to assure she'd tell on her, already going so far as to open up her mouth wide and smile, as if about to call out for their mother

And when her older sister tackles her onto the ground and they blur into a buzzing, angry, jealous, possessive burst of flies, they hardly still pay any mind to it

And while Bela is far not as bold as the two as it comes to immediately persuing her crush, she does take advantage of the situation

Far too busy bickering, the two younger sisters barely notice it when the blonde snatches you away

She's sure, they will tire themselves out eventually, and if she's lucky, Mother might even forbid them from pursuing you if she finds out what embarassing display they put on in front of you

She can only hope, really

Bela shares everything with her sisters, really

Her room, often enough, no matter how often she complains about the other two simply swaming in whenever they feel like it

Her prey. While she does get the first bite more often than not, she knows, she is to share it with her sisters always

Her weapons and accessories! Not a single time is she gifted something that is not immediately inspected by the curious brunette and redhead

And as much as she loves and cares for them, she will not share you with them

She figures it's just a phase for them, anyway. That no one could treat you as well as she can

And when she notices her sisters still show interest in you, she quite passive aggresively attempts to get them away from you by pointing out what messes they cause to impress you to their mother, over, and over, and over again

Daniela, much like her older sister, attempts to manipulate Alcina into scolding her sisters and getting them to back off,

whereas Cassandra only shamelessly flirts with you and insists in being overly close to you to ensure her scent is all over you- something the other two frown at every single time they go in for as much as a hug

But, in time, they do become better at sharing

It's really more of a matter of accepting it, really

They're all incredibly stubborn and have set their eyes on you, after all. Getting rid of them is hardly a possibility so long as you want to keep them around

Bela is by far the sweetest to you as it comes to spending quality time together

She makes sure the two of you get to do things you enjoy doing and takes honest interest in your life

She's the most cooperative when you bring up wanting to keep her sisters around, too, and wanting to see them still, but is also the one to trigger a fight with them the easiest when they try snatching you when it's "her turn" with you

Both seem to take immense pleasure in doing so, mainly because having Bela so annoyed at them for this distracts her from noticing all the other troubles and messes they have caused within the castle- briefly, at least

And

Daniela is the most loving to you, showering you in praise and physical affection, in kisses and hugs, cuddles and intimacy

She loves to feel you and insists to be close to you whenever possible

When it's time for you to spend time with her sisters, it can be hard on her, and she will often attempt to keep you with her by pulling large, watery eyes on you

Those, thankfully, are a lot less effective when both her sisters are yelling at her to stop "taking you from them"

She's having a hard time sharing you with them, and an even harder time understanding why you want them around in the first place

Sure, she understands the concept of multiple lovers, but isn't quite happy that you chose her sisters of all people, someone she can't just kill whenever they make you unhappy

And still, given time, she comes around and even learns to give you the proper space you need when you're spending time with Bela and Cassandra

Speaking of the sadist, she's by far the most passionate

With her, you feel free

She's energetic, but differently so from her sisters

She loves to hunt with you, or to simply run about in the forest with you and scare whoever you come across

She's loud, unfiltered, happy, moody at times

She's alive, in her own way, and you love it

And while she isn't big on displays of affection, the few times she does allow it are precious to you

She, much like her younger sister, has a hard time letting you go to spend time with her sisters

She isn't so much against the idea of you being with them, too, so long as you keep the details to yourself

And still, Cassandra loves to try and keep you with her, hoping to convince you by whispering about all the fun you could have with her, instead

And while all works itself out in due time, there is always one big thing causing bickering between the three women:

Celebrations

Often enough, you get to spend the day with all of them, holding one's hand and allowing the other to rest across your lap while playing with the other's hair

It's beautiful, relaxing, exciting all at the same time

The real trouble comes the later it gets, when they demand kisses- and more- each for their own

Usually Daniela is the first to ask, whining always when she's refused

And often Cassandra steals a kiss anyway, laughing and smirking, triumphant, knowing her sisters won't attempt to steal a kiss from your lips until you brush them again properly

As such, there's often bickering, until you eventually come up with a single solution:

Splitting everything in threes

Three times of celebrating your birthday, one with each

Celebrating New Year's with each

And while it still has them groan and whine occaionally, it's a somewhat fine solution to them, too

All in all you're beyond happy

You get a piece of each of them, get to hold them all, to kiss them all, to get to know every one of them

You like them all, and get to show them every single day

[pinkboaclub]

Sweet Thing [part two]

[First Part Here!]

Summery: You and Harry are best friends, despite your 15 year age gap. One night, when your blind date goes wrong, he wants to make sure your night still ends in pleasure. [Older!Harry]—continued.

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: essentially just smut, age gap (15 years), fem!reader

You came down from your orgasm, still laying in Harry’s embrace, leaving light kisses along his neck. After you got your energy back, your mind was one in one thing; getting upstairs.

You grabbed his hand, stood up, and quickly led him to the stairs.

“Eager girl.” Harry cheekily remarked.

“Need you to catch up, you still have all your clothes on.” You said as you arrived in his room. You didn’t give him enough time to respond before turning around, wrapping your arms around him and kissing him.

You both grabbed the bottom of his sweater, pulling it over his head. You back up towards his bed, unbuckling the belt wrapped around his jean bell bottoms.

You felt the back of your legs hit the bed, the bed you had slept in countless times, the bed you had dreamed of this very moment in. For some reason this made you more nervous.

Your hand traveled up Harry’s abdomen, feeling the outline of his abs. The abs you had accidentally felt before when you had been innocently cuddling.

Your hand went back down to his pants, you felt yourself start slowly dropping to your knees. Harry’s breath got a little heavier almost matching your nervous breathing pattern, but not quite.

You took off his belt, throwing it to the side, and carefully pulling down his jeans, letting him slip out of them.

You felt your heart against your chest as your fingers wrapped around the waistband of his briefs.

“Is this okay?” You softly asked. He gave you a sweet smile in response, bringing his hand to your face and rubbing his thumb on your cheek.

“Better than okay, keep going, sweet thing.”

When you felt the head of his cock brush against your lips, your mouth opened automatically. It made your mouth water like you craved it. You knew there were a lot of people out there who hated giving blow jobs, including yourself at times, but at this moment, you had never craved something more.

You grasped the base of his cock and began running your tongue around the tip. Although Harry made you feel safe and confident like nobody else could, you found yourself wanting to make a good impression. You had to breathe through your nose as you tried not to choke. You moaned in the back of your throat, enjoying yourself thoroughly.

Harry let out low, soft grunts at the feeling of your moans against his cock. Hearing his breathing become heavier in the room made you more turned on than you could have ever imagined feeling.

His hand went up to your head, brushing some of your out of your face. He made sure to be gentle with you, not wanting you to feel any pressure to go beyond your limits.

As you got comfortable with him and yourself, you felt yourself wanting more. You wanted him dominating you, fucking you until you screamed.

You felt your head going faster on his cock, grabbing his thigh, giving it a squeeze as almost a way to center yourself.

You pulled back, gasping for breath. Before he could say anything, you were back at him, sucking him off in earnest. Your mouth suctioned tight over him as you went up and down his cock, your hand twisting gently at the base.

“Take what you can handle, baby.” He let you know, though he didn’t mind what you were doing. You pulled him off again.

“I know what I can handle.” You replied, his breath hitched at the naturally seductive look you gave him. The sweet girl he had been best friends with for so many years was now on her knees in front of him, her mouth expertly sliding up and down his cock, her breath soft and steady against his skin. He had always dreamed of this moment—of letting himself give into everything he had buried deep inside—and now, it was more than he ever imagined. The age gap, the years of friendship, the countless moments that led them here didn’t seem to matter anymore.

Both of you couldn’t wait anymore, without saying anything, you both layed down on his bed, going back to kissing. Your mind knew you could stay like this forever, but your body wanted more.

Your hand squeezed his hard, large bicep, a signal that you were ready for him. He moved his fingers away from you, shifting position and you felt his hard cock brush against your inner thigh, before he slid into you, not stopping until he'd bottomed out.

A moan escaped your lips, a moan that felt like you had been saving it for this exact moment. You did the only thing you could think of, the one thing you knew would get him moving in you. You began to tighten and relax your inner muscles, massaging his cock deep inside you. You felt his entire body shudder before he grunted, his fingers digging so hard into your hips you knew he'd leave bruises.

He began to move, his thrusts deep and slow, each glide making you moan. He was perfectly proportioned, long and thick enough to fill you just right. Every thrust sent your nerve endings on alert, making the hair on your body stand at up.

You looked at his face, entirely focused on pleasing you, nothing had turned you on this much before.

“Harry, it’s so good.” You cried out in a whisper.

“You’re feeling good, sweet girl?” Any words you had left your mouth, you would be lying if you said you hadn’t imagined him calling you his numerous pet names for you in this exact scenario.

“God, Harry….please go faster.”

He lifted himself up to gain a better angle before quickening his pace. Uncontrollable whimpers left your mouth, leaving him in awe of you.

“Fuck, Y/N, you’re so perfect.”

You could feel your eyes roll back, sensation overwhelming you. He was going to tease you to death, but what a way to die. Your arms wrapped tight around his arms, holding on for dear life.

You were a sobbing, incoherent mess, your body straining for release. You could feel the muscles of your pussy pulsing and contracting on each glide of his cock, but it wasn’t enough. You needed him to fuck you hard.

“Mm, Harry,” you felt yourself become a bit more shy.

“What do you want, sweet thing?” He lowered himself to your neck kissing along its entirety. “Tell me what you want…anything, I’ll give it to you.” His breath was hot against your skin, sending a shudder throughout your body.

“Don’t want you to hold back.” You rubbed the back of his neck, making eye contact with him, letting him know you were serious. “I can handle it.”

You started to lift yourself, he did the same, letting you adjust. You turned around facing the head board and arched your back.

You heard Harry take another deep, as if he was collecting himself. He grabbed your hips, letting one of his thumbs rub side to side in a reassuring motion.

He slid into you, making sure to pay attention to your body, letting you properly adjust to him. Which you definitely needed to do.

Once he found a nice rhythm, he didn’t let it go–continuously, thrusting into you–the sound of heavy breathing, moaning, and skin slapping in the room as he tightly gripped on to your hips.

“So perfect, baby.” He took your moans as encouragement he was doing good. “Such a perfect pussy.”

“I love your cock, Harry.” You moaned.

“Yeah? How much, sweet thing?”

"So so much," you managed to get out, your chest heaving with every breath that you tried to take. Your walls clenched tighter around him. "Gonna c-cum," you managed to get out, the coil in your lower belly tightening and tightening with each of his sloppy thrusts.

He reached down to your clit, rubbing circles around it, helping you reach your orgasm. You felt your legs begin to uncontrollably shake, the most euphoric feeling you ever felt running through them.

"Good girl." He lowered himself to your ear, talking you through your orgasm. “Shhh, that’s it, there you go, let it happen, bunny.” He halted his thrusts and rubbed your back, letting you calmly come down from your high.

He took his cock out of you and helped you flip onto your back. He grabbed one of your hands and kissed all over your face, making you let out a giggle.

“We don’t have to keep going, if you can’t handle it.” He said, in a reassuring tone.

“No, no,” You grabbed his cock, beginning to jerk him off. “I told you I can handle it.” You kissed up his neck, getting to his ear, and biting his earlobe. “Cum on my face.”

His breathing stopped, his face almost freezing in disbelief.

“And here I was thinking you were this sweet, innocent girl.”

You climbed off the bed, dropping to your knees again. Switching between jerking and sucking him off. His hand stayed on the back of your head, guiding you through your motions.

You looked up at him before his abs began to flex and his breathing got slightly quicker.

“Gonna cum, sweet thing.” He took over, rubbing his hand up and down himself. You closed your eyes, letting him finish on your face. Giving any light kisses and licks to his cock you could sneak in as he jerked himself off.

“Wait here.” Your eyes stayed closed, but you heard him walk to the bathroom, turning on the sink before making his way back to you. “I got you.” He wiped your face completely clean, kissed your lips, and helped you up.

“Why don’t you go take a shower, put on some pajamas—or not—and I’ll go get you some water and something to eat.” He suggested, holding your face in his hand. You nodded, and began to walk to the bathroom, you felt yourself blushing when he talked to you. Of course you had been best friends with him for a while, but you couldn’t help feeling nervous around him at this moment. Your stomach filled with butterflies as you watched him slip on some sweat pants and head downstairs.

You finished your shower, deciding to put on clothes, but only one of Harry’s shirts. Surely this was a nice middle ground of putting on pajamas and staying naked.

When you walked out of the bathroom, Harry was just pulling off the blankets, preparing to get in. He had placed a glass of water and a chocolate chip cookie on the nightstand.

“What do you think will be a worse hangover for me, getting drunk or having mind blowing sex?” You asked, getting into bed next to him.

“Mind blowing, huh?” Harry clarified, raising his eyebrows.

“Don’t act like you haven’t been told that before. I’m sure you get raving reviews.”

You drank your water and ate your cookie, cuddling close to Harry, watching the tv show he had put on.

“Oh, look at this!” You remembered the light marks you had seen in the shower.

You lifted up your shirt–well, his shirt–and showed him the pink finger marks that he had left on your hips. He ran his thumb over them, a little surprised.

“I’m sorry, I must've gotten carried away.”

“Oh, no…I think it’s hot.” He laughed, bending down and leaving kisses along the mark. “You’ll have to leave darker ones next time.”

He chuckled again. “So there will be a next time?”

“I would hope so. Will there?” You asked, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

“Of course, don’t think we can stop, we’ve opened the floodgates.”

“Literally.” You both laughed and he pulled you closer and kissed you on the head. “But for now, let’s get some sleep, I can already feel my legs getting sore.”

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ohmygosh ohmygosh ohmyGOSH

Yes to bodyguard Clegan. But what if Gale was a politicians son??? America's beloved first son???

Or a royal?

You are so correct for this 🙌 Let's roll with a first son au because I don't know enough about British royalty lol Link for post referenced as inspiration ❤️

Maybe it's cliche as hell, idc, but Gale is not amused about all of the attention being the president's son garners. Especially not all of the people that like to cozy up to him to try and get in his dad's good graces, all the people that think his dad's a stand up guy, and especially not the complete and total lack of privacy because the secret service is always up his ass.

So you can imagine when this goofy, pain in the ass, vet, that insists on calling him Buck becomes his head of security Gale is not amused. He's extra annoyed that the dork is actually disgustingly attractive too. Of course, as he does, Bucky ends up actually endearing himself to Gale. They become fast friends but neither will allow themselves to let it become more because they've already overstepped too many boundaries that potentially compromise Gale's safety.

Basically Bucky gets treated like one of Gale's friends (an invitation to the table, lounging on the beach or playing in the water on vacations, lazing on a couch reading with Gale in the afternoon) basically he's a really bad bodyguard. Until he isn't.

Someone tries to attack Gale at a rally because one of his dad's policies and Bucky handles it. Afterwards he's got Gale's face in his hands demanding to know whether or not he's okay. He's so scared, he's shaking and Gale's clutching his coat insisting he's fine. It takes a minute for Bucky to believe him but he finally calms down and presses his forehead to Gale's and makes him promise to never do it again and Gale kind of laughs and promises.

Bucky handles it so efficiently Gale's dad is impressed enough to offer him a position in his own detail, but Bucky insists on staying with Gale and the president lets it go. It helps that he doesn't give af so he has no clue how Bucky's essentially been fucking around on the job on the governments dime.

Bucky's a little uptight about not being so lax anymore but Gale pouts and bats his eyelashes enough that Bucky finally gives in. After that, they're both of the existential mind that you only get one death so they need to live as much life as they can. Basically, it leads to a feelings confession of terribly sappy proportions that could cause cavities.

They're both well aware of how bad it would be if it got out so they resolve to be secretive about it and they get things figured out and it's unbelievably good for a few months. Like full on honeymoon stage for about 3 months and it just never comes down, even when they argue.

One day, John is away for something or another one day and ofc Gale gets kidnapped. The kidnappers are baffled because this rich spoiled brat is cool as a cucumber and it's because he knows John would never let anything happen to him and he's definitely been called about this not so little fuck up.

Naturally John busts in and takes care of business while Gale just sits there all pretty. He gets Gale's bindings undone telling him they've "really gotta stop meeting like this" and how he's gonna teach Gale hand to hand combat so he can take a day off from time to time. Gale gets all huffy because "what did [he] need a day off without [Gale] for anyways?" And John?

Proposes right then and there in front of all those bodies and because Gale is equally as ridiculous he says yes. The PR department tries to sanitize the story when it's told to the press until they realize there's no stopping/saving them so they're just not allowed to do press about their own relationship anymore lol.

This means that Gale has to get a new head of security and they both hate every single person that comes across their desks, sits to interview with them, so Gale tells John to find someone rather than leave it up to his dad's detail and naturally John picks his bestie Curt.

I'll stop here because I simultaneously didn't include anywhere near as much as I wanted to and this is already rambling on lol In love with this concept though ❤️