#i do love my jeans and funny t-shirts don't get me wrong

[ioannemos]

been thinking a lot lately about how my version of "body neutrality" was okay so far as it went but now that i think about it, it was kinda verging on "body irrelevancy" instead 🤔 like "yep my body sure does exist. anyway" and so now i'm trying to move on to ??? integration? like. "my body is an essential aspect of who i am"? claiming a sort of... ownership? or at least... idk. i've been making more of an effort to eat better food, get the right amount of sleep, and i'm gonna try pilates as a regular thing. also i've been thinking about piercing my ears a second time, trying to figure out what kind of clothes i'd feel more... idk, excited to wear? and if i want a tattoo. and what the heck i'm going to do with my hair

[miriellesandthegiantpeach]

A sunbeam across his face is what wakes Tommy. He cracks open an eye and reaches over Buck's shoulder to grab his phone on the nightstand. 8:25 it reads. Fuck. FUCK. He's supposed to be out the door for work in 5 minutes. He's sure he set his alarm for 7:30, he frantically checks the alarm. 7:30pm is what he set it for. Motherfucker.

His cursing and groaning are what wake Buck up, also being jostled by Tommy urgently getting out of bed.

"What's going on?" Bucks asks blearily and rubbing sleep out of his eyes.

Tommy is running around in his underwear scrambling to get his jeans and socks on, his hair a complete mess.

"I'm an idiot and set my alarm wrong and going to be late for work," Tommy explains.

Buck rolls in his side smiling at Tommy, amused at his boyfriend's frantic movements. Buck has learned that time is very important to Tommy; he's always punctual and mindful of everyone's time. He loves that about him. So when time gets the best of him, Buck finds it endlessly endearing.

"It happens, maybe you were just so comfortable in bed with me your body said 'screw it'".

Tommy throws a glare at Buck. "Cute." He definitely puts his T-shirt inside out and backwards so the tag is sticking out at his throat. And Buck is definitely not openly laughing at him.

"Don't laugh at me in this stressful time," Tommy fake demands.

"So not laughing at you," Buck chuckles. He really likes seeing behind Tommy's curtain - seeing what ruffles his feathers and being the one who gets to see all sides of Tommy.

Tommy gets somewhat put together and gathers his phone and wallet, he goes over to Buck still relaxing in bed and braces a hand next to his shoulder. He cups his hand to Buck's cheek as says, "alright, I really gotta go. Bye, baby, I'll call you later," Tommy rushes out.

Buck's eyes widen and catches Tommy's wrist. "What?" Tommy asks, impatient.

"Baby?" Buck asks and at first Tommy looks confused. Oh right - the pet name just fell out. He thinks it's even the first occurrence of petnames between them.

"Yeah, it just slipped, that okay?" One thing that Tommy will never fail to do is check in; it takes over his obsession of time.

Buck feels the butterflies flapping away and his face splitting in a sappy smile, he finds himself doing that a lot with Tommy. He hopes it never never ends. "More than okay," Buck says dazed. "One more kiss for your baby?" Buck's smile has taken over his face by now and Tommy simply cannot refuse.

"Of course," Tommy says against Buck's mouth.

***

Buck is busy simmering the home made sauce he's making for their date night dinner as Tommy walks into the kitchen. Tommy comes up behind him and places two strong hands on his hips. He places a kiss on the free skin of Buck's neck. This haircut leaves more skin exposed and Tommy takes any opportunity to give it attention.

"Mmmm smells amazing," Tommy muses. He didn't know what he did to land such a stunning and funny and smart boyfriend who can also cook, but he's not going to question it.

Buck is hyper focused on the saucepan in front of him judging by the angle of his eyebrows. "Oh hi, honey. Yeah it's almost there."

Tommy's hands tighten on Buck's hips. Warmth starts in his stomach and spreads throughout his entire body. He's made a conscious effort to be present for every milestone in their blossoming relationship, big or small. And this is the first time Buck has called him anything but 'Tommy'. He's basking in this moment and committing it to memory.

He gently pushes and pulls his hands to signal Buck to turn around. "Baby." After a few seconds Buck puts down the wooden spoons and turns around in Tommy's arms.

"Something wrong? Am I cooking something you're allergic to?" Bucks asks, concerned. He's incredibly adorable.

Tommy laughs and shakes his head. "Not at all. You just called me 'honey' and I wanted to soak in the moment."

"Oh, good," Buck says, relieved. He wraps a hand around Tommy's neck and kisses him soundly. "It kinda just slipped out, you know how I get when I'm focused," Buck says and Tommy nods. He loves that he's seeing Buck's little nuances come out. "I'll keep calling you that then," Buck smiles and his eyes are sparkling.

"Yeah, yeah. I'd like that," Tommy says quietly, reverently.

"Good. Cause I like you. I'll call you that as long as you want, honey," Buck says and kisses his cheek before turning back around.

'How about forever?' Tommy thinks. But no, that's too soon.

Not soon enough.

[luvyeni]

hii could you maybe write something with perv chenle bff? something along the lines if u love me you let me cum inside ? thank uu:))

IF YOU LOVE ME; ZHONG CHENLE

pairings. bff!chenle x fem!reader

wc. 551

warnings. perv!chenle, manipulation, fingering, unprotected sex, breeding kink, mentions of photo taking

i hope you like it💓!

chenle is your bestfriend, and you love him so much, that means you'd do anything for him, right?

—

"it's just a kiss , c'mon bestfriends kiss each other all the time." he stared into your shiny eyes. "really?" you were naive , something he loved about you , he loved that he could mold you into something only for him to use. "yes of course , would i lie to you?"

he's right , chenle was your best friend for many years , he'd never lie to you. "do you love me?" you nodded. "of course i do, i love you so much." he caressed your face. "and you'd do anything for me, right?" you nodded. "yup."

"well if you love me, you'd give me a kiss."

you pressed your lips against him softly and chenle could feel his cock stirring in his jeans , just from a simple kiss from his cute naive bestfriend, he couldn't just keep it at kiss.

"did you like it?" he pulled away, you nodded. "yes." your lips were so swollen, your eyes were glazed over, he needed more of you, the kiss wasn't enough.

"let me touch you a little." his hand crept up your skirt. "do bestfriends do this too?" you grabbed his wrist, stopping him. "of course they do, all the time." he lied, "my friends, you don't know them, they do this with there bestfriends all the time." you played with the ends of his shirt. "i don't know."

"if you love me, you'd let me touch you."

"you're so wet." he rubbed you through your panties, sliding a finger in. chenle prayed for the days he could finally touch you. "c..chenle, this feels funny." you moaned, covering your mouth. "i didn't mean to make that noise."

"it's supposed to feel like that princess, keep making those noises" he watched you struggle to keep still, squirming on his hand as he rubbed your sensitive clit, palming his cock with his other hand.

"i..t feels like something is- its fine, that's supposed to happen." chenle watched in awe as you came on his fingers, you were just as cute as he imagined when he was alone in his room, fisting his cock to pictures he took of you. he imagined how'd you feel, what pretty noises you'd make... chenle needed more, he needed to be inside you.

"can i show you what else bestfriends do?" you nodded, you trusted him, if other people did it, what's so wrong with you to doing it? "o...okay."

"c..chenle it's too much!" you moaned as he fucked into you roughly, he tried to be gentle, he really did, but the way you felt around him, he couldn't help it. "it's okay, you can take it princess, you're my good girl."

"a.am i?" your voice was so innocent, chenle felt himself getting harder. "y..yes- fuck, yes you are you're my good girl." he felt the knot tightening, he was cumming. he didn't want to pull out, he needed to fill you up to the brim with his seed.

he needed to make you his...

"princess?" he pushed the sweaty pieces of hair out of your face, you were so fucked out as you rode him— chenle was never gonna forget this day. "you love me right?" he thrusted into you . "y..yes, i..i do love you."

"well if you love me you'd let me cum inside your pretty pussy."

©️LUVYENI

[loulougoingsolo]

"Just yourself be, if weird is you."

I don't often get annoyed by Rhett or Link, and it is probably a strong word to use even now, but...today's Ear biscuits episode kinda made me growl at Rhett a little.

I'm not going to talk about the entire episode, but the guys were answering listener questions, and the last one was about midlife crises, if they have them and how.

Now, as someone who is less than a year younger than Link, I've probably tackled a crisis of my own in the recent times. (You could say my entire adult life has been a crisis, but I won't.) But I loved Link's explanation of his midlife crisis, which was basically finding the limits of how weird he can be without making Christy scratch her head too much. Like, Link basically said he is still exploring what he is and what he wants to be (and I'm not implying he was talking about his sexual identity - I think he meant he is exploring his identity in a broader context of being human). Rhett took this as an opportunity to remind Link that when someone chooses to be "weird", they need to understand that it might impact their relationships. And at that point, I growled.

I'm a weirdo. I spent way too many years of my life trying not to be weird. The funny (not really) thing was, trying to act normal only made me sick, made me behave in a very unnatural, stiff way around other people, and I was miserable. I dare to say, nowadays, after, thanks to a lot of soul-searching, therapy and embracing my true self, I come across much more likable than before. I'm not tense, I don't need to put on a mask, and I am more comfortable with myself, which just makes me more fun to be with. Syre, there are people who think I'm too weird, don't act my age, or make strange stylistic choices. The people I love accept me as I am, and I may have infected them with dashes of self-acceptance, too. So, grrr at you, Rhett.

Seriously though, I love that Link is less tense these days. I know some people are annoyed by him, but I love how he has blossomed from an antsy guy who stuck to wearing t-shirts and jeans to an actual fashion icon. He's less afraid of showing his emotions these days (good and bad), and he's just overall more at ease. I'd hate for his loved ones to try to tame him too much, and I hated the way Rhett managed to make his advice sound like a threat that if Link gets too weird, he'll lose some of his relationships.

Maybe I heard more than was said. Maybe this rubbed me the wrong way, because I see myself in Link more than I do in Rhett, and I recognize the things Link said in myself. I hope to hear other people's thoughts on this episode, and this answer about midlife crisis in particular.

Also, for anyone planning to go hiking with a cat: I love the idea, and if I see you with your cats on the trails I take, I want to be your friend. I have been known to lightly stalk a lady who was in the library with her cat on her shoulders, just so I could coo at the furbaby.

[petalsscribbles]

6. night out

The sound of Heeseung's footsteps echos along the almost empty street. The orange light on the tip of his cigarette brightens as he takes in a drag of his cigarette safely proped between his rough, tattood fingers. It's an especially cold night, but somehow his body is satisfied with his ripped jeans and leather jacket over a thin grey hoodie.

It was supposed to be an uneventful walk home, but destiny had other plans. Not far ahead in front of him is an obviously wasted man and a girl accompanying him. Heeseung's fucked up eyesight doesn't allow him to recognize the stranger's face but the loud voice is unmistakable.

It's the guy that somehow has continously popped up in Heeseung's mind ever since they met.

Yn is unique. Heeseung has truly never met someone like him. You can never quite predict what he'll do or say and Heeseung's intrigued to say the least.

The boy in question falls flat on his face with a grunt of pain as his friend laughs her ass off. Heeseung decides to approach.

"That was quite a fall." Heeseung notes as he crouches next to Yn and turns him on his back. "Can you stand?"

"I can but I don't want to." Yn asnwers and grins.

"So you're gonna spend the night here?" Heeseung asks and pokes Yn's cheek. Yn frowns and rubs the sore spot.

"You can carry me." He suggests.

"You watch too many kdramas." Heeseung retorts and scoffs. Yn just shrugs.

"Are you really not getting up?" Heeseung asks.

"Nope."

"Fine. Get on my back." Heeseung turns around and Yn lazily climbs onto his back, resting his arms on Heeseung's broad shoulders. "I'll take it from here." He states as he turns to the girl. She just smiles and waves, seemingly a little drunk herself.

The whole way to Yn's room is filled with his unintelligeble mumbling. He even takes out his phone to type something out.

Heeseung is quite worn out by the time he finally arrives to the building, climbs a few flights of stairs and sets Yn on his bed. He helps him out of his clothes except underwear and gets him a new T-shirt.

It's funny. They've seen each other few times already, but Heeseung never quite noticed how attractive Yn actually is until he saw him sprawled out on flowery bed sheets under the dim flickering light of a cheap lamp.

Heeseung takes a second to truly appreciate his features as he leans in a little closer. He's just Heeseung's type.

Suddenly the two make eye contact. Yn visibly squirms under Heeseung's intense gaze. Heeseung doesn't move away however, instead he puts his right hand on Yn's cheek, thumb lightly grazing the warm skin in short strokes.

"How drunk are you?" He whispers.

"Not that much anymore. I think the pain sobered me up a little." Yn answers, voice weak.

"If I tried to kiss you right now, would you let me?" Heeseung adds. Yn nods slowly and the other doesn't hesitate.

He leans in, his lips moving slowly against Yn's while he slowly wraps his arms around Heeseung's neck. Heeseung's own hand slowly travels south until his fingers sneak their way under the hem of Yn's T-shirt.

Then all of a sudden Yn completely stops reciprocating. Heeseung pulls away, wondering what went wrong.

Yn passed out is what happened. Heeseung can't help but laugh in disbelief.

"Better luck next time."

a/n: KISS KISS FALL IN LOVE

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[cherryeclipw]

My random ghost headcanons

sfw

warnings: mention of s3lf h4rm

-his usual outffit when he is not on duty is jeans, a band t shirt and a hoodie with some overused sneakers. Don't get me wrong, they are clean and well taken care off but he has been wearing them since forever

-Im so convinced he is into metallll 😵‍💫 I don't think he would be the type to go to concerts and do corpse paint but he often listens to it

-Ok so this man is tall AND muscular. He probably eats the amount of food in a day that an average family consumes in a week (jk) And he isn't picky with what he eats. When he is hungry he is in such a bad mood

-would be such a good girl dad

-Actually calm and very well self regulated in public. When he is alone thought he tends to explode at the smallest thing and sometimes he hurts himself. He would never admit it though because he thinks that makes him weak

-his hair is permanently a mess, he can never get it to look put together

-He always uses the same deodorant brand or the same perfume. Very loyal to what he likes in all the ways possible

-his love lenguage is acts of service. He doesn't mind getting in trouble or having a bad time to help someone he cares for

-Has this very specific way to tie his shoes

-doesnt get jokes, only understands bad dad jokes

-TALKING ABOUT DAD JOKES...when he gets drunk he starts screaming and laughing and cracking jokes and choking on his laugher, just a funny mess

-He is a huge believer of quality over quantity

-Loves cars and loves car drives and is so mad he can't drive well, he has tried so many times but he can never manages to drive decently for over 3 minutes

-Has the cutest laugh

-His favorite food is chicken and rice, so basic but he devours every single time

-Cant stand loud sudden noises. He doesn't really react too much to them physically but internally he freaks out

-He struggles with insomnia, but when he feels safe (which is very few times) he actually falls asleep like a baby

- Doesn't like have his picture taken, so if he lets you take a selfie with him consider yourself privileged

- Very good listener

[daidonzo]

Chapter 18 - Brown eyes, I hold you near [Chishiya x Reader]

"You broke your nose. It happens."

"To who?"

"Boxers?"

"You didn't just say that."

"What?"

"You are telling me "ohhhhh, it happens" as if breaking my nose was the most normal thing in the world and when I ask, my dear, my love, my sweetheart, light of my life, my moon, my stars, who does that happen to… You say people who literally punch each other's faces for a living!?"

Chishiya chuckled, and Kuina burst into laughter. But you were not laughing at all. Your nose was broken, which meant it was crooked, which meant you looked ugly. And one would believe looking ugly should have been the least of your concerns in a place where you were doomed to die if you didn't play stupid, psychotic games. But they would be really, really wrong.

The blonde man was holding your face between his hands, examining your now officially declared broken nose.

"You never called me any of those things."

"What do you mean?"

"Dear, love, sweetheart. Light of your life, your moon, your stars."

You were shooting daggers with your eyes. Kuina was almost on the ground, wheezing and squeaking from laughing so much.

"It's not that bad. You still look very pretty."

"You used to say beautiful before."

"You still look beautiful. But…"

"But!?"

"You are bruised under your eyes. It will go away, but you look slightly bloated. Your lips too."

"Have you ever seen anyone getting a nose surgery?" The woman with dreadlocks intervened, still wearing her blue bikini, but now also wearing jeans on top. You had all changed outfits - Chishiya was wearing grey sweatpants, a darker grey t-shirt and a grey and white cardigan (the man knew his color theory and was sticking to it). You were wearing jeans as well, although not bedazzled like Kuina's and a funny graphic t-shirt in your favorite color.

"Kuina!" You cried out.

"Your lips tho… You look like Angelina Jolie."

Both of your friends (was Chishiya your friend? Was he something more? What was he? Sometimes you thought you were lovers, sometimes merely very good friends) were having fun, and you were glad for it. But, did the punchline need to be your face?

You were on your way to a subway station, Chishiya had said. He had found a drawing, even before you met, in the jacket of a player who had tried to kill them in the game he had shared with Arisu and Usagi, that he just recently realized was a map. To you, it looked like a circle with a million lines.

"Do you keep and carry with you every little piece of paper you find?" You had messed with him.

"No. Just this one. Ah, and your drawing of a tree." He got the piece of paper out of his pocket, unfolded it, and showed you. And there it was.

You honestly hadn't been paying too much attention after that moment, lost in his brown eyes as you were while he was telling the story, but you had gathered that the person in question had been wearing a horse mask and that Chishiya thought he had been the dealer of the game, just like Asahi was of the ten of hearts.

You, of course, wanted to know what the deal with the dealers was, as redundant as that sounded. But, just for a day or two, you needed a break. The three of you had days on your visa, all of the numbered cards and were alive. So you had decided not to think about it.

It wasn't working out well, since your friends kept bringing it up. They were not like you, they didn't like to use ignorance as a coping mechanism.

But… Now at least they were focused on your nose. And whole face, apparently.

"Don't worry." The blonde man said, pressing for a second his lips against your forehead. "You will heal."

"Will it look crooked?" You asked in a tiny voice, wondering if he would feel pity for you and it would earn you another one of those kisses.

"No."

There were no more signs of affections, but at least the news were good.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------- You cussed on your mother tongue.

You had finally reached the place in Chishiya's map. It was, indeed, an incredibly tall and futuristic-looking room that one would access through subway tunnels.

It was… Hard to describe. It almost reminded you of a beehive. Or of a betting house. Both, actually. There were plenty of computers and screens, maybe even hundreds of the latter. Headphones, pens, papers, chairs and other office materials were scattered around. And corpses. So many corpses.

People that were killed by the laser in the sky, judging by the hole on their heads and on their chins. And not long ago, as they hadn't begun to rot.

You were about to say something, but Chishiya grabbed you by the arm. "Come, someone else is here."

And he was right, of course, because no less than five minutes later Arisu and Usagi entered the room. Chishiya's posture visibly relaxed, making you realize just now he had been tense since he had heard footsteps. What was going on inside that beautiful head of his, and why couldn't he let you and Kuina know?

"So you finally found this place, as expected from someone I have high hopes for." Chishiya said, letting you go and walking towards Arisu, and you almost had to contain a laugh. You literally, had arrived maybe 10 minutes ago. Maximum. The smile on your face lingered for a few seconds until all the corpses came into your peripheral vision. It faltered, then. "We meet again." The blonde man continued.

"Probably Arisu and Usagi are not excited as you since you betrayed them." You thought to yourself, but said nothing, not wanting to bring it up. You had avoided talking about it, as well, trying to tell yourself that if you were to love Chishiya, you had to love all of him. Including his Machiavellian manoeuvres.

"Thanks to you guys, I have all the numbered playing cards with me. So, thank you." The blonde man showed them the cards, curving his lips upwards.

"How did you find this place?" Arisu asked.

Instead of answering, Chishiya showed him the drawing he had found in the body of the horse-faced dealer. "Took me some time to realize this is actually a map, of a subway station." He put in back into his jacket, walking aimlessly around the room, hands in his pockets. "What happens when we collect all the playing cards? I thought I would know the answer after I came here. But there's only one thing I discovered."

"That makes one of us." You whispered, low enough none of them could hear you, looking at Kuina from the corner of your eye, who seemed as clueless as you. You had your own theories, of course. One of them and your particular favorite was that you were actually in something like The Truman Show, a reality television program, and there were hidden cameras everywhere, broadcasting your every movement to the whole world. Hi mum, hi dad! But it was not plausible.

Other had to do with George Orwell's 1984… Wait, that one actually made sense.

"Judging by the fact that they were all killed after our victory…"

"There's someone above them." You said, out loud, everyone in the room looking at you. You felt cohibited all of a sudden, but after seeing the proud look on Chishiya's face, you decided you were going to share your conjectures in public more often, crazy as they seemed.

Big Brother was still watching, then.

"But who could they be?" Usagi wondered.

"Who knows? They could be aliens. Or God himself." Chishiya was still looking at you, and you tried to hide a smile by pressing your lips together. You knew he was messing with you. You had told him about those two theories.

The screens around you started to flicker, and power turned on in the building.

SPECIAL URGENT BROADCAST.

"Congratulations to all players!" A woman's voice exclaimed, excitedly. You got closer to Kuina, who had the best vision out of the five of you, but also placed yourself as near as possible to Chishiya, suddenly feeling scared and wanting the comfort of his presence.

The woman was nothing but a blurry figure at the beginning. When the image focused, you all saw Mira. One of The Beach's Executive Members.

Big Brother was not only watching, he had been infiltrated between you. All this time.

"With the exception of the face card games all of you have cleared all of the numbered games so far, and emerged victors. A sweet victory achieved by sacrificing numerous lives. I wonder… how many of your comrades have died?" Her face was so innocent, so pure. She looked like a person who wouldn't even hurt a fly.

"Try remembering… Those that were shot dead with a gun." You didn't need to think too hard, as images of players getting shot started to play on the screens. "That girl you burned alive." One of Arisu's games, in which him and four others were screaming in panic, the body of a girl burning in front of them. "Those struck with the lasers, and those who drowned." This time, you saw yourself, chained by your legs to the bottom of a glass container, screaming guesses to stupid riddles in agony. "Those whose heads were blown off. Those comrades of yours." Images of the massacre at The Beach. Of other games.

"The despair you've felt so far and those dying moments that you can never forget. I'm extremely touched!" No, what she was, is a psychopath. "We would like to give you a present."

"Are you returning us to the original world?" Kuina deadpanned.

You knew the answer before Mira said anything.

"There will be new games!" Please, no. "Let's play together! You'll fight for face cards!"

"I don't dislike the idea." Chishiya whispered, but he was looking at you. His hand finding yours once more.

You were surprised at how calm and collected you were. The realization that you had absolutely no power or control over your life hadn't affected you at all. And you knew why.

You had been expecting it.

You had been hopeful, yes, but no matter how much you liked to play dumb, you were not stupid. You sighed, and to Chishiya's interrogating look, you simply nodded.

You were fine.

You would play the games.

You would survive.

"The next stage will commence tomorrow at noon." Mira announced.

"At least one thing is different…" Arisu hadn't taken his eyes off of the screen. "Now we are seeing our target."

You left the building to appear at the centre of Shibuya, where all of the screens were showing "NEXT STAGE" in all caps, as if it was the more exciting thing to ever happen. Giant zeppelins were flying through the city, each of them displaying one of the remaining cards.

"We are going to get through this." Chishiya's voice. You realized you hadn't spoken a word yet.

"I know."

"I am not going anywhere."

"I know."

He smiled.

"I love you."

You were this close to saying "I know" for a third time, just like Han Solo did in Star Wars. But that was not like you. You looked at him in the eyes, feeling butterflies, wasps, bees, fireflies, beetles and every fluttery-insect in the animal kingdom inside of you. He loved you.

Everything was going to be okay.

"I love you, too."

And then, the noise of an anti-tank rifle being shot.

[dlea203]

Aww, thank you for the tag, my love🥰!

Appearance:

Straight hair that hits my shoulders, natural brunette but on the lighter side

5'51'' 😜 (which is 1.68m in the european unit😅)

brown eyes (sometimes there's a sprinkle of green in them)

EDIT: Damn, I forgot my glasses😂! I wear burgundy-colored hexagonal glasses or contacts when I do sports.

Makeup usually only when I go to uni or on special occasions (even then not every day, my skin is not taking it well)

I've got my ears pierced (but just earlobes to wear earrings) - funny story: I first got them pierced when I was six and let them grow shut when I lost one of my favorite earrings😂. Then I got them pierced again when I was around twelve, but one hole got pierced too low and I was afraid of ripping my earlobe, so I let them grow shut again. But just a few years later, I decided to do it for the third time and now I'm wearing earrings almost every day😂.

T-shirts and jeans are my go to, but I love to wear a sundress from time to time☺️! And in Canada I bought three cargo pants that are my absolute new favorites to wear😍!

Oh, and ever since I received my confirmation when I was 16, I'm wearing my necklace with a cross pendant every day☺️ (I was gifted said necklace by my grandparents - on my request😂).

Hobbies and talents:

gymnastics (again���� - long story😂...)

I can play the piano and the guitar, but only the piano spontaneously😂. I should get back into it though...

apparently writing, according to you guys out there😂

love listening to music

watching movies or tv shows

but sometimes I also watch documentaries of ARTE (they're so freakin' fascinating!)

Relationships:

Hahhaahah, never had one😂!

Not even been kissed yet... (I think something's wrong with me...)

So I'm stuck to crushing on actors/singers/celebrities in general😜😅

Also I don't have many friends... I have one friend that studies with me, we've been hanging out since High school, but she's partly related with me, so... the rest of my old school mates either doesn't talk to me anymore or we've never been close anyway🤷🏻‍♀️

I'm not good at this friends/relationships sort of thing. Or I'm just not likeable and cool to hang out with... No idea what I'm doing wrong🤷🏻‍♀️😂

Aesthetics:

I have no real clue what those are, so I'll just try😂:

sunset/sunrise

winter in Switzerland (provided it actually snows😂)

pastel colors or warm ones (like ocher, the brighter shades of brown, etc.)

cats😍

Miscellaneous:

I'm 3/4 swiss and 1/4 dutch (it's in my bio already, I know😂)

I'm 3.5 years older than my sister and I'm the eldest grandchild of all my grandparents

I speak german, english, french and a tiny bit spanish and dutch

my third year of studying law will start in just over a month; if I pass, I'll have my bachelor in law

Coffee lover all the way since 13😍!

I'm very shy (and apparently closed off, as I was repeatedly told) in real life, even if I don't seem like that on here😂...

but if I like someone, my affection becomes very deep pretty soon; like, I love wholeheartedly if I do (I can't do this half affection half not, that's not for me - apparently that comes from being highly sensitive, which I discovered I am😅😌)

I wrote a book during high school (which was also part of my graduation paper - in Switzerland, you have to write a graduation paper if you want to pass the Matura (=university entrance qualification), which is supposed to be part of a trilogy, but I have yet to publish part 2 and write part 3😂. Also, it's in german and I'll make sure you guys will never get a hand on it, 'cause it's absolutely mortifying😂! Bear with me, I was brave enough to publish 5 years, which sometimes feels like a mistake too🫠...

No pressure tags: @autumntouched @coraphoenix @nolita-fairytale and whoever wants to join the fun!

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APPEARANCE

i’m over 5’5” // i wear glasses/contacts // i have blonde hair // i prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // i have one or more piercings // i have at least one tattoo // i have blue eyes // i have dyed or highlighted my hair // i have gotten plastic surgery // i have or had braces // i sunburn easily // i have freckles // i paint my nails // i typically wear make-up // i don’t often smile // i am pleased with how i look // i prefer nike to adidas // i wear baseball hats backwards

HOBBIES AND TALENTS

i play a sport // i can play an instrument // i am artistic // i know more than one language // i have won a trophy in some sort of competition // i can cook or bake without a recipe // i know how to swim // i enjoy writing // i can do origami // i prefer movies to tv shows // i can execute a perfect somersault // i enjoy singing // i could survive in the wild on my own // i have read a new book series this year // i enjoy spending time with friends // i travel during school or work breaks // i can do a handstand

Relationships

i am in a relationship // i have been single for over a year // i have a crush // i have a best friend i have known for ten years // my parents are together // i have dated my best friend // i am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // i have a long distance relationship // i am an only child // i give advice to my friends // i have made an online friend // i met up with someone i have met online

AESTHETICS

i have heard the ocean in a conch shell // i have watched the sun rise // i enjoy rainy days // i have slept under the stars // i meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // i enjoy the smell of the beach // i know what snow tastes like // i listen to music to fall asleep // i enjoy thunderstorms // i enjoy cloud watching // i have attended a bonfire // i pay close attention to colors // i find mystery in the ocean // i enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favorite season

MISCELLANEOUS

i can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // i am the mom friend // i live by a certain quote // i like the smell of sharpies // i am involved in extracurricular activities // i enjoy mexican food // i can drive a stick-shift // i believe in true love // i make up scenarios to fall asleep // i sing in the shower // i wish i lived in a video game // i have a canopy above my bed // i am multiracial // i am a redhead // i own at least three dogs

Tagging: @dingochef @saiilorstars @dckweed @crazyk-imagine @mak-32 @chickensarentcheap @hisredheadedgoddess28 @carsgeek24 @callsign-magnolia @thedroneranger @penwieldingdreamer @mayhemmanaged @rosiahills22 @horseslovers2016 @horseshoegirl @shanimallina87 @roosterforme

[ddoxhan]

to you

there's not a day I don't think of you

word count : 1.2k words

genre : fluff; jimin showed you what love feels like

tw : none :)

a/n : can someone love me and look at me like I'm their entire world? but I'm just a stressed and sleep deprived student :3 happy (fluffy) halloween in advance 🤍 enjoy !!

like the flowers fluttering its petals to the wind breeze, my heart flutters to the sight of you. we never crossed paths before meeting each other at the collaborating club event. it wasn't unexpected when we were like opposite poles of a magnet; you were the beautiful, kind-hearted queen bee and I was infamous for being cold and unyielding. like the famous saying "opposites attract", I was truly attracted to you.

sometimes, I'd wonder, what sort of fate brought you, yu jimin, to me. to be utterly honest, I've always felt like the world was against me my entire life. but you just barged into my life to show me that what I saw was only just one side of the coin. and you were right, but there's more than meets the eye.

that other side of the coin would not have been such bliss if it weren't for you by my side. out of everyone, you chose to show me. our first encounter wasn't the best side of me, especially not when I was going through the never ending hell of assignments. but you still stuck with whatever I was at that time.

I still remember what you wore that day, a simple t-shirt paired with denim jeans, and that lovely ass light blue cardigan. it's still my favourite look on you, and it would never, ever change. unless you pull a hidden wild card, which I hope not because that was already a lot to take in. you know what I mean, right? that was hell of a way for me to say that you were breathtaking.

another day of fluttering petals soon turned to falling leaves, painting pavements in a hue of warmth. I was so eager to see you again after the endless semester break. you just knew your way into my heart because the moment I laid my eyes on you, there you were, flashing an irresistible smile at me. can I take it that you recognize me? but I hope it isn't because what rumors say about me, but witnessing that bright smile directed at me, I might have just fallen deeper. damn you, yu jimin. you really made me become a fool in love.

the admiration lasted months before it bloomed into friendship, and I am starting to feel creeped out, by my own actions of course. because why am I such a coward for not going up to you? what happened to cold and unyielding, as all I see is lovesick and helpless. you had an effect on me, making me malfunction whenever you're within my radius and faltering at the eye contact we make. I don't know anymore, I don't know what I am supposed to do with these feelings. I really don't want to get hurt again.

yet you proved me wrong, again. I wasn't going to get hurt, I didn't not know what I was supposed to do with these feelings. all I needed was that embrace from you, both physically and mentally. you hugged me out of the blue when the music festival had passed the first half. what in the odds was it for you to just hug me, totally unbiased. furrowing my eyebrows, you eased them with your short, cute fingers. man, I wish I could hold them.

it was followed by a giggle, supposedly because I probably looked very dumb and confused.

"what's on your mind?"

I couldn't possible answer 'you' which would make me a weirdo for doing so.

"whatever just happened...?"

"I just hugged you, that's about it."

"no reason?"

"there is, but now might not be the right time to say it."

"why not?"

"because you look like a lost puppy and I don't want to make you look more like one."

"say it, or I'll... poke you with those balloons."

wow, I can't believe I just said something so stupid in years. but you looked so happy hearing it, leaning and holding onto me while you bursted out into laughter. what about me? what about my heart that's about to explode from palpitations?

"you're so funny... this is why I like you."

"????"

no joke, those question marks represented both my facial expressions and my words. and again, yu jimin made me a fool.

"I like you, puppy."

words, what is that? something edible? the last thing on my mind was for you to just straight up tell me you liked me. because what in the odds were there for someone as perfect as you are to be fond of someone like me. the answer was yes with that confession.

"I.. like you too.."

barely came out properly due to the never ending palpitations I was feeling. but I needed to show you that my feelings were beyond that.

"I love you, a lot. way more than you know, longer than you think. like christina perri's 'a thousand years', yes, that's how it feels like when I am around you. time goes so slow, yet so fast. but with you, I learned to cherish every moment I had with you. hope was something that used to be my will to live. but now, that has changed. you, are my will to live. I love you, yu jimin. more than you can imagine."

it was your turn to freeze. somehow, your gaze slowly dipped to the ground, like it was so much more interesting than whatever we were talking about. I knew it was just you being shy as that was a habit of yours whenever I'd compliment you at times.

"look at me, jimin."

yet you still kept your head down, unwilling to face me as you didn't want me to see your crimson cheeks (but I could already imagine and that's the only thing I want to see).

"yu jimin."

although you gave in to lift your head up, your attention was on everything but me. I guess I just needed to do something for me to deserve that attention from you.

but it definitely wasn't a kiss that I had in mind (my heart said otherwise). my hands automatically cupped your cheeks, pulling you in closer than ever. though, I believe I succeeded when your cute doe eyes widened at the feeling of my lips on yours.

letting go of your soft lips, I was left breathless from that otherworldly experience. I might be in trouble because my next addiction after crossword puzzles might just be your lips. damn, I sound so whipped.

"do you love me?"

"..."

"if you can't give me an answer, I will-"

"...I do..."

"but I'm a handful and I might-"

"nothing can change my mind. even if you have all the flaws to list, I'd love every single one with my whole heart. no one's perfect, jimin, people learn to embrace their flaws and be themselves."

your eyes sparkled as tears started to collect at the brim. no, I never wanted to make you cry, yet it was fine as those seemed to be happy tears. a faint smile curled up against your lips, looking at me so adoringly.

"will you love me, yu jimin?"

"yes, I will. for the rest of my life."

even if you don't fulfill that promise, it's okay. to me, you just need to be you, be it good or bad. to me, everything in my life has started to revolve around you.

to you, I will be the best I can be, loving every moment of us together from now on.

[jessnotfoundd]

I’m new to your blog and I was wondering could you do a gn reader x Tommy?

It’s idk really but the reader is very quiet and when Tommy meets them and gets to know them they become like Tommy. Like loud,funny etc

Thank if you can do it! :]

Of course !!!! if you find a bad pronoun let me know!

𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮

Pairing: cc!Tommtinnit x GNreader!

Masterlist here!

I was sitting at the back of the class, and I can see the blond, who's been sitting with me for weeks now, he's really loud and energetic, but fun after all.

-Hey, how's my favorite classmate doing?- he put his left hand up, and y lifted mine to handshake him.

-Great- that's all he probably hear from me for today, it's not him, it's me, I've been quiet all my life.

-Someday Imma make you talk nonsense like me all day- he looks at me smirking and I smile while nodding, it's nice having someone like him.

The class starts and we do our homework in silence, I enjoy being in silence with him.

A few weeks after he was still trying, he even introduced me to his friends so I won't spend recess alone.

-Hi- everyone turns their heads to see me, It's my first time outside the school with them, Tommy invites us all to bowls and my mom thought it would be great to be out for once.

-Hey, you came.- the blond pulls me in a hug and for the first time, I hug him too.- Uh you're hugging me, I don't want to leave this moment- he giggles and I do so. After a few moments, I push him so I could say hi to the rest.

A few rounds going and Bill talks to me.

-So, you are right now with people that can't shout their mouths for a second, how do you feel?- I smile.

-Safe- It's all, he smiles.

-Great, you're one of us now-

Tommy smiles at me from the other corner and I smile back at him.

A month went by since Bill told me I was one of them and since then, they really make me feel that. We would do lots of things together and Tommy would never stop telling me how proud he is of me for trying.

-Tomas, shut up I crack a laugh, we were talking about video games with the guys and Tommy wouldn't stop making fun of me for my favorite games.

-Make me- he puts his lips in my direction. Instead of a kiss I gently slap his cheek and we all laugh.- Pussy.- he blurts and I look at him.

-I'm not a pussy- I take him by the cheeks and left a brief kiss on his lips. He looks stunned.

-Perfect, y/n, now he's in love.- Tubbo jokes and i giggle a little.

After a few hours, It turns out to be a sleepover at Tommy's house. So we were coming to his house, it was a little cold and I was just wearing some jeans and a t-shirt. I snuggle on Tommy's arm while walking.

-You're cold?- he looks at me for a second, breaking the conversation he was having with Freddy.

-Yes, I should have brought a hoodie or something.- he stops and I stop by him, he was taking his hoodie out.- No, put it back on you.-

-No, It's okay, use it.- he gives it to me.

-Tommy, I don't want you to be cold.-

-I won't, I swear.- he kisses my cheek and I take de Hoodie I smile at the fragrance it has still.

We walk again with the others and I intertwine our fingers.

-Do you mind?- I move my head to our hands and he denies it, squeezing my hand a little.

After a few days, Tommy didn't want his hoodie back, saying I could keep it 'cause it looks better in me' and I can't help but feel great.

-Someone asked for a gentleman and ice cream?- He's at my bedroom door with ice cream in his hands.

-Nop, wrong door- we both smile.

-Maybe someone asked for a full pack of friends and tons of ice cream?- I see a few heads poke into my room.

-Yeah. I did, why is Tommy here?-. I giggle and he throws himself at me.

-You're crazy for me being here, don't lie to yourself.- He taps my nose and I tickle him until he lets me go.

-Whatever.-

We were all playing monopoly, my head is on the blonde shoulder while Aimsey and I talk about coffee.

-Who would tell you would be so talkative now.- Tommy smiles at me.

-It's all because of you, you idiot.-

-Wow, taunts-

I stick my tongue out like a little kid and he does the same to me.

[lokisprettygirl]

OK I JJUST THOUGHT OF THIS SCENARIO AND I NEED IT TO BE RLLY FLUFFY 😭🥺💕💕 (then maybe a lil smutty in the end too 🙈)

loki and y/n trying to get into some kinky sh*t for the first time maybe roleplaying? then one of them--maybe y/n--breaking character and just laughing mid-roleplay LOL and eventually they continue it <3333

Oh this got a little smuttier but I hope you'll enjoy it 💚

Warning : 18+

"Doctor Loki may I come in" You knocked on the door, and opened it slightly to peek in. He had a smirk on his face and he nodded his head so you could enter his clinic. 

"Miss Y/n Y/l/n? Tell me what seems to be the problem" he asked you as you sat down on the chair on the other side of the desk, he was handsome, too handsome for his own good. His raven black curly hair went past his shoulder. The blue shirt underneath his lab coat contrasted perfectly with his green eyes. You licked on your lips as he caught you staring.

"Ummm I have been having this sharp pain in my lower belly, it's been killing me" you mumbled and he scribbled something on the pad he held in his hand.

"Anything else bothering you?" He asked you and you shook your head. 

"Sit on the examination table Please" you stood up and he watched you step on the block then get yourself on the table. His eyes raked over your plump ass that looked amazing in your blue jeans. He stood up and walked towards you, he had a stethoscope hanging around his neck so he put the earpiece in. 

The closer he got to you, the more you felt aroused by him. He was a sight to behold.

"Take a deep breath for me love" his voice was dark and deep, you took a deep breath and he pressed the chest piece over your chest, right above your breasts, you bit on your lips to stifle your moan as he pressed it on your sternum, then moved them to the right and left in a caressing manner.

"Something wrong doctor?" You asked him in a sultry voice and he smiled .

"I'm not sure, can you lie down for me darling" you laid down on his table and he raised your shirt up, then he pressed three of his fingers below your navel, you took a deep breath as he pinched a little harder

"Do you feel the pain when I press it like this?" You shook your head and he moved his hands lower and lower. You couldn't help but moan as he pressed between your legs. 

"Does it hurt here ?" 

"Mmmm yess doc ..right there, but I'm not sure, can you do it again please?" He smiled and pressed again, earning a sweet little moan from you

"Awh you poor thing, it must really bother you hmm..don't worry doctor loki will help you alright?" You don't know if it was the way he addressed himself as doctor loki or what but you ended up laughing right there, you were in fits of laughter and he couldn't stop himself from chuckling too.

"What.. what are you doing y/n" he chuckled as you sat up on the table, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer.

"I'm sorry..I'm sorry but..I " you started laughing again and he joined you this time.

"This was your idea, you silly little thing" he pulled your head back from between his neck and kissed you softly.

"I'm sorry..it's just, I wasn't ready for doctor loki it seems" you chuckled and he rolled his eyes 

"Ahhh I ruined it didn't I?" He mumbled so you kissed his forehead.

"Noo I was actually enjoying it alot, you could never ruin it for me" he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer. 

"Mmhm is that the truth?" He leaned forward and kissed you again, his tongue swiped against your lips 

"Where did you get this stethoscope from?" You giggled and he looked down at it.

"I asked Banner," you raised your brows in curiosity as he said that. The image of him going to Bruce and asking him for a stethoscope was too funny.

"And he just gave it to you, didn't ask any question?" 

"Oh no he wanted to know why would I ever need one" you chuckled and caressed his head at how adorable he looked like that. 

"And what did you say?" 

"I told him that I wanted to listen to my darling's heartbeat, which reminds me I should do that now " your eyes softened and you let out an audible gasp at the gesture. He really was the sweetest thing to exist.

"There you are..my beautiful girl with her beautiful heartbeats, I'm keeping this stethoscope" he closed his eyes as he listened to your heartbeat, he'd often put his head over your chest to listen to them while you both cuddled but it sounded so much clearer with this device.

"You're so cute you know that right?" You cupped his cheeks and kissed his forehead again. 

"Mmm but i still  suck at being a medical professional" you chuckled and wrapped your legs around him then you pulled him in for a heated kiss. His mouth opened up slightly and you used the opportunity to push your tongue inside him. You love his taste, You could never get enough of him. When you pulled away you had an innocent but naughty look on your face

"I'm so sorry doc, I don't know why I did that, that was so inappropriate of me" you gasped and he took two steps away from you as he realized you wanted to get back into the roleplay.

"That was very inappropriate miss y/n, can you behave from this moment onwards?" He asked you in a no nonsense strict tone and you nodded.

"Yes doc..I'll be a good girl I promise, please fix me, I'm in so much pain and I need your help" you batted your eyelashes, he was having hard time controlling his smile but he wanted to fulfill your fantasy of being taken by a doctor.

"Good girl huh? You want to be my good girl right?" He caressed your cheeks and then started to unbutton your shirt slowly. 

"Mmm yess please, make me good doc" you moaned as he unbuttoned all the way from top to bottom, your blood red bra was exposed for his eyes.

"So you said you were feeling the pain here right?" He spread your legs apart and placed his hand between your legs, right over your covered mounds, you let out a moan as he pressed his fingers over it

"Ohhh yess right there doc it hurts so bad" your voice came out all whimpery as the sensation started to build in your core from his mere touch. 

"I feel your pain darling, does it hurt here too? Don't be shy, you can share everything, I'm your doctor after all, be open with me " He cupped your breasts with both of his hands and gave it a squeeze. 

"Oh god yes..it hurts there too but it feels so good when you squeeze them" you looked down as his large hands covered your breasts and he gave them a squeeze repeatedly.

"Hmm that's uncommon..I'll have to see what the problem could be. Want me to take your bra off so I can examine further?" you nodded as you bit on your lips and He pulled the straps of your bra down, then he unhooked it with one hand and kept it away. He then pinched your nipples between his fingers, you placed your arms to your side and gripped the edge of the table, you moaned loudly as he pinched them again.

"You might have serious complications y/n, let me see if everything is okay down there or not, as your doctor I'm so so worried about you" he mumbled softly and unbuttoned your jeans, then he pulled your jeans off, your drenched panties followed quickly. He spread your legs and rubbed his fingers between your lips 

"Fuck doc..oh god..it hurts so bad please fix me.. please cure me.. I'll do anything for you" you mumbled incoherently as his fingers continued their expert ministrations on your swollen nubs.

"Oh good girl, you have been such a good patient so far, all naked and spread open for your doctor so he could fix you, I'm going to cure you love, don't you worry" he whispered, making you gasp as his middle finger slid inside you, you leaned backwards on your elbows, giving him more access to your soaked entrance. 

"Does that feel a little better?" 

"Oh yess it does, so good doc, the pain is dissipating, you're so good at healing..you have such healing hands, please keep healing me" you moaned and you felt him add another finger to stretch you out even more

"I bet this makes you feel even better hmm? Poor thing, your pussy has been neglected it seems and my hands are not enough, you need to be filled with something long and thick, your pussy is hurting and there's only one way to cure you" you heard the sound of his zipper going down so you looked at him, his cock was begging for some attention too, he was hard and leaking as well. 

"Ohhh that's so big, doctor, you think that'll fit inside me?" You asked him innocently and he smirked in response

"You'll have to take it if you want to get healed sweetheart, you have been so good so far, can you let your doctor put his thick cock inside you so he could make the pain go away?" He rubbed the tip between your lips as he spoke, you moaned again at the sensation. 

"Oooh that feels so good..mmm please put it inside me doc, I need your cock to fix me, I want to be a good patient and take everything my doc wants to give me" he continued to stroke his cock over your lips, rubbing his precum all over you, mixing his juices with yours 

"Yeah? Is it lessening the pain right? You're being so good, taking your medicine so well" he thrusted inside you and you laid down, your head went over the edge of the narrow table. 

"That's so good doc..you're the best doctor I have ever been to..oh yess keep going" 

"And you're the naughtiest patient I have ever had, mmm now everytime I look at this table I'll think about your dripping pussy. I wish every patient of mine was a dirty little whore like you, so desperate to take your doctor's cock inside you hmm?" He mumbled filthily as he rolled his hips, his cock moving in and out of you 

"Ohh doc yes, I'm your whore, you don't need anyone else, I'll be here for my next appointment..I'll be here everyday" you mumbled and then you looked at him. You just needed him to do one more thing 

"Get naked ...but keep the lab coat on Please" you put your head up and he stopped his movements quickly then he pulled himself out. He quickly undressed himself and put the lab coat on again.

"Ohh that's so good..keep the stethoscope around your neck too" he chuckled at your request

"You're so weird and I'm so in love with you darling, you're my everything" he rolled the tube around his neck, leaned down over you to give you a soft kiss before he thrusted inside you again 

"I love you so much lolo ..you're the sexiest doctor there ever could be..fuck" 

He didn't stop until he was exhausted, until he came all inside you, and made you cum over and over again. He wasn't done with you even after that, after fucking you like that he got you on fours, climbed on the damn table and fucked you like that until you were sorr and begged him to stop.

"Fucking god that was awesome" you said to him as you both laid down on the filthy ruined table to catch your breath. 

"That was something love, fuck I love being your doctor, I would forget about all the midgardian ethical codes if I actually was one and you were my naughty patient" you giggled as you snuggled close to him, he still had the lab coat on, it actually did suit him.

"Mmm I would want to be your favorite patient if you were a doctor indeed" you smiled and pulled him even closer for a kiss, he chuckled as he looked at you. His kinky y/n, the best ever, his heart swells every time he looks at you.

"By the way I think we should do the thief caught by a cop thing" 

Now who is going to give him the cop uniform? 

[littlegodzilla]

Hi!! I love your writing! I just had an idea for a request where the group goes to an Alexandria (or Kingdom or Commonwealth) party and reader is wearing a dress but gets cold and Daryl gives her his vest and at the end of the night they walk back home together and have a heart to heart and maybe some confessions are made and something more or something like that? I just love the idea of him giving the reader one of his most prized possessions 😭 Thank you!! 🥰

Hello Anon!!

Thank you so much, I'm glad you liked my stories!

I loved the idea about a soft fluff Daryl, it's always funny to write something different!

I hope you'll like it!!

Not get cold...

Daryl Dixon x FemReader.

Anon Request.

Commonwealth Era.

Warning: Fluff. Confessions. Shy protective and jealous Daryl.

Words: 2270.

Taglist: @phoenixblack89 @browneyes528 @pncnsc @purple-serenity @lilythemadqueen @twdeadfanfic @darylsgarden @srhxpci @xxtinasxxblog @ruinedbythehobbit

(I know it doesn't nothing to do with the story, but just look at him... God!)

It's a stupid thing, you knew it the first time you heard Pamela talked about it. A welcoming party, really? It wasn't necessary, you all passed trought that in Alexandria, and this time was stupid too. But here you are. Looking for a good dress to wear that night. You sigh deeply trying to focus your mind. To be honest it's good being in a safe place again. You miss Alexandria a lot, but now everything is in ruines, there's no food, security, the children need to grow up in a safe place and all your walls are down to the ground so... You can't complain.

Carol approaches you at one of the hangers where you are looking at various dresses. The Commonwealth is as if the world never stopped, food stores, clothes, restaurants, upper and lower classes, money. It still seems crazy to you today.

"Have you found anything?" she asks you in a soft tone, but you shake your head.

With Carol you have a special friendship, whenever she came to The Kingdom, you became friends and even sometimes you feel her like a mother, which sometimes makes you nervous, as you don't think she is much older than Daryl and he... you shake your head as your thoughts start to wander and your cheeks redden. You look through the dresses and find one you like showing it to her, who nods.

"Try it on, see how it looks on you." She encourages you and you slip into one of the fitting rooms.

The dress really does look like it's waiting for you. It fits your body perfectly, marking your beautiful curves without being overdone or making you feel uncomfortable, it enhances your chest and you really feel good and strange. It's been a long time since you've worn a dress, used to multiple t-shirts, jeans and hiking boots, now you feel a little out of place.

You buy it nonetheless.

"Thanks for helping me choose, Carol." You say to the white-haired woman who smiles and shakes her head.

"We have to get used to this life now, don't we? It's our home now, at least until they build the walls back up in Alexandria. There's nothing wrong with enjoying some peace.

"You're right." You nod your head.

"G'Morning." You hear behind you and your heart races. You turn around discovering Daryl trapped in that hideous military suit the Commonwealth has for their soldiers, he's removed his helmet and some unruly, sweaty strand of hair sticks to his forehead.

"Hey, Daryl, how did the patrol go, everything okay around Alexandria?" Carol asks saving you from your incoherent stutter.

They've been out of the community for a few days now, along with Rick and Mercer, Daryl travels almost every week to Alexandria with a group of volunteers to continue building the city, there are several groups they take turns with, but they always return home, which makes you feel good, relieved to see them all come back safe and sound.

"Slowly, but all good." He nods and sees the bag in your hand. "Are ya gonna go the party tonight?"

"Y-yes..." You clear your voice and dare to look at him at last. "Yes, Michonne has asked me to go with her, she doesn't want Pamela to bother her too much, besides I think it's good to adapt a bit to this new community." You say remembering Carol's words and she smiles proudly.

"Hmn..." He mumbles looking you up and down for a second.

"Y-You're going to too?" you ask hesitantly.

"Nah, I gotta better things to do."

You have to admit that his answer hurt you a little more than you expected, but you don't have much more to think about, it's Daryl, he's always been like that since you met him at the Greene farm. You've always felt like your presence bothered him. Kind by compromise, he was as protective of you as anyone in the group, but he never stayed too close to you for too long. You never asked him what the problem was with you, you just accepted it. You accepted being a second line friend, you accepted that you were partners but you would never have a conversation deeper than maybe talking about the guards or patrols. Now you wouldn't even have that as you each had your duty there. You accepted it and still fell in love like a fool with him. His sour personality how he transformed into a good and caring man, attentive to his people, protective of the children. It was hard, but if you paid enough attention, you even saw him smile. They were never fully directed at you, but you treasured them all as if they were unique. Little by little you tried to stifle your feelings out of affection and respect, convincing yourself that nothing would ever happen between you.

You sigh looking at your reflection in your mirror and smile at the sight of yourself. Yes, it's still strange, but you like seeing yourself inside that dress more and more. You dare to take a turn on yourself and the lack rises a little and that makes you laugh.

"You look beautiful." You hear Judith's voice at your bedroom door and for a second your heart stops, startled. You smile and nod.

"Thank you... Carl is going to take you to the party?"

"No...I'm staying with Gracie and the others. Carl is going with Enid." She nods and dances on her toes. "You're going with Uncle Daryl?"

"What? no, no, I'm not..." You can't help but laugh a little, you love it when she calls him that. "I guess Daryl's not going to the party."

"No?" She opens her mouth to say something else, but Rick shows up dressed in his soldier outfit and stops her.

"Enough questioning, young lady, go play with the others." He orders her and she sighs, says goodbye to you and walks away out of the room. "Sorry, you know she's a little intense sometimes."

"I don't mind, I love talking to her, is Michonne done yet?"

"Yeah, I think she's done fighting with her dress." Rick jokes and you laugh with him.

The three of you leave the Grimes' house, you don't actually live with them, you have your own apartment in an old block within the community, but since you had agreed to go with Michonne you both took the opportunity to get dressed both of you at her place to help each other with the details. Rick guides you to the door of the main building where the party is being held, says goodbye to his wife with a warm kiss and you both enter after they verify your presence on the list.

You don't know how long you've been there, but you start to get bored, there are too many people, you've shared vague conversations with almost all of them, and every time you smile you feel it's too fake. You want to go home, you've heard Pamela's speech for a better community, you need to sleep, take off those shoes and feel your feet again. You walk over to Michonne to warn her that you're leaving, but she's talking to Rick, the two of them laugh and share a tender moment, so you just slip through the crowd and get out of there without anyone noticing your absence.

Or so you thought.

You are walking down the stairs of the large building, your heels echoing in the almost silent night when you hear footsteps behind you. They are quiet, almost imperceptible, you are thankful that your senses have not yet deteriorated completely, you turn around and discover Daryl right behind you. You are surprised. He's not wearing his soldier's suit, in fact his hair is still damp, the black shirt looks new, as do his pants, his trusty vest fitting perfectly on his broad back and shoulders. You hesitate for a moment, stammer and stop on one of the steps. He does the same and shoves his hands into his pants pockets.

"Daryl?" The silence is awkward between you and you need to break it any way you can. "Are you going to the party?"

"I was at the party." He grunts nodding his head, his teeth chew his lip nervously and you're surprised again.

"Really? I thought I didn't... I-I didn't see you." You admit feeling your cheeks redden and he nods again.

"I know, I wasn't gonna go, but Rick insisted...ya didn't look like ya were havin' fun..."

"Did it show much?" you look at him sheepishly and laugh quietly. "I guess social events have never been my thing."

"Mine either."

Again the silence is awkward between you. You aren't sure what you have to expect to happen. He doesn't move, you too are unable to say anything. A small breeze gives you goosebumps and your breath catches in your throat when you feel something warm settle on your shoulders. You look up to find that Daryl has taken off his vest and draped it over your shoulders, wanting to protect you from the gentle breeze. Your cheeks instantly burn and you feel your heart racing. The archer is closer than he has ever been, his personal scent, mixed with the shampoo in his hair and the cigarettes in his clothes make you shiver again. It's a confusing mix, but you like it.

"Th-thank you..." You whisper holding the ends of the vest wanting to protect yourself a little more.

"It's a bit of a daring dress for this weather." He says and you block because you see his gaze drop to your cleavage. It's a millisecond, almost imperceptibly, but it has.

"W-well... I didn't mean to..." You frown because you don't know exactly what you're apologizing for. "I was just going home anyway... if you need to..." You make an attempt to remove your vest, but he stops you.

"I'll walk ya, I ain't wanna go back to the party either and I ain't wanna you to catch a cold. C'mon." He gestures to you and starts to walk ahead of you.

The feel of his vest on your shoulders is pleasant, the garment retains the heat that gave off the archer's body and now also yours. Your gaze lifts to see the back of his neck, since he's started walking he hasn't turned to look at you, you don't understand his attitude, you're grateful for the vest, but you're not a child, you can go home alone.

"Hey Daryl, you don't need to do this." You tell him after a few more minutes in silence. "My house isn't that far away and..."

"I dun care. I already told ya I didn't wanna stay at the party..."

You frown slightly because he hasn't bothered to turn around to tell you that either, he keeps walking, a few steps ahead of you, as if he were your guardian. You arrive at your house, walk past him and before you get to the door you turn around to give him back his vest, but he shakes his head.

"It's cold, give it back to me tomorrow." He says bluntly.

"Can I know what's wrong with you? what's the point of this now?" you don't understand his attitude and he averts his eyes, also seeming overwhelmed by your questions. "Daryl!" You call out to him and he lifts his head.

"I went to the party for ya." He says matter-of-factly and you mute. "Carol told me yad bought a nice dress and that ya'd probably get some attention at the party." He chews his lip repeatedly, mortified. "No, I didn't wanna anyone to look at ya..." He confesses, lowering his gaze to the floor.

Okay, you didn't expect that answer. A smile dances on your lips, but you restrain yourself, this is not the time to feel your butterflies in your stomach. Daryl sounds jealous, it's true, but you have no reason to believe it, he's never been like that with you.

Or maybe he has.

Little flashes of memories wander into your mind. Little moments when Daryl has always been close. Blocking the men who approached you. In some moments asking them for help even though he didn't really need them, other times he would call them to give them directions, even in some he wouldn't let them get to you, he would block their path by throwing them a long look and they would veer off the path.

You blink several times feeling like an idiot for never noticing.

"Why didn't you ever say anything to me? Just... you can't go around shooing away every man who wants to get close to me..." You fold your arms trying to be angry, of course you're not. Daryl finally looks up and shakes himself.

"Why not?"

"Because maybe they do dare to want something with me and I..." You start to speak, Daryl walks up the steps to your house and your words die in your mouth.

"And ya...?" he helps you follow the sentence. "Would ya have gone out with them? Really?"

"I-it's not fair..." You whisper suddenly and his frown deepens. "All this time I've always thought you just didn't like me... you've always avoided me, treated me well, but never..." You open your eyes wide as Daryl's mouth collides with yours.

It's an awkward kiss, your teeth clash, it's clearly a gesture wanting you to shut up, but his hands grip your waist, he takes a few more steps forward and your back slams against your door making you gasp, his tongue slips into your mouth and your body shudders as the kiss becomes more intense. Daryl breaks away though, your breathing a little quickened.

"I'm ain't good at explainin' things..."

"Y-yeah... I've noticed... but Daryl..."

"I know, I'll talk to ya tomorrow, okay?" he asks and turns away from you. "I need to... think and..."

"It's okay, Daryl, take as much time as you need." Actually waiting a little longer isn't going to kill you. "But Daryl..." You grab his arm. "Don't turn me sideways anymore, please."

He nods understanding what you want to tell him, this time it's you who plucks up the courage and moves closer giving him a kiss. Breaking away you walk into your house and look at him before closing the door.

"Good night, Daryl."

"G'night..." He whispers and leaves as you close the door.

That night you curl up in your bed like you do every night, but this time instead of hugging your pillow, you press Daryl's vest against your chest and a smile creeps across your mouth before you fall asleep.

The End.

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Endless Nights

Pairing: Benny Miller x gn!reader (no descriptions or pronouns)

Summary: You and Benny can't seem to get enough of each other's company. Could tonight be the night you find the courage to do something about that crush?

Words: 2,101

Warnings: Nudity but not the sexual kind, food/eating. Almost zero editing and a tired writer.

Notes: I don't always participate in Writer Wednesday, but when I do I take one look at the picture, get an idea and then go completely off the rails. Sorry. So the pic doesn't really have a lot to do with the rest of the fic but I hope that's okay. For this week's @autumnleaves1991-blog Writer Wednesday, thanks for organizing it every week!

I had the idea for midnight shopping at the supermarket with Benny and then realized I didn't want the night to end there... So it didn't. I actually like this piece, even if it probably suffered a lot from my fast writing and non-existent editing. Reader is mentioned having shorter legs than Benny but other than that I think there are no descriptions or pronouns used of reader, lmk if I'm wrong.

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You and Benny have been driving around aimlessly for a couple of hours already, taking turns in picking the music, and talking about this and that while sometimes falling into a companionable silence. It still amazes you how easy and comfortable everything is with him. You have never felt like this with a crush before, used to the feeling of always obsessing over what you felt like you could and couldn’t say or do, or spending a lot of time and energy into trying to figure out what the other thought.

No, with Benny you don’t have to pretend anything or force yourself to keep the conversation running in fear of those horrid awkward silences, because both of you know that you can talk for hours on end when the mood strikes. You met through mutual friends only a few weeks ago, but the connection was clearly there. As was the obvious mutual attraction.

Strictly speaking, though, you and Benny are just friends. Nothing has ever really happened to indicate otherwise in any case. But friends don’t usually try this hard to find any excuse just to hang out, nor do you stay up late every night talking to your other friends. And when you hang out in a group you always seem to gravitate towards one another. What’s more, somehow it always seems to be just the two of you left at the end of the night, often not even noticing the others leave.

Your interactions always border on the line of obvious flirting with your touches and already formed inside jokes, but neither of you ever dare do anything that couldn’t be brushed off as innocent behavior between friends. You guess you’re both just kind of scared to take the leap - you have been burned before, and so has he.

It’s not that you doubt your own feelings for Benny, or indeed his feelings for you. Even you have to admit that he does seem pretty interested in you, but you still wave away your friends’ squeals of “he’s totally in love with you!”, mainly not wanting to get your hopes up too much.

Because a small part of you still finds it a little hard to believe; someone so handsome and funny and kind wanting to be with you? What if he likes you, but just not as much as you like him? What if you were just a second choice for someone you really like until something better comes along - again? That scares you, both of you.

Tonight has been like many other nights lately; you had been to the movies with some of your friends, but after the movie ended you had been grasping at straws to come up with a way to continue the night so they (Benny) wouldn’t go home just yet. Benny had helpfully suggested just driving around and seeing if any ideas came to mind.

Santiago in turn had rolled his eyes at you two knowingly (making both you and Benny fluster and try to fake complete nonchalance) before saying good night and leaving with the others, who apparently didn’t feel the compulsive need to continue spending time together.

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The sun has gone down already but you two are still enjoying each other’s company too much to go home yet.

You end up in the 24/7 supermarket parking lot, craving a midnight snack. You are reminded of your teenage years, when you used to hang around different parking lots, popping into the store to buy a soda or a candy bar, spending all day outside with friends.

The only other customers doing their midnight shopping are tired people just off their shifts or young people staying up late just for the hell of it, much like you and Benny are, in fact. You wander around the huge store together, pointing out different products you’d like to try and reviewing stuff one of you already has tried.

Before long you realize that you have already spent almost forty minutes idly wandering around the supermarket, collecting new soda or chip flavors to test. Neither of you thought to grab a basket at the entrance, so your arms are starting to get a bit full.

“Benny, do you think this might be enough?” you ask while struggling to maintain your hold on the different bags of chips.

Benny looks back at you from where he is pondering over whether to get some ice cream. “Huh, I guess. I do still wanna get a sandwich, though!” he exclaims and promptly takes off in the direction of the deli counter where they sell sandwiches and salads left over from the day.

You try to keep up with his long strides, certain that you must look a bit comical half-running after a man with your hands full of treats. Oh, well. Benny often complains about how much focus it requires of him to “modify his steps” to fit your much shorter legs, and he always forgets about it when he gets excited.

When you catch up with him, he has already picked a sandwich for himself and one for you. “I got you salmon, that’s your favorite, right?”

“Yeah, thanks!” you say a little breathlessly after your speed-walk, taken that he remembers.

As you finally get to the cash register and start loading your stuff in your bag you see Benny sneak one more candy bar among the rest of your purchases. For someone in such good physical shape he sure does like his candy.

“Where to next?” Benny inquires as you get back to the car.

“Hmm, how about this one waterfront type swimming spot? It’s pretty secluded, has a pier, and there’s a nice view to the sea. I sometimes like to sit there on the cliffs to watch the sun go down,” you suggest, and offer him directions to the place.

It’s a short drive and you show Benny where to park his car. Even though it’s somewhere around 1 a.m. and the sun went down hours ago, the night is still light enough that you can easily see where you’re going and it doesn’t feel like you’re just sitting in the dark.

You settle down on the small pier with your sandwiches and sodas and chips and munch away happily.

Benny hands you the candy bar you saw him grab earlier at the cash register “for dessert”. It has a cheesy text on the packaging about giving this to someone special. He grins and shrugs, “I know you love these”.

It’s such a simple gesture but you can’t help feeling really flattered and even more smitten with him than you already were. You don’t read too much into the text on the packaging, but even the fact that he would buy you a candy bar he knows you love - just because - warms your heart.

(What you don’t know is that the candy bars have lots of different texts to choose from, and that Benny specifically picked “give this to someone special” instead of “give this to a friend”. There was also “give this to someone you love”, but Benny worried that might scare you off.)

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After you’re both done with snacking you try to think of what to do next, still reluctant to pronounce this night to be over, you get an idea.

“You know what I would really like to do right now?” you ask Benny, looking out over the water that looks so tempting. “Go swim,” you announce, turning to look at him.

“You don’t have a swimsuit with you, do you?” Benny asks, turning to look at you too.

“No… But there’s no one here,” you point out with your eyebrows raised in challenge.

Benny looks at you for a few beats with a blank expression on his face, before shrugging “Alright,” and throwing off his hoodie and t-shirt, jeans following next. “What are you waiting for?” he shouts over his shoulder as he jumps from the pier into the water.

You’re left sitting there with your mouth open, blinking rapidly as you try to catch up with the fast turn of events. Shaking your head, you stand up and shrug off your clothes before quickly running after Benny and getting into the refreshing water.

The night is still warm, and the water feels wonderful. You swim to catch up with Benny.

“You know, it’s pretty dark here but I’ve basically seen you naked now,” he remarks, waggling his eyebrows, and you snort with laughter.

“Benny, you’re not allowed to make me laugh in the water or I’ll drown,” you try to say sternly.

“Oh sweetheart, I wouldn’t let you drown,” he answers in a surprisingly serious voice.

Suddenly the energy between you is full of.. something. Something new and buzzing, sort of scary but also exciting. Something you can’t quite explain. You’re swimming around each other, looking at each other intently, but not daring to say anything that would break the moment and burst the bubble.

Someone else does that for you.

A couple of teenage girls, you’d guess around 18 years old, stumble on to the pier and immediately notice you two in the water. The other girl lets out a shriek and tightens her hold on the towel around her, and before you can even try to reassure them that everything is fine, they run off giggling and shrieking some more. Evidently, they had had the same idea for a nighttime swim but found the place already occupied.

“Yeahhhh, maybe we should put some clothes on before someone calls the police,” Benny suggests dryly.

You two climb out of the water giggling and grinning broadly. You don’t have any towels with you since you didn’t exactly plan this impromptu skinny-dipping session, but Benny gives you his hoodie to help keep you warm.

Sitting back down next to Benny you’re even closer together now than earlier, ever so slowly inching closer and closer to each other. Both of you think you could pass it off as huddling for warmth if the other were to question it, but somehow you know that won’t be an issue.

Soon enough you’re snuggling together on the waterfront overlooking the sea. You stay quietly like that for some time, maybe fifteen minutes, maybe more. It’s hard to tell when the world is so still and quiet around you.

Suddenly you think that this is it, this is the moment you’ve been waiting for. In all honesty you sort of enjoy the pining stage of new relationships, but right now you feel like you might burst if you keep these feelings inside you any longer.

You turn and burrow your head into the crook of his neck and decide that you will have to take the leap now. You start pressing gentle kisses on his neck and hear Benny’s breath hitch at the first contact of your lips on his skin. He goes still as a statue, but you can feel more than hear his unsteady breathing at your actions. You’re practically vibrating with nervous excitement as you work your way up to his jaw and towards his lips.

Taking one final deep breath you close your eyes, not daring to look at Benny in the eye right now, as you bring your lips to meet his.

The kiss is sweet and unhurried, and yet your head is swimming and your whole body is buzzing with it as you melt into each other. It’s unlike anything you’ve ever felt, which just proves that everything really is different - better - with Benny. You pull away when you find yourself quickly out of breath just from feeling so much.

You finally dare to open your eyes to find Benny gazing at you with a dazed expression that surely mirrors your own and you slowly beam at each other, not feeling the need for words just now. Maybe you couldn’t even find them if you tried.

You settle back against his chest and the two of you stay like that for the rest of the night, sometimes spending long moments just kissing each other, sometimes talking quietly, sometimes just enjoying each other’s presence.

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Around five in the morning, when the sun is already getting up, you finally start to really feel the need for sleep. But this time it doesn’t feel wrong to leave and go home, since you’ll be going home together.

Later that day you wake up to a good morning, sweetheart in Benny’s arms where you fell asleep on his couch, tired but happier than you’ve ever felt in your life.

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Sirius Black x reader

Word count: 1.8k

N/A: This is based on a headcanon and I was writing it last night before bed in case it's not so good👉🏻👈🏻

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You got up suddenly by the insistent knocks on the front door. You weren't expecting anyone, or at least you didn't remember.

"I'm going!" you screamed sleepily, feeling out of bed and staggering to the door, which wasn’t far from your bedroom "Who is it?" you asked fearfully with your face pressed against the wood of the door.

Even though it wasn't dark yet, it was late enough for visitors to be dangerous and you thought maybe it would be an emergency. So when you heard his voice, it didn't take you more than a few seconds to unlatch the door and open it.

"Sirius?" you asked worriedly. The boy was standing and smiling slightly "Come in, come in" you said hurriedly, taking his hand and ushering him in. He was freezing.

Once inside, you locked the door and finally observed the boy. Half of his silky black hair was tied up in a black scrunchie that he had surely stolen from your room, he was wearing his usual leather jacket, a black T-shirt, and jeans of the same color. His boots, his precious military boots shone on his feet as if he had magically cleaned them.

"Is everything okay? Are you hurt? What happened?" you asked in a stammer, grabbing the boy by the arms and looking for any sign of a fight.

"Hey, it's all good" he mumbled amused. He took both of your hands with only one of his and smiled tenderly"I just wanted to come to see you, can't I?" he asked fondly, watching your frown "Aren't you happy to see me?"

"Of course I'm happy to see you, but ... you didn't tell me you'd be coming"

"I wanted to surprise you" he exclaimed gently, placing a kiss on your knuckles with great care.

"Surprise me?" you asked in a whisper, watching the almond-eyed young man. The wound on his brow was already healing from his last fight.

Not that Sirius got into physical trouble constantly, just that he sometimes defended those in need too much and ended up with a hit here and another there.

"Are you still asleep, love?" he joked, with that bright smile that only he could have "I wanted to spend some time with you, it's just that" he exclaimed to reassure you. He knew you would get a little nervous sometimes when he came out of nowhere, but he didn't want to admit that he had missed you too much to ride his motorcycle to your building to look for you.

"Oh, in that case, it's fine" you replied, a little more animated. You released your hands from his grip and brought them to his face, to hold him carefully "I'm happy to see you here, handsome" express yourself sincerely, with a calm and loving smile that Sirius enjoyed.

"I am also happy to come. You look very pretty in those pajamas" he said flirtatiously as he winked at you. It was then that you noticed that you brought one of the shirts that he had left in your room for the times when he stayed to sleep there. You suspected that this would be one of those nights.

"Do you like it? This shirt was given to me by a wonderful boy" you said proudly, taking the fabric between your fingers.

"He gives it to you?" he asked curiously. You laughed as you felt the boy surround you from behind and press against his body, sniffing your neck with a smile.

"Yes, he said that since I liked it so much I could keep it" you innocently admitted. All worry was gone from your system, being replaced by the joy of having the young man with you.

"How convenient, my pretty girl" he exclaimed close to your ear, tickling you. You laughed softly and felt his curious hands travel up your waist, shortly before he placed a playful kiss on your cheek. First it was one, then another and another until you began to fight to free yourself from his grip and the tickling that he made you feel.

"Sirius!" you murmured between laughter, squirming in his arms. As he kissed you, you began to walk backward until your boyfriend collided with the edge of the couch and you both fell into it, you sitting on his lap and he holding you tightly by the waist.

Once you were there, you laughed again and Sirius finally stopped kissing you, to kindly hug you and rest his head on your shoulder.

You sighed heavily, to release the air that you had held during that kissing attack and then you placed your hand in Sirius's hair. You carefully removed the scrunchie and began to gently massage him, leaning your head against his chest.

"What a beautiful thing" you said funny, looking at the elastic band and putting it on your wrist. You felt Sirius smile on your shoulder.

"Do you like it? A beautiful lady gave it to me" his voice sounded muffled and then he rubbed his cheek against your skin, like a kitten.

"I think so" you laughed, a little resigned because that joke had returned you, and continuing with the massage that Sirius was already beginning to enjoy. You heard him breathe out softly and knew immediately why it was. "Are you tired, honey?"

"A little" he admitted in a low voice "Work is killing me, but being here with you makes me feel better" he whispered and a smile escaped your lips.

Sirius did that on occasion. He didn't ask for anything special, he didn't go to your apartment to have sex like many couples did. He just hugged you, closed his eyes and sometimes fell asleep with you in his arms. It was his way of resting from the world, from his work, his obligations, from everything that wasn’t you.

"Love" you spoke softly. The way he breathed in made you think he had already fallen asleep "Do you want to stay here tonight?"

"No, no... I'll go. I have some... uhm, things to do" he started to say, but you heard in his voice that none of it was true.

"Please stay," you asked him softly, turning your head to look at him. His eyelids were already closing and you took the opportunity to catch his lips in a kiss.

At first it was something tender, but as the seconds progressed the contact deepened. Without stopping kissing him, you settled face-on in his lap and felt his fingers running over your lower back so slowly that it became torture for you.

You parted just so you could remove the boy's jacket, which was starting to get hot at the moment. But they weren't in any rush about it, they just enjoyed finding themselves in each other's arms, kissing like they hadn't in a long time.

As it progressed Sirius caresses advanced under your shirt as well, bumping the warm skin of his fingers against yours.

"Y/N" Sirius called you, interrupting the moment.

"Tell me" you whispered on his lips. Your hand went back to his cheek, making the boy lean on it.

"Can I really stay here?" he asked fearfully. That behavior caught your attention and you had to separate yourself to get a better look at it.

"Of course you can stay, as always" you muttered, looking for some sign to justify his behavior so strange "Seriously, is something wrong with you? Did you have problems with someone?" you asked again with the same concern as the previous time.

"No, it's nothing, precious" he said, caressing your arms up and down with his hands. You didn't believe him "I just wanted to know if you still wanted me around"

You made a confused face, not knowing what was going through Sirius's head. Maybe he had had problems at home and that's why he was so insecure, but you didn't want to question him, you wanted to support him.

You exchanged your grimace for a reassuring smile and held his face with both hands.

"Of course I want you here. You are my boyfriend, I will always want you around here" you said kindly. You left a small kiss on his nose and then returned to look at him tenderly.

"Then I'll be around" he answered a little more calmly. You could see it in his eyes.

"Do you want to go to sleep already?" you asked, with the same warm tone that you had used previously. The boy nodded and was guided to your room with joy, where he took off his jeans and let his chest fall against the mattress.

You laughed when you saw him only in his underpants, although it was not the first time and your eyes traveled to your still covered feet.

No way.

"What are those, Siri?" you said totally amused. Sirius raised his head with only one eye open and smiled when he saw what you meant.

"My socks?" he asked smiling and bending his knees so that you could observe them better. He wiggled his toes tenderly which made you laugh even more "Don't you like them?"

"Sirius, you literally came dressed completely in black and under your boots you decided to wear those socks?"

"It's Spiderman!" he defended himself and you really couldn't stop laughing. "I also have Batman ones, if you think those are more suitable for my tough-guy image" he exclaimed with a shrug, but you were already red-faced from the lack of air. Sirius felt a bit embarrassed and he threw one of your pillows at you with a smile "I don't see what is funny" he complained. You walked up to him and lifted his head by his chin. There was a pout on his lips.

"I really love you so much," you said, still smiling widely. Sirius looked at you with flushed cheeks and changed his pout for raised lips in anticipation of receiving a kiss. You gave it to him with pleasure and his hands took you by the thighs exerting a certain comfortable pressure that he remained there for a few minutes.

When you finished kissing Sirius took you by the waist, he pulled you next to him on the bed, repeatedly kissing your cheeks and part of your neck and finally hugging your body tightly. Standing there, half-naked and hugging each other, Sirius spoke again.

"Me too"

"You too what, baby?"

"I love you very much too" he admitted. You couldn't see his face, but you knew he was smiling over your hair. Still with a smile on your face you turned to face him and gave him one last kiss on the lips that was very well received "Rest" he spoke with a sleepy smile. Your hands were placed in his hair while he was placed on your waist and hips respectively.

"Good night, love" you said in response as you untangled his hair with your hand and felt his head resting on your chest, hearing his breathing slow down. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep.

[impala1967dwinchester]

Sam Winchester: Thoughts

*Credit to the gif owner* 

Pairing: Sam W. x reader 

Pov: Sam 

Warnings: Fluff, Sam can hear the readers thoughts, Sam falling in love with the reader, Dean is here to help the plot

Summary: Sam gets cursed after the Dean, Y/n, and Sam hunt a witch. The next morning when he wakes up all he can hear is Y/n thoughts, and he’s slowly start to fall in love with her. 

A/N: Using @firefly-graphics Sam Winchester divider for this fic. This fic is sorta based on "What women want" with Mel Gibson. A good ol' Romantic Comedy.

Word Count: 2.3k

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A witch hunt couldn't possibly go wrong, right? Especially with the Winchester boys.

"Look lady, sit down before I shoot," Dean shouted, causing Y/n to flinch. Just enough of a flinch that I would be having a conversation with Dean later about no yelling so much.

The witch sat down, but what nobody noticed she was casting a spell under her breath. Dean, Y/n, and I had huddled together trying to figure out what we were going to ask this damn witch.

My back facing the witch. Dean looking over my shoulder looking angrily at the lady. Y/n had her game face on. She sometimes followed us around like lost puppies, but damn was she a fucking awesome hunter.

Sometimes better than Dean and I put together.

When I say that she followed us around like lost puppies I mean she never said what she thought. Dean or I would come up with a plan and she never put input in. Just kinda did what she was told. Reminds me of a younger version of Dean and myself.

Working our asses off for John, all for it to be for nothing. A good little soldier and that was all we were to him.

In the end, Dean just ended up letting the witch go since she hadn't any information. We all pilled back into the impala for the drive back to the bunker.

Y/n fell asleep in the back seat curled into a ball and looking rather peaceful. "Y'know I was thinking lover boy that maybe she could stay permanently with us," Dean said referring to Y/n in the backseat.

I just rolled my eyes before turning to look out the window. The drive was shortened by the fact that at one point my eyes were open and scanning the passing environment.

And the next minute I was dreaming a nice dream. I had a family a beautiful wife standing on our front patio, and watching our daughter and I play with our puppy.

It was nice, it was peaceful. But when I was looking around my dream, I noticed that every face was blank. Well, there goes the normal dream.

The shaking of my body woke me up. "Yo, wake up. Get your shit and go the bed." Dean said, pushing me closer to the passenger side door.

Stumbling out, I walked groggily to the back of the impala and grabbed my bags. Slinging them over my shoulder, I saw Dean try to pull Y/n from the back.

"Sweetheart, we made it home." Dean whispering. His hands falling underneath her knees, carefully picking her up out of the impala. "Open the door would Ya, instead of just standing and staring," Dean said still whispering.

I ran over to the door opening it. "Dude get some sleep, I'll get Y/n settled in, kay," Dean said passing me. Shrugging my shoulders and yawning as I walked to my room.

Stripping down to my boxers I collapsed into bed, loving the coolness of my sheets. Within minutes of my head hitting the pillow, I was out like a light.

Dreaming wasn't something that always happened for me, not since I first started hunting with Dean. But those weren't dreams those were more like nightmares, of people that I couldn't save.

I fell back into the same dream as before, still no faces. But the woman I assumed was my wife as a familiar voice, our daughter was what seemed like she was tops five or six.

Cute little thing, long brown hair like my own, wearing a cute sundress that was blue with green flowers printed on it. ' Dear, are you guys ready for dinner?' the woman asked me. I tried to not stare at the fact that she had no face, so I just hummed. Picking up our daughter.

'Tank you for playing with me daddy!' my daughter said to me bringing her small hands and arms and hugging me around my neck. Besides having no faces everything else seemed normal, my wife's voice seemed all too familiar and it was honestly getting at me. Before I was able to ask her something I was pulled from my dreams.

Waking up was a bitch. My neck was sore, and so were my shoulders. Deciding that today I wouldn't take that mile run, I opted for staying in bed just a bit longer this morning.

Finally getting up when I smelled coffee being made in the kitchen. Grabbing a pair of sweats that were laying around, I slipped my slippers on and went to go get some coffee.

The first thing I saw when I walked in was Dean dancing along to his horrible 70s and 80s rock. Flipping pancakes and sizzling bacon. 'God, why'd he choose no shirt this morning' "Huh? Did you say something Y/n?" I asked her, looking at her for the first time since last night.

She had her hair up in a messy bun, wearing a flannel of Dean, and a baggy pair of shorts. "No, I didn't say anything, Sam," Y/n said pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose, continuing reading her book.

Okay Sam you have to admit that was odd and kinda creepy. Not that I mind being complimented, but still weird. "You gonna get your cup of coffee or just stand there looking like an idiot!" I heard Dean crack.

"No," I answered back grabbing a coffee cup that was next to the machine. 'Jeez Dean way to be an asshole towards Sam.' There it was again Y/n voice.

Turning around rather quickly which only hurt my neck even more. "Did you just say that?" I asked panic starting to overtake my body and instincts. y/n looked over at Dean, causing Dean to look over at me.

"Dude what are you going on about?" He asked me... eyes big I just waved his question off, "Never mind I think I must have hit my head last night." I said just wanting my morning coffee more than anything.

The rest of the morning went by fine. No hearing Y/n voice, but then again, she wasn't around for the rest of the morning. "I'm heading out to the shops; I need a new pair of jeans. If either one of you wanna head out with me that's fine too. If not that's okay too guys." Y/n said mostly talking and looking at me.

'Please come out with me Sammy' I heard. Ignore it, rolling my eyes before speaking again. "No, it's okay. Dean?" I spoke. "Nah, I'm fine dear. But thanks." Dean said using his signature wink.

As Y/n walked away I heard her voice again, 'Jesus Dean, stop with the nicknames, and the winking. Obviously, it's not working.' That was the last I heard the sentence.

Dean wants to be with Y/n. I don't, I can't see that going very well, Dean sees Y/n more as a sister than anything else. What does that mean it's not working?

Hours later Y/n came into the bunker carrying a few bags. "I thought you only needed a pair of jeans, Y/n?" Dean snarked. "I did, but you guys were running out of some things, so I grabbed some other shit." Y/n countered.

Well, I can't deny that Dean and Y/n do have a certain chemistry, one that she and I just don't have. "what did you get?" I asked moving the conversation along. "I umm... I got you guys some t-shirts, some more socks, and just something fun for both of you." She said shyly.

"That's great, thank you. Did you have an okay time?" I asked, 'No, Sam I didn't that's why I wanted you to go with me. So many gross old men hit on me.' I heard Y/n's face was only scrunched up for a few seconds.

"Yeah, I had a perfectly fine time. Really did enjoy the alone time." Y/n said winking at us. Dean just rolled his eyes and jumped up to go through the bags, but Y/n swatted his hands away.

Digging into the bag she pulled out pie for Dean and he took off with it like he was a squirrel. Y/n looked back over to me and then started to look through the other bags. "Here Sam. I didn't know if you already had this book, but I thought why not." She said, shrugging her shoulder in a cute sort of way.

"Here for a gift return, a Winchester hug, yeah?" I said laughing a little bit. "I don't see why not, I heard that they're hard to come by," Y/n said back rounding the table in an effort to get on a very one-sided hug.

I hadn't realized until recently how much shorter Y/n was compared to me. I could fully rest my chin on her head. 'God I could use this more often' I squeezed her in my arms. 'God, he smells so great' I heard again, she nuzzled her face into my chest. 'He gives much better hugs than Dean.' I heard.

Y/n was the one to let go of the hug, not me. I was starting to realize that it was in fact Y/n I was hearing just not the words coming out of her mouth, it was her thoughts.

That night I convinced Dean that I could make dinner. For the time I was at college and dating Jessica I had learned some good enough cooking skills. "Fine whatever you do just don't ruin my pans and pots!" Dean screamed from his bedroom as I walked away.

That night I cooked a shrimp alfredo, and chicken alfredo with noodles. Something simple but it was mostly all the food that we had left in the bunker kitchen.

"Dinners ready you two!" I hollered from the library, Dean running from the garage, and on the other side of me was Y/n walking down the hallway. 'Look at him, damn chiefs' apron' I looked down and saw that the apron said "kiss the cook" Damn Dean.

'I'd definitely kiss that cook.' I heard as she walked past me. I just followed her with my gaze, mouth slightly open. Hoping that it wouldn't fall straight to the floor.

"Well dig in. It won't kill you, Dean." Y/n said. Dean just put his hands up in defense it's not like he had said anything but we all know he was thinking it instead.

Dinner went by quickly, few words from any of us, and not many thoughts passing through Y/n's mind. Besides 'Damn, he's got skills, 'So much better than Dean would ever do' I snorted when I heard that thought. Dean looked over at me, "What's so funny Samuel?" He spoke.

I rolled my eyes, "It's Sam, Samuel sounds like an old fashion name" I said. "Nothing is wrong Dean." I finished. 'If nobody thought you guys were brothers, they should spend at least a few hours with you.' I heard.

"Can we not fight at the dinner table, please Dean," I asked. I was trying to lean into what Y/n was saying, or more thinking. By the end of dinner Dean had eaten another serving and was now on his second piece of apple pie and a glass of hard crown apple whiskey the Y/n had bought earlier that day.

"Good night you two love birds. Tweet tweet. I'm heading to bed." Dean said kissing Y/n's temple, and patting my shoulder he walked out of the library.

"I'm sorry about him, Y/n. He doesn't have a sensor." I said apologizing for my older brother. Y/n got up waving him off and grabbed the leftover dishware.

I followed behind her grabbing what she couldn't. "He's fine. He should know better, but he's okay Sammy." Y/n said. Not many people called me Sammy besides Dean and Y/n, but it always seemed sweeter coming out of her mouth.

Y/n started to wash dishes. "Can I ask you a question Y/n?" She hummed, so I continued on. "Why do you never say anything while we are on a hunt. You don't always have to follow out stupid ideas...." I said noticing that Y/n had now turned around and was facing me.

"Look I didn't mean it like that. I'm just saying that I'd like to know what you're thinking for a while. especially when we are on a hunt. Your opinions matter to me. I hope you know that." I said, crossing my arms across my chest.

'Shut up would Ya'. You don't know how much that means to me.' "I know that you can hear what I'm thinking." Well, that went south very quickly and my stupid facial expression doesn't help the situation. "How long have you known?" I asked.... We stood in silence beside the water in the sink running. "Since before dinner when I was thinking about kissing the amazing chef that made dinner. Because I would still kiss the chef." Y/n said. setting the plate down on the kitchen island.

'Do you want me to kiss you, Samuel?' She said in her thought. I hummed. Shaking my head, licking my lips in anticipation. 'Words Sammy Dear.' She thought. "Just come over here. If this is what happens when I can hear your thoughts, I may be okay with being cursed by a witch ever so often." I said before our lips crashed together.

Our kiss was short-lived when Y/n left mine. "What are you talking about the witch from last night's hunt?" I shook my head. "We need to go get that witch, kill her, get her to remove the curse. Whatever, because as much as it's cute somethings a girl wants to keep to herself." Y/n said, coming back up to my lips and pecking them.

"You're gonna be the death of me," I said, before following her over to the sink to help wash dishes. I think I might have fallen in love with you Y/n. I thought.

"Hey... I heard that." Y/n said. I rolled my eyes, "No you didn't." Confusion replaced Y/ns soft features. "Okay, what did I say then, Y/n?" I asked. "I think I might have fallen in love with you Y/n" Y/n answered.

"Damn it. We really gotta find that witch, Samuel." Y/n said.

Completed on: 04/11/2021

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big brother to the rescue.

BEN MILLER

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❝ request by @meteora-fc: hello hello! hope you're doing well :) i was thinking about a ben miller fic where when they're in the bar towards the beginning the reader is there with her friends and the boys push benny to talk to her bc he's getting distracted from conversation by her across the place. thanks a ton 💖

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❝ a / n: if you'd like to read a second part, lemme know! don’t forget to comment and reblog if you liked it, i’d really appreciate it!

“C’mon, little brother. She’s been looking at you the whole night”. Will says palming his back, after catching him distracted for the third time.

“Go, before I do”. Frankie challenges him with a petty smile, knowing it’s going to be enough to force the boxer to take the step.

Taking a deep, deep breath, finding in that gesture the encouragement he needs, Benny goes straight to you, waiting for the bartender to serve you another beer.

At first, you don’t notice his presence, until the unknown guy stops by your side leaning too over the bar. You two cross your gazes, sharing a soft smile that makes your knees tremble. The blonde looks really good, but for some reason, you have the feeling that he could be an idiot, so when he throws at you one of those horrible pickup lines, you can’t help but roll your eyes.

“I’m gonna give you advice. Don’t hit a girl like that”. You just reply with a chuckle, referring to his words.

“I’m more into hitting men”.

For a second, where you were about to leave with your drink, you squint at him having a sip and trying to understand the meaning of his affirmation.

“I box, professionally”.

“Oh…” You nod your chin, puckering your lips, showing him that this fact doesn’t impress him at all. “Congrats. Good luck in your next fight”.

Not giving him the chance to continue the talk, you come back to your table under the attentive looks of your friends, who are laughing at the poor guy and the gesture on his face. His brothers, on the other hand, have slapped their faces whilst shaking their heads disappointed. As soon as Benny joins him, Santi slaps the back of his neck, causing him to choke in his beer.

“There must be something wrong with my eyes, ’cause I can’t take them off you? Really, Benny? Really?”

The guys are laughing when Pope repeats his sentence, as Will puts an arm over his shoulders. “You’re lucky to have me… Big brother to the rescue”.

Anna nudges you, making you turn on your stool to watch a second guy walking towards you, very secure of himself. The only thing you wanted tonight was to have fun with your friends and seems it’s not going to be an option. Crossing a leg over the other and nailing an elbow on the table, resting your chin on your palm, you force a smirk when he offers you a kind smile.

“Good nights, ladies, sorry to interrupt. William, a pleasure”.

The man holds your free hand without asking for it to stretch it. Firmly. Like only a soldier would do —as your father does. He turns for a second to his friends, laying his oceanic and hypnotic eyes on you with a charming and funny grimace on his face.

“Sorry ‘bout my brother, you know... too many punches”. He has captivated your friends, who are gasping for him and the honeyed tone he’s using, covered by a raspy voice. “He has watched you looking at him and he was nervous, but he’s not a bad guy. Just a little asshole. But he’s worth it, believe me”.

“Okay”. You reply slowly, raising an eyebrow earning your attention little by little.

“He has begged me to not come, but I think you’re too smart to not have a date with him”.

“Your brother was right, you didn’t have to come. And you’re wrong, more or less. I’m very smart, but having a date with him doesn’t seem a very intelligent idea”.

“Got it. But he’ll be waiting for you at seven in Kaleo’s, tomorrow night”. A negative it’s not an option to the soldier, showing you his perfect white teeth in a huge smile clapping his hands before leaving. “Good night, ladies. Have a good time”.

Since last night, you've been debating with your friends if you should go to the date just to prove both men were wrong. Lucy would call you crying if you text her in case the guy is another idiot.

The first test is to see if he'd wait for you, arriving thirty minutes later than the hour William told you. Your heart can't help but race a little when you find the blonde boxer sitting on the hood of a black Mustang, in front of the restaurant. Wearing a white t-shirt and black jeans, he has both legs crossed and his hands laced over his lap. Head bowed down and a sigh escaping his lips as he checks the clock on his wrist. Poor guy, he's thinking you are not going to come.

You send a picture of him to the chat group where your friends are asking you if he's still there and, in less than a second, you receive a bunch of heart emojis from all of them. Keeping your phone in a pocket, as you tuck in your hands too, you begin to walk towards him. Step by step. Taking your time with a soft smirk curving your lips as you come closer and closer. Watching him texting someone too, you roll your eyes, imagining it's to some random chick to hang out with, due you have stood him up. Until you're almost leaning above his shoulder and you see he's texting his brother —who is very interested in knowing if you're there or not. You melt as he replies: “amma wait another thirty minutes, maybe there's traffic”.

“You can say to your brother I'm here”. You whisper into his ear, taking him by surprise and causing the boxer to jump off from the hood.

“Oh, fuck. You scared the shit outta m— Where you readin' my phone?”

“Nah, I've some witch in me”. You lie terrible, feeling goosebumps on your arms when his gesture changes suddenly.

A grin like a Cheshire cat decorates his face, offering you his phone as he pressed the small microphone in the bottom right corner.

“Hey, big brother, I came. I hope you weren't wrong”.

“I'm Ben, by the way”. He introduces himself as keeping his phone in a pocket, to offer you his right hand.

“(Y/N)”. You stretch it then, feeling a little nervous at his touch.

“So, this is the plan. We have a beer, and if you think I'm a freak, you can run away before dinner. No questions, no explanations. You just… leave”.

God, that's really sweet. He's nervous too and you can see in his blue eyes how scared he is if you really decide to disappear.

“Deal”. You accept, tilting your head to the restaurant.

A couple of minutes later Ben is sitting in front of you and the first thing that captivates your attention is the fact that he doesn't put his phone on the table. Living in the technology era, everybody keeps an eye on their devices. Constantly. But he's not like everybody. He wants to talk. Know about you. What you do in your free time, what you do for a living, what unveils you at night… And you talk for hours.

Ben tells you what pushed him to be in the army, why he decided to dedicate his life to boxing and he also jokes about how you could fix him up after his fighting. Something like a plan of the future. Together. As friends —as he points out to not make you feel uncomfortable, thinking that he is forcing you to have a relationship. You also discover that your taste in music and movies are very similar, just like your hobbies. And that makes you think about the fact that William will tell you “I wasn't wrong”.

The boxer gladly takes you home, not stopping your chat even when one of the two of you doesn't know what to say, Benny has shown you in some way he enjoys too much the sound of your voice though —how it goes a little higher when you're excited about something, how your throat vibrates when you laugh. And he's falling in love with the disgusted tic that wrinkles your nose when you don't like something, in a funny gesture.

You would die for staying together a little more, but you have obligations to attend tomorrow and your friends haven't ceased sending your texts asking you how it's going. As Ben stops his car next to your house, you sigh not knowing what to do —if just say bye, thank you, ask for his number, kiss him? Yes, you'd like to kiss him right now, but what does it say about you? Should you wait until the second date?

“Got a fight tomorrow night if you're free”. His proposition pushes you back to reality, turning at him on your seat while resting a shoulder against it. “You can invite your friends, mine will be there”.

“Your brother too?” You ask giggling, noticing the change on his grimace to somewhat underwhelmed because of your interest.

“Yeah, he will come”. Ben mumbles pressing his lips after nodding briefly.

“Ugh… Is he the kind of person who has fun saying I told you?”

Ben's gesture suddenly changes again. The shine in his blue deep eyes reappears and you provoke him a strong laugh when you furrow your nose like he literally adores.

“You've had a good night then?”

“Yes”. You don't hesitate to respond, leaning towards him to press your lips on his cheek with a loud kiss.

“See? He told you”. Ben can't help but make fun of you, earning a soft punch to his shoulder that makes him laugh one more time. “It's in the Holou gym, at seven”.

“Okay, I'll not forget it”. You reply, taking your phone and setting an alarm an hour before starting to have time to get ready. “Good night, Ben”.

“Good night, (Y/N)”.

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