#i literally jolted up in bed as if i heard something and sat up for a second only to realize what i was dreaming about

[niyana-the-ambiguous-mobian]

Y'all, I had this most random ass dream last night where I somehow was watching leaked footage from Sonic 3 right before the movie was released, and we got to the moment where Shadow was going to say his first lines since he was apparently quiet for the majority of his scenes.

He was with Sonic, and they were either meeting each other for the first time or finished a fight since Shadow was lying in the grass while Sonic was a distance away from him. He opens his mouth to say something.....

Bro, Seth Green's voice came out, specifically his voice the used in S3 of 2k12 TMNT show when voicing Leo, it actually woke me from my sleep due to how random it was and I was just laying in bed like, "WTF did I just dream about?"

There is no disrespect towards the guy. He's a great voice actor. But man, did his voice sound weird coming out of this tiny hedgehog.

[storm-angel989]

Fix it, Vox. (Valentino x Daughter)

SHOUT OUT TO absolut3lyn0t  for all the help with the Spanish and for being a FANTASTIC human in general. You are AMAZING!

The weight of her body jolted him awake. A tiny head against his chest, and muffled tears. The bright red clock flashed on his nightstand. Three thirty. He had literally gotten to bed less than a half hour ago. He tried to ignore the aching in his head as he struggled to talk to the sobbing child. 

“Beibita, what’s the matter?” He mumbled as he wrapped his arms around the crying toddler. “Shush. Papi is here, niñita. Vuelve a dormir.”

“Papi, will the angels come and get me?” She choked out. “Daddy, I’m scared. I don’t wanna get ex..er…”

Now he had her full attention. ¿De que ella habla? What was she talking about?

“Princessa, no one is going to take you away. Who told you that?” He asked, trying to mask the fury in his voice. “Papi is here, bebita. Shush.” He rocked her as gently as he could as he tried to bite back his exhaustion.

Of all the weekends for her mother to go out of town. 

“The tv said so, I heard it! I…I…” She sobbed. 

God fucking damn it. He told that son of a bitch. He told him his daughter wasn’t asleep. He warned him not to change the channel for another half hour until they could be sure she was safe and sound in bed and not about to try to sneak out to curl up with them or try to con him into letting her watch just one more episode. After all, she did it every single night. But no, Vox  insisted he put on the news right away. He insisted it would be fine. And now here Valentino was, paying the goddamn price. 

“Shush. Papi won’t let anything happen to you, okay?” He said softly as he sat up. “Come on, bebita. Papi will make you a warm bottle and you can sleep with me, okay, pequeño amor?.”

She cuddled closer into his chest and he lifted her up effortlessly. He carried her cradled against him to the kitchen. With one arm supporting the weight of his daughter, the other carefully warmed up a bottle of milk and flicked it on his wrist before trying to hand it to the toddler. 

“Drink up, mi amore.” 

She refused to take it. “I want Mommy! “And Uncie and Auntie! The angels are gonna get them! Papi, we have to do something!” She burst into another round of tears.

God fucking damn it, Vox. He silently cursed as he set the bottle off to the side and tried to sooth the hysterical toddler. “Mommy will be back tomorrow night, shush,” he replied softly as he bounced her soothing

He looked at the clock. Four am. There was a good chance Vox was up and in his office. A twinge of anger made its way through Valentino. If Vox was awake, it was only fair that he helped clean up the mess he made. 

“Let’s go see if Uncie Voxxy is awake, alright mi amore? Your mommy will be home tomorrow and Auntie Velvette is sleeping.” He shifted her weight and pressed the bottle to her lips, willing her to take it. A full tummy was the key to getting her to sleep- he learned that when she was first born. “Come on, bebita.”

She refused and he sighed in frustration. He nabbed a blanket from the back of the couch and walked towards the elevator, hoping that by the time they got to Vox’s office she would have at least settled down. 

No such luck. 

The sound of a crying, screaming baby tested every single bit of Valentino's last nerve. Even if it was his daughter, and he loved her with every single beat of his heart, he was absolutely at his wits end.  There was no reason for her to be this afraid; it was absolutely uncalled for. Vox should have listened and then maybe, just maybe he would still be asleep. By the time he walked into Vox’s office, every single part of him struggled to maintain control. He stormed from the elevator and stomped over the shark tanks. 

“You broke it, you fix it,” he growled as he tried to hand reader over to Vox. “I told you not to put on the news. I told you she wasn’t asleep yet, and now look!” 

The anger in her fathers voice only triggered more tears. Desperately she clung to Valentino’s neck and dug her hands into his shirt. “Daddy!” 

Valentino put a protective hand on her back and glared at Vox. 

Vox was up on his feet in a matter of moments. “Woah. Alright, take a breath Val. What happened?” His eye began to swirl. “Babygirl, why are we crying? Come here, Val. Take my spot. Sit down. Breathe. You relax. She’ll relax.” He took the bottle from Valentino’s hand and set it off to the side. 

“The angels are gonna get us,” Reader sobbed into Valentino’s shoulder. “I saw it on TV!”

Valentino shot Vox a look and guilt spread across Vox’s features. 

“Shit. I mean, fuck. Sweetie. Baby. It wasn’t real, I promise. It was a story. Like..” he struggled for a moment and then his expression lit up. “Like a bedtime story your Daddy tells you. It was just a scary story, it’s not real. I promise. Now come to Uncle Voxxy, let me hold you sweetie.” 

She reached up to him and Vox wrapped her in his hold as he rocked her. She heaved a hiccup and Vox gently tilted her head up to meet his eye. “Who controls the television, my sweet baby girl?”

 “Uncle Voxxy….” she answered tearily. 

“Right, sweetheart. So wouldn’t I know best?” He asked as he stroked her hair. “Uncle Voxxy, and Daddy and Mommy and Auntie Vel won’t let anything happen. I promise babydoll.” He picked up the still warm bottle and guided it to her mouth. 

She sucked on it gently as he continued to rock her. Carefully, Vox handed her back to Valentino. Valentino carefully laid her head over his heart as Vox wrapped her in the blanket. 

“Duerme bebe niña papá está aquí,”  he said softly. “You’re safe, we’re safe, it's okay.”

To both their relief, she fell asleep almost instantly, soothed by the beating of Valentino’s heart, a full tummy, and the feeling of security. Vox caught the bottle as it fell out of her hands and set it on the desk.

“Are you okay Val?” Vox asked softly. “You look like shit.” 

“I’m exhausted, Vox. I went to bed like thirty minutes before this all began,” he replied tiredly. “I need you or Vel to watch her this morning- I’m begging you.”

“Just call me when she wakes up,” Vox replied quickly. “Or you can give her to me now. I can work with her in my arms.” 

“No, I can take her for a few hours…”

“Nonsense. Give me the baby. Take a breath. And get some sleep.” Carefully, Vox lifted the bundle to his own chest and laid her head carefully against his heart. “She won’t wake up now that she’s out. Go get some rest, Val. When you wake up you can take her back.”

Grateful, and with one last kiss on his sleeping daughter's forehead, Valentino made his way back upstairs. In his control room, Vox adjusted the little girl against his body as little as he possibly could. Guilt washed over him as he worked. Valentino had warned him she wasn’t asleep. It was his own fault for scaring her so badly, and for his friend to be pushed beyond the point of exhaustion. 

“I’m so sorry I scared you. It won’t happen again,” he said quietly to the sleeping toddler. He kissed her on the forehead. “And I promise we will always keep you safe.”

Against him, she snuggled closer and he leaned back in his chair as he held the sleeping toddler. He closed his eyes for a moment and let out an exhale. To his surprise, she did the same. He felt something stir deep in his chest. Love. Protectiveness. The desire to never let this sweet little girl feel afraid again. 

“You’re safe, babygirl,” he whispered as he held her carefully. “I promise.”

[lostgirl677]

They didn't destroy you

One-shot

Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Established relationship

Masterlist

Summary: After Dean escaped Hell, he's still traumatized and Y/N helps him through it.

A/N: It takes place at the beginning of season 4

A terrifying scream tore through the night, waking me up with a start and making my heart beat faster. Even in my hazy state, I already knew who it was. I tried to open my tired eyes completely, then jumped out of bed to quickly get up and ran to his bed. The sight broke my heart. Dean, the fearless hunter and one of the bravest men I knew, lying here, shivering. Dean was drenched in sweat and tears, and he was all tangled in his bedsheets. I knew he was having a nightmare again. I slowly approached his bedside. “Dean”, I called softly while shaking his shoulder but he fought back. “Dean, wake up,” I said again as I kept shaking him. His eyes suddenly shot open and his body jolted as he sat up on the bed. His hands gripped my shoulders, making me jump back. He looked at me, completely panicked and his breathing was seriously labored. I could almost hear his heart beating.

“Dean, it’s okay. You are fine. You are awake, it’s over.” I attempted as I wiped his tears and reassuringly caressed his arms. “Y/N?” he asked, a bit stunned, with a clear relief in his voice. I smiled a bit at him and answered “Yeah, it’s me.” He looked anxiously around us and realization seemed to strike him and he suddenly released his grip on my shoulders. But it was to immediately wrap his arms around my belly. My heart literally skipped a beat at his gesture and goosebumps formed all over my skin. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to… I hope I didn’t hurt you.” he said with a raspy voice as he buried his face in my shirt. I melted in his tender embrace and hugged him back while caressing his hair gently. I could feel his tears soaking my shirt. “It’s okay. Don’t worry.” I assured him softly. His embrace slowly became tighter and tighter with each of my words, and his sobs grew louder. My heart shattered in a thousand pieces at the sight of this broken man. The man I loved more than anything. Dean would normally never let me see this part of him. But that night showed me how broken he really was.

For a moment, it was like we were apart from the world around us. It was just him and I, with his uncontrollable sobs for background noise. The worst was that I couldn’t possibly console him. Not after what he’s been through in Hell. Nothing could ease such trauma and pain. So, instead of talking, I just kept caressing his hair. But suddenly, I felt Dean removing his head from my shirt and I immediately looked at him, concerned. His eyes were red and puffy from crying and his cheeks were tearstained. Gently, my hand made its way to his face to wipe the stray tears, and he leaned his head on my hand. And he just looked at me, his eyes piercing through my soul. Silent tears were still escaping his eyes. He kept staring at me, in silence, as the tears still escaped his eyes. His eyes had lost their youthful shine. The only thing making them shine, now, was the tears.

Then, he opened his mouth and broke the silence. “Back there.” he said, gulping. “Back there, I yelled your name endlessly. Till my throat hurt, till I lost my voice.” he added, as his voice broke a little. I felt my eyes pricking a bit at his words. And before I could say something, I heard him taking a breath. “I never stopped thinking about you. You helped me to not turn into one of them. You were my anchor to my humanity. To everything I ever believed in. They kept beating me, torturing me till my body fell apart. Just to rebuild it and to do it all over again. They kept  saying terrible things about you and Sam. That you had forgotten about me, that you never loved me. But sometimes, I was able to remember the loving gaze you always give me, all your loving words. I was so scared to become a demon and that you…” his voice completely broke this time. Tears were now falling freely on my cheeks, completely overwhelmed by what he said. Images of what he had been through were flashing in my mind, making his words even more impactful as I let my imagination take over.

Dean stretched his right hand to slowly stroke my cheek with his calleous thumb. A small smile appeared on my face. His soft side was still there, meaning they failed to destroy him. Slowly, I bent my knees to give him a gentle kiss on his rosy lips. At first a bit surprised, he kissed me back, closing his eyes as he melted in my contact. I then ended the kiss and carefully sat next to him. His hand lightly took mine and his eyes were still on me. “Dean.”, I began softly. “What you are telling me proves that the demons failed miserably. They didn’t destroy you. You are still the most loving, and the most selfless person I know.” His eyes became a bit brighter as tears appeared again. “Those fuckers are just liars. They know nothing about love. About you. About us. They don’t know all the things I did to try to get you back. They don’t know how much I love you. They are unable to fathom a love like ours. I’m going to help you through it. We’ll fight the nightmares together.” I made a pause and looked at his face. The expression of his eyes, full of love,  made my heart swell. “I love you, Y/N” was all he said. But he didn’t need to add anything else. All the unspoken words he wanted to say could be read in his eyes. And he leaned again for a soft kiss.

After that kiss, I finally got up to get him a glass of water but a gentle hand snaked around my wrist and his broken voice whispered “ Please, don’t leave me.”  I turned my head to look in his direction.I surrendered the idea of water and simply replied softly “I didn’t have the intention to.” I swiftly closed the distance between us and embraced him in my arms. After a few minutes in this position, I made a gesture to invite Dean to lay down. And we finally both laid down on the bed. Dean cried a bit longer on my chest before falling asleep. “I love you.” I mumbled as I placed a kiss on his forehead and I soon fell asleep too.

@hobby27

[nanamistie]

Having your revenge over hq boys who made you feel horrible.

Wearings: suggestive, smut, fluff if you squint, angst from previous fic.

(Also, please read first part, you can find it right here.)

Oikawa Tooru

The girl he chose, over you, left him. So of course, like a hurt dog, he came running back to you. He had a spare key to your shared apartment, so he proceeded to unlock the door and come search for you, only to find you like this with his best friend.

You sat on top of Iwaizumi, on his lap, in a beautiful red lace lingerie that your ex boyfriend, Oikawa, just bought for you. Both of you shared a passionate make out session, his hands traveling down your body, that now, Oikawa couldn’t touch anymore.

His face dropped. You didn’t acknowledge his presence, but Iwaizumi did, so he started to kiss your neck, while keeping eye contact with Oikawa. He pulled such beautiful moans from you, just by kissing you, like Oikawa never heard before. Oikawa's face got red, he was so ashamed of himself, so he quickly left.

You hear the door to your apartment shut, you jolt at the sound. “What was that?” you asked him. “Nothing princess, don’t worry that pretty little head of yours”.

Atsumu Miya

The next day, he felt your side of the bed cold. So he decided to look for you. You weren’t in the house, so the only thought he had was to call his twin brother. “Dude, have you seen y/n?” seen? oh, he did more than just see you. “Yeah, i’ve seen her, she crashed at my place this morning”. Atsumu sighed, now relieved that he knew you were safe. “Good, good. Is she okay?”

Osamu looks down at you, and caresses your cheek with his thumb. “Dude, if you were worried about her, you at least could’ve called her earlier.”. “I know, I was such an idiot, I should never have done that to her, I’m just scared it’s too late.” Osamu chuckles. “It is pretty late.”

“I know, can I at least talk to her, please?” he wanted to make up things with you, but little did he know that you already moved on.

“She would’ve talked to you, but her mouth is busy doing something else, right babygirl?” He looks down at you, admiring you for crying of pleasure instead of crying after his stupid brother.

Kuroo Tetsuro

A few days later, he walked on the alley in front of your house, only to stop when he saw a car parked next to it.

The car was shaking and the windows were steamed up, you could barely see what's going on in the car, but I'm pretty sure your ex boyfriend Kuroo wouldn’t like to see who’s in that car.

“Tsuki, please, somebody could see us. W-What if Kuroo comes back?” he laughed and picked up the pace “Then he better watch and learn! I bet he never made you feel like this.”

Kuroo didn’t move a single muscle, he thought of what could happen, but he wished it wasn’t true. But the moment Tsukishima got out of the car, with wet hair and wrinkled clothes, it was clear as day that he was right. “Hi Kuroo, don’t mind us, we're leaving right now.” Tsukishima said, smirking , while getting in the car.

Bokuto Koutarou

You didn’t have anywhere to go, you couldn’t move from you and your boyfriend’s place, so you stayed in the guest room. You called Akaashi, your friend, to come and comfort you.

When he arrived, Bokuto saw him but didn’t greet him. Akaashi went straight to your room, and Bokuto was wondering why you would need him. He thought about everything, pure jealousy came from him, but he was never expecting this.

He went after some time by your door and heard loud whimpers and some wet sounds. ‘THAT’S IT, I'M GOING IN‘ he thought and just like that he opened the door just to see you like this. You were on Akaashi's lap, his legs were opening yours wider, his fingers were deep inside you, and your head was thrown back on his shoulder.

“Y/N WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?! YOU ARE LITERALLY CHEATING ON ME!!”. You rose your head to see his furious state. You wanted to say something, but Akaashi quickly interrupted you “No,she’s not, you don’t “really” love her so she’s not going to be in a relationship with you.” You looked up at him, he loved you, not Bokuto.

Bokuto quickly stormed off, shutting the door with force. “See baby? It’s not that hard to be loved, now is it?" Akaashi said, quickening his pace.

Osamu Miya

How could you hate that kitchen so much but also love it at the same time? Well, I kinda understand why when Atsumu has you sitting on the counter, with his face between your legs. "Come on, gorgeous, let me take out that stress from you" he says before planting his face in there. Your sounds were echoing in the room.

Out of nowhere, Atsumu's phone started ringing-it was his brother. He pulled his face back and answered. "What's up?" Osamu sighs "It's y/n,she did me such a great surprise, she tried cooking for me and burned the whole thing. She almost burned the whole kitchen!"

You hear that, and your face quickly turns red and tears appear in your eyes. He stops, sits up, and cups your face and kisses your forehead. "It's ok." He whispers. "Really?" He says to his brother "She really did that?" he said in an ignorant tone.

"Yeah! I can't believe she could screw up such a simple food." Atsumu was so pissed by what his brother said. "Well, I know two things, Osamu. One: Y/n wanted to do something good for you,and that shows how good of a girlfriend she is." you smile.

He bends down again to the level of your thighs "And two: I'm eating something from y/n right now and you know what, this is the best meal I could ever have" Osamus eyebrows frown "What did she cook?"

Atsumu smirks "Oh I'm not talking about food". And just like that, he hangs up the phone and goes back to showing you how much he loves you.

Iwazumi

Oikawa has been your best friend for a long time, so of course he heard the news pretty quickly. He had a crush on you since forever, that's why he was happy when he heard you two broke up, but he was pretty upset because he hated seeing you like this.

You came by his house and settled in his arms while pouring out your heart to him. He listens to you, he actually does, because unlike others, he actually likes when you're talking about yourself and how you're feeling.

After he comforts you, you look at him with fresh, cried eyes, with mascara running on your cheeks, and a cute pout. "Thank you Oikawa, you've always been here for me, you've always helped me." you hugged him. "Of course, it's the least i can do"

He crashes his lips on yours. Your eyes widen,but you don't pull back.

He brings his hands down on your hips. You melt in his touch." 'Kawa,what are you doing?" He smirks. "This."

He pushes his fingers in, and like an instinct you quickly cover your mouth with your palm. "No, no, don't hide those pretty sounds of yours, I want to hear you, I love listening to you." You take off your hand,and let him hear how good he makes you feel. He pulls out his phone and starts recording. "Now, let's see if Iwachan likes to hear you, too!"

...

Hey guys! I'll do another part two, with comfort, so, stay tuned, I am listening to all of you and I will do everything (let's not cross the line tho) you ask me! Love you!! 💕 💕

[hazeracha]

• // Back to normal // •

pairing // seungmin x reader

summary // seungmin was never good at sharing how he feels but when he needs you, you will always be there for him.

warning // blonde seungmin ( yes that’s a warning ), fluff, crying

wc: 1.3k

A/N this kim seungmin literally has me in a chokehold <3

You had just finished work and threw your bag onto the couch. You put on some comfy clothes consisting of a pair of joggies and your boyfriend's hoodie, that you're pretty sure he forgot you had. Settling down on the couch you pulled your laptop from your bag to finish sending off some emails.

Seungmo 🐶 : How was work?

A notification appeared on your phone, and a large smile appeared on your face. You hadn’t received a message from him in a couple of days, which was nothing out of the ordinary as you knew his schedule was packed.

Y/N : Yeah it was fine, I just got home and I’m sending off some emails.

I’ll probably go to bed soon, how was your day minnie?

Seungmo 🐶 : Fine…

Y/N : Just fine?

no complaints about how loud Changbin was being…

or how clingy Chan was?

or even something about how good your vocal lesson was?

Seungmo 🐶 : no I spent today practising on my own…

and my vocal lesson was horrible, I couldn’t hit any notes my teacher was giving me.

so no, none of that today.

sorry do disappoint Y/N.

Y/N : Minnie, I’m coming over. I’ll be there in 15 mins.

Seungmo 🐶 : please come quick, I don’t want to be alone.

You ran out of your door grabbing your car keys on the way out and headed towards the boy's dorm.

Once you arrived you immediately made your way to his room. The lights were off and you could just make out his figure, he was sitting in the corner of the room on his bed. Flipping on the light switch you were met with two bloodshot eyes and tear-stained cheeks.

His body jolted as the light switched on, and as soon as your eyes met he jumped off the bed and into your arms. His body shook as he cried into your chest. You rubbed small circles on his back feeling the soft fabric of the jumper he was wearing under your fingertips. You slowly let your hand run up his back and stop at the damp strands of hair that rested on the back of his neck, stroking the soft strands at the back of his head.

“Baby your hairs still wet?” You spoke as you kissed the top of his head.

“I know I went for a shower and then I just - I don’t know. I - I was thinking too much and I just broke down” he spoke in between muffled sobs.

You took his hands in yours and led him over to the bed. Once you had lay down you opened your arms inviting Seungmin into your warm and comforting embrace. He crawled in between your legs and buried his head into your stomach. His hands found comfort under his your jumper and he gripped your waist tightly. His grip was so strong that you're pretty sure there would be bruises left there tomorrow morning.

“Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?”

His head shook against your stomach, soft sniffles could still be heard but he was now a lot calmer than when you first found him. He lifted his head slowly to look at you and gave you a small and weak smile. It was his way of trying to reassure you that he was okay, even if he didn’t want to talk about it. Placing one finger under his chin you pulled him closer to you, leaning in a stealing a kiss from his soft lips.

“I’m sorry, I’m such a mess right now” he quickly rambled as he sat up from between your legs. “Oh Baby, I’m so sorry I got your jumper wet” he continued as he looked down at the jumper you were wearing. You didn’t know if it was from his damp hair, his tears or a mixture of both.

“Don’t apologise, please never apologise for being upset or letting out your emotions. Plus it's your jumper anyways so you should really be apologising to yourself.”

“I knew that jumper looked familiar” he laughed.

“I missed that smile” you said cupping his face with your hands and wiping his round cheeks with your thumbs to get rid of the tears that stained his face. “Now come on, let me dry your hair.”

You stood in front of the small desk that was positioned in front of his window, waiting for Seungmin to sit down on the chair. You stood in front of Seungmin with your body in between his legs and started to dry his hair.

You loved his long hair, the way it framed his face and how the dirty blonde complimented his olive-toned skin perfectly, and let's not forget to mention how his long hair provided you with one more thing to grip onto when he was fu-

“Baby? Can we go straight to bed after this? I’m tired and the way you're running your hands through my hair right now is making me even more sleepy.”

“Of course Minnie, I’m nearly finished” you replied.

As you were finishing up drying his hair Seungmin had a firm grip on your thighs. His hands ran up and down as well as his thumbs drawing small circles. At one point he even began kneading the back of your thighs through your joggies just below your ass. You knew it was his way of distracting himself from his thoughts. But you just couldn’t stop the shiver that ran up your spine or the way it made your heart beat out of your chest.

“Okay, you're done. Go and get ready for bed and we can cuddle.”

He stood up from the chair letting his hand hover on your waist as he let his hand trail from your back to your stomach as he moved past you to go to the bathroom.

After a few minutes, he came back into his room with a hoodie in his arms. He handed it to you so that you could change, and get rid of the damp material that clung to your skin. You both got into his bed and he cuddled you once again. Seungmin lay behind you with one arm laid straight out for your head to rest on and the other draped over your waist. One of his large hands rested on your stomach as he pressed a kiss to your neck that was exposed from the collar of the hoodie.

You played with his fingers and lightly trailed your index finger along the veins on his arm that were sticking out slightly probably due to the warmth of his room.

“I’ve taken the day off work tomorrow so I can come with you to practice.”

“What! When did you do that? You don’t have any clothes with you.”

“I did it when you went to the bathroom, I want to spend the day with you. Plus that guy I told you about at work pissed me off today and I really do not want to deal with him tomorrow and I’m sure you won’t mind letting me borrow your clothes.”

“I swear if he ever comes near you when I’m there I’m going to kick him so hard that it will end his future bloodline,” he huffed as his voice raised in volume the more angry he got. “But of course sweetheart, I love it when you wear my clothes,” he spoke this time his voice a lot calmer.

You laughed at his comment and the change in his tone as you held his hand and kissed the back of it. Your Seungmin was definitely back to normal and was behaving like his normal mischievous but endearing self. You were happy that you were able to help him in his times of need and that he knew you were someone he could lean on.

Finally, you closed your eyes you fell asleep to the quiet breathing of your boyfriend in his warm and loving embrace.

© byeguyshiladies04 2024

[konigs-left-pec]

Scent

A/N: I unfortunately had to start my blog over due to a bunch of stupid things I couldn't fix, so I'm reposting the only two fics I've ever posted (including this, my first ever smut.) Please give me your feedback so I'll know if it's shite. Thank you, babes! ❤️

Rating: E/MDNI. (Breeding kink.)

Summary: Despite having been intimate with you for some time, König notices something different about you and it's absolutely irresistible.

"Oh, scheiße... that's it."

You perked up at the way he rasped those words against the seam of your cunt, distracting you from the way you were aching for his fingers or cock, positively soaked and waiting for him to do something. Anything. You were always ravenously horny at this point in your cycle so this wasn't unusual for you, but his reaction despite still being fully clothed and literally just getting into bed with you was.

"You smell so good. I just-" you heard the clinking of his belt, felt his hands moving against your belly and thighs as he pushed inelegantly at his pants and boxers, "Fuck..." In a fit of possession, rough hands grabbed behind your knees, pressing them back to your chest and pushing the air from your lungs as he dove in straight at the source. He licked and sucked from your clit to your entrance like it was life-saving nectar, the sweetest ambrosia, filling his lungs with your scent as his nose bumped against you, the little hits of sensation lancing up your spine and making you squirm and arch against the bed.

"König, it just means I'm fertile." You said matter-of-factly, a throwaway comment as you stretched with an airy sigh, spreading your legs wider and dragging your nails gently over his neck and shoulders, wishing he'd just get to fucking you. He sat up and wiped your slick from his chin in a way that made your core twitch.

"Ach! I've been trying to figure it out for months." One thick digit pressed into your heat quickly followed by a second, causing you to gasp. You were so wet and so ready it felt like honey pooling in your slit, causing your bones to itch with anticipation.

"Will you let me fuck a baby into you?" He asked suddenly, seriously as his fingers kept on sawing into you, your hips churning slowly in counter. Had you heard him right? His eyes were glued to where his fingers plunged in and out, his other hand pressing down on his hard cock. He looked up at you pleadingly, withdrawing his hand only to place those sticky fingers in his mouth and suck, leaning fully over you.

"You will be so beautiful when you're full with my child, Y/N -" he said it like it hurt, a private confession pulled into the light to be judged. He pressed into you, heavy cock slipping finally through your sopping folds to repeatedly, blessedly bump against your neglected clit, "Bitte, mein liebling."

You had barely said yes before he'd made his first thrust, thick length parting your gummy walls as you threw your head back, hissing out a breath and clutching his shoulders as he rocked deeper and deeper into your aching clasp. He was desperately kissing you, all teeth and tongue as he licked into your mouth like he could steal your affirmation before you changed your mind. Honestly, your mind was pretty useless with the way he was groaning and fucking into you; each thrust deeper than the last, a jolt of pleasure pain on each ingress that burned out your senses and had you bearing down on his cock as you inched closer to your end.

"Touch yourself." Came his strained command, his rhythm faltering and pace slowing slightly as he breathed heavily through his nose, jaw tight as he reined himself back from the edge. Lazy thrusts lit up your belly as you quickly reached between your bodies to swirl your fingers over your clit, overcome with images of a pregnancy and your King with a babe in his arms, a babe with your hair and his eyes...

"m'close, so close, König... please..."

He all but whimpered against your neck, licking a hot stripe up the column to purr into your ear, "Give it to me, mein schatz." He picked up the pace, pressing into something devastating inside you that had you keening, twitching and pulsing around him as you hit your high, gasping into his mouth as he spent himself with a painful sounding groan. He thrust lazily a few more moments, drawing out the aftershocks and making sure his seed stayed where you both wanted it to be. He gently rested above you, holding his weight off of you as he began to soften; he studied you as you recovered, gentle puffs against your cheek and dark eyes set on your flushed face as he hoped you wouldn't regret this.

"You know..." you pressed a sweet kiss to the apple of his cheek, ruffling the damp hair at the nape of his neck, "it doesn't always take the first time."

"I guess we'll have to keep trying, ja?" He chuckled, clearly relieved as he withdrew from your body, drawing you close and lovingly pressing a hand over your belly where he hoped to take root and make his home.

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After the events of losing a comrade, you watch Simon move around empty

Warnings: PURE FUCKING DEPRESSION, angst, mentions of PTSD, major death character, soft!simon, husband!simon, depressed!simon, nightmares, swearing

“Did some force take you because I didn’t pray?”

A/N: Listen…I literally almost threw up when we saw him die like 😭 I wanted to just lay down and die. This is how I would think Simon would react after knowing and been married to you for a while. 🥲 Also a little hint that Soap had a partner for the Soap readers out there. 🖤

simon x reader guide

simon x reader fluff/angst

You waited as you watched the world fall apart and settle. You knew Simon was out there, in the midst of it. When you got the text “I’m comin’ home.” You were thrilled, you thought everything was fine.

However.

It wasn’t, Simon came home as you waited on the couch. Immediately he stared right at you, you saw how distant he was. How cold. How sad. You stood up and walked to him as his shoulders dropped. You grabbed the side of his face and had him look at you. He didn’t move as his eyes landed on yours.

“What’s wrong.” You whispered trying to find an answer through his eyes.

He is tired. You kept thinking, nothing happened. Everything is fine. He is just tired. Sometimes he comes home like this. No he doesn’t. You corrected. Something was wrong.

Tears brimming on the edge of his painted eyes. You only seen on two fingers that you seen him cry or tears in his eyes. You looked at him concern rubbing his cheek bones on his mask. He inhaled, shakily. “He…Johnny.” He whispered, his voice cracking.

You scanned his eyes, trying to find out why he was talking about Soap like he…No. He can’t be. “Is he hurt?”

Simon looked away grabbing your wrists. He stared at your fingers, looking at the ring he gave you just a couple of weeks before the hell broke. He squeezed your wrists not hard but little tighter. “No…He-He’s…”

“Oh,” You said quietly before he looked up at you then he wrapped his arms around you holding you close. “I’m so sorry baby.”

You heard a soft sob as he squeezed you. You held the back of his head and back, rubbing soft circles. You both stood there for a moment before guiding him to the couch taking his boots off. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t speak, he just let the tears fall. Never have you seen him like this. Usually he would lock himself somewhere until he was ready to just lay with you or cook with you.

This. This however he was in a state of shock? Numbness? The old Simon wouldn’t be like this towards you but now you were just grateful he was. When you took off his boots you stood up, his head still on the ground his shoulders stiff. You gently grabbed his chin, he looked up at you. “Let’s get you in the tub.” You whispered.

“Let’s just go to bed.” He disagreed, standing up and moving around you.

The next couple of months was hell. Either Simon would jolt awake and be covered in sweat to the point he felt the need to shower. Or you would wake up to him mumbling Soap’s name, getting closer to him to feel the heat radiating from his body.

Which made Simon feel worse, waking you up because he couldn’t sleep or even be asleep hurt him more. His pain is causing you pain. Even though you reassured him over and over again that it wasn’t that. He told you that he was going to Scotland to spread his ashes which you didn’t mind.

It was a week before he came home, you didn’t ask how it went because it mostly was hard from him. So you made his favorite food and tea as you both sat at the table. He played with his food, picking at it before sighing and left the room. You made a container that most likely wouldn’t be touched by him. He ate sure but it wasn’t his normal eating habit.

One night the nightmares became worse and it was was the same one. The tunnels connecting as gunfire was heard in the distance. Kyle and him sprinting to help just to see Johnny getting shot. Again and again. Hearing Price yell for him. Hearing HIS voice call his name. Feeling no pulse. See the crimson blood soak the floor. The cry and scream of his partner when him, Gaz, and Price went to bare the news.

This time he wasn’t mumbling his name he screamed. Which snapped you awake immediately, you turned to see Simon shaking his back facing away from you. “Simon,” You said sternly but not in a malicious manner. You placed your hand as he snapped up, making you jump from the sudden movement. He snapped his head to you, eyes wild, tears pricking. He searched your eyes, you tried to quickly change your shock impression before he saw it but it was too late. He got out of bed quickly. “Simon.”

He shut the bedroom door, quietly leaving you there. You waited for a moment before walking out. Noticing he wasn’t home yoh went back to bed. Waiting until he came home. During that you pulled out your phone and text Price.

Simon felt his phone go off, it was Price. He sighed answering. “You are awake.” Price mumbled.

Simon grunted. “Can’ sleep.”

“Me neither,” He sighed through the phone. “Meet me at the base Simon.”

Simon grunted in response turning around to head home. He didn’t go inside but text you to inform you. You just said okay with a heart, that’s what he loves about you never pushed. Never showed how you were irritated or upset that he wouldn’t. You knew eventually he would tell you, slowly it took time.

It wasn’t until the next day Simon came home, you were getting out of the shower when you saw him sitting on the bed. He looked at you his eyes searching his eyes. Simon’s eyes always told the story, for you, you always knew what he truly felt. That is another reason he loved you, he didn’t need to vocally tell you how he feels, you just knew.

You frowned and walked up to him, placing yourself between his legs and wrapped your arms around his head and back. Placing him on your stomach, he large arms engulfing your body closer. “I could’v saved him,” You stayed silent as he sighed. “He was too young. The bastard had so much ahead of him.”

You nodded rubbing his back, you didn’t say anything still. What could you say? Simon said all the things that are true. You inhaled deeply moving your arms to cup your hands on his face. Having him look up at you. “You couldn’t do anything more than you already were.” You whispered, you rubbed his cheekbones up and down.

Simon’s eyes saddened more, he knew you were right. It was the part of him that thought about his friend and his comrade. Someone he eventually cared for. He hummed and nodded once before inhaling deeply. “That’s what Price said. I just…wish there was something more I could’v done.”

You hummed acknowledging his comment, everyone wishes something to have changed. To go back in time for that last second or minute before things go south. It’s unfortunate part of life not being able to go back to reset. Simon sighed. “I just…” His voice cracks, you start tearing up from him about to cry. Simon is known to be the “tough” one, the one that doesn’t show tears for anyone. The vulnerable side of him doesn’t present often basically rarely.

“Walking into base and not hearing the annoyin’ cheerful scott…It just…its hauntin’.” He mumbles looking up at you once more.

You nodded and leaned down to kiss his forehead. Guiding him back to your stomach holding him. A question came to you, knowing that he would never say yes to it. It clawed at you the more you thought about it. You inhaled deeply. “Why not ask Price for a short leave?”

Simon tensed up, making you tense up, subconsciously slapping yourself in the face. Until you felt him relax. “Okay.” He mumbled into you, squeezing you tighter

“Okay.” You whispered, you didn’t know how long you both stayed like that. You didn’t care. All you cared about is that you had to be his light, like he has been for you.

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Patience is a Virtue C. Loveland

Colston Loveland x fem!Minter!reader

synopsis - Colston gets the trophy, and finally gets the girl.

wc - 3.8k

contains - UNEDITED! this is based off of this request! READER IS COACH MINTER(michigan defensive coordinator)'S DAUGHTER!!!!!!! kissing, hugging, fluff, cursing, stress over the game. guys if u don't like my cute outfit i picked then #1 ur a hater and #2 it's not a big deal! think of something else🤞🤞🤞 cause my Adidas navy handballs with gold accents ARE STAYING. there IS a picture of the outfit im describing but im obvi not gonna stick it in the middle of the fic so if anyone wants that i guess request or message me lols?

an - GUYS PLEASE LET THIS POST LETS PRAY TOGETHER. THIS WAS CUTE. i've been getting the BEST requests lately. i'm on my Michigan FOOTBALL grind. ive spent a long while introducing the jesse minter daughter reader.... she might have to stick around. i want to write for Blake Corum but don't know what to do because literally all i have written for the past week is like "girlfriend or friend of player reader comes to watch their playoff game, reader and love interest kiss after love interest wins game" so... DONT GET ME WRONG I LOVEEEE WRITING THAT SHIT. but it feels so repetitive. BUT THIS? I LOVED THIS. daughter of the coach is so scandalous and i love it. minter is only 40 so like we're just saying he had his daughter (reader) pretty young, like 21. hope u enjoyyyyyyyy ;)!

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You woke up with a start. Your body jolted as you brain registered a shout somewhere in the room. You sucked in a breath, opening your eyes, only to close them again. You squinted, trying to orient yourself. You were in a hotel room, your brothers were the ones shouting.

You groaned at the realization, then let out a shout when you felt three small bodies land on top of you.

"Holy shit, get off of me!"

They immediately scrambled, most likely going to tell your mom you cursed in their presence. You loved your 3 baby siblings, but they were pains in your ass sometimes.

You heard a faint "she said shit mommy!" in the conjoining hotel room, and rolled your eyes. You sat in bed, stretching, grabbing your phone before grabbing your bag and locking yourself in the bathroom before your mom could scold you so your siblings shut up about it.

Today was the college football playoff championship, and it was safe to say your family members above the age of 8 were stressed. It was 8:11, and you had to be out the door by 9:50. You showered, drying your hair after and then starting to pick your outfit. You brought a lot of different gear, you had not clue what you wanted to wear to the game. You had so much Michigan gear, and even more maize and navy colored clothing, courtesy to your father.

After almost 30 minutes, you decided on a cute denim skirt, a maize long sleeve, and your navy Adidaas Handballs. You perfected your hair and makeup, successfully erasing any signs that you'd only been awake for about an hour.

You came out of the bathroom all put together, your bag and pajamas in hand. Your siblings were sitting on your bed, watching something on the TV. Since you guys had 6 people in your family, you'd gotten two hotel rooms with the connecting door in the middle. You slept in one room with your little sister on the other bed, and your parents and brothers slept in the other room. You walked through the connecting door, checking the time. 9:17.

Your mom was getting ready in the bathroom when you walked into it. You sat on the closed lid toilet and started talking to her about the plans for today.

"You really gotta stop cursing in front of the littles!"

Your mother scolded you, a grin wide on her face. She was joking, of course. You and your parents had always been close, you'd been their baby for the longest. You'd been with them since they were two just married 20 year olds in college. Not that you remembered it, but you were there for all of your dad's junior and senior year games when he played at MSJ. You'd been there through all the coaching jobs. From Cincinnati, to Georgia State, to the Baltimore Ravens, you'd been there through all of it.

You sat with your mom until it was time to go. Your dad corralled everyone together, taking a photo before you all headed to the elevator. When an elevator came, it opened up and there was barely any room unless your parents held two of your siblings, so you told them to go ahead and that you would wait for the next one.

You only waited about a minute before the doors slid open again, revealing none other than Colston Loveland. His eyes lit up, a grin shining on his beautiful face. You'd always had a weird little thing with Colston. No words were ever said about it, but there had always been a vibe between you.

Being the daughter of the defensive coordinator definitely drove a lot of the guys, even ones you had classes and other school related things with, far far away. The boys knew how protective their coach was of his family, and didn't want any bad blood on the team. Something about you just attracted Colston so heavily. He knew he shouldn't even think about it, but he never could help himself.

"Hey coach."

You rolled your eyes at him playfully as you stepped into the elevator. He always called you coach, he had to remind you he was one of your dad's players. You would've loved to forget that for two seconds.

"Hi Cole."

He could've died. You'd called him Cole, instead of Colston. It was the smallest, most insignificant little thing, but it made him melt.

"Where's your family at?"

You tilted your head towards him, he wanted to talk, okay. You smiled at him, he loved it.

"The other elevator was too full, some of the guys were on the way down too."

He nodded, the smirk never leaving his face. You thought about kissing it off of him, then realized you had just thought of kissing his smirk off of him. Shit. You were in deep with this kid, and there was little to no chance anything would ever happen.

The elevator reached the lobby, and Colston gestured for you to step out first. You exited the elevator, the boy hot on your tail. You were immediately greeted by a hallway packed full of Michigan players, coaches, families, and more.

You have Colston one last glance and smile before finding your mom, taking your baby brother out of her arms and into yours, playing with him. Colston's eyes followed you, he admired you as you smiled and laughed with your brother. You were perfect. He was gonna have to find a way to get around the fact that you were his coach's daughter.

You held your brother with one arm and your sisters hand with the other as you smiled at the cameras, walking through to the buses. Your family followed behind the rest of the coaches and families, the team trailing behind you.

The ride to NRG took longer than you assumed it would, almost an hour because of the traffic, and it didn't help that everyone could tell that the buses were transporting one of the CFP Championship teams in them.

Everyone went into the stadium together, through some backstage type area. You walked with the team until you had to go separate ways. You hugged your dad, squeezing him tight. You would see him again before the game, so you saved your 'Good luck, I love you Dad.' sentiment for then.

You'd always had a special connection with your dad, you were closer to him than almost anyone else. You were his baby, his first baby. Still, you were his baby in his eyes. Your dad would do anything for you, and he was quite protective. Though he was protective, all he wanted was for you to be happy, and if it meant dating one of his guys, he would have no problem with it.

Your family sat bored in the box of the stadium, looking down on the field as Washington practiced. There was over 6 more hours till the game started, and there was practically nothing to do.

You took a nap on the carpeted floor of the box with your siblings for a couple hours, your mother snapping photos that although you were embarrassed of, were undeniably cute. Once you guys had woken up, there was about 2 hours till game time. You voted with your family on whether you guys wanted to stay in the box, or sit way close to the field. You all wanted to be closer to the field, you wanted to see the action head on.

Your family departed the box, along with a few others to see the team one more time before the game. You got down onto the field in about 20 minutes, and stood with your dad for awhile. When you were being told it was time to go, you quickly hugged your dad.

"Good luck, I love you!"

He thanked you, saying the three words back as you guys waved at him, going to leave. Your eyes caught on a certain brunette as he ran off the field, his eyes finding you quickly. He smiled at you, ugh, that smile.

"Good luck, Cole!"

You smiled at him, right before you turned to go up the tunnel. More and more fans started to pour in as you got settled into your bleacher seats. You were three rows from the bottom with a perfect view of the field. You settled in as the national anthem ended and the game began.

As the game progressed, you were so happy to say that Michigan was winning, the entire time. You'd caught Colston's eyes multiple times during the game, letting it linger for a few seconds before giving him a stern look and gesturing towards the field. He'd mouth back, 'okay, coach.' and turn back around. Your mother caught the interaction once, her heart warming seeing her baby with a crush.

You stood up, your brother in your arms as you jumped up and down, shouting, Michigan had finally won! You cheered and danced around with your little siblings as you celebrated. You were all so insanely proud of your dad. Soon though, you were being escorted to the field, eager to see your father and congratulate him.

Blood was pumping and hearts were racing as you exited the tunnel, smiles burned onto your faces as you went to look for your dad. You held your sister's hand as you two ran around, trying to find him. Your mom shouted, and you turned to look at her. She pointed to your left, and there stood your dad, hugging one of his players. Your sister went back to your mom, to walk over to your dad with her as you all but sprinted over to your dad, weaving in between sweaty boys and families.

Your dad saw you incoming and held his arms out accepting your forceful hug. You both laughed, your dad squeezing you tightly. Your best friend had finally done it.

"Literally told you you would do it."

He laughed again, agreeing as he laid a kiss to your temple, pulling back with one arm to accept your other siblings into the hug, who'd finally made their way over. After a minute, you took your siblings from your dad so your mom could hug him, and kiss him, much to your brothers' disgust.

After talking with your dad for a little, you spotted a familiar 6'5 frame standing by himself as his teammates walked away from him. You sauntered over, shouting his name when you were in earshot. The brunette quickly turned around, the smile already gracing his face deepening.

"Well hi, coach."

"Congratulations, Cole. You know your catches were pretty legit."

You gave him a slightly impressed face, shrugging your shoulders. He laughed, rolling his eyes playfully.

"You can't win 'em all over, can you?"

You laughed in turn, stepping closer to him. Colston's heart was racing as he looked down into your eyes.

"But really, Cole, you were incredible, serious."

He nodded, accepting your praise with a grin, before he looked around, over-exaggerating a look of being in thought.

"You know, coach, I think I might just deserve a reward, for my quote incredible performance."

Your eyes widened, your heart starting off, faster and faster.

"Really? What might that entail, Cole?"

Shit, he was gonna have to kiss you if you kept calling him that. He was about to take the leap. He knew he had to at some point, and he was on an adrenaline rush, that just chanted at him to do it.

"Well I think it entails you accepting a date with me back in Michigan."

Your jaw dropped slightly, you were dumbfounded. Colston really wanted to go on a date with you?

"For real?"

Colston nodded, seemingly confident, though he was shaking in his boots on the inside.

"Well then, I think we can make that work."

Colston's heart erupted. He literally could not have been happier. He'd just won the Natty, and got his dream girl to agree to a date, holy fuck. You got nervous all of the sudden, leaning up to kiss his cheek, before turning to leave.

"Just text me, Cole!"

He nodded, his eyes following you as you went to go find your family again. His family came back over to him, they'd been gone for just a second but stopped and waited when they saw him talking to you. His family, especially his mom, knew quite a bit about you.

You found your family, immediately grabbing your moms hand to pull her a few steps away. You looked at her with the biggest eyes ever, still in shock over what had just happened.

"What's up, sweetheart? Why are you all, thousand yard stare-y?"

"Mom Colston just asked me out, and I said yes! And then I kissed his cheek! And then I left!"

Your mom laughed, her baby was finally growing up. You'd had a few boyfriends in all your days, but you'd never been proper crushing like you were right now.

"That's so good! I knew this was coming, we just had to wait for one of you to get the courage."

You blushed, hiding your face in your hands. Your smile suddenly dropped, a realization coming to you.

"Is dad gonna hate me?"

"Why would I hate you?"

Shit.

You ended up telling your dad later on in the night, when you were tired and sitting in the back of a restaurant the team was celebrating in. Your family didn't party for too long, having a 4, 7, and 8 year old didn't exactly allow you guys to stay out for too long. Even your parents 19 year old daughter got a bit cranky if she stayed out too late.

When you told your dad, he just laughed. He knew you and Colston had things for each other, he was waiting for the tight end to make a move.

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You were stressing. Tonight was your date with Colston. You sat at your vanity, ranting to your roommate over it. You put on makeup and did your hair, wanting to look cute but not over the top.

Colston had told you to wear comfy clothes, so you were in one of your most common outfits. Leggings and a Michigan sweatshirt. You stared at yourself in the mirror, doubting yourself. You had known Colston for over a year, almost two, but you didn't really know him that well. You wanted him to like you so badly.

"Babe, you look fantastic. He's going to stare at you all night."

You sighed at your roommate's encouragement. But before you could respond, you got a text from Colston. He was outside your dorm building. Your roommate pushed you straight out the door, saying bye.

You went down the stairs quickly, making your way out of the complex. You saw Colston as you opened the door, slipping out. He looked up and smiled at you, his stupid beautiful smile.

"Hey, Gorgeous."

You felt the heat on your face even in the Ann Arbor cold. You smiled, shaking your head as you gave him a spin, showing off your extra casual outfit.

"Even in this ensemble?"

He nodded, his smile deepening. He pulled you into his side, hugging you. You were immediately enveloped in his warmth. You ducked your head down to hide the shock in your eyes. He smelled really good.

When you pulled away Colston led you to his car, opening the door for you before going around and getting in. You two buckled up before Colston pulled out of the parking spot, setting off into Ann Arbor. He gave you the aux, warming your heart. You both knew he probably didn't listen to the same music as you, but he wanted you to listen to whatever you liked.

Smaller Acts by Zach Bryan came on when you hit shuffle on your main playlist, making you smile. You resonated with the song, always having thought that smaller acts of love were more important than any grand gestures. You got to really look at Colston while he drove. He kept his eyes right on the road always, until you got to a red light, that's when you'd jerk your head back forward as he turned to look at you. He was really pretty, his jaw was so insanely defined, he had a strong neck, and the deepest brown eyes. You stared at the tattoo on his left forearm, he was hot, to put it simply.

You drove for around 40 minutes before the car slowed, pulling onto a gravel driveway. You looked out of your window, seeing a large screen and projector, and lots of cars. He had brought you to a drive in movie. You could've cried when you saw the sign reading the movie you would be seeing. Ocean's 11. The very first time you ever talked to Colston, he'd asked you your favorite movie. You said you couldn't pick one, then settled on Ocean's 11 because it was one you'd seen so many times you could quote any scene.

You couldn't believe he remembered. You'd never mentioned it since then. That was the kind of smaller, seemingly insignificant thing that meant the world to you. You jerked your head to the left, staring at Colston with wide eyes. He was dealing with the tickets for a few seconds before you pulled into a spot, then he finally looked to you.

"Cole, I cannot believe that you remembered."

Colston smiled, and on the inside he was celebrating that you loved it. What he hadn't expected though was you leaning over the console and hugging him. It was honestly the sweetest thing any guy had ever done for you, you were beyond grateful for this boy, and it was your first date.

"This is the sweetest thing a guy's ever done for me, I'm being serious."

Though you were mostly saying that about the fact that he'd remembered, the date itself was also amazing. Colston knew you enough to know that you'd have preferred this over any fancy restaurant, and that meant a lot.

"It's the least I could do, coach. You mean something to me, 'm gonna take care of you."

You just squirmed in your seat, getting more comfortable and smiling as you looked ahead of you. You wordlessly reached over and slipped your hand into his, pulling them into your lap.

Colston was so happy he could've gotten out of the car and started dancing. He acted as cool as he could on the outside. You two settled in as the movie began.

At some point, Colston had reached back into the backseat and grabbed a blanket that he tossed into your lap, and a bag of food and snacks.

You traced your free hand over Colston's tattoo, admiring the line work and shading. The movie ended, and Colston's hand stayed with you as you two began the drive back. You fell asleep on the drive, your head leaning against Colston's arm.

You woke up slowly about 5 minutes out from school. You kept your head on Colston's arm, but allowed yourself to carelessly stare at him in your tired state. At a stoplight, he turned to look at you, smiling deeply when his eyes met your sleepy ones.

"Hey, coach. Nap good?"

You smiled and nodded, yawning at him. He laughed lowly, turning his head back when the light went green. You parked outside your building, dampening your heart. The night had been perfect. You sleepily got out of Colston's car, after he told you to not dare opening your own door. He walked you up to the entrance with his hand on your back, rubbing his fingers back and forth lightly.

When you got to the door you stopped and turned around, wrapping your arms around his middle.

"Thank you so much Colston. This was like, the best date I think ever."

He smiled, hugging you tightly. Colston had the best time, obviously you were gorgeous, but getting to talk to you one-on-one without interruptions was his idea of a good time. His insides melted whenever you fell asleep, and before then, he could've swore he was in love while you traced over his tattoo.

You pulled away from him, looking at the boy through heavy eyes. He looked absolutely handsome in the dim lighting of a street lamp. You put your hands on his shoulders, leaning up and kissing him. You probably wouldn't have if your drowzy mind hadn't commanded you to. Obviously you wanted to, but you weren't sure if it was 100% mutual yet, but it was.

Colston's hands went to hold the back of your head, his hands in your hair. He kept the kiss shorter than you would've liked, knowing you were tired.

You looked up at him with stars in your eyes, a smiling fighting its way onto you face. Colston's hands shifted from your hair to your jaw, rubbing his thumb over your cheek.

"I'll see you tomorrow baby."

Your blown out eyes widened at the name, your heart clenching in your chest. Colston saw the reaction, his lips quirking up the slightest bit.

"I'll see you, Loveland."

You let go of him, turning towards the door. You paused for a second, quickly turning back around and kissing Colston again. Colston's hands grabbed at your hips, pulling you closer. Colston smiled brightly into the kiss, giggling to himself.

You pulled away from him, a grin falling to your face.

"You ever gonna let me leave, coach?"

"Thinkin' about it."

"You get inside, gorgeous. It's too cold for you to be out here."

You smiled, nodding at him, letting go of him for the last time.

"You gotta go too, off season just started. You gotta stay on your A-Game Loveland."

He laughed at you, shaking his head as he watched you walk into the dorm complex, turning the corner and out of his sight. You ran back up the stairs and to your room, squealing like a 13 year old as you described your date to your roommate.

Colston sat in his car, texting his mom that everything went well. When he put his phone away, he finally let himself think that you were the girl he'd want to be with forever. It was finally real. The boy just had to be patient.

[raapija]

Hi. Could you please write a little something about strollonso raising the two babies? Like their experience with the twins when they were just a few months old maybe? About being parents for the first time. And the older kids meeting the twins and interacting with them. Sorry if this doesn't make sense.

Thanks for this cute prompt ! <3 Have fun reading, and I hope you like it !

summary: It's a couple months into Lance and Nando having the twins. The house is a mess and both of them are dying from sleep deprivation, but other than that, it's going great ! Also, Charlos come to visit... warnings: no warnings babes <3

Fernando was spread on his and Lance's bed, every limb pointing to a different direction like a starfish. He was on the brink of falling asleep, when he heard the baby monitor go off, a small cry coming from the other end. He dragged his hands over his face and sighed, laying for a couple seconds more before heaving himself up and making his way downstairs.

Lucía had woken up and was now crying like a fire-siren, making Fernando's ears ring as he entered the babies' room. He carefully got the little girl into his arms, resting her against his chest and shoulder. He rocked her gently and shushed her, while walking over to Jayden's crib to check on him, too.

"Increíble..." he said under his breath as he saw the boy was still fast asleep, completely clueless to his sister's crying from before.

Fernando made his way towards the kitchen, opening the fridge to get a bottle of already pre-made baby formula. He then sat down at the dinner table, holding the baby girl safely on his lap and slipping the bottle into her mouth.

After Lucía had finished eating, he got her back up into his arms to burb her. And oh boy, did she burb.

"Ay, dios mío, mi pequeña niña." Fernando fanned the air around them with his hand. The little girl could produce some of the nastiest smells.

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After he had gotten Lucía settled back into her crib and she had fallen asleep, Fernando made his way to the living room to find his husband passed out on the couch. His hair was a mess, his shirt was probably on backwards and he was literally drooling. Fernando thought he looked a bit ridiculous, but in a charming, endearing kind of way.

Lance was clutching another baby monitor in his hand and Fernando gently got it out of his fingers. Lance stirred a little in his sleep, and Fernando's heart skipped a beat as he got spooked that he had woken him up. But alas, Lance was still far away in his dreams.

Fernando decided to stuff the baby monitor into the kangaroo pocket on his hoodie and then go prepare something to eat for the two of them. He was a terrible cook, but he figured Lance would appreciate the gesture either way.

He popped one of his favorite CD's in the kitchen radio, El Sueño de Morfeo was the band. He put the volume on low and danced around the kitchen, humming along with the melody and throwing together a mix of leftovers. He even chopped some fresh tomatoes to go with it. Fernando had always told Lance if there was someone he would marry instead of him, it was the lead singer of the band, Raquel. And Lance would always sneer at him and say he would marry some sleazy hockey player from the Habs that Fernando refused to remember the name of.

¬

Fernando gently poked on Lance's arm to try and wake him up. When the poking didn't work, he tried kissing him like a Disney princess that had fallen into a deep slumber. No luck there either. He looked at him a bit longer before growing impatient.

"Wake up, idiot." he barked and Lance jolted awake, looking around in a panic and then slumping back down when he saw Fernando smirking at him.

"Hello, churri. I made you dinner." Fernando cooed and Lance rubbed his eyes.

"How long was I asleep for? Are the kids okay?" he croaked and sat up. Fernando kissed him on the cheek and then hurried off to the dinner table to pull one chair from under it, beckoning for Lance to come over. After Lance had managed to drag his body over and sat down, he went to grab him his plate, placing it before him with unnecessary flair. Lance scowled at him and then started to pick through the food with his fork, trying to figure out just what exactly it was he was about to put into his mouth.

"Bebés are fine. I fed Lucy about half an hour ago, both sleeping." Fernando said and watched Lance's expression go from doubt to pleasant surprise when he tasted the food.

"I'm impressed." the Canadian said and took another forkful, seemingly hungry from his sleep. Fernando smiled and dug in himself.

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Next morning, Fernando was shuffling around the house trying not to make too much noise while tidying up. He had his arms full with a selection of milk bottles, rattle toys, teddies and onesies.

Carlos was coming over to see the twins for the first time in a month and he was bringing sweet and lovely Charles with him. Oliver was staying with Charles's parents, which had made Fernando's blood boil when they had told him last night over the phone. He wanted to hold his grandson, maybe steal him from them for good. He was so adorable; Oliver looked exactly like Charles with his itty-bitty little green eyes, long lashes and rosy pink cheeks.

"What are you doing?" he heard Lance whisper from behind him. Fernando almost dropped everything as he quickly twirled around, holding in a scream from being scared by him. Lance stared back at him, still groggy from sleep and his bathrobe sliding down off one of his shoulders. His shirt was all crinkled up and his pajama pants barely held onto his waist with the strings hanging loose. The hairband in his hair was hardly keeping his messy bun intact.

"Cleaning." Fernando hissed at him and went on to dump all the stuff from his hands into a big toy basket and slammed the lid shut. He'd deal with it later when the guests were gone.

"I see..." Lance raised an eyebrow at him. "Coffee?"

"Please." Fernando sighed and they both made their way towards the kitchen, avoiding stepping on loose duplos and little wooden cubes.

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"It's weird, how much they look like Lance." Carlos said as he stared at Lucía and Jayden on Fernando's lap on the couch. Carlos was squatting in front of them, examining the kids closely.

"Well, they are mine..." Lance noted from behind him but the younger Spaniard ignored him. Carlos reached out his hand and one of the babies grabbed onto his finger, making a babbling sound. He shook hands with the baby, saying a Spanish greeting as well.

"They're beautiful. Right, Carlos?" Charles nudged Carlos with his foot and the man grunted, presumably agreeing. Lance yawned, already craving for another cup of coffee after they had just stood up from the table and put their cups away.

"Tough being a dad, right?" Charles asked him and Lance nodded. Fernando smiled from the couch at them.

"These two are infinitely easier compared to Lando and Oscar." he said and then looked at Carlos. "Not to even mention you."

"Shut up." Carlos growled and stood up. Fernando smirked up at him, clearly amused by his reaction.

"I would love to know what Carlos was like as a child." Charles joined in and Carlos shot him an angry look. Charles furrowed his brows at him. "What? You never talk about that stuff..."

"Oh, he was a nightmare." Fernando said and earned himself an angry look, too. "There was nothing in the house he wouldn't break or steal or loose. And he would always rope Lando and Oscar into his plans."

"Shut up, shut up, shut up!" Carlos tried to drown Fernando's voice out and covered Charles' ears with his hands.

"He was horrible. I don't know how I managed turn him around." Fernando continued and Carlos threw a loose teddy bear at his head.

"Okay, enough, you two." Lance jutted in, gathering his babies from Fernando before they got mixed into the fight as well. Fernando threw the teddy back at Carlos, missing him by just a centimeter. Lance scurried off with Lucía and Jayden, hiding behind Charles for protection. The two Spaniards kept throwing toys at each other until Carlos got a hold of something with hard edges and Charles finally interjected.

"Jesus christ!" he chuckled, a little scared, and grabbed the kid's book from Carlos' hands. The Spaniard looked at him disappointed, as if he had spoiled all the fun. "Enough."

"Hah, I win." Fernando peeked from behind the couch and Charles had to actually hold his man back from charging at him.

"This is what I get from coming to visit you." Carlos huffed, while Charles straightened his clothes. Fernando giggled from behind the couch and the whole room could hear Lance roll his eyes. The twins were not impressed by the whole scene at all and were actually looking a bit droopy.

"Baby nap time." Lance announced and shuffled out the living room, leaving Fernando alone with Carlos and Charles.

"Okay, lo siento." Fernando said and patted Carlos on the back. The younger Spaniard glared at him, but accepted the apology. One thing Fernando always taught his kids was, that they should always apologize, no matter what.

He then turned to Charles and covered the other side of his mouth with his hand as if to block Carlos from hearing what he was about to say. "I'll tell you everything about him later. Don't you worry, mi cielito."

"Stop flirting with him, papá." Carlos stuck his finger between Fernando's ribs and made him squeal. Charles laughed and Carlos grabbed him to pull him away from Fernando, who was rubbing his side in pain.

"Someone has to, you're hopeless." Fernando croaked and Charles giggled more, making Carlos turn beet red. The younger Spaniard wasn't exactly the most romantic guy, and Fernando had always found it inconceivable that he had pulled someone like Charles. Perfect, handsome, sweet, talkative Charles... and then there was his son. Perpetually grumpy and unsociable.

"No, I like him just the way he is." Charles said and pecked Carlos on the cheek, making him blush even more. Getting kissed in front of your dad must still be universally embarrassing, even if you're past 30.

"Uh-huh..." Fernando hummed and looked at them. They did make a pretty good-looking pair. Opposites attract, right? That's what he and Lance had as well.

[mymoodwriting]

Disconnected

Omega!Reader x Werewolf!NCT

Genre: A/B/O

Warning: Kidnapping, Imprisonment, Manipulation, Medication, Physical Violence, Yelling, Minor-Self Harm, Blood, Magic

Words: 3.8K

Chapter Six

(Prev//Next) (@peanutpinet @starillusion13)

Prompt: By removing the weakest link, werewolves were able to grow far more powerful than anyone could ever imagine. They lived in peace knowing they were top of the food chain. That is until a certain pack made an unbelievable discovery, causing them to question their past, present, and future. Omegas aren’t supposed to exist anymore, but they couldn’t deny the fact they had found one.

“Hm… where am I…?”

As you regained consciousness your senses started coming back to you. The room you were in was unfamiliar, but then your eyes landed on the body at your side. You screamed and fell off the bed. Memories started coming back to you and you reached up to your shoulder, feeling the bite mark that lingered. 

“… you’re awake…” Yuta peeked his sleepy head over the side of the bed. “Are you okay?”

For a moment you were still in shock, but as everything began to settle in you grew upset. You started screaming at Yuta, which certainly woke him up.

“What is wrong with you!? How could you just bite me!”

You managed to get on your feet and Yuta also sat up. He was clearly still out of it, but trying to figure out how to respond.

“I… I’m sorry… I just didn’t… didn’t want to lose you and…”

“That wasn’t something you get to decide! You fucken bit me! It hurts!!!”

All the screaming had drawn attention, and next thing you knew the door opened and some of the others came in, asking what was going on. You weren’t gonna stick around to provide answers. You saw an opening and you were in good condition, so you decided to run. You quickly shifted and slipped past everyone out the door. There was no time to second guess so you kept moving until you found an exit. You found yourself surrounded by trees, which could provide you with good cover. Although you suddenly came to a stop as you hit something and tumbled back.

You swiftly rolled and got back on your feet, looking around to see what happened but there was nothing in your way. You tried to run again only to hit a wall, literally. You moved cautiously and soon realized there was an invisible wall before you. Just as you were about to try and find some sort of work around you heard the others step outside. They were slowly surrounding you, forcing your back against the wall. You stood your ground and growled back at them, wanting a reason to fight. They obviously didn’t want that, and had to be careful in their movements. The last thing they wanted to do was hurt you.

“Listen, Taeyong put up a barrier around the house.” Kun explained. “You can’t leave, and the witches can’t track you either, or any of us for that matter.”

You knew that was true, you’d seen barriers get put up before, and understood the magic behind it. The only person who could remove them would be the spell caster, or someone with powerful magic. You shifted back to your human form, but remained ready to attack.

“Where’s Taeyong?”

“He’s resting. I’m sure you know casting such a spell can be very draining on someone who’s not a witch.”

“Take me to him.”

“Y/n, he-”

“Now!”

You weren’t asking, you were demanding, and that was clear to all of them. Kun agreed, so he along with Yuta and Doyoung escorted you back into the house. They took you to one of the rooms upstairs, knocking at the door and being allowed in when Johnny permitted them entry. When you walked in you were a bit taken aback. Taeyong was lying in bed, and he looked quite ill. He was missing a bit of color, and his breathing seemed labored as well. For a moment you felt bad, but then you remembered your own situation. Taeyong appeared to be sleeping but that wasn’t going to stop you. While everyone was distracted you went over and slammed your fist down on Taeyong’s chest, jolting him awake. The others quickly acted and pulled you back. You fought them off as you yelled out your grievances.

“You’re no better than your ancestors! This stupid obsession with omegas turns to hatred, and then senseless slaughter! Why don’t you just kill me now and be done with it! You’re no different than the monsters who murdered their own kind!!!”

You got yourself free and stormed out of the room, not giving Taeyong a chance to speak. You made your way back outside and shifted to your wolf form, walking along the barrier’s edge. There was no way out, and you already knew that. You weren’t going to give them any sort of attention, so you found a spot outside and curled up. Since you were their prisoner you’d act like one and just keep quiet and away from them. Maybe you could think of something and get out of here sooner rather than later.

♥♥♥♥♥

Taeyong was certainly startled by the way he was woken up. His whole body ached, but he still cared more for you. He could tell you were upset by the way your voice cracked, and the tears that stung your eyes. He was fortunate you had stormed out after yelling since he had no way of responding to you. Kun looked him over once more, making sure he was still healing. The others apologized for bringing you over as they didn’t know you’d do that. In the end he was fine, so he didn’t care. If anything he was glad to know you were awake and on your feet.

“What do we do next?” Doyoung asked. “We’re all here but…”

“How is she, Yuta?” Taeyong asked. “Since you’re bonded.”

“She’s hurting, and scared, and depressed. We took her from her home, her actual home, so she’s certainly not happy with any of us.”

“I know… but she’s still a member of our pack, and we’ll treat her as such. So no one better mention her attacking me, I already forgave her for it.”

“She’s sulking outside right now.” Johnny added. “Are we just going to leave her there?”

“She’ll come around, just give her time.”

That message was relayed to everyone, so all they could do was look after you. They watched you from inside the house, making sure you were still there, although you couldn’t really leave. Someone would go out and leave you food and water, but you barely touched anything. You remained as a wolf curled up out there all day and all night. Yuta was the one constantly staring out the window. He could feel your pain, and wanted nothing more than to soothe it, but he knew he was the last person you wanted around. The best he could do was watch over you from a distance and make sure nothing happened to you.

The thing was that you could feel Yuta’s stare, and his heart. On occasion you’d see him watching you, but you ignored it and kept your gaze out into the forest you couldn’t reach. Still, you knew he was hurting for you. He wanted to take care of you and make everything okay and those emotions of his were a bit overwhelming. A few times you felt the tears, but you forced them away. He forced this bond on you, and you weren’t just going to give into it, to him, to all of them, cause he felt bad.

The guys also had to keep an eye on Yuta since he wasn’t eating much either. He was like your guardian angel, and through the bond they knew he was more or less on the same level with you. For the most part things were fine during the day, but at night was when they got worried. The weather outside was decent, but once the sun went down it did tend to get cold. Since you remained a wolf you had your fur to keep you warm, but it wasn’t enough for Yuta. This particular night seemed cold, and he could tell you were shivering out there. He didn’t tell anyone what he was doing and merely went outside, shifting into a wolf himself. He knew getting you inside was highly unlikely, so he could do the next best thing. You were already asleep, so he just curled up close to you, hoping to keep you warm through the night.

♥♥♥♥♥

You whined as you began to wake up, feeling warm. It wasn’t entirely new to you to be sleeping outside. You did so back with the coven, but that was usually for naps in the sun. It was cold at night, but it wasn’t too bad. You had gotten used to it, but this time around you slept rather well. As you got up you realized you weren’t alone. You jumped up and moved away, growling at the wolf at your side. They quickly shifted, and you should have known who it was right away.

“I’m sorry. I just hate seeing you alone out here, especially at night.”

You could tell Yuta meant what he said, but you didn’t want to focus on that. You shifted as well and met his gaze, staring him down.

“The bite mark doesn’t mean anything!”

“That’s a lie!”

Two wolves sleeping outside would have been noticed in the morning, and seeing a fight break out prompted others to interfere. Xiaojun was the first one out, and he had overheard your conversation.

“When we first brought you here you were sick with a fever for days. You didn’t get any better at all until Yuta stayed by your side. The bite took, you’re bonded, and even if you want to fight it and deny it, it’s real, and you’re part of our pack because of it too.”

“You’re just talking nonsense.”

“Believe what you want, but it’s about time you come inside. You’re gonna wind up seriously sick if you keep staying out here and skipping meals.”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re not.” Yuta stated. “I can tell you basically have a cold, and I’ve had enough of you pouting. You’re coming inside.”

You didn’t really get to protest as Yuta grabbed your arm and dragged you inside the house. You probably could have fought him off and held your ground, but you were already feeling a bit sick, so you let him take you inside. He took you to the kitchen and had you sit at the table while he got you some meds. You didn’t object and took them with water.

“Good girl.” Yuta pet your head. “How about you rest in an actual bed this time.”

“Whatever.”

“Come on then.”

Yuta took your hand and led you to one of the rooms upstairs. It wasn’t the one you had woken up in before, but it was clean with fresh sheets. You didn’t say anything but Yuta left you alone to rest. You thought about getting into the bed, but you had been sleeping on the cold floor for a few days, so a soft mattress wasn’t going to be comfortable. Instead you grabbed the blanket off the bed and laid it on the floor. You shifted and curled up, glad to sleep on something comfortable. Without realizing it you had fallen asleep, only to wake when you heard a knock at the door. Yuta poked his head in, smiling when he saw you curled up on the ground.

“You need to eat.”

You had barely lifted your head when Yuta came inside. He sat down next to you and set down a tray with food. He grabbed the utensils and held them out to you, wanting to feed you, but that was a step too far. You shifted back and moved away.

“I’m not some child, and just cause I’m in the house it doesn’t mean we’re on good terms.”

You felt the sting your words caused Yuta, feeling a bit bad for being so cruel, but you weren’t exactly in a state to apologize. Yuta’s smile dropped and he put down the utensils.

“Uh, the guys made dinner, and I figured you’d be hungry… also best not to have meds on an empty stomach.”

“Right… thanks…”

You pulled the tray closer to you and ate. You weren’t that hungry, but you ate a good amount so Yuta wouldn’t be disappointed. He did his best to hide his smile from you, but you could feel it.

“I’m gonna wash up then come back to bed.”

“Come back? Is this your room?”

“Yes.”

“Oh… why-”

“I didn’t want you to sleep alone anymore. I’m also not gonna let you sneak off outside again.”

“Okay…”

“I’ll be quiet when I get back, so you can sleep.”

Yuta retreated with the food tray, leaving you alone once more. His scent lingered, and you realized you picked up on it rather easily. You could feel his happiness, but you didn’t want to let it consume you. It was easy to fall back asleep on a full stomach with a warm bed, and you didn’t know when Yuta had returned at all. When you did wake up the sunlight was peeking in through the blinds. It was nice to wake up in comfort, and you quickly realized why. Yuta was curled up next to you in his wolf form, fast asleep. You didn’t freak out this time, instead feeling a bit of joy, and finding him rather cute. You gently leaned over and nuzzled his side.

Seeing Yuta like this made you happy, but then you realized why. In this moment he reminded you of your friends, of Jun and Seokmin, and the countless times you have laid down to rest together. Tears began to blur your vision, and you began to cry softly. That’s what wound up waking Yuta, and he quickly shifted back. He knew you were hurting, but he wasn’t sure why at the moment. So for now he pulled you close and pet you softly, telling you everything was going to be okay. You don’t know for how long you cried, but eventually the tears dried up.

“Are you up for breakfast?”

You didn’t answer, but Yuta knew what your response was anyway. He had no problem carrying you down to the breakfast table. You didn’t have to shift, but you didn’t want to stay as a wolf on the floor. You took a seat next to Yuta and let him serve you. The others were happy to see you at the table, but you weren’t up for conversation. You quietly ate and let them talk among themselves when you suddenly felt a hand on your head. You looked back to see Taeyong smiling down at you.

“I’m glad to see you here with us.”

“… you’re looking better…”

“I feel better, but I’m not back to my old self just yet. What about you? I heard you were on the brink of catching a cold.”

“I’m fine…”

“That’s good to hear.”

Now that you were back in the house, you couldn’t just storm off again and pout. You hadn’t really come up with anything while you were out there either. Taeyong had done the spell, and you weren’t sure if he’d take it down, even if you behaved. Even if you were to try some sort of counterspell, you didn’t have the power for that. Seungcheol hadn’t really taught you magic, so you were on your own. Even if everyone in the house was nice, you still missed home. They were surely looking for you, and you had no idea how they’d take the news of your kidnapping. The whole situation was ridiculous, and you didn’t want anyone getting hurt because of it.

Things in the house began to feel like deja vu. You’d play games with the other boys, or lounge around and watch TV. It felt like before, when you thought you had no home to return to. This place was like home, and you felt that truth from Yuta. His joy was so contagious it was hard not to smile and go along with everyone. You did things with them you hadn’t done before with your friends, and many of the time the boys told you it was normal for packs to do that. Even though you didn’t talk much with them, that didn’t deter them from engaging with you. The only downside was that you couldn’t run around freely, none of you could.

“And… start!”

Some of the funner things to do was mess around with each other, so a game of tug of war was in order. You were on a team with Ten, Xiaojun, Hendery and YangYang, while you were competing against Jeno, Mark, Renjun, Chenle, and Jisung. Your team won by a hair and you collapsed on top of Hendery.

“Good job.”

“Oh please, you guys did all the work.”

“You’re strong too, don’t forget that.”

“I want a rematch!” Jisung pounced on top of you. “And you’re gonna be on my team this time.”

“No, we already called dibs.” YangYang countered. “You can get some of the other hyungs to play, but y/n stays with us.”

There was laughter and smiles all around. Everyone just seemed so close to each other, and you did want to be close to them. Yuta had been inside working on lunch, but you could tell he had been peeking over. Your joy would be felt by him, and he’d feel happy because of it, and you’d feel that too, so it all just looped around. You liked things this way, but you missed home as well. More than anything now you wanted to figure out a way to make all of this work, to keep both sides with you, but you weren’t sure that was possible. You didn’t think about it often, but fear lingered in the back of your mind. 

Magic wasn’t protecting you, which meant you could go into heat. You’d be vulnerable to all of them, and when it got down to instincts you feared getting hurt. Growing up you had been told about werewolf history, what they did and why, so even if you were seeing the best of them with your own eyes, it didn’t change what you had been taught. If things could stay this way perhaps you’d want them to, but you couldn’t stay in this delusion for so long. You needed to talk to Taeyong and the others, properly talk about everything. Just pretending wasn’t good for you, or for anyone.

“What exactly was your plan with bringing me here?”

Taeyong had agreed to your request to talk, and he understood the subject matter you wanted to talk about. This wasn’t to be a private discussion since some of the others didn’t have answers either.

“We needed more time.” Ten began. “The witches were going to send us home and wipe our memories, your memories too, so things could go back to the way they were.”

“They were gonna make me forget you?”

“We were gonna forget everything about each other. That seemed extreme, and Suho was considering it. That’s why we had to run somewhere else, and to bring you along.”

“It’s been days now, you know they’re looking for me, and I doubt they’re gonna be happy.”

“We know.” Jaehyun added. “Although we’re not so sure what our options are. Your coven is after us, and I’m certain our pack is as well. So hiding is our best bet.”

“You can’t hide forever.”

“Are you gonna leave us?” Sungchan asked.

“I… I don’t want to, but I do miss my home too.”

“You still have a choice here.” Taeyong stated.

“Well, you kinda messed with that.” Your hand instinctively reached up to your bite mark, eyes looking at Yuta. “I don’t know if I could do anything to help.”

“Can’t we just stay like this?” Haechan wondered. “We have everything we need here, and each other.”

“The magic I used isn’t that strong.” Taeyong reminded. “I’m honestly surprised we’ve lasted this long. I am still sorry about what happened, y/n. Despite your wishes we all feel this need to keep you close and protect you. Although I’m scared things could go bad at any moment.”

“I know what you mean… I can feel how much you care, all of you, through Yuta, but the peace within a pack like this didn’t last the test of time.”

“Perhaps we should speak with the elders again.” Sicheng suggested. “With y/n present this time. If she’s meant to be an equal in our pack, she should be able to speak for herself and her choices.”

“The problem is will the elders listen to us again.” Kun said. “You guys didn’t do so well the first time.”

“Why not ask for help?” Jaemin mentioned. “There’s gotta be someone powerful who’d be willing to help us.”

“Help us with what?” Jungwoo wondered. “To hide us?”

“It was magic that took omegas away from us, can’t magic fix it?”

“It would require powerful magic.” Jeno admitted. “The witches also said it wouldn’t just work for us. Omegas in general would return to packs, and not everyone might be on board with that.”

“We don’t know that.” Renjun added. “What if we just told everyone about this…”

“You’re suggesting a possible war.” Doyoung countered. “We’ve had peace with witches for generations, to reveal the existence of omegas… how do we know the majority won’t just slaughter them all for good this time?”

“Cause we don’t want her dead, we want her here with us, surely others do too.”

“What you’re suggesting is risky. Not to mention all the other omegas don’t even know what they really are.”

“We do need to start considering some actual options.” Johnny stated. “The witches are bound to find us soon.”

“Maybe they’re not looking for us.” Shotaro mentioned. “They know we’re serious about keeping y/n in our pack.”

“You forget who my master is.” You added. “And the coven probably isn’t happy with what we did either…”

“Let’s take a moment and regroup tomorrow.” Taeyong suggested. “We all need some time to think.”

No one argued with that. The situation affected everyone, so it was best to think things through before making any kind of decision as a pack. Yuta was certainly worried about losing you, but it was your turn to assure him things would work out. It was a little difficult to sleep, but Yuta managed, for a while at least. He jolted awake in the middle of the night, figuring it was nerves and stress, but he quickly noticed you weren’t with him. He thought you might have gotten up to get some water, but something felt off. He quietly stepped out into the hall, calling your name, but he got no response. Yuta went down to the kitchen, but he didn’t find you there either. Although he did pick up on your scent. He wound up following that out the door, and then he caught a whiff of something else, blood.

“Y/N!”

Yuta frantically looked around for you, and when he saw you sitting down on the floor he rushed over. He grabbed your shoulders, wondering what was wrong, but he didn’t need to ask. Your claws were out and there was blood everywhere. Strange symbols were drawn on the ground with your blood, and your eyes were completely black.

“… y/n…”

“You’re so dead for this.”

[junjiie]

해찬  ##  🗯️ ⠀ &THEAFTERPARTY..

twenty live-in-able. ⠀ wc 2.2k. ⠀ warnings none.

waking up every morning with a crick in his neck and cramps in his legs was, admittedly, getting a little old. no matter the amount of protests from quite literally everyone who’d ever sat on it (though not many had since donghyuck had made it his temporary bed), mark continuously flat-out refused to buy a new sofa, defending it again and again with excuses such as ‘my brother bought it for me,’ and ‘i’ve made so many memories with it!’

(the last statement, when desperately exclaimed to their group of friends, was met with a majority of disgusted looks, renjun going as far as to stand up and move to one of the spinny chairs by his kitchen island instead. mark then immediately began trying to save himself—’not those kinds of memories! i meant, like, normal ones! but still good!’—but the damage had been done, and no one had believed a word he’d said).

this morning was no different, and hyuck groaned in pain when he flung a leg out from underneath his flimsy blanket and it clicked in about three different places. sunlight was pouring in through mark’s living room windows, and despite all the aches and pains twinging throughout his body, haechan felt strangely good as he heaved himself into a sitting position and ran a hand through his hair. he felt.. energised. ready to do things. to be productive. 

ready to do things, he repeated in his head, with a nod to go with it. or so he thought.

“like, ‘ready-to-move-out’ do things, or..?”

mark’s voice sounded from behind him, shortly followed by the click of him turning his coffee machine on, and hyuck whipped around with a scowl to meet the grinning face of his best friend.

“fuck off, i will eventually! your sofa’s pissing me off, i’m gonna end up with scoliosis at twenty-four. it’s just—i don’t know, i don’t actually think there’s anywhere for me to move to. injunnie keeps sending me listings, but all the rent prices are crazy.”

he flopped back down onto the uncomfortable cushions, intending to wallow in self pity, but the sudden scalding warmth of a mug being placed on his stomach made him jolt back upwards to ensure he didn’t drop it, unsure of whether to level mark with another glare or a look of thanks. he settled for what he hoped was an adequate mix of both, and mark snickered before his face softened into something sympathetic.

“you know i’d let you crash here permanently if i could, but this place is small as fuck even with just me.” his brow furrowed after he took a sip of his own coffee, setting it on the little table beside his (or rather, hyuck’s temporary) sofa before listing off all of the options he could think of on his fingers as they came to him.

“renjun’s shacked up with that yangyang guy who works at kun’s, jake dorms, jiung.. what is jiung doing? last i heard he was trying to sublet. maybe you could get him to kick the other guy out?”

donghyuck shuddered at the thought, shaking his head vehemently. “yeah, but then jiungie would be, like.. my pseudo-landlord. no thanks.”

they both shared a laugh at that, and then mark was straight back to the drawing board. “if not that, then i don’t think i know anyone with a spare room. unless you wanna try and hit up jaem—”

“no. god, no. i’d rather die.”

mark cracked up again at that, creasing over so far he almost knocked his mug over from where he’d picked it back up, prompting haechan to take it right back out of his hands. it took a few moments for him to recover, and once he had his eyebrows scrunched even more while he tried to think of a solution to donghyuck’s problem while said donghyuck abandoned his own coffee to the table and returned to his self-pity. 

his wallowing again didn’t last long, but this time it was due to the shock that came after mark’s sudden yell, the sound so loud it echoed around the walls of his small apartment.

“mark, what the fu—”

“you could stay with yn! i heard him complaining to jeno about how everyone in the friend group, like, takes turns crashing on the tiny sofa bed he has in the ‘even tinier spare room, that i don’t even think is supposed to function as a room’—his words, not mine.”

at the mere mention of your name, about a million different (made up) scenarios rushed into his head all at once, a mix of memory and fantasy. breakfast in the morning, knocking knees entirely on purpose under the table. clothes half on and hair sticking up in every which direction, music from a playlist shared faintly humming through the room. even if it was all ripped from his imagination, and all he’d probably get in reality is a rude awakening from keeho telling him to pack his things and find the nearest youth hostel, it still sounded.. ideal.

which. it shouldn’t have. not in any way, shape, or form. the mornings with you he’d just dreamed up had all sounded—well. romantic, in a way. and that was a can of worms he didn’t want to open with a half-finished coffee that was going colder by the minute, and mark lee right next to him (because while he loved him, really, the canadian couldn’t keep a secret to save his life. he never meant to spill, but once he got rambling it was hard to tell where he was going to end up). it wasn’t like donghyuck had intended to start possibly-maybe smile a little more whenever he was with you, to hope you were scheduled for the same shift so he could see you, talk to you, trade mock insults and mess around when it was running a little quieter than normal. to spend more and more time with you, as much as he could get away with.

it had just happened, snuck up on him and caught him completely unawares, and it was (more than) a little embarrassing. how would he even explain it to you, if he ever? hey, i know we were supposed to be sleeping together with no strings attached before i ditched everyone—you included—for a year, but now i’m back and we’ve made up, and i think i like you, haha. isn't that so crazy? you’d probably give him a black eye. two black eyes.

“hyuck! dude, stop daydreaming, we need to get real.”

mark’s shout snapped him out of his momentary daze, and he felt the tips of his ears burn red at being caught out, flopping backwards onto the sofa cushions again after placing his lukewarm coffee back on the table for the second time to avoid it being noticed.

“how? i can’t just—walk up to him and ask to live with him, mark. that’s weird as fuck.”

the way the canadian looked genuinely confused at his answer was almost painful.

“why not?”

and that question alone was how donghyuck ended up standing outside the coffee shop at eleven pm on the dot that night, trying with all his might to resist how mark was attempting to push him through the doors. he wasn’t scheduled for tonight, but you were, and that was the sole reason he was dragged here. to ‘just go and ask, man, he’ll totes say yes,’ and then brace himself for whatever heavy object soobin would most likely throw at him afterwards.

“oh my god, get off me, i’m actually going to push you into the road,” he huffed, shaking mark’s grabby hands from their vice grip on his shoulders and shooting him a glare, to which mark just grinned. “fine, i’ll ask! but if he tells me to fuck off, i’m blaming you.”

mark shrugged in response, looking completely unbothered. “do what you want, yn won’t do anything. he likes me.”

he opened his mouth to retort, but let it fall closed again when he (begrudgingly) realised that that was, in fact, true. hyuck flipped his smirking temporary-roommate off and turned on his heel, trying to keep his head high and dignity intact even if he could clearly hear mark’s snickering behind him. the door opened easily, bell chiming to announce his arrival, and then slowly swung shut behind him.

what then followed was a few moments of awkward eye contact with shota, who had straightened up from where he was clearing a table and simply stared at him, right into his soul. hyuck cleared his throat and mustered up a small wave before making a dash to the counter, where you were stood behind fiddling with one of the machines. soobin gave him a look from his place at the register when he knocked on the wooden surface of the countertop to catch your attention, but he tried his best to block him out for the time being.

you turned around at the noise, and a smile spread over your face when you saw who had made it. “hyuckie, hey. what’s up?”

he was a little ashamed to admit that he froze up on the spot, fingers tapping nervously on the wood while he tried to figure out a way to just come out with it. can i stay on your shitty sofa bed? please? mark’s sofa sucks. i had unrealistic romantic fantasies about us this morning. i promise i don’t snore. 

instead, he floundered for a few seconds more before finally blurting out something along the lines of “do you know anyone with a spare room,” half mumbled and almost unintelligible. he felt both his cheeks flaming and soobin’s eyes burning into the side of his head after he’d said it, wishing he was far, far away. maybe he could put up with the cricks in his neck and the cramps in his legs.

your eyebrow quirked in question, coming closer to the counter and leaning on it with an elbow. “a spare room? i mean—i do, kinda. it’s pretty small, but still.. live-in-able, i guess. why? who’s asking?”

“um.” he cleared his throat and balled his hands up into fists at his sides, eyes focusing on a spot just past your head so he didn’t have to make eye contact when he said: “..me?”

there was a resounding silence throughout the whole room, and distantly he heard soobin shut the register with a distinct snap. he was expecting something to be chucked straight at him in the next few moments, but instead—laughter. your laughter, in fact. when he finally turned his gaze to you, you were creased over with mirth, arms wrapped around your sides. it took a couple seconds for you to fully recover, and even when you had you were still a little short of breath, the occasional giggle slipping out as you spoke.

“why’d you look so scared? i’m not gonna kill you, hyuckie. if you need a place to crash then my spare room’s all yours, as long as you chip in a little.” the grin was back, corners of your mouth turned upwards, but it started to look a bit more like a smirk as you carried on. “and i’m not paying for a new mattress, either. that’s all on you, i’m afraid.”

donghyuck practically deflated with relief, sharing your smile now that the worry was off of his back. “i’m not an idiot, ynnie, i wasn’t expecting you to let me crash for free. but—thanks. a lot. mark’s sofa was starting to kill me a little, i think. when should i..” he trailed off, unsure of how to finish his sentence and hoping you got the message. it took a second, but when you reached the conclusion he was going for you straightened up and clicked your fingers while you gave the answer.

“oh! i can come and get you from mark’s after i get off work, if you want. i’ll even help you carry your stuff—and maybe buy you dinner, if you’re nice.” you finished your sentence with a wink, and hyuck tried not to do something incredibly embarrassing, like squeal like a little girl.

“i’ll be the best,” was what he managed to promise instead, mentally patting himself on the back for keeping it together. now that plans were made, you both bid your goodbyes to one another, and donghyuck turned around to leave again—steadily ignoring how soobin was still giving him the evil eye. the bell on the door announced his departure, and he turned to grant you a quick wave before he was back outside and face-to-face with where mark was leaning against the wall on his phone.

“so?” there was a grin on his face like he already knew what the answer was going to be. “what’d he say?”

“he said yes,” hyuck mumbled, letting the older canadian immediately throw himself at him in a celebratory hug and then start to drag him down the street, endless strings of words tumbling out of his mouth about moving out and farewell drinks and far too many other things he couldn’t keep track of. he was focusing harder on keeping the colour from rushing to his cheeks, from keeping his head from spinning too out of control. 

how the hell he was going to get through living with you unscathed, he’d never know. he supposed all he could do was cross his fingers and hope he didn’t embarrass himself too much.

which, if he was being honest, was already looking unlikely. it was going to be a long night.

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[l0serloki]

More Attention

Gamer!Ajax x Reader

Genre : Smut

WC : 700

Summary : Childe was too busy with his friends and playing his game to give you attention. You came up with other ideas to make him notice you.

CW : Reader gets called kitten, fem!reader, degrading, handjob, slight breeding kink, mentions of overstim, dom!ajax

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You sat bored on the bed as your boyfriend continued to game. You had tried almost everything to get his attention with little to no luck. You had already gone through a movie and every video possible on your phone. You looked back as Ajax continued to make callouts to his buddies.

“Bro she’s literally one. Right side.” 

He was distracted enough as you stood up and got behind him. You trailed your hand down his arm and he glanced to the side. He gave you an eyebrow raise as you kissed his cheek. “Pay attention to your game.” You replied and sunk down to your knees. Crawling under his desk you placed your hands on either thigh. 

“Baby what-“

“I thought I just said to pay attention to your damn game. It’s obviously more important than me.” You slapped his thigh and his body jolted. You couldn’t help the thrill you felt knowing he had to keep quiet. He looked down with pleading eyes before coughing.

“Yeah don’t worry dude I’m good. My girlfriend was hungry or something, gonna be my last one.”

You could almost cackle at the pain in his voice as your hand drifted to his bulge. You rubbed up and down, massaging him. Feeling the jeans grow tighter, you moved a bit faster. You could hear his breathing get harsher as your pace increased. Something about making him spill in his jeans made you get even more excited. You felt his hand grip your back and you looked up at him, his blue eyes almost feral. You could feel the tell tale sign of him getting close and rubbed your cheek on his thigh. Ajax’s hand flew to his mouth as he muffled a groan, cumming all over himself. You felt pride overtake you as you looked up to his fucked out face.

“Guys, I’ll talk to you later.”

Childe threw his headset down and pulled the chair out further from the desk. “You think you’re fucking funny pulling something like that? Making me cream in my pants like I’m a teenager?” His rough hand gripped around your neck pulling your face right into his crotch. “I asked you a question, kitten. Answer me.” You mumbled out a yes and heard him chortle in response. “Of course you fucking do. You’re so lonely for two hours and you come whoring yourself out for my cock. You’re ridiculous.” You sat back as he stripped himself of his pants and boxers, his hard cock springing against his stomach. “Get the fuck up here and fuck yourself. I’m not doing the work.” He motioned for you to sit on his lap and you rapidly got into position. 

Taking off your ruined underwear, you threw them in some part of the room. You couldn’t really care about that when his cock was standing at full attention basically pleading for you. You gripped the shaft and rubbed his tip through your folds, moaning and throwing your head onto his shoulder. “Don’t fucking tease Y/N, you had your fun. Put it in.” Childe bit your shoulder and you jumped. Slowly moving down onto his long cock, your eyes rolled back. It was like this everytime - you could feel him everywhere. 

You had begun slow, almost barely moving. He felt so good even just sitting inside of your drenched walls. “I’m tired of this little game. You think I won’t ruin you?” Childe’s hand slapped your ass and went to your hips. “You’ll take what I give you. Understood?” You weakly nodded as he started fucking you onto his shaft. 

It wasn’t long before you were fucked dumb, Ajax using you like a simple fucktoy. “God you’re drooling everywhere. From this pretty pussy of yours and your mouth. You really are my whore, huh?” His coos only edged you on and you were close. “Baby is gonna cum again? Good girl. Be good for me and give me some more kitten.” You felt his cock jolt into you one more time before it sent you over the edge, mumbling nonsense to him. You could feel his white ribbons of cum filling you as you came down.

“Maybe you should use that method more often if you want my attention.”

[prettygreenpills]

hi! is it possible to request a smutty larissa fic that includes somno, shapeshifting, overstimulation, breeding kink, and whatever suits your creative style, and sorry if it this is or isnt super specific :)

Wake up honey - Larissa Weems

warnings: somnophilia!, shapeshifting, overstimulation, breeding kink, soft!dom Larissa, Larissa x fem!reader, shy reader, shy Larissa, etc.

Guys, this is my first time writing somno. I’ve read some of it, but sorry if this isn’t how you imagined it-

“Mhm- Issa-“ you moaned out, arching in your back as Larissa slid inside of you with her whole length.

“Fuck-“ Larissa moaned and she had her eyes closed. You took her by her arms which she was leaning on and you were too sleepy to open your eyes. The feeling of Larissa inside of you was something what you would accept every single time she would offer it to you. Taking a sharp breath, something made you open your eyes. It was Larissa’s hand on your throat.

“I-Issa-“ you moaned loudly and opened your legs for her even more. Larissa pushed her hips lower and went deeper inside of you, making you grab the sheets. “Oh fuck- please-“

Larissa started rhythmically moving her hips. You were just laying there since you were so sleepy. Turning around onto your stomach, you brought your knee to your breast from the side, with Larissa still inside of you.

“Fuck darling,” she breathed out and you closed your eyes. Feeling her hands on your bum, you pushed it up a little, what made Larissa groan.

She was pounding into you and you were moaning onto your pillow. Biting on the sheets, your eyes rolled back into your scalp and you were too numb to move.

Larissa took your hands and put them behind your lower back. She was holding them there with one of her hands, with the other one, she was stroking your ass.

“Oh Larissa- oh!” You whined out when she became faster. You were a mess. Your hair falling into your face, your breathing so fast, the covers under you moving.

Larissa wasn’t talking anymore, or you couldn’t hear her. She was moving her hips and her hand wandered down between your legs, from the front. Her delicate fingers sat on your needy clit which was literally begging for her attention and when she laid her fingers on your clit, a jolt of pleasure hit your whole body.

“Fuck-“ you breathed out and moved your butt up. Or Larissa did. She was sliding inside of you and out of you in the right rhythm and your mouth fell open. You didn’t say anything, not a single word.

Larissa was fucking you into the bed. Rhythmically, deep and fast. You were clenching around her tightly, feeling a little ball of nerves creating in your stomach. It tickled, made you feel butterflies and sending ants to your feet.

When you felt yourself doing something like clenching around her hardly, you opened your mouth. Your eyes were closed and you didn’t even need to open them to see what was happening.

“Cum baby. Cum for me,” you heard Larissa and you whined. You were so close, so so close to your orgasm and you didn’t want to hold it back. And Larissa knew that as well. She kept fucking you and she wanted you to reach your own orgasm just as much as you wanted to.

“Issa- oh fuck!” You moaned loudly and rested your muscles. Your body fell into the bed.

“Come on baby- again-“ Larissa breathed out and you whined loudly. You didn’t have to do anything, you weren’t even doing anything, Larissa was the one who took care of you. She was holding you just like she needed and she was pounding deep into you.

“Larissa- fuck- please-“ you moaned out loudly and squeezed your eyes shut. Her huge cock was brushing your walls and it felt so good even if it was wrong. You didn’t stop her, you couldn’t stop her. Larissa became rough and wild, there was no point in telling her.

“Yes baby! Yes- fuck you look so cute- oh my god, you’re doing so well for me-“ Larissa was moaning and you just swallowed hardly. It felt weird. Your throat was dry and it was uncomfortable to swallow. Trying not to focus on it, you went back to the woman which was behind you and her cock.

“La-rissa-“ your moan got cut in half. The blonde shapeshifter kept making herself and you feel good.

“Just a little more baby, just a little more. I-I need to cum-“ you heard her moans and the end of her sentence was like from far away. “Fuck baby- fuck-“

Leaving you in confusion, you weren’t sure about what was happening or if it was just a dream. Starting to feel your body, you were surprised when you felt her inside of you. Thinking that your mind was only messing with you, you tried to not think about it at all and when Larissa burried her nails into your soft skin, you knew that it was happening in real life.

“Fuck baby!”

“Larissa!” You screamed and your eyes shot open. You were so confused at what was happening and you didn’t know where were you, when you felt something inside of you, your eyes grew wide and you were breathing through your orgasm which was really happening.

“Oh god-” Larissa groaned and she pushed her hips against yours. When she stopped, you clenched around her so tightly and you fell into the covers, sleepier than ever.

Larissa slid out of you and she laid next to you. Brushing your back, she smiled tiredly and when you looked at her, you were confused.

“What happened?”

“I am sorry darling. I couldn’t help, you are so cute when you sleep…”

“Did you- did you fuck me while I was sleeping?” You asked with a smirk on your lips and Larissa went red in her face.

“I-“

“You’re so cute when you’re needy,” you laughed softly and brushed Larissa’s cheek. Larissa smiled shyly and moved against your hand.

“I couldn’t help.”

“Yeah I figured,” you chuckled and looked down onto the covers. “Oh god-“

“You enjoyed it too love.”

“Yeah. Pretty much.”

[graciegoeskrazy]

on this night, in this light

george + charli + xcx!r

warnings: nightmares, panic attacks, emotional distress, past trauma, parental absence, I think that's it? honestly not that graphic but it defiantly talks about it.

a/n: HEY FRIENDS. this idea has been in my brain for far too long. and I KNOW a lot of y'all were wanting some more George x xcx!r so here it is. I;ve been writing a lot more for charli? I swear a lot of the knew xcx!r fics are like charli AND George? I don't hate it tho. It's def still madly George dw dw. hope y'all enjoy <3

It was an abnormally normal night for George and Charli. For the first time in months—perhaps even over a year—there were no meetings, concerts, fittings, sessions, or even a peep from their email or texts that were business-related. They had shut everything off, putting aside their careers for the day, to focus solely on you.

Between more songs or DH2, and even the entirety of the Brat campaign, it had been no secret that time spent with all three of you together had been slim. Especially in the past few months with the launch of the Sweat Tour. Today, your Mom and George had vowed that since they had a day off, they would dedicate it entirely to you.

Even with a million things going on for both of them, you had been nothing but patient and kind. Sure, you missed them more than the waking world when they were away, but you understood that they were literally living their dream, and you didn’t want to get in the way of that. Not that they would say you were. In fact, they would probably say you’d been the most supportive during the process.

The day was mainly filled with watching movies, the three of you curled up in their bed, making up for the lost time. They cherished every moment, knowing how rare such days were. They laughed and talked through the films, with your mom occasionally stealing glances at George, a silent agreement passing between them. They were happy and content, basking in the simple pleasure of finally being a family.

Later, as the evening wound down, they sent you to bed. You couldn’t remember the last time you had both of them put you to bed, but Charli swore that you wouldn’t want them to do it forever, so she savored every moment.

Nightmares had been frequent when you were younger. When they were really bad, there were nights when you would wake up screaming or even in a cold sweat. George had heard of how bad they were but had never experienced them firsthand. There would be nights when he had passed by your room or when you were up in the kitchen, and he would ask what was wrong. You would say “bad dream” or something to that extent. Charli had said it was a result of your father and your fear of him coming back. From there, it would escalate into other dreams - darker ones. But as you grew, you grew out of them. That was until recently.

It was an ordinary night, and the house was wrapped in silence when George heard something that jolted him from sleep. At first, he couldn’t make out the noise. It was a distant murmur, something that didn't quite penetrate his half-asleep state. But then, the scream, clear and unmistakable. It was you. George was instantly awake, nudging Charli beside him.

“Charli,” he said, his voice a tense whisper. His hand on her shoulder was enough to make her stir but not fully awake. When the second scream broke through, he nudged her again, this time more urgently. “Charli!”

The house, which had been so still just a moment before, was now filled with a cascade of screams. The two of them sprang out of bed, their hearts racing as they raced toward your room. The darkness of the house seemed to engulf them, causing George to turn on the nightstand lamp as he entered your room, casting a warm, soothing light.

You were screaming in your bed, tears streaming down your cheeks. Your cries were raw, filled with fear and desperation. George sat down next to you, while your Mom took the other side of the bed, her face etched with concern.

“Shhh. Wake up, baby. Wake up,” George said softly, his voice trembling with worry. You wouldn’t budge, still trapped in the nightmare.

George gently held your head, afraid you would hurt yourself against the headboard if you continued to thrash. Charli grasped your hand, brushing the stray hairs from your face in a soothing gesture. “Y/n, wake up, my love.”

After a moment, your tears subsided just for a second, and you shot up in bed. Your eyes were wide, and the feeling of two people beside you, yet not knowing who they were, scared you even more. It was Charli’s calming voice that finally pierced through your fear. “Shhh, it’s okay, it’s okay. It’s just us.” Your eyes met theirs, still filled with fear. Charli continued to speak softly. “You’re okay now.”

Despite her words, you continued to cry. Your breathing was fast and uneven, and soon enough, Charli and George saw a sight they recognized all too well.

George reached out, grabbing your hands as you tried to pull away. “Breathe, Y/n.”

You shook your head vigorously. “I can’t—”

“Yes, you can. Breathe with me.” He led you through the breathing exercise you had practiced together during previous panic attacks. “In through your nose, out through your mouth.”

After a while your panic subsided, and you were left with your tears and sniffles. “A nightmare?” George asked gently.

You nodded frantically, tears still streaking down your face. “Yeah.”

“Do you want to tell us what happened?” Charli asked, her voice soothing.

You thought for a second, then continued, your voice quiet, yet loud enough for them to hear it. “It was really dark,” you said, your voice trembling. “I don’t know where I was. But I found a house, and I went inside. And he was there…”

“Who was there, baby?” Charli asked, his voice a low murmur.

“Him.” The fear in your voice was palpable. “He grabbed me. Once I started yelling, I could hear both of your voices. It was so clear! It felt so real!”

“Shh. I know, I know,” Charli said softly, rubbing your back.

“He wanted to hurt me,” you continued, your voice breaking. “I kept yelling, and your voices kept yelling for me, but you guys never came.”

“It was only a dream, my love,” George said, his voice gentle but firm. “Only a dream.”

“We’re right here with you right now,” Your mom said. “He is so far away from here, and we are so protected that he would hurt himself if he even tried to get to you.”

“You’re safe here,” George added. “You’re safe with us.”

The room was quiet for a moment as you sat back against the headboard, in between your Mom and stepfather.

A thought then crossed Charli’s mind. “How long has this been happening?”

You didn’t respond immediately. Your eyes looked anywhere but at your mom, and you bowed your head, embarrassment creeping in. “Y/n Daniel…” Charli’s voice was gentle but insistent.

“...About two months?” you mumbled, your voice barely audible.

“The whole time we’ve been gone!?” Charli’s voice was filled with concern and disbelief.

“It got better!” you insisted. “On the nights when you both were here, it wouldn’t happen! It just… did tonight, I guess.”

“You should’ve told us, baby,” Charli said, gently caressing the sides of your face, her voice softening with concern.

“I didn’t want to bother you both,” you said, your voice breaking.

“How many times do we have to tell you?” George said, his tone tender yet firm. “You’re not bothering us! It’s literally our job to be here for you.”

“Still, I didn’t want you guys to worry about me,” you said, wiping away a tear.

“Oh, my love,” Charli said, her voice breaking slightly. “That’s all we ever do. There’s not a second that goes by where you are not on my mind. Doesn’t matter where I am. I could be on the other side of the world, performing on a huge stage, and I start wondering, ‘Did Y/n do her homework tonight? Did she eat dinner? Did Mum make sure to feed her?’”

The comment brought a small smile to your face, which was a win in their book.

“If something like this happens again,” George said gently, “you tell us. If nothing like this happens, still, you tell us. If you have a mundane detail about your day, still, you tell us.”

“That’s what we’re here for,” Charli added. “Understand?”

“I’m sorry I woke you guys up,” you said, your voice filled with regret.

“There’s no need to apologize, my love,” George said, squeezing your hands. “Plus, you only woke me up, not your mother. You know how much of a heavy sleeper she is.”

“Well, maybe if you didn’t snore so loudly, I would be able to get up a little sooner to help my child, huh?” Charli said, her voice playful.

“I don’t snore,” George said.

“Yes, you do,” You said with a smirk.

“Excuse me?” George said, raising an eyebrow.

“I can hear it through the walls,” You said, your tone light.

George shook his head. “I’ll have you know that I am perfectly quiet.”

“Oh, please,” Charli said, her smile widening. “I’ve heard you through the walls. And it’s not exactly a whisper.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at their playful banter. It was a welcome distraction from the fear that had gripped you only moments before.

As the laughter died down, Charli brushed a stray hair from your face. “We love you, Y/n. Always remember that. No matter what, we’re here for you.”

George nodded in agreement, pulling you into a comforting embrace. “We’re not going anywhere. Not tonight, not ever.”

With their reassuring presence surrounding you, the fear and anxiety of the nightmare slowly ebbed away. You snuggled closer to them, feeling safe and loved.

They stayed with you on that bed until your breathing evened out. Even then they didn’t want to leave. Especially Charli - George could see that look in her eyes.

“She’ll be alright.” he said, reassuring her.

She took a deep sigh, “Of course she will,” She grabbed his hand. “She has us.”

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Like Real People Do

Photo creds to Pintrest (@katiasbff)

AN: I literally cannot get Wanda out of my head, and I recently saw a tik tok pointing out that Vision had to leave Wanda alone for extended periods of time. Which in turn got me thinking about what she did with her alone time...So here you go :)

Summary: Wanda gets lonely when Vision has to leave her in Scotland, so she tries to find some solace in a dreary cafe.

Word Count: 2.1K

Warnings: mostly fluff and a little bit of angst obvi

It was a dreary day in Scotland, as most days tended to be. Wanda had hated the gloomy spring weather, the stubborn moisture that seemed to hang in the air. She couldn’t open the small bed & breakfast window due to the dampness, which only made her bedroom stuffier. She had only been at the B&B for three days without Vision, but it felt so much longer. Wanda felt like a ghost, roaming through the streets aimlessly, only to return back to her small room to pace there. If she sat alone with her thoughts for too long, all she could think about was the mess her life was.

It was suffocating, the weight of reality was hitting her hard in her solitude. Wanda wanted nothing more than to sink into the floor and disappear. She’d had enough, tired of her own company, she set out for her morning stroll with no particular destination. Wanda allowed her feet to carry her down familiar streets as she tried to focus on the present instead of painful memories. The sun was only just rising by the time she found herself in unfamiliar territory. The buildings around her were an odd collage of businesses and restaurants. A small cafe caught her eye amongst the squat buildings.

It was dimly lit, with dark green paint coating the walls, making the space gloomier. Music played softly in the background, and the seating was mismatched tables and chairs with a few booths tucked away in the back. Lamps were situated in a few corners, serving as lighting as opposed to ceiling lights. The barista was preoccupied, scrolling through her phone, her acrylic nails clicking against the screen. Wanda nearly turned heel and left, craving something warmer, more inviting. But before she could her eyes landed on you, sitting in the far corner, just below an eccentric lamp. Her head cocked to the side as she took you in. You were the lone patron in the cafe, tucked way into the back sporting a pair of reading glasses that reflected the warm glow of the lamp above you. A steaming mug sat in front of you as you squinted at a slew of papers and scribbled on them with a pen. 

Her pause was long enough for the barista to clear her throat expectantly. Wanda jolted in surprise, the vocalization only just loud enough to be heard over the soft music. The woman behind the counter raised a slitted brow, popping her gum with a loud snap. Wanda shot you one last glance before slowly stepping up to the counter. 

“I’ll have a lavender latte with almond milk please.” She reached into her pocket and produced a small leather wallet and retrieved some cash to pay. The barista didn’t bother to hide her disgust when she heard Wanda’s voice, it was something she had gotten used to by now. She wasn’t very good at masking her Sokovian accent, even worse at hiding the slight American accent she had adopted since joining the Avengers. 

“Americans,” The grungy college student grumbled as she accepted the cash, closing the register a bit aggressively. Wanda stepped back but kept a watchful eye on the barista as she prepared her drink, fearful that she would spit in her latte if she turned her back. However, she couldn’t help but let her eyes wander over to you occasionally, she felt this gnawing curiosity as she stared at you. 

“Here, go sit with your fellow scum bag.” The girl slid Wanda’s drink down the counter and Wanda snagged it. Her brows furrowed in confusion, unsure of what the barista meant and how she wanted to deal with the blatant disrespect. 

“Excuse me?” She asked, mounting frustration beginning to cloud her mind. The barista nodded at you in the back, brushing her dyed hair out of her face. 

“That one back there if a fellow American, I figure you’d feel more at home.” The barista’s voice was coated with sarcasm but Wanda still felt some relief. That was until your eyes lifted from your papers to shoot a glare at the barista. 

“Cut it out Gwen” You barely rose your voice, clearly you frequented this place. Wanda went rigid as your eyes found her, even from this distance she saw the not-so-subtle up and down you gave her. She wasn’t sure what to make of it, the slowness felt intimidating but your body language was anything but. You seemed loose and almost inviting, but maybe that was Wanda’s loneliness shining through. 

“Go on, she doesn’t bite.” Gwen shooed Wanda towards the back, towards you. She felt torn now, on one hand, you seemed expectant, watching her keenly. On the other hand, she desperately didn’t want to bother you, and she wasn’t sure she could carry on a conversation. 

“Gwen, leave her alone for the love of God.” You sounded exasperated, dropping your pen you gave Gwen a scathing look, gesturing for Wanda to come over. Panic set in as Wanda forced her feet to carry her towards you, throwing one last look at the door before she stood in front of your booth. You had gathered most of your papers, tucking them off to the side. Wanda hesitated before sitting down and you smiled at her warmly, taking off your glasses and placing them on the table softly. 

“Gwen is right about one thing, I don’t bite.” You laughed and it seemed to warm the room by ten degrees. Wanda shifted, wrapping her hands around her mug and smiling into the frothy coffee. 

“Lucky me,” Wanda said in return, her eyes fluttering from the boring rim of her mug to your face. Your lips curved into a broad smile, showing off pearly white teeth. 

“Yes, well maybe lucky me! It’s been a while since I’ve had company.” You were still smiling as you leaned forwards eagerly, but Wanda noticed a slight cringe cross your features. 

“That sounded sad.” You laughed and Wanda laughed with you, her chest constricting with an odd tightness. 

“No, I totally relate.” Wanda smoothed her hands over her jeans, her trimmed nails scratching at the denim. 

“So, what are you in Scotland for?” You asked, eagerly and Wanda felt her stomach sink. 

“Work.” She said vaguely, sipping her latte so she wouldn’t have to add anything, despite it still being too hot. 

“Ah me too, I’m a teacher. Hence all the papers…” You waved your wrist at the papers stacked haphazardly, some of them nearly slipping off the table as you did so. You scrambled to catch them, tucking them back into the pile. 

“Oh, a teacher that’s wonderful!” Wanda gushed honestly, and you sighed with a roll of your eyes. 

“It can be, but it’s also hell.” You sighed and Wanda nodded in understanding, but she felt something else stirring inside her. A feeling that she certainly hadn’t expected when she stepped into this conversation. 

Jealousy. 

“I’m sure.” Wanda managed to spit the words out past the rim of her mug. She wasn’t sure how well she hid her slight malice. But in true American fashion, you brushed it off if you had noticed and carried on. 

“And what do you do?” You asked as you slowly put your glasses back on, waiting patiently for Wanda to swallow her drink. Wanda cleared her throat, trying to buy herself some time to no avail. 

“Uh, I….am a journalist.” Wanda patted herself on the back for the quick thinking, feeling a small spark of joy as you sighed. 

“I envy you.” You pointed at Wanda playfully and she laughed as you shook your stack of papers. 

“It’s not as glamorous as it seems.” Wanda fought off the last few giggles to get her words out. You smiled and shook your head softly muttering something under your breath. 

“Do you mind if I do some work while we talk?” You asked, and Wanda shook her head. 

“No, of course not, I interrupted you! I can always go.” Wanda nearly jumped out of the booth but you yelped. 

“Oh no, you can stay if you want!” You grabbed your pen and began flipping through your messy pile. Wanda settled back into her seat, trying to maintain her composure. 

“Ok, I won’t leave you then.” She meant it to sound light, but it came out all too sincere. Again, Wanda blamed her inner conscious, regurgitating exactly what she wanted to hear from someone. You looked up from your work, your eyes shined behind your glasses, and a shocked look plastered to your face. 

“Well, if you insist.” You cleared your throat, quickly diving into your work. Your flustered state didn’t escape Wanda, who bit her lip as she pretended to busy herself on her phone. The comforting sound of your pen scratching the paper filled the silence between the two of you. Wanda tried not to stare as you graded your papers, but it was difficult not to. You worked so effortlessly, ticking off one question after the next. Your glasses would slide down your nose and you would diligently push them back into place. Your hair was slipping from the clip that was holding it off your face, and for some reason, the ghastly lamplight made you look so….golden. 

Wanda sat with you in silence for quite some time. You seemed perfectly content with her boring company as you hummed quietly to yourself or grumbled in frustration at the work on the page. Very few patrons dared to come into the cafe, leaving Gwen free to text. Not to say that she wouldn’t touch her phone while taking an order. It was the domesticity that Wanda had been craving, no yearning for. So little was said, and nothing needed to be said. The three of you simply existed, blissfully unaware of whose company you were currently in. 

While this entire interaction was unexpected and pleasant, Wanda still found that jealousy and sadness mixed in her chest. It was a rather unsavory cocktail of emotions and she wished that she could be as carefree as you seemed to be. It had been a full hour before you finished, sighing as you pushed the papers back into a folder, which you shoved into your bag. 

“Good God, I need a drink.” You groaned, stretching your legs and arms while still sitting. Wanda laughed, looking towards Gwen who smirked back. 

“Hey, at least one of us was productive today,” Wanda mumbled as you collected your things, dreading the moment you stood up to leave. You groaned and stood slowly, and Wanda reluctantly did the same. 

“Much to my displeasure.” You quipped as you adjusted your bag on your shoulders. 

“And mine too, I hope that we’ll run into one another again,” Wanda said, once again trying to put a joking tone into her voice, only to come out more serious than intended. You smiled back at her and dug your phone out of your pocket, a grin stuck to your lips as you produced a blank contact page.

"Well thank god for technology then. Here put your information in and we can grab coffee whenever you'd like!" Wanda felt her heart clench in her chest as you passed the phone to her.

She took it with clammy hands, knowing full well that she couldn’t give you her real phone number, that she couldn’t rope you into her messy lifestyle. So she made up a phone number, and she put a small smiley face next to her name. Wanda handed your phone back to you as a rock sank into the pit of her stomach. You beamed at her and pointed at her name on your screen. 

“Wanda.” Her name rolled off of your tongue and Wanda nearly leaped out of her skin. It came as a sudden realization, that was the first time you had said her name. 

“Nearly two whole bloody hours spent together and not once did you idiots exchange names!” Gwen was leaning on the countertop, smacking her palm against it as she howled with laughter. You smiled sheepishly at Wanda, who could feel the redness creeping up her neck and tainting her cheeks. 

“Oh my god.” She buried her face in her hands and groaned as you threw your head back and joined Gwen, bubbly laughter bouncing off the walls. 

“I am so rude! I cannot believe-” 

“It’s fine! I noticed way too late, it would’ve been…awkward to ask once I realized.” You said through a fit of giggles. Wanda groaned and shook her head as she raked a hand through her hair.

"W-What is your name?" Wanda asked as she used both of her hands to pull her hair back off of her heated cheeks. You laughed like the good sport you were.

"It's (Y/n)." You told her and shared a look with Gwen who sighed in contentment and disappeared into a back room, leaving the two of you alone. 

“Anyway, I’ll see you around…Wanda.” You winked at her as you slipped past, giving a gentle squeeze of her arm as you passed. Wanda stood dumbstruck as you left, the soft bell on the door announcing your exit. You waved at her one last time as you passed the front windows and Wanda felt that guilt stir inside of her. She swallowed thickly in an attempt to gather herself before she stepped back into the real world. Before she left the comfort of the dreary cafe in Scotland, and before she tried to wipe the memory of you from her head before you could take up permanent residence there.

[lilithbasically]

So I Can See You Pt 3

Midoriya x Reader x Shoto

A.N.: The initial story has really gotten away from me but I’m enjoying where my brain is going so we’re gonna chase this dragon. Thanks for sticking around, bbies 🥺🖤 For those interested in PITA, I still haven’t settled on an ending I like. Feel free to suggest ideas to me though; I want to do it justice.

New Warnings: Pretty much a RH. There’s a werewolf, incubus, dragon shifter, and a human with 💥abilities💥 but most of that will be discussed in the next part. Read Prev. Warnings for now

Your shrill scream tears through your subconscious and jolts you awake. Anxious clarity fills your senses, giving you a moment of hyper-vigilance. Your hand flies to your abdomen, where you swear you'll find a gaping, bleeding wound. You find nothing of the sort but, you find it peculiar that a dull ache is present. Your eyes dart from one dark corner of the room to another, desperately trying to ensure there are no intruders lurking in the shadows.

Once satisfied, you turn off the television and head into the kitchen to check the set of French doors; if only to settle your shot-to-hell nerves. The chair is still propped against them so you know you hadn't imagined that part of your night. Checking the time you realize it's only been an hour since you sat back down to finish the movie.

"My senses are just in overdrive right now. That man was pretty hot so it makes sense I would have a sex dream about him and the movie as a background probably didn't help matters. A simple case of the conscious and subconscious minds briefly meeting and causing a bit of confusion. I'll just go to bed, get some really good rest, and start fresh tomorrow."

As hard as you tried to keep your eyes closed, your gaze couldn't be torn away from your window. A few times you could have sworn you saw the light of a small screen, a cell phone maybe, brighten in an indiscernible spot along the tree line. Blaming it on the wind simply shifting shadows, you turn your attention to the moving darkness. Not just swaying branches in the unruly wind; No. There IS something out there...watching...waiting. The darkness is literally getting closer. The uncanny vividness of your dream is called into question as you drift into an unprecedented slumber, the wetness between your legs serving as a stark reminder of the very real sensations you experienced just a little while ago.

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Midoriya's nose twitches at the hint of your scent still on his shirt. No doubt his split-haired friend could smell you all over him but, he knew what temptation he was signing up for. Midoriya retrieves his phone from his pocket once more to call their not-so-patiently awaiting partners.

"Yeah, I found her. This is definitely the one. Shoto can attest to it. Since you're both busy, we'll meet tomorrow morning at the usual and discuss how to proceed from here."

Tired of waiting, Shoto slithers among the shadows, closing in on your bedroom window. Gripping the frame with both hands, he lifts it, just an inch.

He thought he could smell you on Midoriya?

That was nothing.

Your scent filtering out into the world overpowers everything else around; so much so, that he has to steady himself by wrapping his tail through your window and onto your wall. He breathes deeply, memorizing your scent as if he won't see you first thing in the morning at your daily breakfast stop.

Shoto releases a hiss when his friend approaches; he'd let himself get so lost in you that he hadn't heard Midoriya walk over to him. Much less notice the pair of hands and tail scorch marks he left on your window sill and wall.

"C'mon, Shoto. We've messed with her head enough tonight. You'll see her tomorrow morning and it's your watch tomorrow night. Let's go get some sleep. I'm going to go for a run but I'll meet you back home."

Shoto's eyes soften as he takes one last look at your sleeping silhouette before taking one last breath, closing your window, and seamlessly gliding back into the inky black shadows covering your yard.

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The storm made no headway against the gloomy atmosphere outside. It's the day after and dark grey clouds are still circling overhead. Rain splatters against the windows in increasingly intimidating increments.

You stand on your back porch, observing and appreciating nature working at its own pace when you finally exclaim, to no one in particular, "Rain hard as hell for two hours then quit for one. I don't understand, nor appreciate, this behavior."

'Just a raving lunatic in her swamp,' you think. 'Don't mind me, friendly neighbors. Just talking to the fuckin wind, I guess.'

But you know it's not the wind you're talking to. You've felt something...attached...to you all day. And while you could FEEL it, that doesn't exactly make it any easier to explain to anyone. You tried telling Mina but she's a firm believer in 'you reap what you sow.' So, "All those scary movies finally caught up to you!", is all the advice she had to give. Which was as unhelpful as Denki's advice.

"Bro, that sounds so fuckin intense. This is the new movie you're reviewing?"

"Denki, NO. This is my fucking life happening in real time that I just explained to you."

"Y/N, you're getting scary good at promoting movies. Oh, hey! That's, like, the perfect tag line for you!"

"Mmmkay thanks, Denki. Talk to you later. Tell Sero hi for me."

Denki is an amazing friend but when he's fried...he's fuckin fRi3d.

'Maybe that's exactly what I need though,' you think, casting glances at your stash box.

Thirty minutes later, you're as good as asleep. Slowly making your way to your bedroom, you stop when you cross the hallway in front of your front door. You turn to address what you thought was a man, but turned out to be nothing, and continue to your room. The faint smell of brick and ash combine under your nose providing a comforting atmosphere to cozy up in; effectively distracting you from a peaceful slumber.

Again, addressing no one in particular and playing on your own paranoia, you say, "Well, you smell fantastic and cozy. So, whoever has been watching me, if you're still here and swear not to hurt me, you can absolutely cuddle up to me after I fall asleep."

Moving towards your own room, you couldn't help but notice the feeling of eyes on your back.

You also couldn't help but notice the heavy but...indistinct footfalls following closely behind you.

The one thing you absolutely could not ignore, though, was the inky, sludge-covered arm; resting on your own as you turned to face the wall.

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